50 Cent Says “The 50th Law” Series Will Be Biggest Show On Netflix, DaBaby Wants Role

50 Cent is widely known for his gripping Television shows, and now he’s set to take over Netflix with his The 50th Law Series to be written and produced by acclaimed Kenya Barris.

The rapper who co-wrote the book as an autobiographical account inspired by another book by Robert Greene – The 48 Laws of Power. The 50th Law speaks to his humble beginnings and accounts of him hustling before making it big in the rap industry, and as we can imagine from the snippets of 50 Cent’s life, it will be action-packed and something to look forward to.

The Netflix series was announced by 50 Cent on his Instagram and says he’s teaming up with Barris and Hale Rothstein, who are both known for the hit series Black-ish, Grown-ish and #BlackAF. According to 50, Barris and Rothstein will write a pilot script and will also be executive producers with 50 via his G-Unit Films and Television. Production House Lionsgate TV is making the show through 50 Cent’s Starz Deal.

Fifty is optimistic that the show will be a hit on Netflix. “Netflix now you know this is a problem. Kenya Barris is no joke and me and you ain’t cool, you ain’t gonna make it. Let’s work! BOOM. This one is going to be #1 on Ntflix, BOOM. The 50th Law I GOT THE BEST WRITERS, @Kenyabarris know we are not playing no games.”

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Meanwhile, it seems that DaBaby wants to be part of the series. On Fifty’s announcement post, he commented, “still studying,” which led to hundreds of fans calling for him to be part of the series.

The latest announcement by 50 comes amidst his ongoing busy schedule as the series Power Book II: Ghost was recently renewed for a second season and is presently filming while Power Book III: Raising Kanan is being filmed as well as Power Book IV: Force is also being filmed, all being pegged for release in 2021.

He also has two shows he’s working on, Starz that includes Black Mafia Family and A Moment In Time: Massacre, that centers around his legendary beef with The Game. And if that sounds like a lot, he’s also co-producing a comedy series on ABC family – Family Affairs which features Mary J Blige in the lead role. Over on CBS All Access he has Twenty-Four Seven starring rapper T.I while another series he co-produced For Life is being aired on ABC currently.

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Sia – Tsunami Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
ABC by the Jackson, baby
Swear I’m beginin’, in your music plans
You got up to dance
The way you move, got me lookin’ at my shoes
Forever etched in my heart
Where will you go if you should fall in love
If you should fall in love
Please say my name if you fall in love
See, I was hopin’ you would fall in love
’Cause I’m fallin in the ether with you

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, do you feel the same?
Tell me, do you feel this way? (Is your heart on flames?)
Tell me, is your heart on flames?
Tell me, do you feel this way?

[Chorus]
‘Cause when we’re over the sea, a tsunami, a tsunami
‘Cause we’re over the sea when you look at me, when you look at me
No way that we can’t believe
‘Cause see, I can barely breathe
Oh, I can’t get enough of you
Oh, baby, tsunami

[Verse 2]
Run-D.M.C. and Whitney and [?]
That’s where it all began
And where hits would clash
You got up to dance
The way you move got me lookin’ at my shoes
Forever etched in my heart
What will I do if I can’t get enough, if I can’t get enough?
Please say my name if you need me, whoa
See how I open up, I will be enough
‘Cause baby, you are the [?] to me

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, do you feel the same?
Tell me, do you feel this way? (Is your heart on flames?)
Tell me, is your heart on flames?
Tell me, do you feel this way?

[Chorus]
‘Cause when we’re over the sea, a tsunami, a tsunami
‘Cause we’re over the sea when you look at me, when you look at me
No way that we can’t believe
‘Cause see, I can barely breathe
But I can’t get enough of you
Oh, baby, tsunami

[Instrumental Break]

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, do you feel the same?
Tell me, do you feel this way? (Is your heart on flames?)
Tell me, is your heart on flames?
Tell me, do you feel this way?

[Chorus]
‘Cause when we’re over the sea, a tsunami, a tsunami
‘Cause we’re over the sea when you look at me, when you look at me
No way that we can’t believe
‘Cause see, I can barely breathe
But I can’t get enough of you
Oh, baby, tsunami
Oh, I can’t get enough of you
Oh, baby
Tsunami

Sybyr – Prep Wrath Lyrics

[Intro]
(Alright, put the money in the bag!)
f**k all these niggas man, what the f**k they even on anymore?
Nigga, they ain’t f**kin’—, f**k all you rap niggas
I don’t care, bruh, time to get money
f**k it, yuh, time to get— awh shit!

