Tracks Similar To Emperor's New Clothes
Gossip
Artist(s): Haoyue Kuang
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Writer(s):
Haoyue Kuang (BMI) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Mandopop, Rap, World Hip Hop
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Badass, Blunt, Bold, Brutal, Bully, Chinese Lyrics, Consumerism, Cruel, Dark, Degradation, Disgust, Dishonest, Entertainment, Fake, Fame, Fighting, Greed, Hate, Heavy, Hollywood, Jealous, Justice, Mandarin Lyrics, Mean, Paparazzi, Political, Pretending, Rumors, Self Esteem, Selfishness, Social Commentary, Society, Technology, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
97
Language:
Chinese
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gossip
八卦 (ORIGINAL MANDARIN) (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
街上墙角边遇见一群蟑螂
围着腐烂的肉 贪婪的模样
抓住谁的丑闻就像疯了一样
用力踩踏 精神失常
键盘侠 游手好闲躲在暗处磨牙
张口闭口 动不动就人设崩塌
用力曝光 别人痛的伤疤
狼吞虎咽 满嘴八卦
Magazine
手机上面各色各样APP
随便点击免费的素人AV
三角恋 谁和谁的血缘关系
跟你有什么关系
CHORUS
卑鄙龌龊的东西* (4X)
VERSE 2
标题党 售卖明星抗衰老的秘密
无中生有 抹黑别人关系
一点小事 动不动就撕逼
没有别的词汇张口只会乱骂傻逼*
BRIDGE
谁是傻逼* (3X)
Look into the mirror you'll see
VERSE 3
趁早放下自封的正义
看清那些颠倒是非的媒体
网路世界 贩卖的恶意
你要学会分辨真假的消息
为了炒作发明的恋爱关系
一面曝光整容 一面批判身体
说到底 消费的是你的失意
消费的是你的妒忌
围观死者不忘拿出你的手机
装出一连痛惜 唉声叹气
有的人连自杀都会给人带来收益
Ugh 不可思议
拼命挖掘小道消息
捕风捉影 说话没有证据
忙着踩低别人妄想抬高自己
忙着踩低别人妄想抬高自己
CHORUS (2X)
______________________________________________
GOSSIP (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) (EXPLICIT)
VERSES 1
Met a bunch of roaches on the corner of the street
They're surrounding a piece of rotting meat, looking greedy
Some people lose their minds when they catch a bit of scandal
They'd then stomp and kick, as if going crazy
Keyboard warriors, they sit around in the dark, grinding their teeth
Casually throwing phrases like "That's so out of his character!"
Exposing other people's scars with all their efforts
Gobbling down mouthful of gossips
Magazine
Various apps on your phone
Few clicks away from free amateur porn
Love triangle, blood relations between so and so
What does it have to do with you?
CHORUS
Disgusting pieces of filth (4X)
VERSE 2
Eye-catching titles, selling beauty secrets of super stars
Making up stories, smearing people's good names
Stirring problems and picking fights over nothing
Don't have enough vocabulary, so all you got is "stupid cunt"
BRIDGE
Who's the stupid cunt (3X)
Look into the mirror you'll see
VERSE 3
Drop your self-proclaimed justice already
Open your eyes to the truth twisting media
Malice sells in the internet world
You gotta learn to tell between what's true and what's false
The love relationships invented for promotional purposes
On one hand criticizing plastic surgery, on the other criticizing bodies
Bottom line, they're making money with your low self esteem
They are making money with your jealousy
Even looking at the dead, you don't forget to pull out the phone
Pretending to be sorry with a fake sigh
For some people, even their suicide become profitable for others
Ugh, unbelievable
Digging every corner for rumors
Clutching at shadows, speaking without proof
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
CHORUS (2X)
__________________________________________________
GOSSIP (ENGLISH TRANSLATION) (CLEAN)
VERSES 1
Met a bunch of roaches on the corner of the street
They're surrounding a piece of rotting meat, looking greedy
Some people lose their minds when they catch a bit of scandal
They'd then stomp and kick, as if going crazy
Keyboard warriors, they sit around in the dark, grinding their teeth
Casually throwing phrases like "That's so out of his character!"
Exposing other people's scars with all their efforts
Gobbling down mouthful of gossips
Magazine
Various apps on your phone
Few clicks away from free amateur porn
Love triangle, blood relations between so and so
What does it have to do with you?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Eye-catching titles, selling beauty secrets of super stars
Making up stories, smearing people's good names
Stirring problems and picking fights over nothing
Don't have enough vocabulary, so all you got is "stupid c***"
BRIDGE
Who's the stupid c*** (3X)
Look into the mirror you'll see
VERSE 3
Drop your self-proclaimed justice already
Open your eyes to the truth twisting media
Malice sells in the internet world
You gotta learn to tell between what's true and what's false
The love relationships invented for promotional purposes
On one hand criticizing plastic surgery, on the other criticizing bodies
Bottom line, they're making money with your low self esteem
They are making money with your jealousy
Even looking at the dead, you don't forget to pull out the phone
Pretending to be sorry with a fake sigh
For some people, even their suicide become profitable for others
Ugh, unbelievable
Digging every corner for rumors
Clutching at shadows, speaking without proof
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
Busy stepping others down so you can lift yourself up
CHORUS (2X)
Lasso (Like A Rodeo)
Artist(s): 10 (feat. Brit Fox)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 34% / Daniel William Gong (ASCAP) 33% / Demetrius Dwane Jr Jones (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Cocky, Cool, Danceable, Erotic, Flirty, Gangsta, Gangsters, Hood, Lit, Lust, Nasty, Naughty, Night Club, Party, Raunchy, Risque, Seduction, Sexual, Sexy, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper, Swagga, Swagger, Temptation, Turnt
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Brass, Cello, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Synth, Triangle
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
103
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lasso (Like A Rodeo)
LASSO (LIKE A RODEO) (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s
In the air
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s in the
Bounce that a*s
Everywhere where
CHORUS 2
Shawty in the club showing off
All of her moves
So when we in the room girl
What you gon' do,
Shawty trynna slide wit the gang
Wit the crew
Cause shawty know we doin just
What we want too!
