Carola – Du Lever Inom Mej Lyrics

Så glad att jag fann dig
Så glad att jag fann dig här i mitt liv
Ingen kan se mig som du gör
Som jag lever för
Nu när du fann mig
Ja nu när du fann mig här i ditt liv
Vet jag att änglarna dom hör
Och allt jag har
Är hoppet som är kvar
Och som aldrig lämnar mig
Genom allt
Genom eld
Genom vatten som renar mig
Väljer jag dig
Min enda längtan
Och som jag lever för
Du har allt som jag älskar
Inget är större än det här
Lyfter mig upp och ger mig vingar
Så jag ser genom allt
Att du är där
Genom allt
Och nu när vi står här
Ja nu när vi står här och ser på varann
Vet jag att drömmen blivit sann
Och att kärlek vann
Nu när vi står här
Nu när vi står här vi två, hand i hand
Seglar vi ut mot okänd strand
Och allt som jag har
Är tron som lever kvar
Och som aldrig, aldrig lämnar mig
Genom allt
Genom eld
Genom vatten som renar mig
Väljer jag dig
Min enda längtan
Och som jag lever för
Du har allt som jag älskar
Inget är större än det här
Lyfter mig upp och ger mig vingar
Så jag ser genom allt
Att du är här
Om jag än vandrar i dödsskuggans dal
Så är jag inte rädd
(För du är med mig)
För du är med mig
(Du tröstar mig)
Du tröstar mig
(För jag lämnar aldrig dig)
Jag lämnar aldrig dig
Aldrig dig
Genom allt
Genom eld
Genom vatten som renar mig
Väljer jag dig
Min enda längtan
Och som jag lever för
Du har allt som jag älskar
Inget är större än det här
Lyfter mig upp och ger mig vingar
Så jag ser genom allt
Att du är genom allt
Jag ser rätt genom allt
Genom allt så är du där
Genom allt

Tory Lanez – Fatality Lyrics

Take a flight to fly back to the yams, ya dig
Hit a corner hustle me a Lamb, ya dig
We sippin’ X till we can stand this shit
Wake up at the [?] with a Spanish bitch
Last night filmin’ like a Spanish flick
Got it on my shirt, I’m like damn you did
Throwin’ 36 on the fishscale
Forty-fifth for my hip make your bitch tell, uh
‘Cause we poppin’ on the yams, ya dig
Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya dig
[Pre-Chorus]
Saint Laurent we poppin’ ’til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin’ bands to this (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
My dawg boys countin’ bands to this
My lil’ shooter countin’ bands to this
We gon’ get this money that’s the plan, ya dig
Them fuck niggas ‘ready know what it is
.40 on my waist I can’t dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can’t no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don’t cop, unless you dance, ya dig Play this song
[Pre-Chorus]
Saint Laurent we poppin’ ’til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin’ bands to this (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
My dawg boys countin’ bands to this
My lil’ shooter countin’ bands to this
We gon’ get this money that’s the plan, ya dig
Them fuck niggas ‘ready know what it is
.40 on my waist I can’t dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can’t no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don’t cop, unless you dance, ya dig
[Verse]
Pull up we careless, whippin’ the ‘Rari, diamonds colliding
You with a bad bitch, she don’t know me, nigga doubt it
I put a bitch in pilates, I’ma fly her to Bahamas
Fuck a bad bitch one day, man next day got an Audi
Young niggas and we wildin’, rich niggas they be ridin’
My bad bitches making plans to this
Why the trap niggas weighin’ grams to this?

Lil Wayne – Let’s Ride Lyrics

Young and famous
Still armed and dangerous
Real nigga, take my own charge like LaDainian
Wild like a, Tasmanian devil, metal your cranium
I got my guap in a headlock; wrestlemania
Ha! [Sean Kingston]
It’s Sean and Weezy, Weezy [x8] man, I do what I do, look at all the bullshit I been through
Some call beef with you know who – but I turn that to beef stew
Rapper eater eat you, and if we stop the beat
You can probably still hear me picking rappers from my teeth
I’m the last of the elite
I got money, fuck a friend
I got them goons on deck like pitchers in the bullpen
I’m the Lil Weezy Ana streets, nigga fuck where you been
On a scale of 1-10 – shawty I’m a 10
[Sean Kingston]
Let’s ride, and get high [x2]
We don’t back down, I’m laying the smack down
I’m sorry but you’re never gonna see me fall
We don’t back down, we movin’ in packs now
I’m sorry but you niggas don’t scare me at all
We don’t back down, we makin’ them stacks now
I’m sorry but we’re just gonna continue to ball
We don’t back down, I’m stating the facts now
But you niggas never gonna see us fall
Let’s ride, and get high [x2]
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Armed and dangerous
Ain’t too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious
Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it’s strange to us
Y’all niggas be scramblin’, gamblin’
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sittin’ here tryna win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke, need oxygen
Steadily countin’ them Benjamins
Nigga, you should too, if you knew
What this game’ll do to you
Been in this shit since ’92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like nigga move like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick
‘Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo game, talk yo shit
Grab yo gat, call yo clique
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do: fight or run? Play this song
[Sean Kingston]
It’s Sean and Weezy, Weezy [x8]
Let’s ride (ya mon!) and get high (Kingston!)
Let’s ride, and get high
We don’t back down, I’m laying the smack down
I’m sorry but you’re never gonna see me fall
We don’t back down, we movin’ in packs now
I’m sorry but you niggas don’t scare me at all
We don’t back down, we makin’ them stacks now
I’m sorry but we’re just gonna continue to ball
We don’t back down, I’m stating the facts now
But you niggas never gonna see us fall
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Chea!