[Verse 1]
Uh, broke as a joke, better get back into it
I do it for brothers, I do it for family
Angrily rapping on hella new beats
I’m a beast on the beat, you not touching my meat (f**k)
Spendin’ on bills, I’ma shoot at the hill
I am sick of you f**ks, I am sick of you rappin’
I am sick from you bastards
You is annoying as pastors, talk about raptures, uh
f**k with me heavily, they will see nothing but energy crawling right outta me
Talking anatomy, autopsy, for you muffled-ass niggas, yup
Boss you around ’cause you bitchy and twitchy
And sticky like Mickey and Disney, uh
ABC, .223, .222
Follow you home and abusing night freedom like you would do

[Chorus]
ABC (Ooh), .223 (f**k)
.222 (Yuh), follow you (Yuh)
Power-up (Yuh), sober food (Bitch)
Superman (f**k), killing you
ABC (Yeah), .223 (Yeah)
.222 (Yeah), follow you (Ming)
Power-up (Ming), sober food (Ming)
Superman (Ming), killing you
ABC, .223 (f**k)
.222 (f**k), follow you
Power-up, sober food
Superman, killing you
ABC (ABC), .223 (.223)
.222 (.222), follow you (Follow you)
Power-up (Power-up), sober food (Sober food)
Superman (Superman), killing you

[Bridge]
Yuh, yuh (f**k), I’m back
(Goddamn George you got a lot of work to do before you finish)
What’s up? All y’all miss me? What’s up? Uh, yuh

[Verse 2]
Only puttin’ hours in
Soaking all the messes in a bag, think I’m going for a swim (Swim)
Tick-tock, no watch, no time
Logging in right now, seeing if the bag here, money (Money)
Suite Life, Zack and Cody (Cody)
Nigga, that’s a daydream, wake up, better go cake up (Cake up)
Spend a bunch of bills before the makeup (Makeup)
Making up nothing for it, double up, quad it out, here for it
Make a show for it, set it up, right now (Now)
Got to do it first before they help you anyhow (How)
Anti-Worldwide shit right now (Now)
Can’t focus? Might hit that loud (Loud)
I might spaz on the whole crowd (Crowd)
Crush that stage and flip that out (Out)
This that shit I was talking about (Yuh)
They couldn’t hear me, I’m yelling it out

[Chorus]
ABC (Ooh), .223 (f**k)
.222 (Yuh), follow you (Yuh)
Power-up (Yuh), sober food (Bitch)
Superman (f**k), killing you
ABC (Yeah), .223 (Yeah)
.222 (Yeah), follow you (Ming)
Power-up (Ming), sober food (Ming)
Superman (Ming), killing you
ABC, .223 (f**k)
.222 (f**k), follow you
Power-up, sober food
Superman, killing you
ABC (ABC), .223 (.223)
.222 (.222), follow you (Follow you)
Power-up (Power-up), sober food (Sober food)
Superman (Superman), killing you

Tetes Raides – Educ Mon Luc Lyrics

ABCDEFG
HIJKLMN
OPQRSTU
VWXY
Z heureusement y en a plus
Car moi j’pourrais plus monter
Allez, allez !
ABC

Mettez-vous en rang par deux
Et montez les escaliers
Celui que j’entends parler
Je lui arrache les yeux
Maintenant écoutez moi
Celui qui me contredit
Je lui coupe le zizi
Et je lui casse les doigts
ABC

Mets pas tes coudes sur la table
A quoi ça t’sert de fumer
Tu f’rais mieux de travailler
Y a encore du boulot dans les étables
Ecoutez donc c’qu’on vous dit
N’allez pas traîner le soir
Fais pas ci fais pas ça
Mais ça on t’l’a d’jà dit
ABC

Laissez-moi lui faire comprendre
Que dans la vie faut pas voler
Faut pas s’droguer ni picoler
Sinon tu vas en prendre
Et si tu veux t’en sortir
Dans cette putain d’société
Qui ne fait que prospérer
Tu devras bien te conduire
ABC

Accusés levez-vous
Votre crime impardonnable
Vous n’êtes vraiment pas raisonnables
On va s’occuper de vous
(Tous les suppôts de satan)
(Ces déchets qu’on jette au trou)
(Qu’on enferme chez les fous)
(On les brûle ou on les pend)
ABC

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

Dimie Cat – Pasta E Basta Lyrics

Intro

Baby we’re in it
Baby up to the hilt
Good girl getting sick
You’ll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta

Verse 1

I’ve tried everything from the Z to the ABC
I’ve tried everything to change your ‘holy’ recipe
“Mama doesn’t cook them like that
You spoiled it all, way too much salt.”
They’re just untouchable your Pasta e Basta

