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‘Make your imagination real. Now is the time.’

The following MBW blog comes from Sean Glass, who’s a lot of things – the founder of clothing line Small Difference and indie label Win Music, for two, and a prominent figure at Apple Music for a while, before and after that service launched in 2015. Sean is currently quarantined in Mexico, and has just launched this podcast, Tea With SG.

We each have 24 hours today, what to do with them?

Puff Daddy said this during IMS LA, meaning anyone can do what he does. I converted to what is my ideal version of these 24 hours? Make that.

Inertia is strong. It can create 15 very occupied years between the reason you took that internship at 20 and why you do what you do at 35, without questioning each minute decision as part of a whole life. This 24 hours is what it is because of the preceding 24 hours and the upcoming 24 hours, and it just is what it is. It’s hard to stop and examine.

But the world imposed a pause. An undeniably terrifying, catastrophic, deadly pause. Before, it became trendy to avoid contemplation, we use the umbrella ‘anxiety.’ Now you’re forced to contemplate your 24 hours isolated from any thrust of precedent or future.

By now, I expect inertia has broken, and your contemplation is cycling. I have 24 hours. Everything I do should lead toward the universe I want to exist in. 

I want two things: 

  • Everyone make art for themselves.
  • And creatives work together; build robust machines; replicate corporate influence, rather than beg for access.

I encourage you to take this time to make the art you truly want to exist in the world. Your fantasy song. Not the directive given by an A&R or what’s on playlists. Make your imagination real. Now is the time. You have no reason not to. And it may elevate your entire existence.

But what do you do with it? If there are people who speak your language, who want to hear it, how do you know? How do you get it to them?

The internet brought us the inverse of what we expected. Rather than democratizing communication, it made so much noise that only the loudest is heard. Loud requires resources, money. That means consolidation. But only if creators and consumers allow it.

Consolidation can be understood through radio. Once upon a time, Miami program director picked songs locals wanted; someone did the same in NY, another in Boise. They didn’t know each other, didn’t care what the other played. Each had separate companies with infrastructure and overhead. Someone bought them, PD picked songs, but company saved money, increased efficiency combining infrastructure and overhead. It’s better for that company if everyone wants Justin Bieber, then PD can be centralized too. That’s radio since the 90s.

The biggest story in music last week was Spotify’s Q1 earnings. Uncontroversial, slight upticks in areas generally expected. Ad revenue down but nobody cares. ARPU is kinda scary, but nothing conclusive. Indies growing market share, majors flattening is false narrative. More players entered, music for gaming, sleep, etc. Functioning indie labels who employ people and develop artists, self-released artists did not grow. Their neglect is still a significant problem, compounded by analytical press misinterpreting the numbers. Same thing with people still thinking $ per play count is an issue, rather than % of pie.

“It sounds like a bunch of corporations fighting over stock-boosting headlines, but this conversation is an existential threat not only to the cinematic experience, but creative diversity.”

The bigger, much more controversial story is in movies, and it’s more relevant even as an analogue. Trolls World Tour skipped theaters and released to PVOD (‘premium’= you pay a premium, not premium offering) during quarantine. It made big bucks, gross and % (they’re downplaying international loss though). Theater owners are furious. AMC and Regal say they will no longer play Universal films when they reopen. Everyone is losing their s***.

It sounds like a bunch of corporations fighting over stock-boosting headlines, but this conversation is an existential threat not only to the cinematic experience, but creative diversity.

Disney holds an historically unprecedented market share. Warner is the only marginal competition with multiple major theatrical releases, and its own streaming service HBO Max (Disney+ is massive). Universal has one big movie per year, and Paramount and Sony have nothing. Theater owners bow to Disney and Warner, trash Universal, and ignore Paramount and Sony.

Disney and Warner are protected (I’ll compare for music)

  • Theater owners play nice because they’re so big. Playlist control. 
  • They consider subscriptions less an existential threat than a la carte VOD purchase. Passive vs. active. Majors are incentivized to make genres more important than artists or songs. Artists benefit from active, lean-in listens.
  • Theatrical releases sell streaming subscriptions, streaming advertises theatrical. General marketing noise lifts all. Majors are market share driven, incentivized toward volume. Control sales funnel to sell more tix and shirts through their channels.
  • Disney and Warner slates are packed. Moving through their calendar is worth taking a BO hit on one film. Universal needs their one big hit to fully perform. Majors and tech companies want the platform to be more important than the artist. They like the idea of ‘turning on the radio/Spotify/Netflix’ more than ‘I want to listen to X’.
  • Big three in film/TV are Disney (franchises), Netflix (social media stuff, occasional auteur film), and HBO/Warner (replicates them poorly. Most important creative exec now at Apple, IMHO garbage Westworld S3 signals transition from old great HBO).

    Universal vs. AMC gets a repeated, dedicated e-blast subject line in all major Hollywood trades. Disney and Warner skipping theaters, a should-be equal violation, is relegated to daily wrap-ups. Netflix gets an e-blast anytime they greenlight even the least significant show.

    Less competition = more access, attention, and money in fewer hands. 

    Creative development consolidation. To make something big, it must fit their agenda.

    Distribution consolidation. To be seen, you must be distributed by one of them.

    Communication consolidation. Without them, your PR ceiling is low. You generally must come up with an ancillary story beyond the art in order to get significant ink.

    This consolidation is an existential threat to creative diversity. And creative diversity is where all the good stuff comes from.

    Ok.

    So what.

    Stop making noise.

    Stop feeding the machine.

    Focus.

    Work only on what is essential.

    Build.

    Talk to your friends.

    Team up.

    The internet is noisey. But it’s also a tool kit. Connection. To anything and everything. You have the same powers as corporations. You can replicate the campaign of the biggest artist in the world. 

    Competitive advantage comes from experience not resources. Do a thing enough times, and you figure out how to do a thing. Or you just know how to do a thing. Learn how to do a thing, team up with someone else who knows how to do a complementary thing. Rinse + repeat. Boom.

    Quality comes from experience. Experience can come from resources. Major labels are a developed system that’s been tested and vetted, fires on all cylinders. Money simply buys what you can otherwise obtain through creation or connection.

    What is Drake? Look at his infrastructure. Friends. People from his youth. He’s not a product of a machine. He received boosts from established pieces of the machine along the way, but his core team has always run things, made the machine work for them. Now they control the machine. This feels far off, but it starts somewhere.

    Grimes. Her creative partner is her brother, and every single collaborator she has is part of her tribe. Check out YouTube videos of her shows, you can see who’s on stage, you can identify them individually. For years. There’s no in and out consultants, the label is a distributor. She makes an historically impressive amount of her creative output herself, and the rest come from a few people who she talks to every day. Oh, but she’s all flashy now, you can’t afford CGI or her production kit? Go watch her first video, filmed by her brother Mac, handheld at a football game. She’s made massive visuals since, but that stadium video was the unforgettable moment that launched her.

    Frank Ocean. How does he impact? Not big singles, flashy videos. IDEAS. Subtle ones. Tasteful. He achieved attention early in his career through songs and since has maturely navigated a personally tailored lifestyle and workflow that maintains a direct conversation with audience and peers. He could have made Runaway, he made a staircase with Tom Sachs. He could have launched a festival, he made a club night to promote AIDS prevention. He wore a T-shirt at an opportune moment. He unified gay and straight activism in the most covert way by publicly serenading an unexpected muse. He just drops music when it’s right, and we listen.

    SOPHIE. I don’t even know where to start. SOPHIE is a political movement. I’ll never forget when I had a label and an agent sent the first two SOPHIE demos, I immediately skipped like what the f*** is this s***. A few minutes later, I reconsidered, out of respect for the sender. Listened again. Called back and said this is the future isn’t it? SOPHIE started with an identity. And that identity carries the output through today. 

