English Songs

Every second countsI don’t wanna talk to you anymore, andAll these little gamesYou can call me by the name I gave you yesterday, yeahEvery minute countsI don’t wanna watch TV anymore, yeahCan you figure me out?Just doin’ this to waste more time on the couch Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right timeI […]

​bbno$, who the fuck do you think you are?Bitch, I’m him (Him, him, him, him, him, him) I-T B-O-Y, B-B-N-O-dollar signThat’s me, that’s right (That’s me, that’s right)That’s me, that’s right (That’s me)I-M H-I-M, the Gen Z EminemThat’s me, that’s right (That’s me, that’s right)That’s me, that’s right (That’s me) That’s me, damn rightBaby went

(Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh)Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh-oh(Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh)(Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh-oh)(Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh)(Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh-oh)My, oh myDon’t know how long it’s beenMy, oh my I can’t seem to turn the pageThis haze around my face makes me feel all aloneI know you see me standin’ stillBut when our fingers touch, I feel my way back home Pardon

Not sure when it started, peelin’ from his bonesPiece it back together all aloneHope it held together long enough for heTo pitch the greener grasses and hope that she would agreeFresh off a binger in the woodsFlesh covered in bitesTesting what is real, what is goodMan, it’s been a long night It’s a tribute to

Welcome to the new way of livin’It’s just the beginning of lavish Welcome to the new way of livin’It’s just the beginning of lavishFrom the floor to the ceilingWelcome to the style you haven’t seen in a whileIt’s lavish You try your best to look like this is not your first timeYou’re fightin’ for the

Walk the layout, routines in the nightSome doors have “Stay out” spray-painted in whiteWhile all the world’s asleep, I walk around insteadThrough the memories, down the halls of my headWalk the layout, routines in the nightSome doors have “Stay out” spray-painted in whiteWhile all the world’s asleep, I walk around insteadThrough the memories, down the

Reachin’ out on my way homeYou can be so cold, I’ll try againYou make me sad and second-guess myselfYou can be so cold Reachin’ out on my way homeYou can be so cold, I’ll try againYou make me sad and second-guess myselfYou can be so cold, Midwest Indigo Running late so I didn’t have the

People wan’ know why I ain’t runnin’ from nothin’‘Cause my momma wit’ the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin’, niggaI used to try to thug it wit’ my big brothers, they used to tell me “Goddamn nigga, nah, hell nah, nigga, take yo’ ass in the house, nigga, fuck you doin’, nigga?”They’ll let my

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEvery time I think of you The DJ hit me right there (Right there)Said he loved me right there (Right there)Shouted “Shake it” (Shake it)I ninety-nine percent can’t move my waistlineCome sit with me, right there (Right there)Maybe kiss me, right there (Right

I’m not in the mood ’cause my flight delayedSo I jumped on a private jet and I’m askin’ the pilot the ETALambo’ parked on the landin’ strip, everyone in my gang and my DJ paidWhy’s my man talkin’ ’bout Insha’Allah? These times, he don’t even prayWhy’s my man wearing a Jesus piece?How does she squeeze