I’ve tried to add things, to make them look ‘original’
I’ve tried to replace by Shirataki noodles
Damn myself to get anything new
Find romance on the menu
They’re just untouchable your Pasta e Basta

Chorus

Baby we’re in it (seafood)
Baby up to the hilt (sushi)
Good girl getting sick (octopus)
You’ll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta

Baby we’re in it (chicken)
Baby up to the hilt (burger)
Good girl getting sick (French fries)
You’ll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta

Verse 2

I’ve tried to devil them, make them taste more erotic
Read books of botanic to make them more ecstatic
Clearly not worth the trouble
The effect? Has doubled
They’re just untouchable your Pasta e Basta

I’ve tried to tie you in front of a plate of rice
I’ve tried to think strategic, started a ‘SEX STRIKE!’
You got me turning neurotic
Kind of depressed, psychotic
They’re just untouchable your Pasta e Basta

Chorus

Baby we’re in it
Baby up to the hilt
Good girl getting sick
You’ll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta

Baby we’re in it (whoopee)
Baby up to the hilt (porridge)
Good girl getting sick (butterscotch)
You’ll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta

I’ve tried everything from the Z to the ABC
I’ve tried everything to change your ‘holy’ recipe
You got me turning neurotic
Kind of depressed, psychotic
You’ll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta

Immanuel Casto – Rosico Lyrics (feat. Tying Tiffany)

Il sogno di ogni povero
È diventar borghese
E diventare un grande
Nel piccolo paese
Se qualcuno sta bene
Lo vedo e sto male
Gli faccio la visura
Visura catastale

Voglio di più
Di più per me
Tutti su tutto
Ma ognuno per sé
Voglio di più
Di più per me
Liberté, egalité
Jet privé

Rosico
Tu parti per Ibiza
E io rosico
Ti guardo andare a Forte
Sono un povero
Lo yacht a Montecarlo
È così iconico
Rosico

Rosico
Vorrei farmi passare per ironico
Con quel sarcasmo un po’ aristocratico
Allungo i miei complessi, è supersonico
Rosico

Dura lex sed rolex
Dura lex sed rolex

Mi mancan gli strumenti
Sociali e culturali
Mi manca l’ABC
Mi mancan due WC
Non ho nessun amico
Che abbia un suo jet
Son sempre più nel fango
E tu sulla moquette

Io parto per le Hawaii
Poi Dubai e tu che fai?
Sul jet con la Marzotto
E tu te ne vai al Bar Botto
Ho portato un po’ di money
Sull’isola del Caimano
Il mio commercialista
Ha detto che mi dà una mano

Io sono a Sharm el Sheik
Che mi bevo un mojito
Invece tu ad Ostia
In canotta e infradito
One, two, three, four
Selfie su dancefloor
Keep calm and rosichi
Io riparto in limousine

Voglio di più
Di più per me
Tutti su tutto
Ma ognuno per sé
Voglio di più
Di più per me
Liberté, egalité
Jet privé

Rosico
Tu parti per Ibiza
E io rosico
Ti guardo andare a Forte
Sono un povero
Lo yacht a Montecarlo
È così iconico
Rosico

Rosico
Vorrei farmi passare per ironico
Con quel sarcasmo un po’ aristocratico
Allungo i miei complessi, è supersonico
Rosico

Dura lex sed rolex
Dura lex sed rolex
Dura lex sed rolex
Dura lex sed rolex

Dreamville – 1993 Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Buddy]
Ayy
These motherfuckers, man, yo
(Elite, Elite, Elite)
Check it
Yo, check it out, ayy

[Interlude: Buddy]
Since 1993 I’ve been smoking weed, ask about me
Niggas know not to, oh, wait, niggas know not to, oh, fuck, ayy

[Chorus: Smino]
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up

[Verse 1: Smino]
Uh, I’m drunk at a party, ain’t put down my cup
The fuck is my water? I pick this shit up
Then drank all the water and threw this shit up
It’s ash in my cup, I’m mad as a muh’, huh
I push pack like USPS, you is a bitch

[Interlude: Buddy]
Ayy, yo, yo, shut the fuck, ayy
Don’t even rap, nigga, you
Ayy, hold on
Hold the fuck up, nigga

[Verse 2: Cozz]
Tell me why you wanna come get high tonight
I only got one reason, I’m top dog tonight
I let the broads borrow my room and I got caught tonight
Drunken partying, slobbering, ‘nother sloppy night
Always fight with my mama, but look, on my leave night
I’ll call her, when I’m a baller, I promise that I’ma score you
Until then, I’ma ignore you, it’s nothing personal (Sorry)
I’m just tryna fuck a couple girls and go
Can’t do that while I’m on the phone
I’m not a mother’s boy, I’m a motherfucker

