Lil B – Secrete Obsession Lyrics

When my grandpa died I feel like I was outta location
God damn
But yo niggas can tell this my diary, a blessing
My mum said your skin get thicker with lessons
Introduced me to the greats and started blowin up sessions
A wild crazy kid went home, lookin for chess and
I played the world pretty damn good, I guessed it
I had a secret life… … death was my obsession Keep it real, I’m the realest, nyuh
God’s Father
2012 Lil B mixtape shit
Yeah it’s my mixtape, my mixtape better than they album, you feel me haha
I been doin this shit man, what yall talkin about man
You feel me
Man this some real shit
[Verse]
A lot of niggas slept on flows, told me I wouldn’t make it
From rhymin out the basement, to climbin on top of stages
Had to clear my air, never resorted upon the dangers
Put niggas under dirt like John Gacy
But I remembered how I started flowin in front of faces
It was 6th grade at P.E. … rappin man
EJ started cookin, writing verses up on replay
My first real hit was featured up on his demo
Called “Run Nigga Run”, I’m not speakin on relay
He told me he had a fan verse on replay
That’s when I told him I had somethin to free-say
Then I met Stunnaman right before the Wolfpack
That’s when he was Keith, but that’s the look
And I made my first solo, we on the grind and took that
But we did a remix, I felt I shook rap
We had a big session freestyle around the table
That shit started progressin and fuck with honest label
I recorded at his house, but I’m skippin some major fables
Started a cool company called the Boss Man label
But it didn’t work out because it didn’t even fit us
Then we seen the table, maybe 10th graders had earnings
Mic below the navel, and the shit was so unda man
I wonder
I got into a lil trouble man
Caught the cases, the bad kid from Berkeley, can’t replace it
But that shit fucked up my mental and made me lazy
So I slacked off of rap and started thinkin about my problems
My heart went from pacin, above joggin, act normal
Sometimes I feel I wanna replace it
You feel me? tryin to remember
My nigga Leron Derrick G told me, write up on the paper
We would all compete on, who rhymes was greater
And they exposed me to lined paper
That’s when my whole fuckin life changed, I’m the greatest
Started rappin colder, Lil E showed me to pace it
My nigga that showed me the faces
In 7th grade a young ass nigga thought I was older because of my facial
First time I got head and, gave her a facial
8th grade, passin up school mane, occasionally
Thank god for summer school, I threw my education
When I hit high school I was sorry, a little blatant
That’s when I met L, started choppin it up occasionally
I realised he was a cool nigga but I couldn’t say it
We got a [??????] in skatin
And one day he offered me out to record
That changed my heart rate from normal, to pacing
Hit the studio….

Charli XCX – Rhinestone Hearts Lyrics

Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
In these magazines
In these magazines [Verse 1]
You’re a picture perfect page
Paper romance for a face
Yeah, I’m a lucky star
And my wish won’t come true
I’m about to fall apart
Wish I held your rhinestone heart
But you would never open
You would never glow for me
[Pre-Chorus]
You’re with another girl
I’m never getting out
You’ll never gonna know
These secrets in my mouth
I never knew before
But now I realize
I blossom like the moon
When I fall through your eyes
[Chorus]
Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
In these magazines
[Verse 2]
Lost in a corner of my mind
You sit and tangle of my lines
I read a thousand stories
Your whisper never starts to fade
I can smile and stare right through
Only happiness for you
Alone I cry an ocean
Ink and poisons starts to stain
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I should’ve made my move
But it’s too late to try
I lose myself to love
When I fall through your eyes
[Chorus]
Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
In these magazines
[Bridge]
Lines, space in your mind
You don’t even know my heart is breaking
Ahh oh, ahh-ah-ah, oh
[Chorus]
Ah, ah-ah, ah, magazine
Ah, ah-ah, ah, I can feel you baby
Ah, ah-ah, ah, next to me
Ah, ah-ah, ah, can you see me?

