English Songs

Eraser, you don’t have to run for your lifeCome Don’t walk, don’t quit(You got) Sunburns (And you got) chapped lipsLet’s dance (Come on), don’t trip(It’s our) Last chance, (What if) this is it? Don’t move(What have you got yourself into?)What are you gonna do?(What have you got yourself into?) Eraser, you don’t have to run […]

Don’t say that, don’t be sadI didn’t think someone could be so bad (I mean it)Don’t say that, don’t be sadI didn’t think people could be this bad I see the moon in the violet skyAnd it looks so pretty, I just might cryI sit alone in the candlelightBecause I didn’t get the job for

OkayYou want the song of the summerBut all of my thoughts are a bummerAnd I’m getting older and dumber Take me upstairsIn your pocketPut me up thereIn your locketWear me aroundTake me with you whenever you’re out Don’t, don’tDon’t hang upDon’t quitDon’t leave me aloneStill here, still fucked upStill miss you when I’m alone Don’t

Sosa, man, what the fuck is going on with you, bro?We been waiting on this Almighty So 2 for a minute now, manYou say you gon’ drop it, then you don’t drop itThen you say you gon’ drop it again, then you don’ drop itWhat the fuck is going on with you, bro?Yo’ lil’ ugly

BroWhat up?Where are you?‘Fuck you at?You sound ’bout it as fuckI’m ’bout to go home, I’m tryna, tryna go to you, can I?I ain’t even at the house right nowSo when are you gonna be at your house?I don’t know, in a minuteOkay, I’m just going to go home, I guess I just want the

Drifting awayDrifting awayDrifting awayDrifting awayDrifting away (God damn, nigga, taxin’ like ya Uncle Sam, nigga)Drifting awayDrifting away (God damn, nigga, taxin’ like ya Uncle Sam, nigga)Away Big rubber bands, I’ll be poppin’In a car lot, get the biggest truck, I’m weighing my optionsBaby said I treat her like a option (Huh?)Bitch, you ain’t a TV,

I just remember one night after your dad and I had, had separate places and I was, we were living with CynthiaI had gotten really sick, and you and Mary are- were with meAnd your dad um went out and got medicine for me, and some food for you kidsAnd I- he took care of

Growing up, you ran the streetsLearned young the cold street codeIt was hard times, nickels and dimesThen you hit that motherloadNow you got the biggest piece of the actionBut you still can’t find peace of mindI was with the street runners, we were street runnin’That bitch a, watch your damn backI was with the street

(On foenem)I just made a million last weekStone brought his merch on Chief(4NEM Radio, home of the Glory Gang)It’s not a leaseOn the rims, trick or treatIt’s not a treatBitch, I’m tryna sleepBitch, I’m tryna sleep (Sos’ baby) I ain’t got cheese? I just made a million last weekChief my lingo and now my Stone

(Foenem Radio, on BD)(Sosa on the—) Mic check (One, two, three)For Wopo, fire the jets, I bought (One, two, three)I got thirty, but I’ma give his ass (One, two, three)I don’t get one pound of gas, I get (One, two, three)Baby say her body count ain’t ten, it’s (One, two, three)She was suckin’ before I