jane_remover_loophole.zip lyrics
by Jane Remover
Part I: 645AR – Bible and a K / Nadia Oh - S.E.X
[Intro: 645AR]
I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K
Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some n*ggas that's ready to shoot
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track)
Slide on a n*gga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
[Verse 1: 645AR]
He say he street, they say they don't know you
Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot
Ball on n*ggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot
I will bring the smoke to your front door
Real n*gga, mama ain't raise no ho
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
I'm the n*gga who these n*ggas wanna be
[Chorus 1: 645AR]
I ridе wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K
Play with the gang, wе gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some n*ggas that's ready to shoot
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues
Slide on a n*gga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
[Chorus 2: 645AR]
I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K
Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some n*ggas that's ready to shoot
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues (Spaghetti J on the track)
Slide on a n*gga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
[Verse 2: 645AR, Nadia Oh]
He say he street, they say they don't know you (S.E.X.)
Pockets had lint, now I'm gettin' the loot
Ball on n*ggas, but if it's up I'ma shoot (S.E.X.)
I will bring the smoke to your front door
Real n*gga, mama ain't raise no ho
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
I'm the n*gga who these n*ggas wanna be (S.E.X.)
[Outro: 645AR, Nadia Oh]
I ride wit' a Bible, I ride wit' a K (S.E.X.)
Play with the gang, we gon' raise up the rate
I'm wit' some n*ggas that's ready to shoot (S.E.X.)
Don't know nothin' else, that's all that they do
I don't bang but I stay wit' the blues
Slide on a n*gga in a new foreign coupe
If it ain't a dead pres' then I don't know who
Part II: Nadia Oh - S.E.X
[Intro: Nadia Oh]
Sex in the morning, sex at night
Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright
Sex in the morning, sex at night
Sex in the afternoon - well, that's alright
[Chorus: Nadia Oh]
S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways
S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed
S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days
I wanna do it with someone like you
[Verse: Nadia Oh]
Any position is good for me
Queen size bed, got room for three
We can do it in the kitchen, we can do it in the hall
Anytime, any place, anywhere, just give me a call
[Chorus: Nadia Oh]
S.E.X. - All kinda things, all kinda ways
S.E.X. - Just come with me, you'll be amazed
S.E.X. - This kinda thing can last for days
Sixty-nine positions in a one-night love affair
Part III: Mike WiLL Made-It - 23
[Intro: Mike WiLL, Wiz Khalifa, Nadia Oh]
Aha, I'm so fresh man (Eardrummers, eardrummers)
S.E.X
Man, y'all scared to do it how I do it (Tahahahahahahahaha)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On)
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it)
In the club high on purp with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on
[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
J's on my feet (You know it)
J's on my feet (You know it)
J's on my feet (You know it)
So get like me (Mm-hm)
J's on my feet (You know it)
J's on my feet (We trippy)
J's on my feet (We trippy)
So get like me (Mm-hmm)
[Verse 1: Miley Cyrus]
I be in the club, uh (The club), standing on the couch (The couch)
In them Wolf Grey's (What?) like it's my house (I'm home)
Drinking out the bottle, I got no respect (Ayy)
Looking like a model, who just got a check (Cha-ching)
I back it up, 'cause I don't give a f*ck, uh (I don't)
If you're a lame, that's a shame, you can't hang with us (Uh-uh)
I'm MC Hammer fly (Fresh), you can't touch (Nope)
J's so fly I should work at Flight Club
[Pre-Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away
I'm naughty by nature like I'm Hip-Hop Hooray
With my hands in the sky, I wave 'em from side to side, uh
My feet on the floor, I'm 'bout to turn up now
[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on (On)
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on (J's on, you know it)
In the club high on purp with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on
Part IV: GloRilla - HOLLON
[Verse 1: GloRilla, Juicy J]
J's on my feet, J's on my feet
Ho, you must not know what you just started (f*ck)
J's on my feet
Me and my b*tches go gnarly
J's on my feet
Give a f*ck about this party
So get like me
We gon' step on sh*t regardless (Stamp that)
J's on my feet, J's on my feet
Get my goons, swipe that b*tch, and now dispute the charges (On gang)
J's on my feet, So get like me
Makin' music, beatin' on b*tches, I be really marchin' (Woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance, after chance, n*gga, no (Uh-uh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks
[Chorus]
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho
[Verse 2: GloRilla]
I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure)
Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No)
I stand out, b*tch, I'm special (Ayy)
I'm a stand up b*tch like Kevin (On God)
You a bum-ass b*tch, you messy (Messy)
Don't start with me, b*tch, I'm petty (Ho)
Line any b*tch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my n*gga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (Vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang)
Part V: T-Baby - Body Hop (Oh My Goodness) / GloRilla - HOLLON
[Intro: T-Baby]
[?]
[Verse 1: GloRilla]
Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop)
Asked if he my only n*gga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (Nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass b*tch, n*gga, I'm one of one (f*ck you mean?)
Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you c*m
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this f*ckin' club (Huh, hoo)
I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to sh*t (I ain't used to sh*t)
These n*ggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid b*tch (On gang)
[Post-Verse: T-Baby]
[?]
[Verse 2: T-Baby]
[?]
[Outro: T-Baby, Tama Gucci]
[Instrumental]
Yeah, yeah
Part VI: That Kid - Captain (Krypt Remix)
[Verse 1: Tama Gucci]
Everything feels perfect
Yes everything is perfect
You wanna be my captain
Take me on a journey, on an Oddesey
Then put your hands on my body
I know you think about it it's okay to come clean
I promise it'll be worth it
Change your life
You'll be glad that you came for me
Just trust in your heart
You know we can do anything
[Chorus: Tama Gucci, T-Baby]
You wanna be my captain yeah
You wanna be my captain
Ooh, yeah
[?]