[Interlude: Buddy]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hold on, hold on, nigga
Can I smoke? Can I smoke? Can I smoke, nigga?
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus: Smino]
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
Yeah
Sittin’ sideways, side steppin’ side bitches
Side eyes, light skin, need stitches, mind your business
You’re slurring, my baby, you’re surfing, no turfing
My girl drippin’, dirty whispers in my ear
I don’t mumble
ABC your way up out the convo
Lookin’ for sluts, oh?
Oh, I know a couple

[Interlude: Buddy]
Bro, bro, bro, bro
Ayy, bro, bro, bro, bro
Ayy, nigga, come on, like
Nigga, stop rapping, start passing
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Like can I? My nigga

[Chorus: Smino]
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up (Bro, bro)
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
Roll up

[Verse 4: JID]
Look, okay the weed so strong it got me stressed
The stress so strong it got me weak
I’m so on, it threw me off (Yeah)
I’m throwed off, yes indeed
I threw up after my threesome
On my threads, had to leave the crime scene like criminals do
She wanna come to my crib and give me a genital smooch
Typical, typical, get the piccolo, skididdle, skedaddle
I sling peen like a lasso
That mean king save the queen from the castle
I grab the saddle
Prisoner to prescription, it’s changed, jackal, Jack Daniels
Shawty tryna tell me

[Interlude: Buddy]
Motherfucker, ayy, didn’t I say? Nigga, ayy
We can’t rap, nigga, we smoking weed
Stop rappin’, nigga, this is not a rap session
We gettin’ high

[Verse 5: J. Cole]
If I smoke a blunt right now
I’ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down
Around my ankles
Still no stranger to the blunt smoke, gun smoke
You niggas don’t want smoke
No guts like that Swisher we just smoked
We cutthroat, niggas…

[Outro: Buddy]
Hold, hold on, hold on
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, wait
Shh, shh, shh
Wait, wait, wait, okay
Watson, Watson, stop
‘Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
He think he smoke now
Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin’
That’s the end of the song, nigga
This the end of the session, we goin’ home
I just called my Lyft
I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean
Let me try one more time

Aminé – REEL IT IN Lyrics

[Intro]
Right now!

[Chorus]
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) (hey!)

[Verse 1]
Trippin’
Rollie got the tick tock missin’
Bitch pimpin’ (ayy)
Broke niggas got me livin’ (wow)
You Jordan or Pippen (true)
I’m Kobe I’m never gon’ dish it
Or miss it
I’m business as fuck and I ain’t got the time to just kick it

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (woo)
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in (ayy)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN

[Verse 2]
Jesus Christ! (Hallelujah!)
I buy that shit before I even know the price (hey!)
This 13k up on my finger, bitch you right (true)
Them diamonds dancin’, yeah that boy be lookin’ nice (ayy)
I guess that’s what you call that motherfucking ice
I got a thotiana, put her in designer
She Italiana, she a sorta kinda
She Björk cute
So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake
Gimme OPB for my ODB
These APC, do your ABC’s
I’m a young dread-head with anxiety
And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin’ me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (ayy)
I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo)
She got some ass, bring it in (ooh)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend (true)
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)

Nasty C – SMA Lyrics

[Hook: Nasty C & Rowlene]
How did I?
End up falling for you
I find myself calling for you
Into the dark I followed you but
I should’ve knew this ain’t the type of shit I’d go through
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away

[Bridge: Nasty C & Rowlene]
I feel you, I feel you
I feel you, I feel you ABC
You take me up and down and I follow you like ABC
You act like you ain’t it but you were never here with me
I wish it could be
Wish it could be like ABC

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
She ask me
Junior do you like it when I cry? (Huh)
Do you consider my feelings when you lie (Huh)
You put me second to some bitch on the side (What)
You just gon’ let a ride or die die inside (Damn)
You forget I was with you before the racks came
Before these skanks came
Before the plaques came
Before you started getting money and your raps changed
I was with you when you was still thinking about changing your rap name, nigga!
Say something now
Are you choking?
Baby I’m sorry
Are you joking?
So much for convincing me to be open
I don’t know why I bother with you
When you’ve clearly chosen, this music over me
It owns all your emotions
And you really have to give it your undivided devotions
But somehow my heart feels safer when you hold it
Like you not the one who broke it

[Hook: Rowlene]
End up falling for you
I find myself calling for you
Into the dark I followed you but
I should’ve knew this ain’t the type of shit I’d go through
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away

