Are you there? You there? You there? Hello? You there? Ring ring (calling late night for ya) Are you there? (they gon' make up on ya) Hello? (I am hopping on the way ya) Real talk, you got me going crazy No more late night Ubers, baby I'm not coming to

MC's, you like the way we swing Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone The Underground is rockin with the hip-hop song MC's, you like the way we swing (you like the way we swing) MC's... they don't know DJ's... they don't know The funky beat is

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his

Everything shines, Hey, come this May, We'll be running in the sun again, your time will come. You're just a young broken heart. Been out sleepin' in the yard, how could you be so dumb? All we losers stand in line just waiting for our time. Broken angel

Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin' the top Give it to they pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks

Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow Have you ever been baptized in the cool winter water On a Sunday morning when the sky was gray? You filed out of the churchyard, so cold it was silver To gold, tan, and blue cars, and the cars

My my my little ADPI, Kappa Delta Tri Delts you look so fine Ooh don’t know what I’m gonna do around those Zeta’s, Theta’s, Chi O’s and little Phi Mu’s My my sorority girl, my my sorority girl Hey yeah hey yeah You got your sundress on for game day Just

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all So dog, just know, for real I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes On everything Hey, say pimp, This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,

Tired of the runnin' Runnin' from the law Said I'm tired of the runnin' Baby you gotta believe me Baby ya gotta believe me I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to

Better leave that boy alone Y'all better leave that boy alone 'cause if they don't You know they going come back on 'em And they don't want him to come back strong I wouldn't dare get that boy going