[Bridge: Tama Gucci]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Outro: T-Baby]
[?]
Part VII: 2hollis - trauma
[Chorus: 2hollis, Tama Gucci]
Yeah, yeah
I ain't got no time for all that drama, huh
Yeah, yeah
Jumpin' out that pit, I took no trauma, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Oh, you thought you were special? (Yeah) Thinkin' everyone's against you (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
I'm stuck, C6H12, b*tch, I'm tryna forget you (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
b*tch, I speak to Trisme (Yeah), you could show me love or show me hate (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
You could choose to feel love or feel pain (Ah), once a year I go insane
Yeah, yeah
Once a year I go David Blaine, disappear, never come back
Yeah, yeah
My life feels like a live stream, all the cameras on me, gotta watch my back
[Post-Chorus: 2hollis]
Back, back, just another heart attack
Back, I'm goin' back, b-b-back
Just another flashback, flash (Yeah, oh)
Just another flashback, makin' my way home
In too deep, doors lockin' on me, everybody waiting for me in the main room
[Bridge: 2hollis]
Oh, you tryna eat? Oh, you want a lil' piece? Every man for himself, no ****
Oh, you tryna leave? Oh, you tryna get free? Chain locked to the motherf*ckin' pavement (Yeah)
I ain't even know what they saying (Yeah), I don't even know what they playing
I ain't even know my name, I don't even know my name
[Outro: Tama Gucci]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Part VIII: JPEGMAFIA - SIN MIEDO
[Intro: Mr. Mixx]
Peggy! Peggy!
Big-big-big-big-big-bi-bi-bi-bi-big booty hoes, up with it
[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA & Mr. Mixx]
You n*ggas is b*tches, I don't wanna kick it
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Peggy, I aim for the fences, you n*ggas don't swing, you stackin' up misses
Big booty hoes, up with it
You tweetin' your business, we can't do no business
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
di*k-ridin' is expensive, if you need a image, then baby, don't listen
Let me see you touch the ground, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big booty hoes
Keep bumpin' who-the-f*ck-is-that?
Fake-plug-talkin' Tubi rappers
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Got a machine behind 'em, and still they can't fill up capacity with they raps
Big booty hoes, up with it
Baby mama be a rap snack, grew up white, now they act black
Let me see you touch the ground, ground
[Refrain: JPEGMAFIA, Mr. Mixx]
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
She had issues with her father
I had issues with my barber
She off all of these drugs
Coke in her butt, R.I.P Aaron Carter
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
[Outro: Mr. Mixx]
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Part IX: Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix)
[Intro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx]
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
[Chorus: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mr. Mixx]
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Off with your head
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Heads will roll, heads will roll
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Let me see you touch the ground
Heads will roll
Ground, ground, ground, ground
On the floor
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Off, off with your head
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Heads will roll
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Heads will roll
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Heads will roll
On the floor
[Outro: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Trina]
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop!
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Off, off-off, off-off, off, off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Part X: Trina - Pull Over
[Chorus: Trick Daddy, Yeah Yeah Yeahs]
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Off, off-off, off-off, off
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
[Verse 1: Trina]
Dumps in the truck
Thighs like what?
Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt
Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a
THONG! TH-THONG! THONG! THONG!
I know you like the way the booty go
Like a pro
Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor
Turn on the cameras start the freak show
This ass even make Black Rob say whoa
I got a fat ass nann n*gga can't pass up
Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up
Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna f*ck?
Twenty g's for the nut
Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck
What? Y'all know what's up
Ain't nann ho got more booty in the butt
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
[Outro: Trick Daddy]
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Part XI: cece natalie - 754 / INOJ - Moving On
[Intro: cece natalie, Trick Daddy]
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
[Verse 1: cece natalie]
Hey, hello I'ma get loud
7:54, I'm feelin' it now
I’m out the door, I'ma get loud
Where are you now?
Watch it go down
The right amount of nothing but you got a perfect timing
Half the time I think I'm onto something, there's someone behind me
I decided not to bother, but I'm hoping that you find me
Where are you now?
Watch it go down
[Chorus: cece natalie, Cakedog]
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me
This is suicidal
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
This is suicidal
I wanna know you, I wanna keep you close to me
Oh, the way it works is funny don't you think?
This is suicidal
I wanna know you, but you do not wanna know me
Part XII: Cakedog - SUICIDAL
[Intro: Cakedog]
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
[Bridge: Cakedog]
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
[Chorus: Cakedog]
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
This is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal, this is suicidal
[Drop: Cakedog]
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
[Outro: Cakedog]
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
This is suicidal
This is suicidal
Part XIII: che - It’s My Party and I’ll Die If I Want To
[Chorus: che, Cakedog]
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
I don't want the peace no more (Peace), yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee)
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
Go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che)
Get— get— get— get— get—
Get— get— get— get— get—
This is suicidal
This is suicidal
Huh, go ahead, show 'em why you don't need no one, no one (Yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che, yeah, go ahead, che, che)
[Verse: che]
Huh, n*ggas won't live their own life, they wan' watch me, huh
Boy, your posse's full of b*tches and some hype beast (Yeah)
Boy, the b*tches that you with (Yeah, yeah), I wouldn't be five feet (Ha)
If I get this lil' b*tch naked, she gon' like me (Huh, oh, yeah)
She said, "che, I can't take it, you like five feet deep" (Oh)
Okay, b*tch, you tired of me? (Hey) Beat it
Yeah, I'm rockin' pink Alyx (Hey), I look just like a liter
I put flesh up on the teeth (Oh, yeah), shawty, just like I'm a teether (Fee)
Yeah, pushin' P, yeah, eh, that be the pus*y bleeder
Huh, face eater (Yeah), blood eater (Yeah)
I don't teach her sh*t, she don't teach me either, she a keeper
Let's go put that b*tch, yeah, on that tee, eh-eh-eh-eh, on that TEC
Ain't no peace in me, huh, yeah, ain't no peace in me (And I'm M.I.A.)