Ain't messing wit no lame n****s
Nah that s**t is through
Cause shawty she too fire
For n****s too handle
Shawty'll show out on a lame n***a
Put some respect down on her name n***a!
VERSE 1
Shawty down for the hustle
Won't take no s**t
She mess wit h**s most of the time
But she still take d**k,
We in the room like come and get me
She like tag you's it
She bust that p***y all on my face
Like she poppin' a zit!
She heard my music from the club
And she was loving my s**t
She said I got the type of sound
That she can pop it and s**t,
And she got friends and I'm like
Tell them h**s what's poppin' and s**t
Cause I got n****s or stamina
Like what's poppin and s**t!
I break it down on the beat
So now she dropping it low
Left check right check
Ooo which way you gone go?
It's like she throwing mixed signals
When she working it whoa
Cause she say f**k me like she hate me
She be loving it tho!
Lil b***h she nuts
I call her sandy checks
But d**n that girl a freak,
She like to dress up when she visit me
It's who she meant to be
My Life a movie she my favorite scene
Like d**n I can't believe
I gotta go back and get shawty on my team!
Like....
CHORUS 3
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
(so when we in the room girl
What u gone do?)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
(cause shawty know we doin' just
What we want too!)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
(Cause shawty she too fire
For n****s too handle)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
(Shawty'll show out on a lame n***a)
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Tell her bounce that a*s until she can't no more
Tell her go and do it big til she get cramps in her soles
Shawty down for the hustle g*****n she the GOAT
And compared to all her friends g*****n she cold
Shawty dressed for the occasion drops some hints like it's been raining
And if it's an altercation got a 30 she'll be blazing
If she throw it at me tell her I'm catch 'em like we saving
From the dash to the pad now we smash now we lazy, oh
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 4 (2X)
A*s in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last h*e
___________________________________________________
LASSO (LIKE A RODEO) (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass
In the air
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass in the
Bounce that ass
Everywhere where
CHORUS 2
Shawty In the club showing off
All of her moves
So when we in the room girl
What you gon' do,
Shawty trynna slide wit the gang
Wit the crew
Cause shawty know we doin just
What we want too!
Ain't messing wit no lame niggas
Nah that shit is through
Cause shawty she too fire
For niggas too handle
Shawty'll show out on a lame nigga
Put some respect down on her name nigga!
VERSE 1
Shawty down for the hustle
Won't take no shit
She mess wit hoes most of the time
But she still take dick,
We in the room like come and get me
She like tag you's it
She bust that pussy all on my face
Like she poppin' a zit!
She heard my music from the club
And she was loving my shit
She said I got the type of sound
That she can pop it and shit,
And she got friends and I'm like
Tell them hoes what's poppin' and shit
Cause I got niggas or stamina
Like what's poppin and shit!
I break it down on the beat
So now she dropping it low
Left check right check
Ooo which way you gone go?
It's like she throwing mixed signals
When she working it whoa
Cause she say fuck me like she hate me
She be loving it tho!
Lil bitch she nuts
I call her sandy checks
But damn that girl a freak,
She like to dress up when she visit me
It's who she meant to be
My Life a movie she my favorite scene
Like damn I can't believe
I gotta go back and get shawty on my team!
Like....
CHORUS 3
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
(so when we in the room girl
What u gone do?)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
(cause shawty know we doin' just
What we want too!)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
(Cause shawty she too fire
For niggas too handle)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
(Shawty'll show out on a lame nigga)
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Tell her bounce that ass until she can't no more
Tell her go and do it big til she get cramps in her soles
Shawty down for the hustle goddamn she the GOAT
And compared to all her friends goddamn she cold
Shawty dressed for the occasion drops some hints like it's been raining
And if it's an altercation got a 30 she'll be blazing
If she throw it at me tell her I'm catch 'em like we saving
From the dash to the pad now we smash now we lazy, oh
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 4 (2X)
Ass in the air like a rodeo
Left right fast slow
Still move it better than your last hoe
Keeping You Alive
Artist(s): Jodi Valentin
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Writer(s):
Jodi Lynn Gerver (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Electro Pop, Female Vocal, Instrumental
Keywords:
Attraction, BDSM, Blood, Bondage, Control, Crazy, Creepy, Dark, Demonic, Demons, Dominate, Domination, Eerie, Erotic, Flirtacious, Gothic, Haunting, Horny, Kinky, Late Night, Life Or Death, Passion, Power, Scary, Seductive, Seductress, Sensual, Sexual, Spooky, Temptation, Terrifying, Tip Toe, Torment, Tortured, Twisted
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
97
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keeping You Alive
KEEPING YOU ALIVE
VERSE 1
Glass shattered right through the window
Right after, cut up the pillows
Too bad there's no place left to hide.