[Verse 2: Nasty C]
Yeah
Look I’m in Jo’burg working
And you know I need money
Instead of telling me you hurting
Focus more on your studies
I’m not ignoring you trust me
I’m always busy with something
You call too late or too early
I couldn’t talk I was grumpy
You couldn’t talk you was grumpy?
We supposed to be-
Junior you told a hoe you don’t love me
She posted about it you dummy
All I ever did was love you
I don’t deserve to be punished
I cut off all my friends for you
What more do you want from me
You cheated too
That was too long ago
One of my dudes
We made it long ago
That makes it cool?
I said I’m sorry though
What the fuck y’all doing all along (huh)
‘Guess I’ve always been a dummy
Bitch I dare you to lie to me to say you told him you love me
And you know what
I should’ve known you were hiding something
You laughed at everything he said
That nigga wasn’t even funny
You made me feel so insecure and weak as fuck
But I’m not sending you away
So you going to have to run for me
‘Cause I still love you

[Hook: Rowlene]
End up falling for you
I find myself calling for you
Into the dark I followed you but
I should’ve knew this ain’t the type of shit I’d go through
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away

[Bridge: Nasty C & Rowlene]
I feel you, I feel you
I feel you, I feel you ABC
You take me up and down and I follow you like ABC
You act like you ain’t it but you were never here with me
I wish it could be
Wish it could be like ABC

Melanie Martinez – Alphabet Boy lyrics

[Verse 1]
Always aiming paper airplanes at me when you’re around
You build me up like building blocks just so you can bring me down
You can crush my candy cane but you’ll never catch me cry
If you dangle that diploma and I dead you, don’t be surprised

[Pre-Chorus]
I know my ABC’s, yet you keep teaching me
I say fuck your degree, alphabet boy
You think you’re smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC’s, alphabet boy

[Chorus]
I’m not a little kid now
Watch me get big now
Spell my name on a fridge now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee now
But are you smarter than me now?
You’re the prince of the playground
Little alphabet boy

[Verse 2]
Apples aren’t always appropriate apologies
Butterscotch and bubblegum drops are bittersweet to me
You call me a child while you keep counting all your coins
But you’re not my daddy and I’m not your dolly
And your dictionary’s destroyed

[Pre-Chorus]
I know my ABC’s, yet you keep teaching me
I say fuck your degree, alphabet boy
You think you’re smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC’s, alphabet boy

[Chorus]
I’m not a little kid now
Watch me get big now
Spell my name on a fridge now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee now
But are you smarter than me now?
You’re the prince of the playground
Little alphabet boy

[Bridge]
Alphabet boy
Oh, alphabet boy
Alphabet boy
Alphabet boy
My alphabet boy
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

[Chorus]
I’m not a little kid now
Watch me get big now
Spell my name on a fridge now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee now
But are you smarter than me now?
You’re the prince of the playground
Little alphabet boy

[Outro]
Alphabet boy
Oh, yeah
Alphabet boy
Alphabet boy, oh yeah
Alphabet boy

Tierra Whack – Cable Guy lyrics

[Chorus]
It goes like;
ABC (all boys cry)
MTV (men touch vigina’s)
BET (bitches eat tacos)
You wanna be seen with me
ABC (all boys cry)
MTV (men touch vigina’s)
BET
Showtime

[Verse]
Wish he had a remote just to control me
We was supposed to be friends, he was my homie
He was there when I was lonely, hungry
Now he seems phony
A really fucking show off
Cold shoulder wipe the snow off
Can’t believe I cut my bro off, but I had to cut my bro off

[Chorus]
It goes like;
ABC
MTV
BET
You wanna be seen with me

Cardi B – Everything lyrics

[Intro]
You know, people underestimated me
And making me feel like I’m never gonna amount to shit because I used to be a stripper
It feels like I’m getting whipped in the back, with words
But you know what?
They don’t see the bigger picture
I had to feed myself, I had to feed my family
But you know what?
Just here me out

[Verse 1]
Lord forgive me for my sins
Forgive me for the crazy shit I wish I never did
I’m simply just a young hood girl tryna win
I just want it all, and I gon’ pretend
Like I ain’t never had to suck a dick to pay my rent
I’m tryna get my family out the hood and new cribs
I wanna finish paying my mothers new whip
I do it for a cause, so understand the kid
I want my little girl to go to school in Fort Lee
Schools in the hood, got him crazy, man he three
And it’s fucked that it ain’t how it’s supposed to be
He should be counting 123’s and ABC’s
And momma used to beat my ass like every week
That’s because she can’t have nothing but love for me
I wanna spoil her so much, oh lord please
That’s my everything
My everything, my family

[Hook]
You know what?
Even when I was stripping, like bitches was worried ’bout the wrong things
Oh they want red bottoms, they want the biggest cars
Like I’m worried ’bout my father stop cab driving
Before he turn sixty, and my mom stop being a cashier before she fifty like
That’s why I’m working so hard out here
That’s why I go so hard
Not for me, but for them though
You feel me?