Made in Atlanta
Part XIV: FKA twigs - jealousy
[Chorus: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che]
Jealousy you put on me
You're in your feelings way too deep
Jealousy you put on me
That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why? (f*ck it)
Jealousy you put on me
You're in your feelings way too deep
Jealousy you put on me
That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why?
Jealousy you put on me
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
I don't want the peace no more, yeah (Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
That's why your mind's out, mind's out, why?
[Outro: FKA twigs & Rema, FKA twigs, che]
Jealousy you put on me
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Jealousy you put on me
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Part XV: Lil Yachty - Yacht Club
[Chorus: Juice WRLD, che]
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
All the bad hoes wanna top us
Too many wild parties on the yacht
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club
[Verse: Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD, che]
Ayy, ayy, air it out
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Pull up at your spot, and I air it out
Gang on the gas and it's very loud
(Fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, fee, oh, yeah)
Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out
I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down
I need me a b*tch that'll hold me down
Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out
Throw a party like Rollin' Loud
She do—
—ke a nerd doin' homework
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
.40 in my pants, that b*tch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that b*tch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that b*tch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that b*tch thought it was a boner
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
.40 in my pants, that b*tch thought it was a boner
Part XVI: Tate McRae - exes / Squarepusher - My Red Hot Car (mashup)
[Intro: Tate McRae]
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
[Chorus: Tate McRae]
(Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a sh*t about me
Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me
We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me
But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes
[Verse 1: Tate McRae]
Happens every time
I don't mean, mean to be cold, but that's how I get, oh
Me and all my pride
Tryna burn down every damn bridge any time we can, and again
[Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae]
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock
And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough
Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was
[Chorus: Tate McRae]
(Kiss-kiss-kiss-) Kisses to my exes who don't give a sh*t about me
Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me
We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me
But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes
[Post-Chorus: Tate McRae]
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Oh-oh-oh)
Changed my mind up like it's ori—
[Verse 2: Tate McRae]
Say, say I wanna go there, then I wanna leave
Make another promise that I can't keep
I don't ever know what I want, but that's what you want
If you're down, well, then don't blame me
Breakin' it all before it starts, makin' it all up in my head
But I just overshare 'bout things I never meant
[Pre-Chorus: Tate McRae]
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a wild ride that never stops
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hard case they can't unlock
And I, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough
Let's just say it is what it is and was what it was (Was)
[Chorus: Tate McRae]
Kisses to my exes who don't give a sh*t about me
Kisses, kisses to the next ones who think they can live without me (Nah, nah)
We make up, then we break up, then they swear they'll never call me (Yeah)
But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes
[Post-Chorus: Tate McRae]
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami (Ha-ha)
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Changed my mind up like it's origami
[Outro: Tate McRae]
Kisses to my exes, I know that I did you dirty
Little messed up, little selfish, we ain't married, I ain't thirty
Yeah, we hooked up, then we broke up, then I said you really hurt me
But I still got your number and your necklace, kisses to my exes
Part XVII: Slow Pulp - Cramps / skaiwater - real feel / Janet Jackson - All for You
[Verse 1: Slow Pulp]
She seems so ambitious, talking and she's spitting
And I think I know what I’m missing
There's nothing better
Watch out for Heather
I play out the same scene, bleeding on my new sheets
I wanna bake out on the concrete
There's nothing better
Than keeping it together
[Chorus: Slow Pulp]
I'll take anything (I'll take anything)
That you wanna give (That you wanna give)
But I want everything (Everything)
[Bridge: skaiwater]
(I need your love today)
(Give me the strength to stay) (What's up?)
What's up Westside shawty?
I've been outside, I've been
[Chorus: skaiwater]
Out of pocket, out of pocket (Oh, yeah)
Out of body, out of body with you, baby
Ride me like a Kawasaki (Kawasaki)
Tell the hoes the truth, show them that we locked in
I feel (I feel), I feel like you're up to something (Oh yeah, feel)
I feel like you're up to sumn (Yeah, oh yeah)
[Verse 2: skaiwater, Slow Pulp]
Rule number one for being a bad b*tch (Rule number one)
Yeah, never let a n*gga take you for granted (Never let a n*gga, huh, what?)
Yeah, I took the shot that they gave me and ran with it (I took the shot that they gave me and ran with it)
(Everything)
Uh, b*tch, I get the gangsta sh*t from my mammy (Oh, yeah, get the gangsta sh*t from my mammy)
(Everything)
We need two cars, b*tch, we out to Miami
(Everything)
Isabel Marant for when your b*tch is ready
(Everything)
b*tch, I'm your blackest opp and I'm the last b*tch standing (Last b*tch standing)
(Everything)
I see that b*tch in your Instagram DM, she still get an answer (Still get a answer)
(Everything)
Yeah, I do a drive by, do a manhunt (No cap)
(I need your love today)
(Everything)
I go crazy, I go brazy, go bad, yeah (No cap)
(Everything)
Give a f*ck if that's a girl, b*tch, I'll still blam them (No cap)
(Everything)
(Give me the strength to stay)
But I could calm it down, baby, put down the hammer (No cap)
(Everything)
Tell me everything I read in your phone, it was random
(Everything)
[Chorus: skaiwater, Slow Pulp]
(Everything)
Out of pocket, out of pocket (For real)
(Everything)
Out of body, out of body with you, baby
(Everything)
Ride me like a Kawasaki
(Everything)
Tell the hoes the truth, show them that we locked in
(Everything)
I feel, I feel like you're up to something (Feel)
(Everything)
I feel like you're up to sumn
(Everything)
[Bridge: Janet Jackson, ?, Slow Pulp]
It's all for you
[?]