White t-shirt, covered in plastic
Blood stains, that would be tragic,
Demons of darkness run the night.
PRE-CHORUS
I can feel it creeping through my mind
Stronger than a great white shark bite
Confessions of a twisted alibi
CHORUS
You better only breathe when I say "breathe"
You better only speak when I say "speak"
You better watch your back when you're asleep at night.
You better keep your hands behind your back
You better try your best not to react
You better not bite the hand that's keeping you alive.
VERSE 2
Tip toe right through the bedroom
Blind-folded, I'm right beside you
Can't move your hands since they are tied.
Your body against the back board
Whisper that I've never wanted more
To be what's keeping you alive.
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Tip toe right through the bedroom
Blind-folded, I'm right beside you
Tip toe right through the bedroom
Blind-folded, I'm right beside you
CHORUS
Jacking This Bitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R. Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Alley, City, Compton, Crime, Dark, Downtown, East LA, Fear, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Mean, Prison, Robbery, Shooting, Street, Struggle, Swagga, Swagger, Tension, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, West Coast
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Hand Claps, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
106
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jacking This Bitch
JACKING THIS BIT (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like a dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do
CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit u like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bit
VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem sucka boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bit!
CHORUS
OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bit
Jacking this bit, we jacking this bit
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bit
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bit
__________________________
JACKING THIS BITCH (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
We been getting into dirt since we been on this earth
Taking penitentiary chances if the work got worth
If you reap a big harvest boi we taking ya crops
You ain't calling the cops, cause we all in the pot
If the pressure increase and the streets is hot
Distros jammed up, like dirty glocks
I need the bread, the flour and anything I can cook too
When we get hungry lemme show you how crooks do
CHORUS
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
A vet at romancing felonious chances
You got lot of questions but none of the answers
Confused as fake news-who hit you like this?!?!
Can't relax knowing the fact somebody jacked this bitch
VERSE 2
Yo my people gotta eat and I run the show
Want quality bread--gotta go for the real dough
Can only hold these fools off for so long
Money getting weak, hunger come on strong
If we do this right, shouldn't need our pistols
Slide past the cameras and security system
Lookouts east, west, north, and south
Get in fast, get the cash then we all smash out
'Cause we hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
BRIDGE
Déjà vu for you-ain't you been hit before?
Still go dem lil fuck boys guarding the door
Run up on ya corona-boy you gone be sick
When you realize what happened we done jacked this bitch!
CHORUS
OUTRO
We hitting this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jacking this bitch, we jacking this bitch
Oh we need this lick, we jacking this bitch
Jackin this bitch, we jackin this bitch
Bulletproof Vest
Artist(s): Terrell Burt
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative Hip Hop, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Angry, Anti Establishment, Attitude, Black Lives Matter, By Any Means Necessary, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drop A Knee, Face Off, Fight Back, Gritty, Intense, Militant, Overcoming, Persistence, Police, Political, Power to the People, Pumped Up, Rebel, Rebellion, Resistance, Rise Up, Showdown, Social Commentary, Struggle
Instruments:
808 Kick, Drums, Electric Guitar
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bulletproof Vest
BULLETPROOF VEST
VERSE 1
Spitting on supremacy
Ripping up the pedigree
Lie in bed with the enemy
Blood stains the memory
Encroaching rights is costing me my very own life
Ten to twenty in the pen, a dime bag I'm in the spotlight
Standing my ground, pop, pop, the shells drop
Privilege distorting my rights to assault, uh)
Clear head shot beams with the laser
You can kill the dreamers but cannot kill the dream chaser
It's time to wake up
PRE-CHORUS
You are depravity
Rots my core like a cavity
Three fifths my anatomy
Keeps me from defying gravity
No collusion, every single part of it is true
Give it all I got 'til my blood turn blue
CHORUS
Bulletproof vest 2x
You better get your
Bulletproof vest 2x
Better get down or get laid to rest
Don't step
Better get
Bulletproof vest 2x
You better get your
Bulletproof vest 2x
You better get your
Bulletproof vest 2x
Better get down or get laid to rest
I won't sweat
Better get
Bulletproof vest 2x
VERSE 2
Resist the remedy
Sideline no empathy
Robust is the entity
In chains for many centuries
Presuming that we're all feeble
Experimental procedures were all legal
White lies don't apply to my people
Fist in the air 'cause I'm done speaking
Rally up the troops and I will lead 'em
Reparation of acres is with the waiver
You can kill the dreamers but cannot kill the dream chaser
It's time to wake up
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Insecure
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy
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Writer(s):
Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Acceptance, Cool, Dark, Depression, Emotional Pain, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Sadness, Smokey, Spacey, Struggle, Tired
Instruments:
808 Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
103
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Insecure
INSECURE
CHORUS
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
VERSE 1
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna feed the display, no
Why can't I feel the same
Ay ay
So I would settle for little
But it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
See I ain't never been mental, but what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
PRE-CHORUS 1
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna be the display, no
Why can't I feel this sane
Ay ay
See I ain't never been mental
But what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
See I won't settle for little
Cuz it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
PRE-CHORUS 2
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS (2X)
1155
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Cory V)
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Writer(s):
Cory John Vienneau (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Bold, Cool, Dark, Depression, Eerie, Emotional, Foggy, Heavy Bass, Intense, Introspective, Loneliness, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Mysterious, Outer Space, Sadness, Sci Fi, Spacey, Struggle, Suicidal, Swagger, Tired
Instruments:
808 Bass, Choir Pads, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
160
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
1155
1155
CHORUS
My mind took my life at 5 until midnight cuz I couldn't sort it out
I'm living the high life, thinking of suicide