    SOPHIE has things to say, uses art to speak. Do you have anything to say? Does anyone agree, would join your cause?

    Frank Ocean has dreams, his art activates and embodies them. Do you have dreams? Who do you want to work with? What do you want your local club to be like?

    Grimes wants to make stuff. She uses the tools at her disposal. Calls her family and friends to fill gaps. The stuff gets bigger and bigger. We all have access, and many music software companies are offered for free during quarantine.

    Drake has vision. He wants everything. He developed a skill set. Identified those who shared his vision, invited them, encouraged them, led them. He fed them and keeps feeding them. Do you have vision? Do you think anyone shares it?

    Three have no reliance on any machine, yet you know them. One of them influences the biggest major label and biggest tech company more than any individual on earth.

    None of these archetypes are out of your reach.

    They share laser focus on the essential. They identify a world they want, and deliver art that shapes it to their vision. They UNDERSTAND something. They have IDEAS.

    The world shut down. The machines are off balance. Stop making things for other people. Stop begging for relevance. 

    Make things for yourself.

    Call your friends. Call people you’ve never called before but want to talk to, work with. They’re sitting around inside somewhere. There’s never been a better time to cold call (DM).

    Team up.

    Examples like Drake, Grimes, Frank Ocean and SOPHIE intimidate you? K.

    NYC early 1980s. Lots of books on this time. Most completely Love Goes to Buildings on Fire, my favorite Swans: Sacrifice and Transcendence, most recently Kim Gordon’s Girl in a Band. Read and be inspired. 

    Nobody had money. Nobody knew how to do anything. City in complete chaos. Art in chaos. No dominant sound, trend, no system.

    Everybody just made stuff. They made stuff together. Found their people.

    Poet wrote screenplay for filmmaker whose photog friend became cinematographer and singer’s band appeared in a scene with new song filmed in local venue that got record label to co-finance because soundtrack became an asset and shoot was catered by chef friend starring famous model friend getting chance to act and wearing her roommate’s clothing line. Poet’s journalist roommate interviewed star and director for magazine whose boss hosted premiere event sponsored by friend’s liquor brand who became new account in the venue they shot in. The film is good, that got them into festivals and late night TV, and all the sudden it’s a thing and everyone associated has inertia working for them rather than against. That’s CULTURE.

    Genres don’t matter. Paradise Garage is known for disco, but everyone played there. Bad Brains headlined the final night of Max’s Kansas City with Beastie Boys opening.

    You know what is soooo f*ckingggg coooolll about right now? Everything I just said…you can do allll of that yourself. There are no formal boundaries anymore. You can make films, music, magazines, clothes, all of it.

    Focus on essential. Stop making noise. Stop trying to be relevant. Be in charge of building your universe. Make what you feel it needs.

    Escapist distraction art is over. 

    Bullsh*t is over. 

    ‘Umami’ (‘The Umami Theory of Value’) is over (mediocre+mediocre=perceived value. Supreme x My Bloody Valentine capsule collection). 

    Who cares? Prioritize understanding. Make the essential. We don’t have space nor time for meaningless collabs. 

    Corporations are not the enemy. They’re not built to make things; their directive is control, their utility is amplification. 

    Now is the time to achieve balance.

    Quick story before I wrap. I had a label a few years ago. Independent, really entirely by myself, one employee. I was on a dance music A&R panel with five major label A&Rs. Audience member asked one how his indie label can sign anything when majors swoop in, pay more. He posed the major A&R as a vulture feeding off of his work, clearly had a personal story.

    The major A&R started defensively, I interrupted, asked if I could take this. Now, this was a fun panel for me, I was the fan favorite, the little guy up against the big ones. I told this audience member he had it all wrong. I was the bad guy. The major label A&R was the good guy. I was the one eating his lunch when this guy’s supposed to be buying him lunch. I was the one on the ground (the club) doing the real A&R work, beating both of them to hit records, not because of money, but good taste, effective planning and relationships. His business model should be finding things early, making profitable hits himself, or selling them (upstreaming) to majors once they heat up. He was in his own way.

    Major labels are not the bad guy. Corporate directive is control, not production. Corporate means is communication, not even distribution. Production and distribution are the creative’s directive and means. And the consumer decides everything.

    An artist’s ideal growth threshold is corporate exception not corporate change. The best artists in the world make the system work for them, they don’t care about changing the system.

    Now is the time to create balance in the production and distribution of the creative arts. Competition is necessary for diversity and diversity is necessary for quality. None come naturally. They must be built. We build by making art for ourselves and taking responsibility for the system of production and distribution. The system is for the creator and the consumer. Everything else is in between. Corporations are middle persons. The creator and the consumer hold the power–until they relinquish it. Make great, essential art that you want, build a team, and you dictate the system for you. 

    It’s your 24 hours, you only get it once.

    Remember they work for us.

    Make them!

    PS.

    My new show

    I shut myself down from the world for the last few years. Lived out of a suitcase all over the actual world for a while. It’s been a really invigorating experience, one that felt both like something I had to do and something I’m really proud that I was able to do. I love all the work I did in the decade past, but everything in this time away brought me back to my core original ideas and philosophy. That’s what I’ve been working on. And I’m excited to be reentering the world, now at a time when we’re all reevaluating our position. I think it’s going to be beautiful.

    I just launched a podcast / show. Tea with sg. I have original music coming out this month. I was going to relaunch the clothing line, it’s all sitting in storage, but the world isn’t really buying clothes I don’t think. So that’ll come later. Made a film, it’s done. I have no idea what’s going to happen with that though. The world is weird right now. Oh and I made an app that’s how I think everyone should communicate but I need more money to launch it and I’ve spent all my money on film and music.

    Hit me up if you wanna talk about anything! I’m sitting by the ocean solo quar in Mexico doing remote sessions and swimming a lot.

