Juice WRLD – Die To Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, OZ, you a big dog now, you get to bark

[Chorus]
I got what you need baby
I can take the pain away for one night
I know you got needs baby
But all you really need is a good high
Bad drugs from a good guy
Codeine sipping suicide
So I got what you need baby
You can die to me baby

[Verse]
Mixing up the drugs
That go with this one, codeine my piss, uh
Mix it with the Adderall, help me wake up
Got me running on the walls, throwing paper
Drugs got me finna fall, can’t stand up
I done been through it all, life’s dangerous
Lately I ain’t a Cali God, damn
From a blunt to the face, smoke it then I replace it
Popping pills in Cali, God damn
Get the percs from the doc ’cause he think my back aching
Feels amazing, can’t think straight
Drugs got me spacing
Brains on the pavement

[Chorus]
I got what you need baby
I can take the pain away for one night
I know you got needs baby
But all you really need is a good high
Bad drugs from a good guy
Codeine sipping suicide
So I got what you need baby
You can die to me baby

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
I got what you need baby
I can take the pain away for one night
I know you got needs baby
But all you really need is a good high
Bad drugs from a good guy
Codeine sipping suicide
So I got what you need baby
You can die to me baby

​iann dior – Good Day Lyrics

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[Intro]
I’m out of my mind, I’m out of my mind
And I can’t take it, I can’t take it

[Pre-Chorus]
Who are you to tell me who to be?
I be walking on the moon, off the shrooms and the lean
Got a grip on the world, I’m okay with who I am
I feel free, watch me soar, I love counting up the ends

[Chorus]
It’s gon’ be a good day
I’ma have a good day ’cause I had a long night
Rolling with my niggas and they never switching sides
Smoke a OZ, man, I love to get high

[Verse]
Yeah
New whip, too quick for them fuck niggas (Fuck niggas)
Can’t vibe with you, I don’t even fuck with you (Nah, nah)
Like a bad dream, felt like I was stuck with you
But now I’m up and she wanna fall in love, how?
How I feel? Man, I’m feeling great, yeah
Roll a Backwood, take it to the face, huh
Remember I was down, but I won the race, yeah
I left my hometown, pull up in a Wraith

[Bridge]
I left out of town, pull up in a Wraith
Talk to my accountant, hundred in the bank, yeah (Yeah)
So it’s fuck what you think
I’m on my way, I love counting blue faces

[Pre-Chorus]
Who are you to tell me who to be?
I be walking on the moon, off the shrooms and the lean
Got a grip on the world, I’m okay with who I am
I feel free, watch me soar, I love counting up the ends

[Chorus]
It’s gon’ be a good day
I’ma have a good day ’cause I had a long night
Rolling with my niggas and they never switching sides
Smoke a OZ, man, I love to get high
It’s gon’, it’s gon’ be a good day
I’ma have a good day ’cause I had a long night
Rolling with my niggas and they never switching sides
Smoke a OZ, man, I love to get high

Yung Bleu – Flavors Lyrics (feat. OG$dre)

[Intro: Yung Bleu]
Flavors, colors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Hey, hey hey hey hey
Drip drip drip drip

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
Colors on colors, that’s flavors, I got different color neighbors
Bitches, they want you to save ’em, I wake ’em up in the AM
Stripper hoes off in Follies, bitches gone off the molly
Head spinnin’ like a trolley, top speed, Ricky Bobby
Switchin’ lanes in the Mazda, ayy
I got ’em f**kin’ on camera, I got a whole lot of stamina
Thirty-one days on my calendar
And bitch every day gon’ be counted for
Whole lot of different colors
Balmains with the buckles
Beat her down, never cuddle
I’m in designer, you notice me
Burberry coat, you ain’t cold as me
I’ma die with this Gucci all over me
Homicide, put the chopper up on your street
So many flavors, I got that ice on me like Flava Flava, yeah yeah
I gotta bring some bread to the table, I got your bitch legs on the table
So many flavors, colors on colors on colors, that’s flavors

