ABBA – I Have a Dream (Live) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future, even if you fail
[Chorus 1]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
[Verse 2]
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness; still another mile
[Chorus 2]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
[Interlude]
[Verse 3]
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
[Chorus 2]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream
I have a dream

Andy Milonakis – Fuck Your Instagram Lyrics

Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick? Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick? Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick? Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick? [Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
Fuck your Instagram
[Outro]
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick? Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick-dick? [Intro]
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
[Verse 1]
All these fake fucks always be fake flexing
Flicks [?] who you sexting
Pics of your bands but you know that you rent though
Talking bout foreigns but you know it’s a rental
All these hoes taking pics of cappuccino
Fake thugs tryna look like Al Pacino
All these thots playing [?]
Asking for a follow so their Insta glows
[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
[Verse 2]
You ain’t never left the states boy
I’m at [?] sipping grapes boy
So many stamps on my passport
This is the life that you asked for
Enough mirror pics [?]
Fuck your lame house and your dumb clique
I bet when you posted you thought you were the shit
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?

Black Star – Hip-Hop (Screamixx) Lyrics

[Intro: Asheru]
Wassup, this is Asheru
And the master of horror is about to terrify ya’ll whack ass DJs
With this banger straight from the boiler room
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A lot of cat’s like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin’ in paper like they rammin a blunt
Tell ya how much the sound, scared of the month
If the man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let a man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invested
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like toppa with a bow tie, Kick your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn, when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got ya ready to blast, and we’re ready to last
I stay hungry like I’m ready to fast
Married to the movement like I’m Betty Shabazz, the rhyme veteran
Lack a real bitch right now like a Lesbian Thespian
Since they let me in the back, I’ve been droppin’ jewels
Plugged in like pasta noodle, Stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In world the crisp pockets and wallets and wrist watches
Did you ever think the wrist is watching you, that’s why the cop’s stoppin’ you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
The cell phone transmitting radiation in your ear
Your two way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational systems show you how to get there
If you ain’t think about how you got here, do you know where you are? C’mon, what happened, back in the day they used to follow the stars
You spillin too much, gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And makes MCs eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my god…
[Hook: Talib Kweli & (Samples)]
Kweli and I’m (Hip Hop)
Me and my man came out
Put it down, c’mon
Mos def and (Hip Hop)
(Ideally when I pull the pin out)
(I hope you listening)
Black Star is (Hip Hop)
We about to do this, all over again
We keep Hip Hop (Hip Hop)
(Dub Floyd)
[Verse 2: Mos Def]
It’s me (who?)
Mos, the most beautiful
Plain and unusual
Black Star, rockin’ with that hot shit you movin’ to
Massively musical, that frequency you tune into
That top of the Dao shit, that ‘you don’t know my style’ shit
It’s what the Brooklyn niggas stay on file with
No matter what the scene or surroundings
You either um, on the grind or loungin’
I’m live in any state that I’m found in
Myself and all the niggas I’m down with
This announcement gon’ keep the ghetto bouncing
Where people find pleasure and measurements are ounces
Midwest, big stress and small houses
Down South slangin’ the twang mispronounced and
East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin’
Black Star got this shit they all get down with
Don’t tell me duke on a scene I’ve been around in (Mos Def)
Well respected on your block I am the mojo worker with the hottest hand
I keep it cookin’ like pots and pans
I know that haters got hey Glocks and scams
But they simply can’t stop my clan
It’s mighty Mos and super Kwe’, my man
Black Star, my fam
About to move on the hearts of man and till the small hearted hearts expand
Brooklyn, they gon’ stalk the champ and I spit flame that’s off the jam
Heavy hittin’ shit across the fence
In other words I’m off the wall with this
I drop heavy jewels and ornaments
That make ‘em shine a little more with this…
[Hook: Talib Kweli & (Samples)]

Mario – Too Many Options Lyrics

Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options can be fun
Yeah I know ’cause I got a few of ’em
But if you have to pick just one
Just be good at competition, they ain’t nothin’
But I’m not tryna lead you on unless
You just want more time from me
You just want that energy
I can make plans for your pleasure
But you gotta make a decision, oh
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options, yeah
I got [?] for you
[?] gorilla glue
Take your panties off with my lips on it
You ain’t gotta tell me what to do baby
I see you wanted more than just company
You just want that energy
I wanna make plans for your pleasure, yeah girl
But you gotta make a decision, ooh, yeah
Too many options ain’t good for you
You don’t play hard well, just give in
You see the wave I’m on and I know you’re drippin’
You see they blow me up, got they minds made up
Ignore another call ’cause your body wants it all
Too many options, too many options
Got too many options girl
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you