    love@sean.glass 

    instagram.com/sdotglass 

    www.anchor.fm/teawithsg 

    Thanks for reading

    🙂

    ADDENDUM: my favorite quar stuff…

    • Dave on FX is amazing. Everyone needs to watch it. Devs is good too. Dispatches from Elsewhere is nice light weird fun. All three actually go somewhere, unlike most shows.
      • Shincha (new harvest) tea from Japan
      • Fiona apple. Obviously. Check out her Spotify popular songs, it’s the actual track listing in order. People are actually listening to the LP front to back. Amazing.
      • Elara radio 
      • Physical exercise
      • Remote music sessions actually working just fine
      • Pornhub free
      • Only fans (I’ve actually never used but I just know tons who do and think its awesome) 
      • Shout out @ansel for best usage of this
      • Physical books, with ink on paper (I’ve been reading lots of Kathy Acker, Gilles Deleuze, noir and oral histories or interview compendiums of fav music artists)
      • Film at Lincoln Center VOD
      • Ema on Mubi
      • LA Film Forum newsletter round up of films streaming
      • Verzuz DJ Premier vs RZA
      • Canceled influencers
      • Canceled conferences
      • Canceled music festivals (I know this is economically and infrastructurally catastrophic, but also, the net net of these suck the pleasure from culture, so it had to happen eventually)
      • People who make this about themselves. Hopes and prayers to them.
      • Mindless distraction infotainment Podcasts and Ted Talks numbers declining
      • Jeff Weiss’ writing 
      • The Lot Radio
      • Nick Cave TeeVee
      • The ocean I’ve been swimming in everyday since March 10
      • DJs who aren’t livestreaming, thank you. Please focus on being a bigger better DJ rather than just adding to the millions of hours of mixes we already have access to and will never have enough time for
      • Mexico. I can’t believe more people don’t just spend all their time in Mexico. Best food. CDMX has better music than any city in US. It’s so close. Criminally inexpensive for Americans (please tip). Beaches are amazing for surfing or calm lap swimming. You can pick your weather. The coolest people. I just love it here.
      • The existential debates amidst catching up with everyone I’ve ever dated (except one who blocked me everywhere. Tell her I’m sorry I was a jerk)
      • Routine. Wow I underestimated how nice it can be to do the same thing every day. So healthy. Cuts out so much dead distraction time.
      • The Russo Brothers’ in theater phone videos of opening night of Avengers turned me into an Avengers fan somehow
      • Oscilloscope and Mailchimp teaming up to host SXSW shorts (the Amazon deal is unfortunate)
      • Rewatching Mission Impossible: Fallout one scene at a time
      • Artists releasing MORE music during quar rather than less. KEEP EM COMING!
      • Sonos Radio
      • The croissant bra @nicolemclaughlin being the first thing an ex sent me in a long time bc everyone knows how I feel about croissants.
      • Thinking about how Bob Iger inexplicably handed CEO of Disney job to Bob Chapek weeks before Corona
      • Clean, beautiful, empty Venice, Italy. I hope Venice Film Fest happens and I can go.
      • @newyorknico ’s #BestNYAccent competition
      • Val Kilmer’s audiobook
      • Aroldis Chapman’s arms
      • Comics
      • That Sky Ferreira photoshoot by Nick Knight for Another
      • The JT ‘The next time you leave your house’ It’s gonna be May meme being so wrong
      • Woody Allen autobiography. Yes, I read it. It’s mostly great, revelatory at times. Surprisingly, it was his Emma Stone texting story that made me most uncomfortable. The Mia Farrow stuff takes up 40% of the book unfortunately. Happy to discuss it, I won’t weigh in here, apart from calling the whole saga an absurdity for all times.
      • 2 lizards 
      • Lionsgate x Arclight La La Land screening I cried viciously to and then had a heavier cry session talking to ex like f*ckkk like what are we even doing? Did we make the right decisions? Man, things can get emo over here during quar.
      • Caleb Landry Jones channeling Syd Barrett on his LP
      • After loving Perpetual Grace, I finally watched Steven Conrad’s Patriot. It’s great. Like if Wes Anderson hated himself as much as I do.
      • Car Seat Headrest LP
      • NOT Westworld. Westworld is the George Bush to Trump’s Game of Thrones. Westworld makes me nostalgic for the disappointment Game of Thrones brought me. If anything this has given me a challenge, how to excoriate this show on Twitter.
    • Betty via Crystal Moselle. More of this pls. The movie’s main issue was that it had 30 great minutes then dragged. Half hour show is perfect! And the girls are even cooler now if that’s even possible. But like Euphoria this is going to further ruin being a kid for anyone who is a kid and isn’t already cast on an impossibly cool kid HBO show. Shout out my DP from college!
      • All the Preservation Hall New Orleans fundraisers
      • Beastie Boys doc
    • Miracle Mile, irrelevant, but a great random film that feels nice for right now. A friend who told me he liked Mandalorian redeemed himself by mentioning this, so I’ll mention.
    • Strokes and Hamilton Leithauser putting albums out on the same day in 2020.
    • Just imagining whatever Tom Cruise and Elon Musk will do. And Nicolas Cage Tiger King. 2021 here we come!!!

    Music Business Worldwide

    Chief Keef – Couldn’t Take It Lyrics

    Leave the door open baby, I get cakey
    Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety
    Mama always told never let a nigga play me
    Then I got my ass whooped, and I couldn’t take it
    What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby
    [?]
    Cooling with the paper, balling in a major
    Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that
    Pull up on the mothafucking label, where my cake at?
    ‘Fore I up this mothafucking choppa and spray it
    [?]
    I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s
    Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guaped shawty
    Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty
    I’ll grill ya ass, on the spot shawty
    [?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter

    I heard them fuck niggas was plotting on the low
    From the Chiraq, I be spying on the low
    I know everything before the thot did know
    Pull up on your block poppin’ shit, Crisco
    I am rich now, ‘member when I was in the field

    I can buy anything I want
    Anything I want and then more
    I ain’t never been to Mexico
    But I’m smoking on Texaco
    Remember pulling up in Volvos
    Now I get 90 for 4 shows
    Doing cars for the shows
    Put it in the water, let’s flow
    This ice comes from the North Pole
    This don’t stop for my hoe
    Man I got the fucking pack
    And I got the muthafucking sack
    It’s a lot of snakes in the grass

    Iggy Azalea – Good Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I remember like 10 years ago
    I wanted my name up in bold
    I wanted my name up in lights
    I wanted to rock every show
    I used to take pics in the mirror
    I had to get ready for Vogue
    And now I’m way bigger, way bigger, way bigger
    Than I ever could’ve dreamed before
    They pray for the damn on my love
    But I still don’t give a fuck
    We live in a world full of judgement
    And they love to judge us
    I think they love to discuss me
    ‘Cause their life is disgusting
    I just jumped off a yacht in Mexico
    You can not tell me nothing
    Na-nothing

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
    To be right where I’m at
    And you mad, you mad, you mad
    But I’m good

    [Chorus]
    So you can say what you want to (yeah)
    But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
    Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
    ‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

    [Verse 2]
    Top floor [?]
    Eating dinner looking at the view
    So high, see all of you
    Each and every one who wanna see me lose
    You looking at me but I’m looking through you
    You tweeting crazy to me, what’s it to you?
    Fall in line, this is danger for who?
    Get off my ass, you are not a poodle
    I’m just out here fucking living
    Cut ’em off they’re forbidden
    Trade the sides, they was tripping
    They like ”Oh, Iggy, I was kidding!”
    I go to sleep and y’all forgotten
    Sorry boo, you’re not forgiven
    Bring me breakfast while I’m swimming
    I’m just out here fucking living

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m good, I’m good, I’m glad
    To be right where I am at
    And you mad, you mad, you mad
    But I’m good

    [Chorus]
    So you can say what you want to (yeah)
    But that doesn’t phase what I’m gon’ do (yeah)
    Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? (yeah)
    ‘Cause I’m good, I’m good, I’m good

    Future – Hate in Your Soul Lyrics

    [Future]

    [Chorus x2]
    Got too many racks on me
    Can’t fit in my wallet
    Got too much style on me
    Can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate inside your soul
    Can’t do nothing about it
    You got that hate inside your soul
    Can’t do nothing about it

    [Verse one]

    One for the money, yes sir
    Two for the show
    A couple years ago
    Selling blow in Mexico
    Was a starter, something good
    Now I pull up in the ‘rari
    Im in my hood
    Yeah, just rolling that dank up
    Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
    Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
    Bitch my click notorious
    [?] come close to this
    I sit in the back of the whip like this

    [Chorus x2]
    Got too many racks on me
    Can’t fit in my wallet
    Got too much style on me
    Can’t fuck with no stylist
    You got that hate inside your soul
    Can’t do nothing about it
    You got that hate inside your soul
    Can’t do nothing about it

    [Verse 2]

    Gucci Mane Ft. A$AP Rocky – Jumped Out The Whip Lyrics


    (Intro: Gucci Mane)
    Huh, Gucci
    If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    (Chorus: Gucci Mane)
    Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

    (Verse 1: Gucci Mane)
    We just rolled in the lot, hoe, hoe what you got?
    Make a ni**a spend his last like a hole in his pocket
    Ice on swole, swole overload, Jenny from the block
    B*tch, I wanna enter every hole that you got
    Sugar daddy Gucci Mane, I’m holding a knot
    You can’t even fathom all the hundreds I got
    I’ma give you money if you want it or not
    A red droptop Phantom just swerved in the lot
    Guwop got a sack, have you heard it or not?
    And they gon’ fuck with Wop whether they nervous or not
    Baby, is you gon’ give me the service or not?
    ‘Cause that’s a big factor if we splurging or not
    Why your friend tryna’ block for? She know you a thot, hoe
    It ain’t nuthin’ wrong with fucking Gucci on the top floor
    Diamonds draped all over me, so drink me on the rocks
    This b*tch so fucking nasty, I might buy this b*tch a watch