If you really want it
[?]
It's all for you
[?]
If you say you need it
(Everything)
It's all for you
[?]
If you gotta have it
[?]
(Everything)
It's all for you
[?]
If you make a move
(Everything)
[?]
It's all for you
[?]
(Everything)
[Outro: Janet Jackson]
It's all for you, if you really want it
It's all for you, if you say you need it
It's all for you, if you gotta have it
It's all for you if you make a move
It's all for you
Part XVIII: 1oneam - Lil Kim
[Chorus: 1oneam, Janet Jackson]
It's all for you
Want smoke lil' b*tch? I'm bout it
If you really want it
Want smoke f*ck n*gga? We 'bout it
It's all for you
B-b-bad b*tch eat di*k, wanna chow it
If you say you need it
T-t-too much came in, need me an accountant
It's all for you
Bands so big, I can't even count it
If you gotta have it
They like, "Zen, stop f*cking around"
It's all for you
You better duck, twin sending them rounds
If you make a move
Told the ho, "Bye, I'll see you around"
It's all for you
She getting geeked, been using her snout
It's all for you
Yeah, I'm too free in this b*tch, no doubt
If you really want it
She f*ck with lil' Zen, not no doubt
It's all for you
[Verse: 1oneam, Janet Jackson]
If you say you need it
Bad lil' b*tch, she slim (I got the video, I got the video)
It's all for you
Bo—bodies sent the ho, Lil Kim
If you gotta have it
You ri—, you ride the wave, can't swim
It's all for you
Pockets swole, straight out the gym
If you make a move
pus*y so good, she wet like, "Damn"
It's all for you
Flex-flex like sh*t, b*tch, f*ck an exam
It's all for you
Steak, lil' b*tch, I don't eat no ham
If you really want it
Want some beef? I go ham
It's all for you
I-I just jumped out the foreign
If you say you need it
f*ck a b*tch good, wake up in the morning
G19, hit you and it's pouring
High as f*ck, b*tch, I'm soaring, ayy
Tote my sh*t and record it
Too many [?], just report it
Off a Xan, it's one in the morning
Recording this sh*t, it's one in the morning
[Outro: 1oneam]
Want smoke lil' b*tch? I'm bout it
Want smoke f*ck n*gga? we bout it
B-b-bad b*tch eat di*k, wanna chow it
T-t-too much came in, need me an accountant
Bands so big, I can't even count it
They like, "Zen, stop f*cking around"
You better duck, twin sending them rounds
Told the ho, "Bye, I'll see you around"
She getting geeked, been using her snout
Yeah, I'm too free in this b*tch, no doubt
She f*ck with lil' Zen, not no doubt
Part XIX: Field Mob - So What / Drexciya - Running Out Of Space (mashup)
[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara
Superstar DJ's, here we go
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble," and I heard
"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club," and they say
"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard
"He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug"
So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat
So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat
[Verse 1: Smoke]
And they say - I'm a sl*t, I'm a ho, I'm a freak
I got a different girl every day of the week
You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
If they fake, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her, misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes - They're
Nuttin' but liars hatin', and I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' pla-ces
With you by my side in my Mercedes
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say - "He do a little this, he do a little that
He always in trouble," and I heard
"He's nuttin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club," and they say
"He think he slick, he's got a lot of chips
He's sellin' them drugs," and I heard
"He's been locked up, find somebody else
He ain't nuttin' but a thug"
So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat
So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat
Part XX: Charli xcx - Out of My Head / Syzy - Caught up (in circles) / Frost Children - Shake It Like A
[Verse 1: Tove Lo]
Glitter in my sheets
Dancin' on, no sleep
I don't learn, wanna burn, wanna turn all the way up, yeah
I don't learn, wanna burn in the dirt 'til I'm out of luck, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Tove Lo]
Pills and potions and terrible things
Heart on the floor when the telephone rings
All of the lies, I just wanna believe
Drop all my morals, I just wanna sin
[Chorus: Alma]
I'm out of my, out of my head
Out of my head
Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my
Out of my head
Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my head
Out of my head
Please, get out of my, out of my, out of my head
Out of my head, out of my head
[Post-Chorus: Tove Lo]
Need you, need you, need you out
Need you, need you, need you
Need you, need you, need you out
Need you, need you, need you
[Chorus: Lulu, Tove Lo]
Need you, need you, need you out
I feel it baby, you feel it too
Need you, need you, need you
Growing now, growing now, growing now
Need you, need you, need you out
Move on my body like you're supposed to
Need you, need you, need you
Like you're supposed to
Need you, need you, need you
[Drop: Angel, Danny Brown, Tove Lo]
Yeah, girl, shake it like a
Need you, need you, need you out
Shake it like a
Need you, need you, need you out
Shake it like a
Need you, need you, need you out
Need you, need you, need you out
[Verse 1: Danny Brown, Tove Lo]
Dance to the light of the silvery moon
Need you, need you, need you out
I beat my own drum, dance to my own tune
Do what I choose, give a f*ck about a trend
Need you, need you, need you
b*tch, I'm all about the crew, motherf*ck a new friend
Y'all been mislead, ten steps ahead
Need you, need you, need you out
Need to cut that sh*t out like Lil Wayne dreads
When I flip in an instant, y'all on Ozempic
Need you, need you, need you
Straight out the trenches, swing for the fences
Part XXI: Frost Children - Shake It Like A / Jane Remover - Magic I Want U (mashup)
[Intro: Angel, Tove Lo]
Need you, need you, need you out
Need you, need you, need you
Shake it like a
Need you, need you, need you out
Need you, need you, need you
[Verse 2: Angel]
Yeah, shake it like a dog in the rain
Whip your hair 'til it falls out, damage your brain
'Cause the world is to blame that you fell outta grace
Shake the pain from your face now-now
Yeah, girl, shake it like a
[Refrain: Lulu, Jane Remover]
I feel it baby, you feel it too
Growing now, growing now, growing now
Move on my body like you're supposed to
Like you're supposed to
'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby
[Drop: Angel, Lulu, Jane Remover]
Yeah, girl, shake it like a
(Like you're supposed to, like you're supposed to)
'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby
Yeah, girl, shake it like a
Shake it like a
'Cause I'll be your groupie, baby
Shake it like a
Part XXII: Hiroshi Sato - You’re My Baby
Haven't known you long
But I'm writing you this song
Take it as a message from me
Girl you have the eyes of Venus
Rising from the sea
Watch you from a distance
I hardly can believe
You're my baby
You're my baby
Through the shifting sands
We are walking hand in hand
Ours a path that time can't erase
Girl you have a tender beauty
And a dancer's grace
Moving gently from me
To spin through time and space
Part XXIII: Charli Xcx - B2b (DJ LUKINHAS Remix) / Beyoncé - VIRGO’S GROOVE
[Intro: Charli xcx, Hiroshi Sato]
You're my baby
Back to, back to, back to, back to
You're my baby
Back to, back to, back to, back to you
[Chorus: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS, Hiroshi Sato]
[?]