[Verse 2]
Note to self, for my sister Hennessy
Try and go to school, finish up and get degrees
Don’t be fucking trick niggas, just so you can eat
That’s the shit I did and it really makes me weak
I would close my eyes, dying for it to be over
The thought of a stranger inside, I just can’t be sober
Dirty ass breath, breathing all over my shoulders
Ain’t no bitch gon’ tell you that, just respect the soldier
And I wanna tell my dad, you don’t gotta cab
Drive for two whole weeks just to make a stack
You don’t gotta drive no more, I’m gon’ change all that
I put that on my everything, I’m gon’ pray for that

[Outro]
You know when I was a little girl I used to tell my mom
“Hey mom, when I grow up, I’m gonna buy you a house, I’m gonna buy you a car”
Until I turned eighteen, it’s like damn, I can’t even get me my own apartment
So, it’s just like, now that I’m in this position I’m gonna
I’m gonna take full advantage of it
Like oh my gosh, I can’t wait till I get to surprise my mom
Like, “Hey, I didn’t went to college, but look, look at me mom, look at me now, look, look mom, look, look at your house, This is your house! Not mines, but yours, and I bough it for you!”

NF – No Name

[Verse]
Look, people ask me what the future is
All I know is I’ll be doin’ this
All I know is things are moving quick
That’s convenient for me ’cause that’s how I live
Now they see me out here movin’ up
You don’t like me, that makes two of us
Time change, yeah, I can’t adjust
Yo, it’s who you are not who you was, oh my
Yeah, just went to Europe, they said the single is working
I think I’m learning, I am way more than what people might think when they look on the surface
What is my purpose? Yeah
That is a question that I have been asking myself and it hurts
‘Cause it’s prolly something I should already know but I don’t know it yet, I’m tryna grow as a person, woo!
I’m sick of people tellin’ people I’m here ’cause of marketing dollars, oh
You think that everything is gonna blow just ’cause you market it harder? No
I got my hands in everything, now they out here tryna get to me
Stop tryna lecture me
You don’t compare to my level of thinking, so why do you think you compare to my energy, huh?
Small circle, but the number’s growin’
Fame called me, I’m like, "How you doin’?"
Hung up on him, I ain’t ready for it
I’ll get back to that when I make album four
Less talking, I’ve been workin’ more
Better me is what I’m workin’ towards
Y’all judgin’, but we not in court, no, we not in court, oh Lord!
Last couple years, let’s recap
I make a livin’ off of writin’ out my regrets
I’m doin’ me, I don’t care where the scene’s at
Try to give me feedback, I don’t really need that
I used to walk on stage in a V-neck
I used to wear a lil’ tie with a black vest
I came a long way, why you lookin’ upset?
I’m tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you ain’t hear it yet, woo!
Look, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, please
Flow’s switchin’, I got ADD
Brain scatters when you play the beat
It don’t matter what you say to me
I’ll be doin’ this at 83
I’ve been doin’ this since ABC’s
In the major leagues doin’ major things, don’t play with me, woo!
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
Wake up every morning thinkin’ I’ma have a bad day
Drive my own car, I don’t like the valet
Parked, then I go into my mind with an AK
Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates
Losin’ it all, but I think that I’m okay
Who is involved? I don’t know, but I’m insane
Poof! And I’m gone, wanna call me a no name, what!?
I’m prolly not what you thought
I’m prolly not what you thought
I used to judge everybody that wasn’t like me ’til I learned it was wrong
Girl told me I should get it together and get out the dark
I’m tryna give her my heart
That’s when I sit in my car, writin’ for hours until I can barely talk
I mean, where do I start?
Feels like I’m fallin’ apart
Act like my image is hard
I always put up my guard
Even when talkin’ to God
Sit in my room and I plot
Everything that I’m not
Comes out in the music I jot
I give it all that I got
I give it all that I got!
I’m tryna think out the box, no!
Yeah, I got people standing outside a bus screaming my name
I don’t come out and take pictures, they tell me I changed
I don’t smile in VIPs, you get mad like, "You know what I paid?"
Guess I don’t know what to say
Guess I don’t know what to say
I leave it all on the stage
I leave it all on the stage

Duran Duran – Too Much Information (Album Version)

[Chorus]
Destroyed by MTV
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen
To sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Verse 1]
Hey TV child look into my eyes
Here by intervention I want your attention
Promotion boy in a suit and tie
He wants you to use it
You’re too shot to loose it
It’s pumping down the cable
Like never seen before
A cola (condom) manufacturer is sponsoring the war
Here comes the news with love from me to you