    (Chorus: Gucci Mane)
    Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

    (Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
    Uhh, where she go? There she go
    Perico straight from Mexico
    Ten kilos, called up Federico
    Ready, go, gave Wop some top like there he go
    Word to grandaddy Q, came through, couple old hoes acting new
    The clothes on bare back and new, the clothes he got on coming soon
    I be living life cautious, keep it moving like motions
    Keep it smooth, I’m like lotion, we’ve been swimmin like n’oceans
    Why these ni**as like vultures? Dang, these b*tches got motives
    So much Gucci on the loafers, I’ma turn into the spokesman
    Oh, it go Wop linked up with the Mob
    I say Guwop, let’s hit the block, linked up in Dubai

    (Chorus: Gucci Mane)
    Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
    She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
    I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

    Mistah F.A.B. – Dear Mr. President

    [Chorus]
    Dear President, on behalf of the poor
    I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
    If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
    You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
    Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
    At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
    Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
    On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

    [Verse 1]
    Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
    My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
    Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
    Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
    Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
    Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
    Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke
    To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
    God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
    Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
    Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
    But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
    Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
    You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
    Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
    Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco

    [Chorus]
    Dear President, on behalf of the poor
    I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
    If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
    You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
    Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
    At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
    Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
    On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

    [Verse 2]
    Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
    Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
    Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
    Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
    Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
    But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
    Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
    Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
    All I’m sayin’, Mr. President, understand we have a reason
    Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
    Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
    Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
    Pen us up in jail
    Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
    Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

    [Chorus]
    Dear President, on behalf of the poor
    I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
    If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
    You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
    Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
    At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
    Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
    On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

    Kodak Black – There He Go (Painting Pictures Album)

    Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
    You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
    I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
    Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
    Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
    Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
    Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
    Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco
    Ay, Lil Kodak on the beat I got that bass, ho
    Boy I drop that shit that they be waitin’ for
    I like the Beamer but I’m about to go cop a Wraith tho’
    I done peeped your true colors, boy you a rainbow
    I got Space Jams on my feet, I’m on the moon
    I’m really lit, so I ain’t gotta use no auto-tune
    Yeah, I’m the shit, but you know damn well I ain’t number two
    I’m in this bih’ around some niggas who ain’t got nothin’ to lose
    But shawty got that head, she got that fire brain
    She know I love the head, I love that migraine
    You ain’t never run off with a boss ainna
    She know a nigga be stunting like a Power Ranger
    Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
    You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
    I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
    Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
    Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
    Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
    Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
    Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco
    These ain’t Ray-bans, these Saint Laurent shades, ho
    The way my niggas hit your block, you’d think it’s Halo
    No more home invadin’ now, I’m on the radio
    I don’t even like to fuck, I only want fellatio
    I done jumped out to that bag, baby check my swag
    Money fallin’ out my ass, I got a lot of cash
    Ay, everybody runnin’, nigga got a gun
    I ain’t makin’ beats but the Draco got a drum
    I don’t wear no fuckin’ Yeezys, I got too much sauce
    Like I don’t believe in Jesus, how I triple cross
    I ain’t even brush my teeth, but I’m on the block
    I ain’t even brush my teeth, all I do is floss
    Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
    You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
    I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
    Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
    Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
    Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
    Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
    Crackers took my 40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

    David Luning – Royalty lyrics

    Dearest love don’t worry
    They got nothin’ on me
    And I’ll be out in a day or two
    Oh and darlin, I love you

    I’ll make my great escape
    Don’t you worry dear
    I’ll find a way to break on outta here
    Oh you’ll see
    We’re gonna live like royalty

    Dearest love wait for me
    I’ll get out, please believe me
    Did you bury the money like I asked you to?
    Oh my darlin, I miss you

    I’ll make my great escape
    Don’t you worry dear
    I’ll find a way to break on outta here
    We’ll be together, you and me
    We’ll go to Mexico, you’ll see
    And darlin we’re gonna live like royalty

    Oh my love, please hold on
    Been in isolation for so long
    And it’s been years since I’ve seen your face darlin’
    But I promise you I will get out of this place
    (You’ll make your great escape
    I’m not worried dear
    You’ll find a way to break, but I’m outta here
    Be together? Maybe
    I’ll go to Mexico, you’ll see)
    Darlin?
    (Oh, I can’t wait baby)

    I’ll make my great escape
    Don’t you worry dear
    I’ll find a way to break on outta here
    We’ll be together, finally
    We’ll go to Mexico you and me
    And darlin’ we’re gonna live like royalty

    The Oemons – Taco Burrito lyrics

    One day I had a dream in my siesta
    About an awesome place where it’s always fiesta
    And the food is served with spicy salsa
    So I think I’ll go to Mexico

    Taco Taco Burrito!
    Taco Taco Burrito!
    Taco Taco Burrito!
    Chimichangas,
    Spicy Chimichangas
    Chimichangas,
    Spicy Chimichanga sauce!

    When I got there I watched some lucha
    I learned the girls in Mexico are called putas
    And the food’s way better than shawarma
    So I think I’ll stay in Mexico

    Taco Taco Burrito!
    Taco Taco Burrito!
    Taco Taco Burrito!
    Chimichangas,
    Spicy Chimichangas
    Chimichangas,
    Spicy Chimichanga sauce!

    TACO BURRITO!
    TACO BURRITO!

    Dopeman Go – Tory Lanez lyrics

    Lyrics Tory Lanez – Dopeman go

    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dopeman go.

    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

    Bought the Wraith, I said f*ck the Ghost
    Flew a brand new b*tch across the coast
    She from Mexico right off the gulf
    She not just the b*tch, that b*tch the plug
    Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
    I f*ck all the b*tches that make b*tches get low
    .30 in my pants, I got a stallo
    I just made enough to buy a Lambo
    I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
    My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
    Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
    To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
    Bustin’ out the lows
    I got all the bad b*tches f*ckin’ wit my bros
    I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
    Now I got two bad b*tches passin’ me the weed
    I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
    I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
    I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
    Someone please find me the dope man.

    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dopeman go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dopeman go.

    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

    She just wanna party with the dough
    Double that Barcardi with the coke
    She just wanna f*ck and nothing more
    I’m just making sure you up to go
    Talking backwoods then I’m up again
    She won’t lemme f*ck then I’ma f*ck her friend
    Scoreboard b*tch I’m up 10 versuri-lyrics.info
    I’ma need some head to get me up again
    Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
    Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
    Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
    A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
    Poppin’ with the bands
    I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
    b*tch up in the trenches with the poncho
    Still got a nine like I’m Rondo.

    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go.