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

[Verse 2: Yung Bleu]
I’m sippin’ yellow with green in it
I’m on the track, put my spleen in it
f**k on your bitch, I’ma lean in
The Rari pull up to the scene with it
I was a youngster, I took from the OG’s
I took a zip and I went bought an OZ
You rockin’ jewelry, it’s fake on the low key
Pussy lil nigga, i know you the police
Red on my shoes and I’m walkin’ on water
They see the sauce and them bitches get slaughtered
I know these lil niggas jockin’, I saw you
Lean by the case like a lawyer
Switchin’ my flows and switchin’ my hoes
Switchin’ the clip and I cock and reload
I need a five piece for a show
They on my dick, a young nigga blowed
You pussy nigga, playin’ with your nose
Real nigga, I’ll never fold, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Now I’m wakin’ up my neighbors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

[Verse 3: OG Dre]
Stupid bitches tryna f**k and get next to me
Droppin’ this flavor, they might steal the recipe
Young nigga with an old soul
f**k on your main bitch and send her home
Big red rubies on me, Suge Knight
f**k us in an Uber baby, good night
Drop my top on a good night
Big bank take a nigga lil bank, uh
I’m tryna break the lil bitch spine
We in the bank like a dollar sign
We got them sticks like Al-Qaeda
You say you a real nigga, but you lyin’
f**k up a check on my jeweler
I mixed the Act with the Hi-Tech, I’m screwed up
Lean belly like I’m Buddha
Swervin’ the coupe, gettin’ head from a cougar
I’m in this big body, she like to sit by me
Workin’ the wrist like me, you lucky you found me
Panoramic, you get blind by all these diamonds
Niggas get mad when that Audi don’t cosign
I’m from the dirty, you know that I’m dirty
You know my cup dirty and this killer dirty
Mississippi, but my bitch she Asian
Black and white diamonds, they segregated

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

Wiz Khalifa – Taste Freestyle Lyrics

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[Verse]
Fuck them corny niggas, best believe we get it poppin’
I just gotta talk, I’m clumsy so I’ll probably drop it
Go figure, gettin’ money so they try to stop it
I pull out a knot that’s thicker than your father’s wallet
Always had to work, all my nigga from the projects
Ballin’, no alert, nope, we don’t do no gossip
Too much for my shit, bro, I don’t do no moshpits
She with me, she gettin’ flipped like a fuckin’ socket
Doobie in my shirt, ‘nother OZ in my pants
Ice on my hands, melt it, help you water plants
Yours never dance, eyes like I’m from Japan
In my Benz, gettin’ fried like I come from France
Money too wide for a rubber band
Runnin’ in, tryna cure the hate that they sufferin’
From underneath the sun, tryn’ catch a tan
Tour all summer, now I’m home hittin’ [?] again
Gettin’ fresh, hundred mil, nuttin’ less
Give me brain, pass the test
Smell the strain, they impressed
Ma, rest, told me “Change my address”
Always aim for the neck, if you miss, hit the chest
I’m well known for showin’ them shit they didn’t know
But if you Snapchatting or Instagramming, you gotta go
There ain’t no one else like me that’s in the game
Lightening in my chain, I’m icy as hockey games
Need a real one that don’t like me ’cause of the fame
Hold my team down like a fight before the bell ring
Ain’t no refund when you cop, so what you payin’?
Ain’t no details for the cops so what you sayin’?
You went from food to starvation ’cause y’all hatin’
See what I got? That’s all patience and God’s amazing
See what I came out of dawg? That should be motivation
Now all I think about’s broad chasing and car racing
Money so long, my arm shaking, the foreign banking
I’m off the shore, flow so hot, I could spar with Satan
I open doors with my voice so [?] my face is
Rollie mixed race, got a big face
Gotta get cake, brought a big plate
Prada windbreak, thought I went late
Now that Benz skate, down the interstate
How’d I get great? Not a mistake