In time I'ma sort it out
But I don't wanna say there's nothing
No I don't wanna say there's nothing at all
All I know is I believe in nothing at the end of this life
I ain't nothing yet
VERSE 1
Why do all my thoughts gotta be loud
Still feel like I cannot speak out
I just wanna rest, get sleep now
Finally know how to turn off the sound
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
Know I gotta follow through now
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
I see just what I gotta do
CHORUS
VERSE 2
That ain't what I need, that ain't what I need
I just need a little peace
So who gon' save me from myself
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
Know I gotta follow through now
Ain't no coming back, my mind made
I see just what I gotta do
BRIDGE
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
But I don't wanna say there's nothing
No I don't wanna say there's nothing at all
All I know is I believe in nothing at the end of this life
I ain't nothing yet
CHORUS
OUTRO
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
I'm kicking myself every day for all the things I ain't done yet
My motivation's lost its way, I fade off into the sunset
Leave You On The Floor
Artist(s): Young Medusa
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Taylor Green (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Cash, Cerebral, Confident, Dark, Defiant, Drugs, Eerie, Far Out, Global Warming, Healthy Living, Hypnotic, LGBTQ+, Love, Meditation, Mindfulness, Money, Nature, Organic, Provocative, Raunchy, Savage, Sexual, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Trippy, Weird, Woke
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
113
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Leave You On The Floor
LEAVE YOU ON THE FLOOR (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Yeah yeah yeah you already know though
Its misses solo dolo smoking on that for sho
Windows rolled down in my four door
Your girlfriend is a hoe though
Put the p***y on her no-nose
Smack flip rub it down reverse make it slow mo
She told me I was the one I told her she was loco
Her p***y smell like pollo told her eat it I said no hoe
Drop some cash on her cuz I still ain't getting no no
She think she was my best but I think she was just so-so
You can have her back her frequency too low low
F*****g up the planet blowing gases in the ozone
I got get then they hoe hoe she in love with the coco
She wishing she could see me now she only got the photos
Mouth a*s p***y three for one call her bogo
Assassinate her Lennon sike the wife Yoko Ono
When it come to money its ain't no challenge it's just mo mo
Organic produce section buy it all is the motto
CHORUS
H*e don't play with me keep playing with your pockets
H*e can't stay with me if she don't align them chakras
Aint tryna block my blessings three eyes my binoculars
They enslaved our family just so they could copy us
VERSE 2
Listen listen I got hairs for moons bitch
Winning is my talent getting money is my niche
Angels talking to me fake mad cuz they snitching
I know real genies and they granting all my wishes
All y'all need to stop cooking in the kitchen
Spreading poison ain't going give you what we missing
We all need to watch what we eat, think and listen too
We all need to watch what we speak and give our money too
Thinking you invincible never make it more true
The devil wears the color blue jealousy you play the fool
T*****r finger itching too, late, yeah
But it all starts in your mind
Listen to this rhyme and let the bass beat in your spine utilize your time you're always living in your prime
Your destiny divine to love yourself is not a crime listen listen
I'm now blessing you with a presence of a queen
Everything is energy everything is me
Learn to calm my mind open eye now i see
Life is so special love the birds and the trees
Trapping so important love your worst enemies
Im creeping through your ear
Human now but i'm always spirit
Close your eyes then I appear
Future brighter than the chandelier
I should be queer of the year
She gon play it Imma take it serious
Imma always put my faith before my fear
Im in love with the person in the mirror
Nobody can top me your girl wanna top me
Got healers, angels
In a field full of poppies don't even try to stop me
You're own blessing you be blocking
If you don't love yourself then baby we aint rocking
CHORUS
________________________________________________
LEAVE YOU ON THE FLOOR (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Yeah yeah yeah you already know though
Its misses solo dolo smoking on that for sho
Windows rolled down in my four door
Your girlfriend is a hoe though
Put the pussy on her no-nose
Smack flip rub it down reverse make it slow mo
She told me I was the one I told her she was loco
Her pussy smell like pollo told her eat it I said no hoe
Drop some cash on her cuz I still ain't getting no no
She think she was my best but I think she was just so-so
You can have her back her frequency too low low
Fucking up the planet blowing gases in the ozone
I got get then they hoe hoe she in love with the coco
She wishing she could see me now she only got the photos
Mouth ass pussy three for one call her bogo
Assassinate her Lennon sike the wife Yoko Ono
When it come to money its ain't no challenge it's just mo mo
Organic produce section buy it all is the motto
CHORUS
Hoe don't play with me keep playing with your pockets
Hoe can't stay with me if she don't align them chakras
Aint tryna block my blessings three eyes my binoculars
They enslaved our family just so they could copy us
VERSE 2
Listen listen i got hairs for moons bitch
Winning is my talent getting money is my niche
Angels talking to me fake mad cuz they snitching
I know real genies and they granting all my wishes
All y'all need to stop cooking in the kitchen
Spreading poison ain't going give you what we missing
We all need to watch what we eat, think and listen too
We all need to watch what we speak and give our money too
Thinking you invincible never make it more true
The devil wears the color blue jealousy you play the fool
Trigger finger itching too, late, yeah
But it all starts in your mind
Listen to this rhyme and let the bass beat in your spine
Utilize your time you're always living in your prime
Your destiny divine to love yourself is not a crime listen listen
I'm now blessing you with a presence of a queen
Everything is energy everything is me
Learn to calm my mind open eye now i see
Life is so special love the birds and the trees
Trapping so important love your worst enemies
Im creeping through your ear
Human now but i'm always spirit
Close your eyes then I appear
Future brighter than the chandelier
I should be queer of the year
She gon play it Imma take it serious
Imma always put my faith before my fear
Im in love with the person in the mirror
Nobody can top me your girl wanna top me
Got healers, angels
In a field full of poppies don't even try to stop me
You're own blessing you be blocking
If you don't love yourself then baby we aint rocking
CHORUS
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Writer(s):
Marco Cian (SOCAN) 40% / Pete Momarr Scott (BMI) 20% / Zarnoosh Bilimoria (SOCAN) 40%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Bad Blood
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Attitude, Conflict, Confrontation, Creepy, Crime, Danger, Dark, Drama, Driving, Eerie, Emotional, Fear, Gritty, Hard, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Risk, Spooky, Suspense, Tension
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Music box, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