Back to, back to, back to, back to you
[?]
I don't wanna fall right back to us
[?]
Maybe you should run right back to her
[?]
I don't wanna go back, back to
You're my baby
[?]
Back to, back to, back to, back to you
[?]
I don't wanna fall right back to us
[?]
Maybe you should run right back to her
[?]
I don't wanna go back, back to
[?]
Back to, back to, back to, back to you
[?]
I don't wanna fall right back to us
[?]
Maybe you should run right back to her
[?]
I don't wanna go back, back to
[?]
Back to, back to, back to, back to you
[?]
You're my baby
I don't wanna fall right back to us
[?]
Maybe you should run right back to her
[?]
I don't wanna go back, back to
[?]
You're my baby
Back to, back to, back to, back to you
[?]
I don't wanna fall right back to us
[?]
Maybe you should run right back to her
[?]
I don't wanna go back, back to
[?]
You're my baby
[Breakdown: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS]
Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]
Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]
Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]
Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]
Oh, DJ LUKINHAS
Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]
Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]
Back— back— [?] back— back— [?]
[Drop: Charli xcx, DJ LUKINHAS]
Back— back— [?] back— back— back—
Back— back— [?] back— back— back—
Back— back— [?] back— back— back—
Back— back— [?] back— back— back—
To back— [?] back— back— back—
Back— back— [?] back— back— back—
Back— back— [?] back— back— back—
I don't wanna go back, back to—
Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—
[?] [?] [?] back—
Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—
[?] [?] [?] back—
I don't wanna go back, back to—
Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—
[?] [?] [?] back—
Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—
[?] [?] [?] back—
Back— [?] back— [?] back— back—
[?] [?] [?] back—
[Breakdown: Beyoncé, Charli xcx]
I don't wanna feel feelings
There's nothin' that I want as much as I want you
I don't wanna feel feeli— i— i— i— i— i— i— i— i— ings
A psychic hit me, told me we got sh*t to do
I— I— I— I—
We ain't got time like we used to
I— i— i— i— i— i— i— i—
But we still shine like we used to
I don't wanna fall right back to us
And we still grind like we used to
Maybe you should run right back to her
And we cut ties when we need to
I don't wanna go back, back to (Ah, ah, ah)
But I need more you on me and me on you, oh
[Refrain: Beyoncé]
I can be the one that takes you there
And I need more nudity and ecstasy, oh
On this magic ride, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh)
Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared
Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared (Yeah, yeah)
It's only gonna get you high
[Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé]
Baby, come over
Come be alone with me tonight
All these emotions
It's washin' over me tonight, oh
[Chorus: Beyoncé]
Right here (Right here), right now (Right now)
Iced up (Iced up), bite down (Bite down)
Baby, lock in (Lock in) right now (Right now)
I want it right here (Right here), right now (Right now)
Cuddled up (Cuddled up) on the couch (On the couch)
Motorboat (Motorboat), baby, swerve around (Swerve around)
Slow-mo (Slow-mo) comin' out my blouse (Out my blouse)
I want it right here (Right here), right now (Right now)
[Post-Chorus: Beyoncé, Mk.gee, Charli xcx, *DJ LUKINHAS*]
Baby, come over
Oh, my love
I can be the one that take you there
Oh please, put me out
I can be the one that takes you there (Ooh-oh)
On this magic ride, woo
I believe that you owe me this time
Baby, come over (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared
Can't believe how you killed me tonight
Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared (Ooh-oh)
It's only gonna get you high
I'm taking all my love
Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—
*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—
Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—
*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—
I don't wanna go back, back to—
Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—
*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—
Oh please, put me out
Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—
*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—
I believe that you owe me this time
Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—
*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—
Can't believe how you killed me tonight
Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—
*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—
I'm taking all my love
Back— *[?]* back— *[?]* back— back—
*[?]* *[?]* *[?]* back—
Part XXIV: Avant - Lie About Us
[Verse 1: Avant]
Baby, I know
When we started out there was things you didn't know
But baby girl, we got a lot of things we need to discuss
I know I'm asking for a lot, but just trust
You say that things getting old
Sneakin' 'round, creepin' and love on the low
Now baby girl, I can't wait 'til it's officially us
I can't wait to let them know about us
[Pre-Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger, Avant]
At first I thought that I could take it boy, but I don't know (I don't know)
You told me you were gonna leave her for me long ago (Long ago)
Eventually I will, but I just gotta take it slow
Don't wanna break her heart, although I gotta let her go, so baby
[Chorus: Avant]
So please don't say you wanna give up
How do I tell her that I'm falling in love?