Gunplay – Cocaine Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Uh
Cocaine got me out jail, cocaine paid my bail
Cocaine don’t be buying bitches shit, no purse, no weave, no nails
Cocaine put me on my feet but got my momma losing sleep
Cocaine put me on my feet but got my momma losing sleep
Play that fork like a sport, all my Pyrexes nort
I whip on that white bitch, like she stole and got caught
A buck fifty a gram, tie and triple up, champ
Cracker keep on complaining and still copped it and scram
Y’all know me, turn 3.5 to 9 OZ’s
9 whole keys get yo safe token, combo seized
When I whooped that life sentence, thought they let El Chapo free
I read that statement, I said “Oh hell no not my co-d”
Cocaine in my fingernail, cocaine all in my nostril
Cocaine make me hostile, now go get me my Mossberg
Cocaine got my image tainted, but that Chevy painted
Trap, low dip out, fuck em, left em waiting

[Hook 1]
Cocaine got me out jail, cocaine paid my bail
Just the other day I lost a brick of cocaine in the mail
Cocaine put me on my feet but got my momma losing sleep
Cocaine put me on my feet but got my momma losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
They hit the door up with a warrant, but I was on a tour
(Now my momma), losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
They showed up at the crib, but that’s just how we live

[Verse 2]
Yayo buy me fillet mignon, yayo got my payroll looking up, A1
Yayo on my tongue and imma say what I want (fuck the police)
Yayo with me on the run right next to the drum
Yayo know some creole speaking niggas with guns
Yayo get you wheels with ones with trunks in the front
Yayo everywhere (all in my crib)
Yayo everywhere (in my car)
Oh hell yea (oh hell nah)
I’m that one behind that steering wheel
Yayo come with silencers and islands and all kinda shit
Same yayo had him pointing on some “Yea that’s him your honor” shit
Yayo got him bodied, but I got a Maserati
Yayo paid the shooter, move smooth (ladi dadi)

[Hook 2]
Cocaine got me out jail, cocaine paid my bail
Cocaine don’t be buying bitches shit, no purse, no weave, no nails
Cocaine put me on my feet but got my momma losing sleep
Cocaine put me on my feet but got my momma losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
They hit the door up with a warrant, but I was on a tour
(Now my momma), losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
They showed up at the crib, but that’s just how we live
(Now my momma), losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
They hit the door up with a warrant, but I was on a tour
(Now my momma), losing sleep
(Now my momma), losing sleep
They showed up at the crib, but that’s just how we live

Moneybagg Yo – No Filter Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard
Hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 1]
They be on me, I don’t do the choosing
Fucking on twins, this shit get confusing
Bitches be low-key junkies, beggin’
How you turn me down knowin’ you ready?
Tax time, you couldn’t wait to get heavy
Ran through it, now you broke like the levee
Shit kinda old, you really just reachin’
Alexa, play Rocko, “We Ain’t Goin’ Steady” (At all)
Red bottom my slippers (They slimy)
I can’t help but bleed in ’em, crime scene in ’em
Hibachi my drip (My drip)
These here Japanese denim, plenty cheese in ’em
What’s a drink infection?
A double cup, fill this shit up with OZ’s in it
Her pussy was fat but she anorexic
Then she wipe her eyes when I skeet in ’em (Woah)
No question what NuNu gon’ do (Why?)
I can vouch for my lil’ fool (Sing it)
I’m at a warehouse with dope in the tool
I get it back then I’m bustin’ a move (Score)

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 2]
Me goin’ broke, that’s highly unlikely
Came with you, but lookin’ ’round here, this ho like me
She go both ways, her friend like her wifey
Ayy, let’s have a triple threat, meds that excite me
Coupe do the dash, I vanish (I’m gone)
Might have a warrant, outstanding (I don’t know)
You see the laws, don’t panic (Don’t do that)
Watchin’ them babies, no nanny (Stay focused)
Turkey bag, it ain’t a sack good (Sack)
Tryna fit an ounce in a Backwood (Never)
Got a church girl hollerin’ Bread Gang (Hah)
She ain’t seen the slums but she act hood (Act like)
Gangster and you knew that
Know you wanna walk up, don’t do that
Big old diamonds, where my tooth at?
AMG Benz, I just coupe that
I just blew that while you do that
Hit my label then recoup that (Right back)
Can’t nobody stop me from poppin’ it
I drop a money bag on an opposite, hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