    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy babyyy.
    Tory Lanez lyrics
    Video go

    Tory Lanez – DopeMan Go

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    [Verse 1]
    Bought the Wraith, I said fuck the Ghost
    Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
    She from Mexico right off the gulf
    She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
    Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
    I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
    .30 in my pants, I got a stallo
    I just made enough to buy a Lambo
    I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
    My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
    Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
    To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
    Bustin’ out the lows
    I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
    I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
    Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
    I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
    I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
    I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
    Someone please find me the dope man

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    [Verse 2]
    She just wanna party with the dough
    Double that Barcardi with the coke
    She just wanna fuck and nothing more
    I’m just making sure you up to go
    Talking backwoods then I’m up again
    She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
    Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
    I’ma need some head to get me up again
    Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
    Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
    Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
    A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
    Poppin’ with the bands
    I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
    Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
    Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    Oddisee – Like Really (The Iceberg Album)

    [Verse One]
    Why you want to catch my eye, when you already know that I’m taken (nah like really)
    How you past due on payments, and I’m seeing you on vacation (nah like really)
    How you gonna make us great, when we were never really that amazing (nah like really)
    Take it back to what, I don’t find hanging black lives entertaining (nah like really)
    How do you police the streets of a neighborhood you do not engage in (nah like really)
    Why a brother get three for a sack while your brother go free for a raping (nah like really)
    How you make a film about Egypt with all leading roles caucasian (nah like really)
    How you saying all lives matter when the stats say we are not adjacent (nah like really)
    Tell me if I got it all wrong, like I signed on the line but I didn’t read the form
    And the fine print is all about the times we mourn, and the color of my skin means I gotta be strong
    And your hand me down faith said if I was reborn, when I take my last breath that you’ll let me breathe on
    And as of right now we could never be pals, so how are we supposed to get along (nah like really)
    This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
    Why am I forced to let it go, and clean your messes though (nah like really)
    You take jobs to Mexico, pay us less and lesser though (nah like really)
    Promised to bring them back, and that problem gets the vote (nah like really)

    [Hook]
    Really (repeated)

    [Verse Two]
    I be on the grind all day, I don’t pay mind to the date (nah like really)
    Missed call vibrate, I find most times it could wait (nah like really)
    I don’t talk blue in the face, just to make movement in place (nah like really)
    Out of breath watching other man steps and you wonder why you’re losing the race (nah like really)
    I was sleeping on floors, making bread instead of bed on tour man (nah like really)
    If you ain’t never cry about a loss, don’t speak about the situation you’re in (nah like really)
    I ain’t got a big deal but I’m still a big deal and I feel important (nah like really)
    Yeah you got a big deal running on a big wheel I ain’t with extorting (nah like)
    Yeah I’m independent and I’m making hella noise, and I’ll never let a woman make a Helen out of Troy
    Got no suckers in the circle that pretend to be boys, I don’t lend them an extension I just send them decoys
    Chilling in the cut is when I’m really feeling voids, ’cause the movements getting muted and it really needs a voice
    We’re just picking between the evils of the lethals and the liars
    People tired and they really need a voice (nah like really)
    This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
    This that calm collected flow, done right, wrong correctional (nah like really)
    Enough about peace and blessings bro I want that deeper message though (nah like really)
    If you on top that surface, drop that lesson though, preach (nah like really)

    [Hook]
    Really (repeated)

    Danny Worsnop – Mexico (The Long Road Home Deluxe Edition Album)

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah I don’t know about you
    But I’m feeling sunshine
    Trizing with the skylines
    Sipping on something chilly
    Watching señoritas dancing on the beaches
    I’m sitting back jamin on Willy

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
    From this hustle and bustle
    Lay back and soak it up
    With a nice cold bottle of Bud

    [Chorus]
    I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
    Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
    I don’t know when I’m coming home
    But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t know about you but I’m kind of thirsty
    Lately I’ve been working just a little too much lately
    Feeling kind of sodow
    I can’t tell the boling
    Clock in my gin, try and make me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
    From this hustle and bustle
    Lay back and soak it up
    With a nice cold bottle of Bud

    [Chorus]
    And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
    Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
    I don’t know when I’m coming home
    But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

    [Bridge]
    Where the skies are blue
    Yeah the water’s just right, just me and you
    Wait til the stas come out
    Go skinny dipping, there ain’t no one else around
    I’ll be honest I’m tipsy
    I just cracked another bottle, honey come on with me
    I ain’t never ever leaving baby
    This is paradise, go ahead and leave me here

    [Chorus]
    And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
    Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
    I don’t know when I’m coming home
    But I’m driving to Mexico

    [Outro]
    I’m driving to Mexico
    I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    I’m driving to Mexico

    Jidenna – The Let Out (feat. Nana Kwabena)

    [Verse 1: Jidenna]
    Everytime I pull up at the let out it’s a spectacle
    Heard the shit was jumpin’ like the wall that border Mexico
    This the only time we on time and on schedule
    Collars on the shirt niggas trying to look respectable
    Then I spot her with the fur and ice like an eskimo
    Stretching out my cash so I’m hoping that she flexible
    Shorties swinging purses and niggas swinging testicles
    Eating fast food but we smoking on a vegetable
    She looking man, She looking man
    Go hook her man, Go hook her man
    And that lame tryna holler he a Bond wanna-be
    He a Roger Moore nigga I’m a Sean Connery, I know
    Now you looking at a man that’s on a mission
    Blind-sided cuz your man don’t go no vision
    Enemies tryna pack us in a prison
    But we gon’ pack up in that old Honda Civic

    [Pre-Chorus: Jidenna]
    Yeah, yeah
    All hunt and all prey
    Yeah, yeah
    Why they looking at the wave
    Yeah, yeah
    Yall can bring it our way
    Yeah, yeah
    But awww no you won’t, aww no you won’t

    [Chorus: Jidenna]
    Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
    Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
    Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
    Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
    I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
    Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
    Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
    We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    I ain’t givin’ these niggas no points just a shut out
    I bet I take your hoe right after they let her out
    I’m the boss, the huncho walkin’ with my chest out
    I got 3 mill in cash stash it away in the guest house
    I’m runnin’ so late, I’m runnin’ so late, I go get the money and shake
    Soon as I pull up we run out the let out, we don’t got time to debate
    Throwin’ cash off stage, supportin’ the minimum wage
    Gotta let my wings fly, if you let me out the cage
    If I ever go to jail, I’ma bail out
    Then we gotta pipe it up at the let out
    Latifah the queen we set it off
    We don’t want the deal, the bet is off
    Just throw me the ball we hit it off
    You say we gon get where we started off

    [Pre-Chorus: Jidenna]
    Yeah, yeah
    All hunt and all prey
    Yeah, yeah
    Why they looking at the wave
    Yeah, yeah
    Yall can bring it our way
    Yeah, yeah
    But awww no you won’t, aww no you won’t

    [Chorus: Jidenna]
    Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
    Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
    Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
    Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
    I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
    Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
    Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
    We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

    [Bridge: Jidenna]
    Broke niggas met up at the let out
    Tryna get in we tryna get out
    We used to meet up at the let out
    On the fox with her tail out
    Oooh
    We can’t wait until they get out
    Oooh
    We fresh as hell at the let out
    Woooah
    We used to meet up at the let out
    Woah
    Broke niggas at the let out

    [Chorus: Jidenna]
    Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
    Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
    Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
    Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
    I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
    Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
    Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
    We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

    [Outro: Jidenna]
    I’m at the let out
    I’m at the let out now
    We tryna get out
    We tryna get out now

    The White Stripes – Icky Thump

    Ya he, icky thump
    Who’d a thunk?
    Sittin’ drunk
    On a wagon to Mexico

    Her hair
    What a chump
    And my head
    Got a bump
    When I hit it on the radio

    Redhead senorita
    Lookin’ dead
    Came to, said
    ‘I need a bed’ in Espanol

    So I gave ’em drink of water
    I’m gonna sing around the collar
    Well, I don’t need a microphone

    Yeah
    Icky thump
    With the lump
    In my throat
    Grab my coat
    And now it’s reckoned
    I was ready to go

    Yeah, I swam beside the hair
    She had one white eye
    One blank stare
    Lookin’ up, lyin’ there

    On a stand in her hair
    Was a candy cane
    Black rum, sugar cane
    Dry eye
    Somethin’ strange!