And I know you're waiting patiently for that day
When we no longer have to lie about us
When I'm with her, all I want is your touch
And when you call me, I don't wanna hang up
And I know I say it often but I can't wait
'Til we no longer have to lie about us
[Outro: Avant]
Ooh, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Part XXV: Ken Carson - Green Room
[Intro: Ken Carson, Avant]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Ooh, whoa
Half of these n*ggas ain't never seen sh*t, and these b*tches ain't seen sh*t neither
Yeah, yeah
When she workout, she rockin' a tracksuit, it's Balenciaga Adidas
[Chorus: Ken Carson, Avant]
And this sh*t don't make no sense
Ooh, whoa
How I went from broke to rich?
Yeah, yeah
How the f*ck you want me now, back then act like you ain't notice me? (Notice me, notice me)
Yeah, now I got diamonds, now I got these jewels
Now these hoes comin' in two
Now my pockets filled with cash
Ooh, whoa
b*tch I walk around with them blues, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Lil' b*tch, I walk around with them blues now
Yeah
[Verse: Ken Carson, Avant]
You know how I rock, cut off stacks, keep kush in my pocket
Ooh, whoa
They treat my swag just like a door the way these n*ggas knock it
b*tch, I'm in that mode like Naruto, I'm a nine-tailed fox
I don't want that ho if she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table but her box
I been gettin' tired of f*ckin'
Ooh, whoa
And I'm tired of being tired, sh*t, f*ck it
Yeah, yeah
Everyday I ball out, I make sure I get a bucket
How the f*ck you don't know my middle name but you claim that you love me?
You don't love me (Love me, love me)
Ooh, whoa
I know you don't love me
If a b*tch try me, it's gon' get real ugly
Yeah, yeah
If she wanna leave, I'll let her leave 'cause she already f*cked me, huh
I'm such an as*h*le
Ooh, whoa
Money over everything, these n*ggas gon' fold before my cash fold
Every time I post on Instagram, I make her mad, oh
Every time I pop out, you know I'm with a new bad ho, woah
[Outro: Ken Carson]
And you can't relate 'cause what I been doin' lately feels so unreal
And I get depressed when I notice nobody feel how I feel (How I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
Yeah
Part XXVI: Cascada - What Hurts the Most
[Verse 1: Cascada, Ken Carson]
I was wit' the Look Killa tryna catch a kill
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
I remember way, way back in the day
That don't bother me
We couldn't even afford no meal
I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
What I spent on purple drank
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
I could've paid his bills off for a year
Even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me
I was Uberin' everywhere
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
Now it's two-twenty on my dash when I steer
But that's not what gets me
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
[Chorus: Cascada]
What hurts the most was being so close
And having so much to say (Much to say)
And watching you walk away (Walk away)
Never knowing what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Part XXVII: Mel V - Pew Pew / Jane Remover - homeswitcher / Bar 9 - Piano Tune
[Intro: Mel V]
Brrt, Chapo
Huh?
[Verse: Mel V]
Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)
I smoke on your bro every time I get high
Haters on di*k, they just want a reply
Do not get popped like the Fourth of July
Do not get popped like a motherf*ckin' soda
b*tch, I ain't bougie, I'll step in Corolla
Might need a cast, I'm poppin' my shoulder
b*tch, I'm the sickest like I got Ebola
Yeah, I'm the sickest like I got the flu
Smokin' on sticky, I'm smokin' on glue
Ain't got no religion, but this sh*t here True
I'm blessin' the beat like, "Ah, ahchoo"
Come on your block, hit your whole crew
Bullets gon' eat at a n*gga like food
Hi-Point, you got the lil' pew-pew
Big Glock, I keep me a big tool
Run up on me, girl, you is a big fool (Plugg)
Dog-ass b*tch, I don't f*ck with no Shih Tzu (On God)
n*gga play, I'ma aim at his top (Yeah)
Only see red, but I never will stop (Yeah)
Can't f*ck with you 'cause you f*ck with the cops (Yeah)
You mad 'bout a ho, b*tch, I'm not your opp
Yeah, yeah, I told these hoes they ain't ready (Hrrt)
I got the sauce like f*ckin' spaghetti, yeah
I ride the beat like a Chevy (Uh)
Been servin' white, ain't talkin' no Betty
Yeah, b*tches so soft like a teddy (Yeah)
Me and Kiko, we like Jason and Freddy, yeah
Don't wanna chop it up like a machete
You b*tches be sweet as f*ck just like Little Debbie
Part XXVIII: Mel V - Pew Pew / One Direction - Stockholm Syndrome / ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / Bar 9 - Piano Tune / umru & Chase Icon - Records (your danso remix)
[Intro: Mel V]
Brrt, Chapo
Huh?
