Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

Take it out on me And it's alright And now it's you who's floored by fear of it all Broad-shouldered beasts fill the sky Manhattan beats at the night But you are wrapped up in wire Curled up in fright So I took you to the city for the night To dance

We're not who we used to be Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK I fuck this bitch, OK Nut on her lip, OK I got a stick, OK, I let it hit, OK Lil Purpp, Lil Pump, aye Huh, ooh, yuh, yuh Yuh, all these chains man, (brr) yuh, yuh Lil Pump, Lil Purpp (aye) Ronny J on the beat bitch

All the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

Motherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call

Check it out I can't believe it, it's so amazing. I can't believe it, this beat is banging. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. (Hey) Check it out This club is heating, this party's blazing. (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now) Stepped in the party like

BricksOnDaBeat Tu veux qu'ton re-fou tourne, il t'faut un bosseur assidu Du pilon adéquat avec une beuh de bonne prestance Faut éviter tous les shtars Quand tu les vois, tu cours Moi j'suis pas un bâtard, tu fais pas d'trou t'auras ta part J'ai pris leur

The way things are going They're going to crucify me Christ you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be The newspapers said Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said You've got to go back

Come on and let it out Before you run away from me The beat goes round and round Jigsaws falling into place Wish away the nightmare You've got a light you can feel it on your back Just as you take my hand Just as you write my number down Just as the