DRAM – I Have a Dream Lyrics

[Intro: DRAM & 24hrs]
Hey, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey hey
OZ on the beat, yeah

[Verse 1]
I had a dream that I could be
Riding clean down the boulevard
Of Martin Luther King
And I had a dream
That my whole team
Got their diamond rings
Phantom down the street
Not just two or three
I had a dream that you and me
Could live in peace
Get a piece of the pie
Like a bakery
I had a dream that used to be
Why it used to be cause
Every dream I had came true to me

[Chorus]
Hey hey hey believe me you
Dreams do come true
Say hey hey hey
I got the proof
Dreams do come true

[Verse 2]
I had a dream that a limousine
Full of pretty things
Pulled up on me to go on
Shopping sprees
I had a dream that after we split
Hella cheese we went to pick up Mo
By the liquor store
I had a dream that we had some drinks
Then we – hit the scene fresh as Listerine
As fresh with [breathmint?] teeth
I had a dream that used to be
What it used to be cause
Every dream I had came true to me

[Chorus]
Hey hey hey believe me you
Dreams do come true
Say hey hey hey
I got the proof
Dreams do come true

Trap Beckham – Backwoods

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 1]
Big backwood no black on me
No Kodak but I be smoking broccoli
I get Too turned up you can not talk to me
I smell just like a forest, I got all the trees
Take them down like that bitch right damn now
Pass that round pass that round
I’m so high my feet can’t even touch the ground
Link up with the dope boys when I touch your town
Wake and bake I wake up and bake a cake
Take my cake then I pull up and break ya face
Conversing with that backwood face to face
I Hit that bitch and then I have a better day

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 2]
I just bought a whole zip nigga
Backwood to my lip nigga
Got Henny let me take a sip with ya
I came in with a fire pack
Fixin to smoke them back to back to back
Keep your cigarette and keep your black
I got OG cookie I ain’t keeping that
I’m santa claus how i keep the sack
Rolling up a doobie
Living like a movie
Haters hating i ain’t seeing that
Where i see them at imma leave them at
My bitch bad feel like mike jack
And my old hoes they dont like that
If i pass you this loudpack
Better hit this bitch and pass right back
Smoking on that choking on that loud
Got a nigga floating on that
Your girl bust it open on that
I can not stay focused on that
Blame it on the gas
Put me on ya ass
I be with the green
I ain’t talking grass
You be really green, you look like the mask
I ain’t smoking with ya if your smoking trash

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

Ab-Soul – D.R.U.G.S. Lyrics

(Chorus – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my ni**as and I love my bi**hes
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
Everything that’s living in it
Trees down to the bugs
Can’t forget about my plug
Cause last but not least I love drugs
I love drugs
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

(Verse 1 – Ab-Soul)
They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree
Apple a day, it keep the doctors away
I wonder if my father got more faded than me
But I can’t ask him, cause the doctors couldn’t save him, baby
My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah
We total opposites, I’m dirty as this Fanta mix
We Qualitesters, we can’t find no Hi-Tech, I ain’t lying, ni**a
Act stashed on the low for the high, ni**a
Whole squad full of them codeine fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street
Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one
Mix it with the syrup, Perc on top of that
Then I’ll be numb, if I don’t wake up, tell em

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(Chorus – Ab-Soul)
I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my ni**as and I love my bitches
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
And everything that’s living in it
From the trees down to the bugs
Can’t forget about my plug
Cause last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I love drugs
Purple still coming in

(Verse 2 – Ab-Soul)
Molly got me rolling, got me rolling, ni**a
I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues Blow it!
I got some issues, I ain’t talking about a newspaper
Talking about the issues that come with this new paper
My new bi**h in the next room in the nude, ni**a
Broad day, blinds open see the view, ni**a?
Cornea, so scarred can’t look myself up in the eyes
But if I could I would say who is you, ni**a?
What’s become of Herb III’s son?
Wasn’t for these abortions I’d probably be on my third son
That was they decision, for the record
Just clearing my conscience
That don’t make it better, ni**a
You know I know better, ni**a

(Chorus – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my ni**as and I love my bi**hes
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
And everything that’s living in it
From the trees down to the bugs
Can’t forget about my blood
Cause last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I love drugs
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

(Bridge – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh
Think I need some help
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need some help
Junky so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need some help
I love my mama
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky
Lords knows I does
I think I need some help, I need some help
I love my mama
I need some help, I need some help
Lord know I does
Can you go find me some help?