Young Thug – Love Me Lyrics

Billboard Hitmakers
Uh, yeahh
Thugger! [Intro]
Yeah
This for all the bitches that, know what I’m sayin
Know what stand down mean, know what I’m sayin’? [Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you fuck me
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
Feel like a champion, swear to god
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
[Verse 1]
Mercedes Benz
On my tag team yeah, I just wanna win
Oh yeah, and I dont care nothin’ bout your past in the streets
Drop it low for the boss, she like my stroke on the boss
She said know that them bars and I drop the soap when I’m with her
Yeah I’m power strokin’ ‘gainst the wall ,I asked her “sup” she said “nothing”
I had to ask a couple bars ,and they all told me she ain’t fraud, aye
You a real one yeah, you a real one baby
I perform with a quote, I turn my skills on baby
Oh woah woah, you got your heels on baby
Imma [?] but first Imma ask if she ready
Balling no chemo, I just wanna see you
I just wanna lead you, bank account filled with zeros
I wanna be your hero, I wanna be your number one negro
Yeah, we know
[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you fuck me
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
Feel like a champion, swear to god
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
[Verse 2]
Cut your bitch like a saw, I don’t wanna eat it in the dark
That [?] spray got me lost, these bitches treat me like I’m god
I would tell you ’bout them boys, but you should already know
You got these bitches ready to brawl, you fuckin’ up the whole [?]
Got you ballin’ no chemo, buy your bitch a bag on the D-lo
I was stumblin’ past, I done seen those and
I want dreads like I’m [?]
Imma send a cab to your crib, oh
Imma big ol’ gangster, call em Nino
Hit it from the back, yeah she know
And they all bad, all pink toes
You in the cab, tell them speed up
Teach you how to [?] with yo’ feet up
Got me in the mountains when I’m G’d up
Jumpin off a rock with my speedos
I [?] the check about your ego
I got no time for your ego
When I’m in your town, Imma hit it up
Then beat it up
[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you leave me
I want you to do the best you can when you need me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
Me and you get the world yeah, yeah
Me and you will get the whole wild world
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need oh yeah

Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig
[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

Juice WRLD – Cigarettes Lyrics

Chorus:
Smoke Cigarettes, cancer in the chest, like cardiac arrest
I’ve been feeling stressed tryna find ways to impress her
Showing her that I love, tryna show her an effort
Gotta keep it together
Post Chorus:
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
First Verse:
This a love letter that I wrote
She keep me up when i’m feeling low
She’s my overdose dose
Being heartbroken is so last year
Having breakdowns and she’s wiping my tears
I’ve been feeling fine ever since she’s been mine
In other words yeah, she changed my life
Open up like a book, let her read me
One call away if she ever needs me
If I ever fall apart I know she gon keep me together
Treat me like a promise baby keep me forever
Pre-Chorus:
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
Ima meet you back at the chorus
PS, baby girl you’re so gorgeous
Chorus:
Smoke Cigarettes, cancer in the chest, like cardiac arrest
I’ve been feeling stressed tryna find ways to impress her
Showing her that I love, tryna show her an effort
Gotta keep it together
Post Chorus:
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
Verse 2:
As I find my way to the bottom of this bottle
She’s in my head, please don’t get me started
I could talk about her all day, she’s on my mind always
As I find my way to the bottom of this bottle
She’s in my head, please don’t get me started
Thinking bout her all day, she’s on my mind always
Pre-Chorus
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
Ima meet you back at the chorus
PS, baby girl you’re so gorgeous
Chorus:
Smoke Cigarettes, cancer in the chest, like cardiac arrest
I’ve been feeling stressed tryna find ways to impress her
Showing her that I love, tryna show her an effort
Gotta keep it together
Post Chorus:
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
She picks my heart off of the floor
I’m addicted ya I need me some more
Outro:
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t wanna be lonely no more (oh)
I don’t…

Rich Homie Quan – Thoughts Str8 Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming
[Verse 1]
I look myself in the mirror said “that money won’t change”
Im tryna buy a bigger house so there’d be no more complaining
My money good my lawyer straight gotta throw it out of the ring
You better believe it boy we leaving the same way that we came
If a nigga disrespect me then he might not be breathing
Alot of red flags around me everybody they bleeding
They know I got it out the streets I wrote my name in the city
And everytime I go to sleep im still fighting them demons
Count them backends with my road dog
Like a naked bitch dont make homie expose y’all
When i smoke that weed i get closed off
If I wouldve kept popping molly I would be throwed off
[Hook]
I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock bhave
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming
[Verse 2]
Hard to realize what I been going through lately
Girl you stayed down through all the controversy
They throwing shade bih they Maybach it come with curtains
So I ain’t worrying bout whay they saying or what they doing dawg
Sacrifice way too much just to lose it all
If Quan name come up you know my whole crew involved
Point guard and I might move the ball
Im way behind the line might shoot em off
Yall niggas lame yall dont know what id do to y’all
Shawty play her part move the raw
Run up on me let that ruger blow
Bad bitches I need like two of those
Im tryna fuck her but she do the most
[Hook]
I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight
Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase
Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste
I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe
Grinding getting money nightfall to morning
We gone knock that boy off while we touring
Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman
Money on them bitches head I got it storming

Mario – Good Times Lyrics

Good times are comin’
Hold on to your fight
These days are nothin’
Where there’s darkness there is light
Good times are comin’
I know you heard that before
Remember those nights
You was just gettin by
Well you ain’t gotta do that no more
Oh what a feelin’
You’ve got to feel it, I know
Oh what a feelin’
And not a minute too soon
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Good times are comin’
Just one more sleepless night
[?] in the morning, I’m tellin you
We’re all gonna be alright
Good times are comin’
Don’t let ’em take your light
When the sun goes down and the dark comes out
We’ll still be shinin’ bright
Oh what a feelin’
You’ve got to feel it, I know
Oh what a feelin’
And not a minute too soon
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too
Don’t take it for granted
Your life, my life, we the ones livin’ it
And we already winnin’
We’re not finished
They go’n wanna ride on my [week?]
Good times, good times, yeah
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
Don’t make it hard when it’s easy
You don’t need a reason
To have a good time
You’ve gotta have a good time
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too
I’m ’bout to have me a good time
And you should have you a good time, too