100
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Moving Fast
Artist(s): Arsonist
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Writer(s):
Christopher Jenkins (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Tension and Suspense
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Reality TV, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
104
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
We Getting Up (Party 'Round The Clock)
Artist(s): Marco Thomas
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Writer(s):
Marco MRC Thomas (GEMA) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Bounce, Crazy, Crowd, Danceable, Excitement, Feel Good, Fun, Hyped Up, Letting Loose, Party Time, Pumped Up, Spring Break, Summer Vacation, Summertime
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Percussion, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
129
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Getting Up (Party 'Round The Clock)
WE GETTING UP (PARTY 'ROUND THE CLOCK)
INTRO
Yeah Boy
We getting up, we getting up, huh
Are you ready? Now tell me are you ready?
yeah
CHORUS (2X)
We getting up, party all around the clock
We we getting up, party all around the clock
We getting up, party all around the clock
Party all around the clock, party all around the clock
VERSE 1 (2X)
Get your booty on the floor, everybody's getting down
Now come on dance the night away, we having some fun,
Now shake Mama shake, shake your booty Mama hey,
Now break Mama break, break the rules Mama hey
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2 (2X)
Now you losing all control, making crazy connections,
We the best in the world there is no question,
Come on bounce baby bounce, show me what you got,
We getting down, getting down, hit me with your best shot.
BRIDGE
Yeah hit me with your best shot,
You having a good time or what?
Aha ha yeah yeah,
now move your ass on the dancefloor yeah
CHORUS (2X)
No Surprise
Artist(s): The Axe Grinders (feat. Terrell Burt)
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Writer(s):
Brendan Holger Nickel (ASCAP) 33% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 33% / Terrell Lamon Burt (BMI) 34%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 67%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Chill, City, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Determination, Focused, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Heavy Guitar, Hyped Up, Motivated, Perseverance, Persistence, Pumped Up, Ready, Smooth, Success, Swagger, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Flute, Piano
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
146
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Surprise
NO SURPRISE
VERSE 1
Ay
(skrt skrt skrt skrt, come on, come on)
Whipping the foreign (foreign)
Making it rain
All day and it's pouring (pouring)
The city is mine (mine)
I run it so hard
I'm winning and soaring (winning and soaring)
Don't throw any shots (oh)
I'm changing the game, steadily morphing
Shooting go off like warnings
If I see an opp
He getting exposed
He getting contorted
PRE-CHORUS
Did some things that I'm not proud of
The streets on lock
That's foul love
A simp
If not you'll see me with the gloves (see me)
I talk reckless
But I back it up
You pop off, it's really bluff
I'm here to change the game because I had enough
CHORUS
When I pull up I'm focused
Haters on edge, they can't even notice
A star like showbiz
I got the juice
A lotta doses
It's the way I win
The way I choose to live my life
I made it when you acted shady
Yeah that's no surprise
When I pull up I'm focused
Haters on edge, they can't even notice
A star like showbiz
I got the juice
A lotta doses
It's the way I shine
Relentless, you can't stop my grind
You can never try to fade me
Yeah that's no surprise
VERSE 2
Pull up in the baddest (skrt)
Hood certified
My name is established (oh yeah)
Was staying real ratchet
Couldn't kick habits
Now I'm living so lavish (so lavish)
Came from the slums
Brought me some pain
It made me so numb
Second to none
Making some moves
Long way from square one
I never run
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I took it all by surprise
I took it all by surprise
No ceilings
Cause my limit is the sky
Haters watch me soar and you can watch me fly
I took it all by surprise (took it, took it, took it, took it)
I took it all by surprise (oh yeah)
No ceilings
Cause my limit is the sky
Haters watch me soar and you can watch me fly
CHORUS
Eating My Money
Artist(s): Marco Thomas
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Writer(s):
Marco MRC Thomas (GEMA) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Badass, Boss, City, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Club, Night Life, Stripper, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Body Percussion, Strings, Synth, Synth Bass, Vocoder
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
135
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eating My Money
Eating My Money (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card is dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that b***s***, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, b**** ain't funny (b**** ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties p*****, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the p***** bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh s***, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a b****, money is a b****
Let's do a gangbang and p**** her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
_________________________________
Eating My Money (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card's dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that bullshit, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, bitch ain't funny (bitch ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties pounds, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the pussies bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh shit, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a bitch, money is a bitch
Let's do a gangbang and pound her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA, CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
Uh Uh
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy (feat. Vixxen)
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Writer(s):
Joelle Renee Golany (BMI) 50% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Boss, Chill, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Empowered, Female Empowerment, Flirty, Flossing, Gun Shots, Guns, Hood, Laid Back, Money, Power, Quarantine, Sexual Overtones, Sexy, Shake, Smoking Weed, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
808 Bass, Electric Guitar, Electronic Drums, Keyboard, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
139
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Uh Uh
UH UH (CLEAN)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That s**t go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that s**t go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm d**n yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that s**t from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that s**t it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That s**t it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna f****n do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
__________________________________________
UH UH (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
VERSE 1