Marvin Gaye – Time to Get it Together [Alternate Version]

[Marvin riffing]
Jesus said time would heal ALL WOUNDS
(Time… Time…)
But we have to live right to get the time
(Time… Time…)
Oh, time
(Time… Time…)
Please, time, you got to be a friend of mine
Sometimes I am unable to move
(Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then)
I let temptation get me off of my groove
(Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then)
Sometimes I get it
Sometimes it’s hard
To stay with it
But right now, get it, gotta get it, get it
Got to stay with it
Makin’ up my mind to get it
Gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right
Pretty good lovin’, oh
Get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right
Oh, gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right – Woo! Oh, gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right, baby
Oh, gonna get it together
Gonna love every day every night till I get it
All right
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock –
My life’s a clock and it’s winding down
From the day you’re born
Till the day you’re in the ground
Come on, let’s say this thing together! Stop fooling with time!)
You know, Ed? Every man has to make a change. Life’s a bitch, man
I tried my best to do right, man but you know it’s cold-blooded out there
Got to learn sooner or later, don’t you? Hey Mike, let me have a pelmel when you get a sec, please, bless you
Before we cut
One, two, three, four! Got to learn! Sooner the better is the saying
Sometimes it takes you a long time to learn
Way too long, way too long, man. I’ve been racing against time
Trying my best to find my way
Change our world in just one day
Blowin’ coke all up my nose
Gettin’ in and out my clothes
Foolin’ ’round with midnight hoes
But that chapter of life’s closed
From the day you’re born
Till the day you’re in the ground
Father, forgive me
To sing and dance, give love a chance
Please be on my side
Please be on my side
Just a few more days and I’ll change my ways
Please be on my side
Ain’t no need
For us to leave
Before we want to
But if we respect father time in our prime
Aw, baby, we won’t have to
Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then
Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then
Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move and then
Sometimes I’m ready to groove
And then sometimes I’m unable to move
Like the rest of mankind
I’ve been racing against time
Trying my best to find my way
Change my world in just one day
“I can dig it, I can dig it!”
Cold-blooded out there, man, I been fooling around a long time
Yeah, I been trying to hit the big one
“You got to learn!”
Like the rest of mankind
I’ve been racing against time
Trying my best to find my way
Change my world in just one day
Blowin’ coke all up my nose
Gettin’ in and out my clothes
Foolin’ ’round with midnight hoes
But that chapter of life’s closed
From the day you’re born
Till the day you’re in the ground
I’ve got to say, I’ve got some debts to say (please be on my side)
Please be on my side (time, time)
Know I’ve done some wrong, I won’t be here long
Please be on my side, please be on my side
(Stop fooling with time! Things be going down, you’ll be sorry for it
[Marvin relaying instructions for Sparrow, next track]
Get to the F-minor there, now the whole process repeats again
And then it just repeats! Got to sometimes in life, make a change. Life can’t be this way!

$UICIDEBOY$ – Carrollton Lyrics

Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning—and you tell God you’re sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again Motherfucker, I’m a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb, to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black-out the city, I’m back on them 30s
In about 20 minutes I’m gonna be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high, seeing stars in the mirror like I’m looking with a pipe beam
Nine-gram ring but the rims looking sparkly
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky
Am I in the right scene? Come and try me
I’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up with your body
Autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppas and the shottys shooting everybody
Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Badazz
On them drugs
Cheeky jaws, locked clitch
Trigger finger itching, if you think I’m kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwoods, Swisha’s what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too
[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch
Bitch, I like the sting
Smoking potent
Thinkin’ I’m the chosen one
Bitch, I’m a king
I can hear my dead homies saying
Now my eyes always hurting, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
Hold up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool? Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do? [INTRO: JUICY J]
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin’ man
[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]
You motherfuckers pitiful, I’m just sick of you
I’m a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (blaow!)
Let the Glock bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain’t the same
“Savage” tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside, 90 scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I break the head off a bat like I’m Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Highly unlikely, and I’m willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I’m a fucking vet
I’m a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
I don’t give a fuck, kiss my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nikes Decades meet me at Heaven’s Gate
7th Ward by the lake ’till my death
[Outro]
He’ll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street, Saturday night!