(Background speech – Doeburger)
That’s what I’m saying
That’s why you don’t need a Xan, cuz
I said time flies didn’t you hear what I said?
I said time flies
Time flies, love fades
Goddamn, man!

(Verse 3 – Ab-Soul)
Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes
Codeine’s my concubine, cocaine confidant
Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit
Perc 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it
Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss
Can’t forget I’m psychic off them psychedelics
And for the kids looking up to me for what I’ve seen
No, I don’t need any of these things to do anything
Soul

(Outro – Ab-Soul)
All my brethren, I pray for your mercy
And that you alleviate my pain
You that dwell in the glory of God
Listen to the sufferance of this
Your humble servant
Grant me health, well-being, and happiness
Amen

Demrick & Dizzy Wright – Hundreds Of Thousands (Blaze With Us Mixtape)

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

[Verse 1: Demrick]
I need a hundred thousand fans with their hands up
I take a hundred thousand gram for the bad times
And use it to celebrate all these good days
Maintain the same, there’s no way that I could change
Made it out the hood fame, landed on the plane
Out in LA where b-ro blessed me with the best strains
That jet fuel flight get it over night
Thirty-eight no debate, we don’t change the price
And that Dizzy OG got me feeling right
I’mma need an OZ just to feed the hype
Best believe I got money on my mind
Put that petty shit down to the side
Light it up, one time

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
The whole world want this marijuana legalized
I just wanna make five-hundred K for the needed times
The streets is mine, I seen this opening lane
Now they’re smoking my strain, well now its time to open my shop
Fuck it, I’m feeling motivated, love it or not
Me and the homies finna give y’all homies something to watch
I’m talking a hundred-thousand grams, that’s all
Double up, plus four, I need my weed money back, plus more
Yeah y’all know the deal, the realest that we ain’t giving up
Look me and Demrick, we was plotting at the Denver Cup
Now we on the road, legendary stoners getting stoned
And none of my growers ever be in a rush
Knew if you need it, go and get, just believe it first
Marijuana for the people, keep the people first
Maintain it to keep it, we all needed the work
Dizzy OG for the G alert, as I hit my

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

OneRepublic – Kids lyrics

[Verse 1]
Days when
We’d fight, we’d fight ’til I would give in
Yeah, perfect disasters
We were reaching, reaching for the rafters

[Pre-Chorus]
And on most of the days we were searching for ways
To get up and get out of the town that we were raised, yeah, Cause we were done
I remember, we were sleeping in cars
We were searching for OZ
We were burning cigars
With white plastics tips ’til we saw the sun
And we said crazy things like
[Chorus]
I refuse to look back thinking days were better
Just because they’re younger days
I don’t know what’s ’round the corner
Way I feel right now I swear we’ll never change
Back when we were kids
Swore we would never die
You and me were kids
Swear that we’ll never die

[Verse 2]
Lights down
And we drive and we’re drivin’ just to get out
Yeah, perfect disasters
Yeah we were swinging, swinging from the rafters

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, we were dancing in cars
We were looking for ours
We were naming the stars
After people we knew ’til we had to go
And we were saying things like

[Chorus]
I refuse to look back thinking days were better
Just because they’re younger days
I don’t know what’s ’round the corner
Way I feel right now I swear we’ll never change
Back when we were kids
Swore we would never die
You and me were kids
Swear that we’ll never die

[Bridge]
Nights when we kept dancing
Changing all our plans and
Making every day a holiday
Feel the years start burning
City lights they’re turning
Something ’bout this feels the same

[Chorus]
Back when we were kids
Swore we would never die
You and me were kids
Swear that we’ll never die
I refuse to look back thinking days were better
Just because they’re younger days
I don’t know what’s ’round the corner
Way I feel right now I swear we’ll never change

You and me were kids