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm damn yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that shit from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that shit it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
CHORUS
VERSE 2
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That shit it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna fuckin do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
CHORUS
Paper Scissors Rock
Artist(s): Young Medusa
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Taylor Green (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Defiant, Drugs, Empowerment, Gangs, Gangsta, Gangster, Hood, LGBTQ+, Mindfulness, Money, Playground, Provocative, Raunchy, Savage, Sexual, Spoiled, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Weird
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
146
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Paper Scissors Rock
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these h**s is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they p***y smell
Like fish, I'm that b***h, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds f****d
Make America not suck
...A f****n again
She tryna f**k again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend m********e
Rocket h*e, her heads in space
With kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
F**k outside beauty, I want it in too
I f**k with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
___________________________________________________
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these hoes is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they pussy smell
Like fish, I'm that bitch, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon be mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds fucked
Make America not suck
...A fuckin 'gain
She tryna fuck again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend masturbate
Rocket hoe, her heads in space
With the kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
Fuck outside beauty, I want it in too
I fuck with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
Weeping Mother
Artist(s): Paul Croteau
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Writer(s):
Paul Henry Croteau (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Trap
Keywords:
Anger, Atmospheric, Blurry, Contemplative, Cool, Criminal, Dark, Disappointment, Distressed, Drama, Eerie, Emotional Pain, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Hurt, Introspective, Mysterious, Quirky, Sad, Serious, Smokey, Streets, Unnerving, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Itching To Snitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
75
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Itching To Snitch
ITCHING TO SNITCH (CLEAN)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a b***h)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (nah, nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this b*tch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only b*****s, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
____________________________________
ITCHING TO SNITCH (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a bitch)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (Hell nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this bitch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only bitches, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Champion
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Tim Paul Hammes (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Badass, Ballin', Boss, Championship, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dark, Energy, Football, Game, Hard Working, Hustle, Hustlin', Hyped Up, Inspiration, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Sports, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Violent, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Champion
CHAMPION
VERSE 1
If you want to be the best
Then you gotta beat the best
No B.S. work hard, leisure less
I'm in a whole other league
They can't even test
Want to step to me
Go head and be my guest
Enough talking
Time to put this beef to rest
It's game on now
You about to be finessed
I don't care who your camp is
What your brand is
By the end of the show
They gonna know
Who the champ is
Every step,every rep, every breath
Every trickle of sweat
It's a ripple effect
only way you can win some respect
Is to keep on winning
And don't let them forget
It's like an overdue debt
I won't accept
No more rain checks
I'm here to collect
Better prep, better come correct
Come at me you better bet
I'm coming for your neck
CHORUS
No sacrifice, no reward
Got to fight to endure
Like a Champion
Not the type to ignore
They don't like me
Cuz boy I'm a Champion
No payment, no payoff
No pain, no playoffs
For a Champion
No discipline, no victory hymn
Yeah I'm gonna win
Cuz I'm a Champion
VERSE 2
It don't matter if it's practice
My passion's the same
To me it's the whole
Other half of the game
I don't half-ass it
Don't skip past it
Ain't no thespian
More like ESPN classic
Pass me the rock
Or pass me the mic
Like a pigskin
Underneath them
Stadium lights
Keep it tight like spiral
Aimed for the kill
My cranium is titanium
So they can't tell
Me that I won't
Cuz I know that I will
And if I do fail
Then I use it to build
Ain't a worse way to lose
Then to give up and choose
To not compete for me
There is no excuse
I'm an all star
Never surrender
I'll starve
Before you see me turn to flee
So don't start
This is what I'm here for
It's gonna be a war
And that means
There's gonna be more
Then some sweat on the floor
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion, champion
Champion, champion
When I'm a champion
Boy I'm a champion, champion
CHORUS
Sparks Fly
Artist(s): Jodi Valentin x CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Jodi Lynn Gerver (BMI) 50% / Marcus Elliot Cohen (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Cute, Danceable, Energy, Excitement, Feel Good, Flirty, Good Time, Happy, In Love, Late Night, Light, Moonlight, Positive, Relationship, Romance, Sexy, Sparks, Sweet, Sweethearts, Teenage, True Love, Upbeat, Youthful
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Hand Claps, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
87
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sparks Fly
SPARKS FLY
VERSE 1
Sparks are flying
Kind of making me feel high and
Intertwining got us finding
Like a knot of love were tying
All in the timing
It's so bright the way you're shining
When I look you in the eyes
It's so blinding yet inviting, come on
VERSE 2
Nothing wrong with some good old-fashioned love
Staying up all night just because
Little black dress and some conversation
Bottle of wine, and some music playing
Right here with you is all I want
PRE-CHORUS
It's like we just met
Getting nervous turning all red
Wondering if it's just in my head
Or if you feel it, feel it too
CHORUS 1
Sparks fly underneath the moonlight
It might be the best night of my life
When the sparks fly
Next to you
CHORUS 2
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
When the sparks fly
VERSE 3
In a taxi making my way home
So much about you I wanna know
PRE-CHORUS
VERSE 4
You know I feel it too
It's real the way I'm feeling you
The two of us are so the truth
Around you I'm just letting loose
It's so natural
No we didn't rush
we did it gradual
And now it feels like what we've done is masterful
VERSE 5
You should teach a class
Everything you do with class
And if we keep this path
There's only one question for me to ask
So do you feel it too?