[Chorus]
Destroyed by ABC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen
To sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Verse 2]
Turn on the tube
Hits you with the groove
Advertizing music
We want you to choose it
These teeth are white trainers ultra bright
This band is perfect just don’t scratch the surface
We covered all the angles
The survey people said
Just put us on the cover we’ll be smiling anyway
This video was made with love to you

[Chorus]
Destroyed by BBC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen to
Sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Chorus]
Destroyed by MTV
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen to
Sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Chorus]
Dialate your mind [x3]
Got to give it to me
Got to listen to me
Got to give in to me
Now I’m on the
I try……

Sam Hunt – Drinkin’ Too Much (Lyric Video)

Oh, I drink and take a sip of it
Feelin’ like a hypocrite
Go for more and I don’t give a shit
I never used to talk, I never used to talk like this

I’m sorry I named the album ‘Montevallo’
And I’m sorry people know your name now
And strangers hit you up on social media
I’m sorry you can’t listen to the radio
And drive out to the place we used to get peaches down in Pelham
I know you want your privacy
And you’ve got nothing to say to me
But I wish you’d let me pay off your student loans
To these songs you gave to me
‘Member the first time you stayed with me?
Overpacked, and drove up, and went to the CMA’s with me
Two years later, it felt like you were a million miles away from me
And I was the one on stage, drunk
Barely holdin’ on, on ABC
Hope your dad still prays for me

Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

A year ago I was in a hotel room in Pheonix
Wonderin’ if it’s ever OK to lie
Cause I knew the truth would make you wanna die
But I told you everything, and you told me to have a good life
But you still couldn’t believe it was really goodbye
Every night you’d fill the bathtub up
Lie there for hours, put your face under water, and cry
I never wanted to be a heartbreaker
Turn your sisters and friends into matchmakers
I know you think my dreams came true
Since you been gone
Singin’ these songs are just something to do
Every dream I ever had was you
Hope you know I’m still in love
It’s the kind you can’t fall out of

Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

I know this might seem like a contradiction
The last thing you need is more unwanted attention
But you changed your number, and moved
And this is the only way I could reach you
So wherever you are, turn it up and listen

Hannah Lee, I’m on my way to you
Nobody can love you like I do
I don’t know what I’m gonna say to you
But I know there ain’t no way, I know there ain’t no way
No there ain’t no way we’re through

SAM HUNT – Drinkin’ Too Much lyrics

Oh, I drink and take a sip of it
Feelin’ like a hypocrite
Go for more and I don’t give a shit
I never used to talk, I never used to talk like this

I’m sorry I named the album ‘Montevallo’
And I’m sorry people know your name now
And strangers hit you up on social media
I’m sorry you can’t listen to the radio
And drive out to the place we used to get peaches down in Pelham
I know you want your privacy
And you’ve got nothing to say to me
But I wish you’d let me pay off your student loans
To these songs you gave to me
‘Member the first time you stayed with me?
Overpacked, and drove up, and went to the CMA’s with me
Two years later, it felt like you were a million miles away from me
And I was the one on stage, drunk
Barely holdin’ on, on ABC
Hope your dad still prays for me

Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

A year ago I was in a hotel room in Pheonix
Wonderin’ if it’s ever OK to lie
Cause I knew the truth would make you wanna die
But I told you everything, and you told me to have a good life
But you still couldn’t believe it was really goodbye
Every night you’d fill the bathtub up
Lie there for hours, put your face under water, and cry
I never wanted to be a heartbreaker
Turn your sisters and friends into matchmakers
I know you think my dreams came true
Since you been gone
Singin’ these songs are just something to do
Every dream I ever had was you
Hope you know I’m still in love
It’s the kind you can’t fall out of

Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

I know this might seem like a contradiction
The last thing you need is more unwanted attention
But you changed your number, and moved
And this is the only way I could reach you
So wherever you are, turn it up and listen

Hannah Lee, I’m on my way to you
Nobody can love you like I do
I don’t know what I’m gonna say to you
But I know there ain’t no way, I know there ain’t no way
No there ain’t no way we’re through

Sam Hunt – Drinkin’ Too Much lyrics

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Oh, I drink and take a sip of it
Feelin’ like a hypocrite
Go for more and I don’t give a shit
I never used to talk, I never used to talk like this

I’m sorry I named the album ‘Montevallo’
And I’m sorry people know your name now
And strangers hit you up on social media
I’m sorry you can’t listen to the radio
And drive out to the place we used to get peaches down in Pelham
I know you want your privacy
And you’ve got nothing to say to me
But I wish you’d let me pay off your student loans
To these songs you gave to me
‘Member the first time you stayed with me?
Overpacked, and drove up, and went to the CMA’s with me
Two years later, it felt like you were a million miles away from me
And I was the one on stage, drunk
Barely holdin’ on, on ABC
Hope your dad still prays for me

Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

A year ago I was in a hotel room in Pheonix
Wonderin’ if it’s ever OK to lie
Cause I knew the truth would make you wanna die
But I told you everything, and you told me to have a good life
But you still couldn’t believe it was really goodbye
Every night you’d fill the bathtub up
Lie there for hours, put your face under water, and cry
I never wanted to be a heartbreaker
Turn your sisters and friends into matchmakers
I know you think my dreams came true
Since you been gone
Singin’ these songs are just something to do
Every dream I ever had was you
Hope you know I’m still in love
It’s the kind you can’t fall out of

Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

I know this might seem like a contradiction
The last thing you need is more unwanted attention
But you changed your number, and moved
And this is the only way I could reach you
So wherever you are, turn it up and listen

Hannah Lee, I’m on my way to you
Nobody can love you like I do
I don’t know what I’m gonna say to you
But I know there ain’t no way, I know there ain’t no way
No there ain’t no way we’re through

Sam Hunt – Drinkin’ Too Much (New Song)

[Intro]
Oh, I drink and take a sip of it
Feelin’ like a hypocrite
Go for more and I don’t give a shit
I never used to talk, I never used to talk like this

[Verse 1]
I’m sorry I named the album ‘Montevallo’
And I’m sorry people know your name now
And strangers hit you up on social media
I’m sorry you can’t listen to the radio
And drive out to the place we used to get peaches down in Pelham
I know you want your privacy
And you’ve got nothing to say to me
But I wish you’d let me pay off your student loans
To these songs you gave to me
‘Member the first time you stayed with me?
Overpacked, and drove up, and went to the CMA’s with me
Two years later, it felt like you were a million miles away from me
And I was the one on stage, drunk
Barely holdin’ on, on ABC
Hope your dad still prays for me

[Chorus]
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

[Verse 2]
A year ago I was in a hotel room in Pheonix
Wonderin’ if it’s ever OK to lie
Cause I knew the truth would make you wanna die
But i told you everything, and you told me to have a good life
But you still couldn’t believe it was really goodbye
Every night you’d fill the bathtub up
Lie there for hours, put your face under water, and cry
I never wanted to be a heartbreaker
Turn your sisters and friends into matchmakers
I know you think my dreams came true
Since you been gone
Singin’ these songs are just something to do
Every dream I ever had was you
Hope you know I’m still in love
It’s the kind you can’t fall out of

[Chorus]
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around
Drinkin’ too much, drinkin’ too much
Since you been gone, I can’t get gone enough
I’m on top of the world, I’m going down
I’m gonna drink it all ’til you’re not around

[Verse 2]
I know this might seem like a contradiction
The last thing you need is more unwanted attention
But you changed your number, and moved
And this is the only way I could reach you
So wherever you are, turn it up and listen

[Outro]
Hannah Lee, I’m on my way to you
Nobody can love you like I do
I don’t know what I’m gonna say to you
But i know there ain’t no way, I know there ain’t no way
No there ain’t no way we’re through

George Michael – Round Here (Patience Album)

My daddy got here on the gravy train
I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game
They went walking and she took his name
Round here

There was dancing in the afternoons those days
Waiting tables, chasing girls with the money he made
It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same

Frightened little girl, she makes a break
Into the arms of, something better
Round here

I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park
Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark
Waiting patiently to make my mark
Round here

And I remember my first day at school
And I remember trouble, and thinking I was so cool
I remember it all, like yesterday

Don’t you

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "You can do better"
Round here

So come with me, let me show you where I’ve lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to The Beat
Even though I think I’ve seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth

When all that I wanted, was to be someone.

Two little Hitlers in an old church hall
Some cheesy covers and those neighbors that banged on the walls
Andy says it’s time to show them all
Round here

Please sir, we two have other plans
Please sir you would not understand,
What’s going on
Is magical, can’t you see
That some of us do more than dream

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "Keep on keeping, on and on…."
Around here

So come with me, let me show you where I’ve lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, ABC
Even though I think I’ve seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth

My birth,
In this town,
Yes I guess I got to be someone

To be somebody
In the Beautiful city

This place I call home
These streets of London
It’s everything I know (everything and everybody)
On the streets of London
I want to thank you

My daddy got here on the gravy train.

Daya – Talk lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABC’s with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)
[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)

[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth

No, you don’t know what
What your talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

Daya – Talk

[Verse 1]
I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABC’s with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)
[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth

No, you don’t know what
What your talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about