Surfaces & Tai Verdes – Sheesh! Lyrics

[Intro: Surfaces]
You know what I’m sayin’?
(Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)

[Chorus: Surfaces]
I be like sheesh (Sheesh)
Sunset on the beach (Beach)
Make me wanna pull up on Miami with the heat (Heat)
I don’t know ’bout you (You)
But I know ’bout me (Me)
Summertime in Florida, catch me slidin’ on the keys (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Surfaces]
Oh, something’s happened inside of me
Excellence, yeah, it’s gotta me
Hot and cold, it’s dichotomy
Rock with me, we some prodigies
La-di, da-di, we party
They hear us out in the lobby
We tried to tell ’em to join us
And if they don’t thеy’ll be sorry
No time to be out hеre hatin’
It’s history in the makin’
I’m lovin’ all of the opps
Despite everything that they sayin’
My mama proud, yeah, she oughta be
Elton John keep on callin’ me
But even if he didn’t, she still think we hit the lottery (Hi, it’s Elton John)
[Pre-Chorus: Surfaces]
Don’t need diamonds to be cold, oh, oh
I’m so shiny, I’m like gold, oh, oh
You just gotta let it show, oh, oh
Run it back and let’s reload

[Chorus: Surfaces]
Yeah, I be like sheesh (Sheesh)
Sunset on the beach (Beach)
Make me wanna pull up on Miami with the heat (Heat)
I don’t know ’bout you (You)
But I know ’bout me (Me)
Summertime in Florida, catch me slidin’ on the keys

[Verse 2: Tai Verdes]
Yeah, uh, I’m slidin’
My looks could kill, they violent
Look at me, look at me
I’m the captain and pilot (Pilot)
I’m on an island, private (Private)
Don’t ask me what the vibe is (Vibe is)
I can’t define it, can’t even put that stuff down in writing (Writing, woo!)
Yeah, sun shinin’, 24/7, clouds floatin’
Wait, is this Heaven?
Didn’t even die to get here, yeah
Lookin’ from the top, it’s so clear, yeah
Everything I need is right here, yeah
Everything I need is right here, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Tai Verdes]
Don’t need diamonds to be cold, oh, oh (Diamonds)
I’m so shiny, I’m like gold, oh, oh (Gold)
You just gotta let it show, oh, oh
Run it back and let’s reload (Uh, yeah, let’s reload, hey)

[Chorus: Surfaces & Tai Verdes]
I be like sheesh (Sheesh)
Sunset on the beach (Beach)
Make me wanna pull up on Miami with the heat (Heat)
I don’t know ’bout you (You)
But I know ’bout me (Me)
Summertime in Florida, catch me slidin’ on the keys
I be like sheesh (Sheesh)
Sunset on the beach (On the beach)
Make me wanna pull up on Miami with the heat (With the heat)
I don’t know ’bout you (Uh)
But I know ’bout me (Know ’bout me)
Summertime in Florida, catch me slidin’ on the keys (On the keys)

Leah Nobel – The Ones That Make It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We're on our backs in the cool grass
Outside the airpark
Watch the planes take off and land
And you kiss the freckle on the back of my hand
You're a white shirt, I'm a short skirt
Sometime in August
Elton John in a neighbor's yard
Drinking whiskey out of old jam jars

[Chorus]
In a snapshot, a freeze-frame, a moment
See it, I feel it, I know it
If me and you aren't the ones that break it
Me and you will be the ones that make it
Me and you will be the ones that make it

[Verse 2]
I'm a mistake and an earthquake
You're stable and even
I try to get a rise out of you
But you're always steady like a stone statue

[Chorus]
In a snapshot, a freeze-frame, a moment
See it, I feel it, I know it
If me and you aren't the ones that break it
Me and you will be the ones that make it

Me and you will be the ones that make it
In a snapshot, a freeze-frame, a moment
See it, I feel it, I know it
If me and you aren't the ones that break it
Me and you will be the ones that make it (The ones that make it)
Me and you will be the ones that make it
[Verse 3]
In the nighttime at the right time
Deep in the city
We're fighting like we sometimes do (I'm sorry)
And I can't stop it though I'm trying to
And you tell me, you tell me, you tell me
I know that life is messy and I know you're trying to test me, but
I promise that I will never leave you
Promise that I will never leave you

[Chorus]
In a snapshot, a freeze-frame, a moment
See it, I feel it, I know it
If me and you aren't the ones that break it
Me and you will be the ones that make it
Me and you will be the ones that make it

Logic – Yuck Lyrics

[Intro]
My name is Paul Rothenberg, attorney of law
And I hereby ratify and confirm that Logic is motherfucking paid

[Chorus]
Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
Always on time ’cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
If you weren’t with me, in the beginning, you get no love
My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe

[Verse]
Hold bring it back, uh, I’ma call you back, uh
Too busy countin’ stacks, uh, pickin’ up the slack (slack!)
I was born in the trap (trap!), chains on, cooked crack
Logic never wanna flex, but Bobby finna bring the facts
Put my city on the map, fuck with the gang get attacked
It ain’t a thing, RattPack, nobody know about that
Bitch, I been gunnin’, comin’ for the throne and I know that they talking, can’t fuck with the tone
Talkin’ shit ’bout Logic, I never respond
I’ll let success talk, ’cause a word of advice:
More achievements for yourself and less talk
Cats beef with Logic, yeah, they prayin’ I respond
If I ever did I dead you in this game with no respawn
Peace, Love, and Positivity that’s all I want with you
But you push the issue ’cause I give you more press than your publicist could ever get you
Hell nah, fuck rap, fuck beef, anyone that hate me, I wish you success
I wish you look in the mirror and ask yourself why you surpressed
If feelings of self-hatred that you wan’ project on me
Bet if I never picked up the mic then we might be homies
But you jealous, you look at my life and you feel envy
Constantly comparing yourself to me and feel empty
Most people that don’t fuck with me ain’t ever shook my hand
I’m a good man, yeah, I love myself
I know who I am, yeah, I love myself
They don’t understand, but no matter what happen you know that–

[Chorus]
Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
Always on time ’cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
If you weren’t with me in the beginning you get no love
My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe

[Outro]
Hi! It’s uh–Logic, hi, sorry. It’s Elton John calling you, um. I hope you don’t mind me getting you on your mobile–or not getting on your mobile, but I was just, uh–congratulating you first of all on your performance at the Grammys and then I was asking you–I was gonna ask you if you’d like to do something for me, and I will ring you back later and see–and talk about it, thanks!

Elton John & George Michael – Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me (Live)

I can’t light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I’m growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

It’s much too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when i met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although i search myself, it’s always someone else i see
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Ladies and gentlemen Mr. Elton John
I can’t find
Oh, the right romantic line
But see me once and see the way feel
Don’t discard me baby don’t
Just because you think i mean you harm
Just because you think i mean you harm, oh
But these cuts i have, cuts i have
They need love
They need love, they need love to help them heal

Oh, don’t let the sun go down on me
Although i search myself, it’s always someone else i see
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
Cause’ losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although i search myself, it’s always someone else i that see, yeah
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free baby, oh
Cause’ losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Tech N9ne – Sriracha (feat. Logic Joyner Lucas) letras

[Intro]
(Jesus)
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like, Iron Mike, back in the day
My rhyming’s iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with the family shackles
Laboring a man he’s gaffled
I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on your rich lawn
I was brought up Muslim and Christian
I been studying Chrislam (chea!)
That’s not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
Till I spit one to her lip balm (chea!)
I’ve been rhyming since Reagan in politics
Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit
To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists
Cause a lot of chicks holler “Mr. Chopper you’re hot as shit”

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, I guess I’m supposed to come with that fast flow
Woo! I guess I’m supposed to come with that gas flow
But no, I’ma just spit it, I’ma get it good
Wish you would tell me what I should do
I don’t know, hit the door
Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before
Maybe I have but I can’t fuck with it
Hit ’em with a semiautomatic, watch ’em duck with it
Speaking on lyrical ability
Everyone in my vicinity blowing they mind like Kennedy
I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy
I’m like what’s good, been fine
Tell me what’s on your mind, rewind this shit
My message is beyond this shit
I put that on everything, I’m just being honest, shit
So what’s up, hold up
Tech I’m sorry for the hold up but I been on the road
Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago
When I put that on everything, I ain’t had a minute to myself
But I been living like I ain’t finna see tomorrow
I’m ain’t focused on no wealth
I been living good, I been feeling fine
Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine
Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist’s mind
That’s been confined in four walls for some time

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Sriracha, the flavor popper
We gotcha, even haters jock us
These choppers invade the knockers then blocker
Disintegrating every chakra eager to off ya
You can bet that we doin’ it proper
When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us!

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas]
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us, nobody gon’ top us
We leave ’em with no option, leave ’em with no conscience
Leave ’em with no oxygen, leave ’em with no problem
And even though I could see what they watchin’
TV with a DVD, I can repeat
When I see these street shockin’
Easy if it need be then I just eat beats
And I’m Easy-E, Compton
I eat meat like I’m EBT shopping
Credit Card Max, bend the bars back
Fuck your hoe, get brain and all that
Run in your house and bring your whore back
Sever your face and dead the doormat
Who got the keys to the rented Corvette
Can’t catch me, I’m the man in all black
I been a nice chap since Catman on crack
Fuck that, I been nice way before that
Can’t ignore that, you can try though
But you gon’ end up next to God though
I’m that pen that wrote the Bible
I’m on your skin like vitiligo
Sing for the moment, I hit the high note
Someone please let Elton John know
Tell the lieutenant I’m Hect Camacho
With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal
Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the back
With a umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track
None of y’all niggas can act so y’all niggas are packed
Come and get it again, fuckin’ a bitch in the whip
Give me your moment to fall, I’m gonna fit in the car
I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl
I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard
Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Joyner

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
They say I’m the best at what I do
After me it’s 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin’
So I tell them all to put that on somethin’
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything
Sriracha, I put that on everything