I think you really do
If we can see it through
The finish line is me and you
VERSE 6
So let the sparks fly
What we got's enough to light the dark sky
When you touch my hand it makes my heart fly
Time running through my mind
Like a highlight
Hands down this might be the best night of my life
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 3
Oh oh oh (Oh)
Oh oh oh (yeah)
Oh oh oh (that's right, when the sparks fly)
CHORUS 3
Sparks fly underneath the moonlight
It might be the best night of my life
When the sparks fly
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
Out My Way
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. NKC)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Boss, Breakup, City, Confident, Cool, Dark, Edgy, Empowered, Heavy Bass, Hood, Late Night, Letting Go, Moving On, Night Club, Passionate, Powerful, Relationship ending, Streets, Strength, Swagga, Swagger, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Out My Way
OUT MY WAY (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Bet you didn't know
I could beat you at your own game
Now you know
Now you know
Bet you didn't know
I was out for kill
But I kept you close
And they all know
PRE-CHORUS
I'm not the type you can f*** with, baby
I'm the kind to leave you heartless, maybe
You learned your lesson cause
I play for keeps, move with ease
And if you think I'm missing you
Baby please...
CHORUS
Get out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Out my way
Get out my way
You always want it your way
(You can have your way)
You always want it your way
(I'mma go my way)
VERSE 2
Sleeping in your arms
Had me in your palm
But yeah I know
Yeah I know
Sipping white wine
Blissful baby & I
Got too close
Now I know
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I hope I haunt you
I hope the memory of me and us exhausts you
Boy just get your dirty laundry now and get out
You want your way so show yourself the way down and out
Right now
CHORUS
__________________________
OUT MY WAY (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Bet you didn't know
I could beat you at your own game
Now you know
Now you know
Bet you didn't know
I was out for kill
But I kept you close
And they all know
PRE-CHORUS
I'm not the type you can fuck with, baby
I'm the kind to leave you heartless, maybe
You learned your lesson cause
I play for keeps, move with ease
And if you think I'm missing you
Baby please...
CHORUS
Get out my way
Out my way (6X)
Get out my way
You always want it your way
(You can have your way)
You always want it your way
(I'mma go my way)
VERSE 2
Sleeping in your arms
Had me in your palm
But yeah I know
Yeah I know
Sipping white wine
Blissful baby and I
Got too close
Now I know
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I hope I haunt you
I hope the memory of me and us exhausts you
Boy just get your dirty laundry now and get out
You want your way so show yourself the way down and out
Right now
CHORUS
Monday
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak & M.C
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Writer(s):
Marvin David Williamson (ASCAP) 90% / Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 10%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Admiration, Christian, Crying, Death, Deep, Depression, Down, Dying, Emotional Pain, Faith, Family Appreciation, Heartbroken, Hopelessness, Hurt, Inspiration, Loss, Love, Memorial, Memories, Motivation, Pride, Reminiscent, Sad Event, Sickness, Tragedy, Tribute, Truth
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
125
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Monday
MONDAY
VERSE 1
Now I'm sittin' here, thinking 'bout all the time that's passed,
Thinking 'bout all the moments we had...
Like it was yesterday...
Yo this wound still deep
Like that cut came yesterday
I hold grudges
And yes I hold pain
Heavy on my heart
Like these gold chains
The love is strong
So the pain is strong
Man these days is long
I'm in a daze
Day after day
They say it's a phase
That can't be the case
Can't shake it away
Or fake it away
How you doing?
I'm lying, saying ok
But I don't wanna move on
Ok with staying this way
Hmm
How can I smile?