    La la
    La la la la la la la la la la la la

    Well, Americans
    What, nothin’ better to do?
    Why don’t you kick yourself out?
    You’re an immigrant too

    Who’s usin’ who?
    What should we do?
    Well, you can’t be a pimp
    And a prostitute too

    Icky thump
    Handcuffed to a bunk
    Robbed blind
    Looked around
    And there was nobody else

    Left alone
    I hit myself with a stone
    Went home
    And learned how to clean up after myself

    Jidenna – The Let Out (feat. Quavo)

    [Verse 1: Jidenna]
    Every time I pull up at the let out it’s spectacle
    Heard this shit was jumpin’ like the waterboard in Mexico
    This the only time we on time and on schedule
    Collars on the shirts, niggas tryin’ live respectable
    Then I spot her with the fur and ice like a Eskimo
    Stretchin’ all my carrots so I’m hopin’ that she flexible
    Shawty swingin’ purses, and nigga swingin’ testicles
    Eatin’ fat food, but we smokin’ on the vegetable
    She lookin’ man, she lookin’ man
    Go hook her man, go hook her man
    And a lame tryin’ holler he a bum on a beat
    He a Roger Moore nigga, and I’m a Sean Connery
    I know, now you lookin’ at a man that’s on a mission
    Blind sided ’cause your man ain’t got no vision
    Enemies tryin’ pack us in the prisons
    But we gon pack up in that old Honda Civic, yeah yeah

    [Bridge]
    Uh huh, and know I pray, yeah yeah
    Why they lookin’ at the wave, yeah yeah
    Ya’ll could bring it our way, yeah yeah
    But I don’t know you want, I don’t know you want

    [Hook]
    Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
    Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
    Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
    Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
    I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
    Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
    Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
    We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    I ain’t givin’ these niggas no points just a shut out
    I bet I take your hoe right after they let her out
    I’m the boss that hunt you walkin’ wit my chest out
    I got 3 mill in cash stash it away in the guest house
    I’m runnin’ so late, I’m runnin’ so late, I go get the money and shake
    Soon as I pull up we run out the let out, we don’t got time to debate
    Throwin’ cash off stage, supportin’ the minimum wage
    Gotta let my wings fly, if you let me out the cage
    If I ever go to jail, I’ma bail out
    Then we gotta pipe it up at the let out
    Latifa the queen we set it off
    We don’t want the deal, the bet is off
    Just throw me the ball we hit it off
    You say we gon get where we started off

    [Bridge]
    Uh huh, and know I pray, yeah yeah
    Why they lookin’ at the wave, yeah yeah
    Ya’ll could bring it our way, yeah yeah
    But I don’t know you want, I don’t know you want

    [Hook]
    Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
    Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
    Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
    Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
    I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
    Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
    Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
    We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

    [Bridge 2]
    Broke niggas met up at the let out
    Gotta get in, we tryin’ get out
    We used to meet up at the let out
    On the phone [?]
    Ohh, we can’t wait until they get out
    We fresh as hell at the let out
    Woah, we used to meet up at the let out
    Woah, broke niggas at the let out

    [Hook]
    Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
    Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
    Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
    Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
    I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
    Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
    Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
    We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

    Blessings – Lecrae feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

    Lyrics Lecrae – Blessings

    If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
    I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
    I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
    Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings.

    Yah, yaaah, yahhh
    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Line ’em up, line ’em up, line ’em up
    Swear the sun shinin’ on me in my huddle
    No matter the trouble surroundin’ us
    They don’t see that it’s a lot of us
    Everybody move anonymous
    Won’t take that credit, I know where we get it
    Them blessings be comin’ from God above
    I was doin’ all kinda bad
    Where the choir at? Tell ’em I need a verse
    Hit the pew and tell God he’s first
    Hit the studio to body a verse
    I remember pushin’ mama’s little white Hyundai with no gas money
    I just bought a car, cash money
    I ain’t even tryna brag on it
    I just tell it how it really is
    I ain’t trippin’, they ain’t feelin’ this
    I ain’t sayin’ I deserve nothin’
    I’m just tryna talk about the benefits
    I’ve been punchin’ in the clock
    Tryna keep the kitchen stocked
    Man it’s a blessin’ ’cause we ain’t ever had a lot
    But all we need is all we got.

    If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
    I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
    I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
    Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Blessings. (x2)

    I put my mama in the crib, said, “Stop stressin’”
    I put my girl in a brand new diamond necklace
    She said she need more of my love and affection
    ‘Cause lately I’ve been workin’ harder than ever
    She said, “Baby, you a boss, baby, clear your schedule
    Dolla you a boss, let’s do somethin’ special
    Take me on a PJ, we should go to Mexico
    I’ve been down for you, boy since when the money was low”
    Anything for my bae ’cause she a blessing
    If you woke up this morning it’s a blessing.

    If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
    I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
    I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
    Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Blessings. (x2)

    I took so many losses
    Coulda lost it
    Left ’em leakin’ like a faucet
    Almost cost me
    Everything that I got, all of my fam
    Part of the plan
    I was eatin’ fried bologna out of the pan
    Y’all don’t understand
    I was tryna get it
    I’m in that studio tryna keep it pushin’
    Petty pies, boy I kept ’em cookin’
    All I needed was the Mary Mary
    But the god in me was havin’ commentary, woo!
    I got angels all around like Anita Baker
    Blessings fallin’ in line, guess I need a taper
    And every loss is a lesson
    Tell my haters I confess
    Treat ’em like the green bubbles on the iPhone
    I probably never read the message.

    If I ever took a loss, I learned a lesson
    I won’t ever think I’m better than the next man
    I’ve been down before the come up, I ain’t stressin’
    Baby I’m too busy countin’ all these blessings, blessings.

    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Count it up, count it up, count it up
    Blessingsss.
    Lecrae lyrics
    Video Sign

    Oddisee – Like Really

    [Verse 1]
    Why you want to catch my eye, when you already know that I’m taken (nah like really)
    How you past due on payments, and I’m seeing you on vacation (nah like really)
    How you gonna make us great when we were never really that amazing (nah like really)
    Take it back to what, I don’t find hanging black lives entertaining (nah like really)
    How do you police the streets of a neighborhood you do not engage in (nah like really)
    Why a brother get three for a sack while your brother go free for a raping (nah like really)
    How you make a film about Egypt with all leading roles caucasian (nah like really)
    How you saying all lives matter when the stats say we are not adjacent (nah like really)
    Tell me if I got it all wrong, like I signed on the line but I didn’t read the form
    And the fine print is all about the times we mourn, and the color of my skin means I gotta be strong
    And your hand me down faith said if I was reborn, when I take my last breath that you’ll let me breathe on
    And as of right now we could never be pals, so how are we supposed to get along (nah like really)
    This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
    Why am I forced to let it go, and clean your messes though (nah like really)
    You take jobs to Mexico pay us less and lesser though (nah like really)
    Promised to bring them back, and that’s how the problem gets the vote (nah like really)

    [Hook]
    Really (repeated)

    [Verse 2]
    I be on the grind all day, I don’t pay mind to the date (nah like really)
    Missed call vibrate, I find most times it could wait (nah like really)
    I don’t talk blue in the face, just to make movement in place (nah like really)
    Out of breath watching other man steps and you wonder why you’re losing the race (nah like really)
    I was sleeping on floors, making bread instead of bed on tour man (nah like really)
    If you ain’t never cry about a loss, don’t speak about the situation you’re in (nah like really)
    I ain’t got a big deal but I’m still a big deal & I feel important (nah like really)
    Yeah you got a big deal running on a big wheel I ain’t with extorting (nah like)
    Yeah I’m independent and I’m making hell of noise, and I’ll never let women make a Helen out of Troy
    Got no suckers in the circle that pretend to be boys, I don’t lend them an extension I just sell them decoys
    Chilling in the cut is when I’m really feeling voids, ’cause the movements getting muted and it really needs a voice
    We’re just picking between the evils of the lethals and the liars
    People tired and they really need a voice (nah like really)
    This now more than ever though, all about force and measure though (nah like really)
    This that calm collected flow, done right, wrong correctional (nah like really)
    Enough about peace & blessings bro I want that deeper message though (nah like really)
    If you on top that surface, drop that lesson though, preach (nah like really)