Juice WRLD – Mansion Lyrics

Yeah
Purps on the beat
Here I go, here I go again (Here I go, here I go)
In Los Angeles just came back from Japan (In Los Angeles just came back from Japan)
Here I go, here I go again traveling (Here I go, here I go again traveling)
[Pre-Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Uh-huh)
I was on Percocets everyday, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (Uh-huh)
Here I go, here I go again (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again (Uh-huh)
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (Uh)
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent 3,000 on some pants
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (She a horny dog)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (Yeah)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand
[Verse 1]
Whoa, rocking that Rick, dawg
Feel like a beat, dawg, I got drip sauce
Pocket watching got you pissed off (Got you pissed off)
Just wait until you start staring at my wrist, dawg, ah (Gleam gleam gleam)
That mean I get super official (Uh-huh)
I’m a sad boy when it come to heartbreak, it’s in my lyrics (Uh-huh)
I know that I got millions (Uh-huh), I know that I got a mansion (Uh-huh)
On top of mansion that’s a big building (Uh-huh)
Parking lot wheelies, I put the milli’ in million
Wrist so cold like the AC on (Uh-huh)
All I care ’bout is hunnids, not tittys, twentys, like a [?] (Uh-huh)
Whatchu know about money, uh
I got my throwback Gucci on (Yeah)
Finna get in that oochie coochie
Fuck a hoochie to this song (Yeah)
Bootleg movies in my house, can’t go to the movies, dawg (Uh-uh)
I’m too important, ask me if I have competition I say “Nah” (Uh-uh)
They disappointed, I’m taking these pills can’t feel my jaw (Uh-uh)
I think I need a doctors appointment, they tell me that nothing wrong (Uh-huh)
I still think that nigga wrong
[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans (Uh)
I spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (She just fucked me and my mans)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (She a fan)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand
[Verse 2]
I see them haters watching me on the internet (On the web)
Like “Here he go talkin’ bout his new watch again” (Gleam gleam)
That’s a two tone skeleton AP on his head
We get it, yeah I know you get it (Huh)
But you couldn’t afford it if you worked for your life [?]
That’s your forever girl? I just may go rent her (Smash)
And drive that bitch around like a Mercedes Sprinter (Skrt, skrt)
So much money they think I got a money printer (Yeah)
So much drama sometimes I think I’m on Jerry Springer (What the fuck?)
I know some of these racist motherfuckers hate to pay up
Like “Why the hell did we just have to book this dirty nigga” (Ha-ha)
Times change (Yeah), but I still got that mask on my face like I’m in the KKK (Let’s go)
Bought a brand new guitar and a piano and a new AK (Let’s go)
Yeah, just incase, a fuck nigga get in my way (Uh-huh)
Two-three-three shots to a nigga in his face
Take two off his top like he gettin’ a fade
Send ’em rock bott’ niggas around your way
Bought a new watch, cost over 100k (Gleam)
So bright can’t see the time today (Damn)
Yeah, but it’s my time today (It is), I’m gon’ shine today
That’s today, tomorrow, ayy, that mean I’m in my prime (Okay)
[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Just came back from Japan)
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (I wasn’t fucking with them Xans)
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on some pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (Me and my fucking mans)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (Groupie ain’t a fan)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand (In my motherfucking hand)
[Outro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Triple nine the gang, yeah-yeah-yeah
When it come to this music shit I’ma po’ it, yeah-yeah-yeah
Billy Idol with that “Rebel Yell”
Fuck with me I send you straight to hell
Free my slime, hope he make bail
Keep him locked up if he tattle-tale Play this song
[Intro]
Huh-uh
This my favorite part nigga
Huh-uh, yeah
LordPhazer in this bitch
Uh-huh, oh, yeah
Ya dig?

Marilia Adamaki – Existential Concerns Lyrics

Please will you stop it with the imitation
It’s starting to get annoying
Don’t you have anything else to do
I’m just not interested in you
It seems you have a sick obsession with me
But to me you don’t mean a thing
Don’t I deserve a peaceful life to live
Without all of you bullying me
I can’t sleep anymore
My anxiety is killing me the most
I forget to eat and when I do
I remember all the awful things I’ve been through
There’s just not a single moment I’m feeling fine
I’m so anxious and I’m shaking all the time
I’m constantly thinking of suicide I can’t control my mind
If I have to live this life,I just don’t want to be alive
I don’t understand why you want
To destroy someone’s life
When it’s already messed up
Why you need to make me sad
Like I’m not feeling bad enough
But even if I were happy
I wouldn’t deserve to be treated like that
Please just stop,just make it stop
I just want to scream and cry
But I have to keep it quiet
Cause they’re having fun
When I’m crying so much
I want to sleep forever
And never wake up
Please help me to never wake up
I don’t understand why you want
To destroy someone’s life
When it’s already messed up
Why you need to make me sad
Like I’m not feeling bad enough
But even if I were happy
I wouldn’t deserve to be treated like that
Please just stop,just make it stop
The bullying drives me crazy
I can’t tell if I was meant to be like that
Or they made me
No one knows who I am
But everyone knows all my copycats
No one has a heart
They just laughing when I’m sad
I’m chocking I can’t breathe
And they just staring at me
I’m preparing something
And no one can stop me
Few years left
I swear it’s gonna end