English Songs

Love me partly, leave me tonightSay, “Don’t fall in pieces,” I mightJust for the fun of itLet my mind just roll with it tonight Since the stone ageI’ve been stoned inLivin’ lonely, on my ownThen she came alongMade me believeMade me believe, I wouldn’t leave herI’m finished wastin’ my timeI’m livin’ blurred like those lines […]

I see your mother’s shine in your eyeI know that you’re mine and I’m cryin’Tellin’ you the things that are on my mindWhen I think of you Yeah, I’m grateful for youLove it when the rain comes downLove it when the waves calm downYeah, I’m grateful for you These days I live to my depictionNowadays

Just took a drag, oh, ain’t it a drag?When you feel like history’s pullin’ you backYeah, I’ve been runnin’ bare feet in a fieldYeah, a dream gon’ bad‘Cause it feels like history’s pullin’ me back I stayed at the ball and had a good time‘Cause I had some bullshit up on my mindRoll with the

Steve ZidaneBro, he got the fuckin’ sauce, boyYeahAyyAyy, ayy I just put this lil’ (Whew) bad bitch (Whew) in time-out (Whew)I press a button, send them killers (Ah, ah, ah) to ya hideout (Ayy)I ain’t just rappin’; you gon’ fuck around and find outCatch a nigga lackin’ with his bitch tryna dine out (What?)Yeah, my

Flexin’ on that bitch, hol’ up All of sudden, they wanna win wit us (Bitch)But ain’t spin with us (Bitch)Ain’t load them Glockie or choppas or them FNs with us (Yeah)My niggas been killin’ (Yeah)Dunk got like ten with emFuck all that squashin’ and talkin’, we tryna end niggasMight throw yo shit back (Yeah)I’m off

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)We do got grease now (It’s a Wayne beat)That nigga Wayne’ll get on y’all producers’ ass, niggaAll kind of different bagsBitch, shake that assBitch, shake that assI got an old pint of glass Hi-Tech, don’t— alright Bitch, shake that assI got an old pint of Hi-Tech, don’t break that glassNigga,

(Marc Boomin, this you?)MhmMarc Boomin, I’m still fuckin’ with you, my baby(Boomin need extras) I should be with IUR ’cause I’m a dr—, alrightI just drunk a box of, I just, you know we be havin’ to warm upI just drunk a pint, could be with IUR ’cause I’m a Drank GodThis rap shit changed

You niggas better count your fingers if I shake your handIf I be a countin’ chilly, I’m a shake you downI got the cake by poundsShh, don’t make a soundIf I could wiggle up on the block, release and rake them downMan, these fakes is foulI never mistake a smileI recognize a snake smirkJust an