[Verse: Mel V, ROUND TABLE]
Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)
I smoke on your bro every time I get high
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
He get hit with the fye (Plugg)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I smoke on your bro every time I get high
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I smoke on your bro every time I get high
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Walk down with the Drac', he get hit with the fye (Plugg)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I smoke on your bro every time I get high
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
[Chorus: Chase Icon, ROUND TABLE]
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
Part XXIX: ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / umru & Chase Icon - Records (your danso remix)
[Intro: Chase Icon]
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
[Chorus: Chase Icon, ROUND TABLE]
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass (Chase Icon)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
Part XXX: ROUND TABLE - Let Me Be With You / DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up
[Intro: ROUND TABLE]
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)
[Chorus: DJ Tameil, ROUND TABLE]
Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)
Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah)
Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Giddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh (Yeah, let me be with you)
[Outro: DJ Tameil]
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Part XXXI: DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up / Jessie j - domino
[Intro: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Verse: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Chorus: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
U-u u-u-u-u—
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
U-u u-u-u-u—
[Breakdown: DJ Tameil, Jessie j]
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Outro: DJ Tameil, Vistoso Bosses, Jessie J]
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka (OH LET DO IT)
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Vistoso Bosses
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Flocka waka
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Waka flocka
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Flocka wakaoi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
1017 BrickSquad Yeah!
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Part XXXII: Vistoso Bosses - Tatted Up / DJ Tameil - Rude Boy Giddy Up
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame, DJ Tameil]
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Tatted from my neck, (Flocka)
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Flocka like this show is
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
All shirt all just to show of my artwork
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
She said she in love
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Flocka like a flirt
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
You get no combo
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
You ain't got all the words
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
[Verse 2: Vistoso Bosses, DJ Tameil]
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
You gotta be tatted up
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Like them rocker bike riders
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Rollin' on them Harleys
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Got me goin gnarley
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
I'm checkin' 'cause his sexy with that inked-out sleeve
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
And that nimble on his chest like an Ed Hardy tee
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Talk like a fool, And he's sweatin' me
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
And he just my type, Let me see what it's gone be
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Shawty said he wanna holla
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Tell him "hit me up" when he leave the tattoo parlor
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
[Chorus: Taylor, Gucci Mane, DJ Tameil]
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Yeah he is a keeper
Ta-tatted like a pretty boy
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
No shirts and skinny jeans boy
Ro-rockin rosaries boy
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Body marked in ink, boy
Co-come be on my team boy
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Something like a G so
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Those tats don't mean a thing though
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
They tatted tatted up, they make us fall in love
Gi— Gi— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Part XXXIII: Jane Remover - Flash in the Pan / Dazegxd - tell me (Jane Remover remix)
[Verse: Jane Remover, DJ Tameil]
Gi— i— iddy Up, Giddy Up, Giddy Up
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
I can't live with sh*t up in the air
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
What he thinks about my mind and body
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
All the while, I really can't blame you
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
W-we don't have a single thing in common
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
I left my patience back at 30th Street Station
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
I got a thousand miles on my next life
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
[Pre-Chorus: Jane Remover, DJ Tameil]
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Everybody think they own a piece of me
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
If you want a little taste, you can bite it
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
Oi— oi— oi— come in—
[Chorus: Jane Remover]
He said, "I'm on stage and you're thinkin' about other guys in front of me?"
"I can see it in your eyes, baby girl, don't lie to me"
He has the whole world and then some in the palm of his hand
I'm jealous (I'm jealous)
I'm trashy for a b*tch with no credentials
[Post-Chorus: Jane Remover]
P-pretty boy said I was just a flash in the pan
I could take her flow if I can't take her man
I know how bad you wanna scream my name
They must be buggin' if they don't know who I am
[Refrain: Jane Remover]
You finding words to say, you not with me though
Wake up and find out it's not true
I got dreams of you and me, do you feel it though?
Wake up and find out it's just you
Can you feel from miles away I'm thinkin' 'bout you?
I can never get away with lying
[Pre-Chorus: Jane Remover]
I like his voice and the way he thinks about me
Then I'll go to sleep and wake up crying (Ah-ah-ah)
[Instrumental]
Part XXXIV: Bladee - waster / Carly Rae Jepsen - Talking to Yourself
[Intro: Bladee]
I tried, you know? I tried playin' life, man
[Verse: Bladee]
f*cked up for days, can I catch a break?
Just wanna go away, make it go away
Just running through the days, running through the pain
Bring my life to waste, was it all a waste?
Was it all a waste? Was it all a waste?
I'm smokin' so much dope, can I take a break?
I know you know I know I made a mistake
I'm just trying to touch the real but it's plastic, fake
Plastic face, tragic on the way
Only way I make it through the day is, I can't say
I can't say, sorry, I can't say
Sorry, mom, I know you hate to see me this way
Fall in love and jump
Are you drunk? I was actin' dumb
Pills under my tongue, I feel numb
Don't like anyone
Empty, fill my cup
I f*cked up, cut me up my cut
Catch you out, you're slumped, he's a bum
Drain Gang, yeah, we on
I'm the chosen one, the f*ck you thought?
Get back what I love
I make the call, are you slow?
Reap the risk I sow
[Bridge: Carly Rae Jepsen]
Are you thinkin' of me?
Are you thinkin' of me?
Are you thinkin' of me?
Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?
Are you thinkin' of me?
Are you thinkin' of me?
Are you thinkin' of me?
Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?
[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]
Are you thinkin' of me when you're with somebody else?
Do you talk to me when you're talkin' to yourself?
Are you reachin' for me, makin' love to someone else?
Do you talk to me (To me)
When you're talkin' to yourself-self?
When you're talkin' to your—
Talk to me (To me)
When you're talkin' to yourself-self
When you're talkin' to your—
Talk to me (To me)
When you're talkin' to yourself
Part XXXV: Lil Yachty, Future & Playboi Carti - Flex Up / Carly Rae Jepsen - Talking to Yourself
[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen]
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Are you thinkin' of me?
[Post-Chorus: Future, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen]
Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?