    [Hook]
    Really (repeated)

    Marty Robbins – The Master’s Call

    When I was but a young man, I was wild and full of fire
    A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire
    I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad
    I know it grieved them so to think their only boy went bad

    I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well
    How many times we robbed and plundered, I could never tell
    This kind of sinful living, leads only to a fall
    I learned that much and more the night I heard my Master’s call
    One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so
    And started then out on the trail that leads to Mexico
    When a norther started blowing and lightning flashed about
    I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout
    Then at that moment lightning struck not twenty yards from me
    And left there was a giant cross where once there was a tree
    This time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange
    A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name
    So frightened I was thinking of sinful deeds I’d done
    I failed to see the thousand head of cattle start to run
    The cattle they stampeded, were running all around
    My pony ran but stumbled and it threw me to the ground
    I felt the end was near, that death would be the price
    When another bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ
    And I cried oh Lord forgive me, don’t let it happen now
    I want to live for you alone, Oh God these words I vow
    My wicked past unfolded and I thought of wasted years
    When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers
    And the others rushed on by me and I was left to live
    The Master had a reason, life is his to take or give
    A miracle performed that night, I wasn’t meant to die
    The dead ones formed a barricade nearly six or seven high
    And right behind it there was I, afraid but safe and sound
    I cried in vain for mercy kneeling there upon the ground
    A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free
    No more to fear the angry waves upon life’s stormy seas
    Forgiven by the love of God, a love that will remain
    I learned that much and more the night the Saviour called my name

    Tory Lanez – Dopeman Go (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    [Verse 1]
    Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
    Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
    She from Mexico right off the gulf
    She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
    Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
    I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
    .30 in my pants, I got a stallo
    I just made enough to buy a Lambo
    I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
    My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
    Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
    To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
    Bustin’ out the lows
    I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
    I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
    Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
    I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
    I done lost bets and told em niggas I ain’t know
    I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
    Someone please find me the dope man

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    [Verse 2]
    She just wanna party with the dough
    Double that Barcardi with the coke
    She just wanna fuck and nothing more
    I’m just making sure you up to go
    Talking backwoods then I’m up again
    She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
    Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
    I’ma need some head to get me up again
    Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
    Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
    Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
    A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
    Poppin’ with the bands
    I have no intention of spliting this shit no one but my mans
    Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
    Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    Lana Del Rey – Super Movie

    Drop me off at the Copacabana
    You my one true love, aren’t you man, ah?
    I’m your little super 8 movie
    You know I’m in love with ya truly, yeah
    So when baby if you
    Don’t get down (ah ah ah)
    Don’t get down

    Spin me round kiss me in your Chevrolet
    I love you more with each and everyday
    Its finally time to make a safe get away
    I could not be happier
    Drop me off Santo Casino
    I got an idea, why don’t we go to Mexico?
    Like we said we would and you don’t want to
    But I think, I think it’d be good for you, Billy
    You never want to do nothing anymore than die
    Remember the days when you used to sway and you’d

    Spin me around kiss me in your Chevrolet
    I love you more with each and everyday
    It’s finally time to make a safe get away
    I love you baby

    What happened to us me and you?
    I was funny once and you were funny too
    One day we woke up and we found we had grew
    And only I wasn’t me
    I had come out blue
    And you, I don’t know what to make of you
    You’re not a color, you’re more of a shape
    Of your former self, like they say babe

    I remember the days when you’d

    Spin me around kiss me in your Chevrolet
    I love you more with each and everyday
    And I’ll continue always to keep that way

    Yellow, red or blue
    Don’t matter to me if you don’t matter to you
    We just keep on trucking and see what we do and
    I remember every way that you loved me baby

    Spin me around kiss me in your Chevrolet, top down
    Howlin’ Vegas all the way
    We almost had it all didn’t we baby ah ha ha

    The Lox – Secure The Bag (feat. Gucci Mane & Infa-Red) (Filthy America/ It’s Beautiful Album)

    [Intro: DJ Khaled]
    Secure the bag
    It’s a cold world, bundle up
    You better protect the bag
    Don’t ever play yourself
    Make sure that Y hit
    Make sure that safe is safe
    Key word, make sure
    Brace yourself as I introduce you to The LOX
    Secure the bag alert

    [Hook: Infa-Red]
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

    [Verse 1: Jadakiss]
    Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
    I need that first half ‘fore I even ‘pose to fly it
    It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
    All these super cops that’s out here tryna make they quota
    As far as the pie, I need a slice and I’m good for the day
    It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
    You can lose your life in the hood for a day
    You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
    Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
    We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
    Money right, they glad that it’s pure
    Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

    [Hook: Infa-Red]
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

    [Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
    My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way that I wear it
    I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, fuck out of here I don’t wanna hear it
    My show’s lit, I gots houses shit, I got more than sneaker money on me
    I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the niggas that know me
    But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
    I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
    Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
    I look good as shit but I’m an old head, who the fuck you talking to chump?
    I got 10 bitches that’s bad, so tell ’em why you mad
    You broke as fuck and you watching me, nigga that ain’t chasing no bag
    Get on instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
    You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

    [Hook: Infa-Red]
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

    [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
    It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
    But don’t quote me bitch cause I might slit your damn throat
    I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
    And I won’t never-ever-ever-ever-ever go broke
    I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
    I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
    I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
    And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
    And I’m laughing with the money bitch, she finer than me
    The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
    I gotta shout out my connect, that shit was fronted to me
    I had to run the money back, that shit was punted to me, Wop

    [Hook: Infa-Red]
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

    [Verse 4: Styles P]
    Bag coming, secure the shit
    Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest shit
    That Medellin on some torah shit
    Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some shit
    Jefe come, jefe go
    Let my little esse know we gon’ go hit Mexico
    We gon’ get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
    Got a stash house in BK, right on Meserole
    JFK, bag landing
    Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
    You can be the man but not the last standing
    Niggas wild as Taliban, all my niggas blast scammers

    [Hook: Infa-Red]
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

    The LOX feat. Infa-Red & Gucci Mane – Secure The Bag Lyrics

    (Intro – DJ Khaled)
    Secure the bag
    It’s a cold world, bundle up
    You better protect the bag
    Don’t ever play yourself
    Make sure that Y hit
    Make sure that safe is safe
    Key word, make sure
    Brace yourself as I introduce yourself to The LOX
    Secure the bag alert

    (Chorus – Infa-Red)
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

    RELATED

    (Verse 1 – Jadakiss)
    Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
    I need that first half before I even post to fly it
    It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
    All these….out here tryna make they quota
    Need a slice and I’m good for the day
    It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
    You can lose your life in the hood for a game
    You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
    Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
    We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
    Money right, they glad that it’s pure
    Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

    (Chorus – Infa-Red)
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

    (Verse 2 – Sheek Louch)
    My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way I wear it
    I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, f**k out of here I don’t wanna hear it
    My show’s lit, I gots houses s**t, I got more than sneaker money on me
    I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the ni**as that know me
    But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
    I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
    Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
    I look good as s**t but I’m an old head, who the f**k you talking to chump?
    I got 10 bi**hes that’s bad, so tell em why you mad
    You broke as f**k and you watching me, ni**a that ain’t chasing no bag
    You don’t instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
    You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

    (Chorus – Infa-Red)
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

    (Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
    It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
    But don’t quote me bi**h cause I might slit your damn throat
    I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
    And I won’t never, ever, ever, ever go broke
    I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
    I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
    I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
    And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
    And I’m laughing with the money bi**h, she finer than me
    The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
    I gotta shout out my connect, that s**t was fronted to me
    I had to run the money back, that s**t was punted to me, Wop