When you not around
My mornings aint good
Cuz you not around
A, you my motivation
Wanted you to be proud
Wanted to hear it
But it's stored in my memory now
You will never fade in my heart so this pain will never ease up
I'll never let go of that bond that's between us
I needed one more conversation between us
Now I'm cursing and crying, questioning Jesus
CHORUS (2X)
Man I ain't never felt no pain like this before
Man I ain't never felt no pain like this before
Everyday feels like a Monday, even Sunday
Never thought today be some day or even one day
(Man I ain't never felt no pain like this before)
Man I ain't never felt no pain like this before
VERSE 2
Treatments, deferments
Recycle that process
With weekly Discernment
Week after week
Til you're weak from the journey
I would never see you on E
You would be so determined
Damn,
And I would be so discouraged
Even seeing your strength
I admit I was nervous
Doctors said
They could see its returning
You would just speak on the word
That they preach in them sermons
And then I went from low faith to no faith
Watching her go from ok to no weight
Ma you can't go
No wait, no way
Man this world can be a cold place
(Cold place, cold place)
CHORUS (2X)
I Won't
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. Kris)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Hip Hop, Alternative Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Breakup, Cheating, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Dreamy, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Empowered, Floating, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Leaving the Past, Letting Go, Lies, Moving Forward, Moving On, Night Club, Overcoming Struggle, Relationship Problems, Relationship ending, Smokey, Spacey, Streets, Strength, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Won't
I WON'T
CHORUS
You hate the way I'm alright
Said I'm ok, I won't fight you
(No more, no more)
Or waste time to
(Open the door)
VERSE 1
At the midnight hour,
To come welcome your showers of
"I'm sorry" and "I miss you"
"Wasn't my intention to hurt you"
But you did now baby
So go ahead and call me crazy
But I'm over, second chances
Yeah I'm over dancing this dance with you
PRE - CHORUS
It's not fun anymore
Pull me round on the floor
Always step on my toes
And heaven only knows
Why I put up with it for so long
Why do you love me now that I'm gone
Beg at my knees for another shot
Think that I'm gonna give in, I'm not ya
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Said, I won't move
For you to do it again
My head in a constant spin
From believing the words that come out of your mouth
And realizing after you let me down
You meant none of it
You only wanted it
To seem like you knew the steps
But I'm always one to pick up the mess
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'll open the door
I'm over, I'm gone
Won't see me in the morn
Said I'm ok, I'm done
Said I'm ok, I'm done
CHORUS (2X)
My Youth
Artist(s): Brit Fox
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggresive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Danger, Dark, Depression, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Fire, Gloomy, Looking Back, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Misery, Numb, Reckless, Swagger, Twisted
Instruments:
Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
129
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Youth
MY YOUTH (CLEAN)
INTRO
love to get it now but I save the best for never
Imagination wild sometimes it blends together
I love to get it now but I hate being a liar
Blood drips from my mouth and I start to perspire
That's why they yell fire
It's an emergency don't get no better than me
I'm the one mama warned ya about
I'll live forever just to burn this b***h down
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Ooo you're too good for me
I like to live in my misery
Live in my truth
Dare to die in my youth
Dare to die in my youth
Dare to die in my youth
I'm like..
VERSE 1
Please don't I won't be killed with kindness
Don't and won't need to smile to wear a crown, I'm your highness
Know who, what, where I need do not come for me
I'm in Unison they like who this b***h
Sitting in my bed thinking in they head
A bad girl I like the chase I got mine
I like see them crash n burn down the line
all the time when you grind it gets boring
watching the world turn without a hailstorm
Don't follow your rules when I rule
My reign is different hell born, fighting for infinite
Not captive by affection now I don't give a s**t
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
Ooo It's my purest sin
And I can't begin to tell you never has no end
I want to feel alive
Think about the other side and
Dare to
Dare to
Dare to die in my youth
VERSE 2
Best do what I please or become my enemy
Rest all your energy in me just get on your knees and see
I'm the only queen you need
everybody envy til the enemy approaching
Silent, deadly don't know where I'm going
Crown feels heavy only for the delicate
Sharp tongue I say what I want and I get
Blade goes deep, I'm deliberate
No limit to my madness when I kill it
Amber to ashes I'm the real lit
Yell fire I'm the realest like ooo
CHORUS 1
BRIDGE
Yell fire burn baby down
I didn't want to hurt em
But I tried to warn them
They like fire burn this b***h down
I didn't want to hurt em
I tried to warn them
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
TAG
die in my youth
dare to die in my youth
dare to die in my youth
I'm like ooo
dare to die in my youth
dare to die in my youth
dare to die in my...
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MY YOUTH (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
love to get it now but I save the best for never
Imagination wild sometimes it blends together
I love to get it now but I hate being a liar
Blood drips from my mouth and I start to perspire
That's why they yell fire
It's an emergency don't get no better than me
I'm the one mama warned ya about
I'll live forever just to burn this bitch down
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Ooo you're too good for me
I like to live in my misery
Live in my truth
Dare to die in my youth
Dare to die in my youth
Dare to die in my youth
I'm like..
VERSE 1
Please don't I won't be killed with kindness
Don't and won't need to smile to wear a crown, I'm your highness
Know who, what, where I need do not come for me
I'm in Unison they like who this bitch
Sitting in my bed thinking in they head
A bad girl I like the chase I got mine
I like see them crash n burn down the line
all the time when you grind it gets boring
watching the world turn without a hailstorm
Don't follow your rules when I rule
My reign is different hell born, fighting for infinite
Not captive by affection now I don't give a shit
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
Ooo It's my purest sin
And I can't begin to tell you never has no end
I want to feel alive
Think about the other side and
Dare to
Dare to
Dare to die in my youth
VERSE 2
Best do what I please or become my enemy
Rest all your energy in me just get on your knees and see
I'm the only queen you need
everybody envy til the enemy approaching
Silent, deadly don't know where I'm going
Crown feels heavy only for the delicate
Sharp tongue I say what I want and I get
Blade goes deep, I'm deliberate
No limit to my madness when I kill it
Amber to ashes I'm the real lit
Yell fire I'm the realest like ooo
CHORUS 1
BRIDGE
Yell fire burn baby down
I didn't want to hurt em
But I tried to warn them
They like fire burn this bitch down
I didn't want to hurt em
I tried to warn them
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
TAG
die in my youth
dare to die in my youth
dare to die in my youth
I'm like ooo
dare to die in my youth
dare to die in my youth
dare to die in my...
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