Bet you won't get no murders out me (Homicide, homicide, yeah)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Go tell the cops (Flex up), I bet you won't get no murders out me
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen]
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up, racks up (Homicide), flex up (What?), racks up (Yeah)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up (Flex up), racks up (Racks up), flex up (Flex up), racks up (You dig?)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Sticks up, sticks up (What?), sticks up, sticks up (Yeah)
Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?
Pick up the K, yeah (What?), I pick up the Drac', yeah (Slatt)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Spray at your b*tch (b*tch, b*tch), she gave me face, yeah (Carti)
Are you thinkin' of me?
I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face (Yeah)
Are you thinkin' of me?
I'm on codeine (Yeah), I'm fallin' in love with codeine
Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?
I really be sippin' the lean (Yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (Yeah)
Are you thinkin' of me?
I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean
Are you thinkin' of me?
That white ho love me, that white b*tch love me, hold on
Are you thinkin' of me?
[Chorus: Future, Playboi Carti, Carly Rae Jepsen]
Does it kill you that you're thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it)
Are you thinkin' of me?
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (You dig?)
Part XXXVI: Lil Yachty, Future & Playboi Carti - Flex Up / Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel
[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty, Playboi Carti, Raheem The Dream]
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
[?]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[?]
Part XXXVII: Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel / Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love
[Intro: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream]
[?]
I'll breathe you in with smoke in the backyard light
[?]
[?]
We used to laugh until we choked, into the wasted nights
[?]
It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone
[?]
[?]
So don't, don't, don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone
[?]
[?]
Say I'm wrong in the sunset turning red behind the smoke
[?]
Forever and alone
[?]
Yeah
[Outro: Raheem The Dream]
[?]
Part XXXVIII: Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love
[Verse 1: Pierce The Veil]
And you've gone and sewn me to this bed
The taste of you and me will never leave my lips again
Under the blinding rain (Blinding rain)
I wanna hold your hand so tight, I'm gonna break my wrists (Break my wrists)
And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm gonna join right in
[Chorus: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream]
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
[?]
Because I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no
[?]
I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on
[?]
No, I'm barely hanging on
By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone
And now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon
[?]
[?]
[Verse 2: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream]
This isn't fair (No)
[?]
Don't you try to blame this on me
[?]
My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me
And goddammit, I can barely say your name
So, I'll try to write it and fill the pen with blood from the sink
[?]
Woah, oh
But, don't just say it, you should sing my name
[?]
Pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours
[?]
And we can sing this on the way home
[?]
[Chorus: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream, OsamaSon]
[?]
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
[?]
Take a look at what I did
[?]
'Cause I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no
[?]
Wish you could see this sh*t, man (Man)
I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on
Ah damn (Damn)
[?]
No, I'm barely hanging on
Cannot let 'em down (Yeah)
[?]
By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone
[?]
Cannot let 'em down
But now there's nothing to do, but tear my voice apart
[?]
VETEMENTS pants, pull 'em up
[?]
There's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon
[?]
Pull up, test yo' luck
[Breakdown: Pierce The Veil, Raheem The Dream, OsamaSon]
I ran out of love
[?]
Still got f*ckin' mud (Bee, bee)
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
Try to pay my slime
[?]
He don't want nothin'
[?]
Yeah, nothin'
'Cause I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no
That sh*t ain't nothin'
[?]
I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on
[?]
No, I'm barely hanging on
Yeah, nothin'
By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone
[?]
[?]
That sh*t ain't nothin'
[?]
But now there's nothing to do, but tear my voice apart
[?]
That sh*t ain't nothin'
Yeah
There's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon
[?]
[?]
Part XXXIX: OsamaSon - Nothing / Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love / Raheem The Dream - Hotel Motel / SOPHIE - Faceshopping (Euphoric Reduce Me To Nothingness Remix)
[Verse: OsamaSon, Raheem The Dream]
Pretty b*tch just want some lovin' (Yeah)
Honestly, can't give you nothin'
[?]
Take you where you never been
[?]
Overseas, and I spent like ten (Bee)
[?]
[?]
I just want some bands (Some bands)
Hit her, what you sayin'? (Brr)
She said pick her up
[?]
Be there 'round like ten
Rick Owens, my pants (Yeah)
[?]
This ho match my fly, but she ain't mine (Yeah)
[?]
I been pourin' up for the tenth time (Yeah)
Think I fell in love, but she ain't mine, ain't mine
[Outro: Cecile Believe, Pierce The Veil]
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
'Cause I don't know any other song, woah, oh, no
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
Part XXXX: Jane Remover - If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave / SOPHIE - Faceshopping (Euphoric Reduce Me To Nothingness Remix)
[Intro: Jane Remover, Cecile Believe]
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Ooh, reduce me to nothingness
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
[Verse: Jane Remover, Cecile Believe]
Touch me, touch me
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
So you must be the one
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
That I've seen in my dreams
Come on, touch me
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
So you must be the one
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
That I've seen in my dreams
Come on, touch me
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
So you must be the one
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
That I've seen in my dreams
Come on, touch me
If i’m not dancing all night then i might just leave
[Chorus: Jane Remover, Pierce The Veil, Cecile Believe]
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
If i’m not dancing all night—
—then i might just leave
If i’m not dancing all night—
Then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
If i’m not dancing all night—
—then i might just leave
If i’m not dancing all night—
Then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
If i’m not dancing all night—
—then i might just leave
If i’m not dancing all night—
Then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
If i’m not dancing all night—
—then i might just leave
If i’m not dancing all night—
Then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
If i’m not dancing all night—
—then i might just leave
If i’m not dancing all night—
Then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
If i’m not dancing all night—
—then i might just leave
If i’m not dancing all night—
Then i might just leave
Set my spirit free
Spirit free
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
I'll sing along, (Oh, oh, oh)
[Noise]