    (Chorus – Infa-Red)
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

    (Verse 4)
    Bag coming, secure the s**t
    Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest s**t
    That man…on some torah s**t
    Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some s**t
    Jefe come, jefe go
    Let my little esse know we gon go hit Mexico
    We gon get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
    Got a stash house in BK, right on
    JFK, bag landing
    Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
    You can be the man but not the last standing
    Ni**as wild as Taliban, all my ni**as black skinned

    (Chorus – Infa-Red)
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
    Secure the bag, secure the bag
    Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

    Kodak Black – There He Go Lyrics

    [Hook]
    Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
    You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
    I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
    Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
    Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
    Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, “There he go!”
    Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
    Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

    [Verse 1]
    Ay, Lil Kodak on the beat I got that bass, ho
    Boy I drop that shit that they be waitin’ for
    I like the Beamer but I’m about to go cop a Wraith tho’
    I done peeped your true colors, boy you a rainbow
    I got Space Jams on my feet, I’m on the moon
    I’m really lit, so I ain’t gotta use no auto-tune
    Yeah, I’m the shit, but you know damn well I ain’t number two
    I’m in this bih’ around some niggas who ain’t got nothin’ to lose
    But shawty got that head, she got that fire brain
    She know I love the head, I love that migraine
    You ain’t never run off with a boss [?]
    She know a nigga be stunting like a Power Ranger

    [Hook]
    Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
    You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
    I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
    Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
    Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
    Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, “There he go!”
    Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
    Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

    [Verse 2]
    These ain’t Ray-bans, these Saint Laurent shades, ho
    The way my niggas hit your block, you’d think it’s Halo
    No more home invadin now, I’m on the radio
    I don’t even like to fuck, I only want fellatio
    I done jumped up to that bag, baby check my swag
    Money fallin’ out my ass, I got a lot of cash
    Ay, everybody runnin’, nigga got a gun
    I ain’t makin’ beats but the Draco got a drum
    I don’t wear no fuckin’ Yeezys, I got too much sauce
    Like I don’t believe in Jesus how I triple cross
    I ain’t even brush my teeth, but I’m on the block
    I ain’t even brush my teeth, all I do is floss

    [Hook]
    Look, every time you see me I’m surrounded by them snipers
    You ain’t never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
    I’m from 1800, I’m a hot boy, but I’m iced up
    Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don’t like you
    Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
    Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, “There he go!”
    Got me a new lady, we ’bout to take a trip to Mexico
    Crackers took my .40 so I’m ’bout to go buy a Draco

    Tory Lanez – Dope Man Go (In Canada) (Live)

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    All in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    [Verse]
    Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
    Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
    She from Mexico right off the blow
    She not just the bitch [?]
    Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
    I got all the bitches and that my bitches can’t know
    Money in my [?]
    I just met another bad [?]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
    My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
    Mac 11 like I’m Michael [?], nigga doin’ the digits baby
    Two in extensions baby, we doin’ the digits baby
    Bustin’ out the lows
    I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
    I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
    Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
    I just shot [?] from eleventh grade, bustin’ low
    I just lost bets went told them niggas I don’t know
    Now the CEO, I’m thanking God I’m out the program
    Someone please find me the dope man

    [Bridge]
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    Do you know the dope man? I need some more
    I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
    I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go
    Dope man, dope man, dope
    Dope man, dope man, go

    [Hook]
    I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
    All in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
    Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
    And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

    Danny Worsnop – Mexico

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah I don’t know about you
    But I’m feeling sunshine
    Trizing with the skylines
    Sipping on something chilly
    Watching sinyoritas dancing on the beaches
    I’m sitting back jamin on Willy

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
    From this hustle and bustle
    Lay back and soak it up
    With a nice cold bottle of Bud

    [Chorus]
    I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
    Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
    I don’t know when I’m coming home
    But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t know about you but I’m kind of thirsty
    Lately I’ve been working just a little too much lately
    Feeling kind of sodow
    I can’t tell the boling
    Clock in my gin, try and make me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
    From this hustle and bustle
    Lay back and soak it up
    With a nice cold bottle of Bud

    [Chorus]
    And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
    Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
    I don’t know when I’m coming home
    But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

    [Bridge]
    Where the skies are blue
    Yeah the water’s just right, just me and you
    Wait til the stas come out
    Go skinny dipping, there ain’t no one else around
    I’ll be honest I’m tipsy
    I just cracked another bottle, honey come on with me
    I ain’t never ever leaving baby
    This is paradise, go ahead and leave me here

    [Chorus]
    And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
    Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
    I don’t know when I’m coming home
    But I’m driving to Mexico

    [Outro]
    I’m driving to Mexico
    I’m driving my ass to Mexico
    I’m driving to Mexico

    Emeli Sande – Kung Fu lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Jupiter, kung fu, you know what I’m talking ’bout
    Garden, darling, you know who the song’s about
    Same old human, but you know who I really am
    When I say “Truman”, I know you gon’ understand me
    Tears keep falling and writers got the best of me
    New York’s calling, meet me on balcony
    Say lead me, lead me
    But you know what I really mean is
    Keep me, keep me

    [Pre-Chorus]
    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    Then just call me and you got someone
    I’ll come running, I’ll drop everything
    Cause You know that you’re my everything
    When you’re busy, look I understand
    I can’t have you like the way I dreamt
    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    Then just call me and you got someone

    [Chorus]
    Don’t you know you’ve got somebody?
    You always got somebody
    Don’t you know you’ve got somebody in me, yeah
    Don’t you know you’ve got somebody?
    You always got somebody
    You got somebody in me, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    Jupiter, kung fu, you know where I’m coming from
    When genius happens, there’s no need for thinking long
    Oh God bless you, still thankful for the view
    Giving tender, love and care to all those in need of you
    Mexico, hablo con Frida y Diego, venga callate
    Sabes que te amo
    Leave me, leave me
    But you know what I really mean is, all I really need is you

    [Pre-Chorus]
    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    Then just call me and you got someone
    I come running, I’ll drop everything
    Cause You know that you’re my everything
    When you’re busy look I understand
    I can’t have you like the way I dreamt
    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    Then just call me and you got someone

    [Chorus]
    Don’t you know you’ve got somebody?
    You always got somebody
    Don’t you know you’ve got somebody in me, yeah
    Don’t you know you’ve got somebody?
    You always got somebody
    You got somebody in me, yeah

    [Outro]
    Need somebody?
    Just call me and you got somebody
    I got everything, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Just know you want everything, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Hey, yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah

    Leon Russell – The Battle Of New Orleans

    In 1814, we took a little trip
    Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip’.
    We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
    And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans.

    We fired our guns and the British kept a-coming
    There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago.
    We fired once more, and they began to running,
    On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

    We looked down the river and we see’d the British come
    and there musta’ been a hundred of ’em beating on the drum.
    They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
    We stood beside our cotton bales and didn’t say a thing.

    We fired our guns, and the British kept a-coming
    There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago.
    We fired once more and they began to running,
    On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

    Adia Victoria – Mexico Blues

    [Hook]
    Goodbye to your last
    To your last
    To your last one
    Down in Mexico
    Down in Mexico

    [Hook]
    Goodbye
    To your last
    To your last
    To your last one
    Down in Mexico
    Down in Mexico

    [Verse 1]
    You go your way
    And I’ll go mine
    You go your way
    And I’ll go mine
    Oh, you go your way
    I’ll go mine
    It’s fine
    It’s fine
    It’s fine
    It’s fine

    [Verse 2]
    You had some of me
    And you’re fine with me
    Now that you’re done with me
    You don’t want none of me
    You had some of me
    And were fine with me
    Now that you’re done with me
    You don’t want none of me

    [Hook]
    Goodbye
    To your last
    To your last
    To your last one
    Down in Mexico
    Down in Mexico

    [Hook]
    Goodbye
    To your last
    To your last
    To your last one
    Down in Mexico
    Down in Mexico

    [Verse 3]
    You had some of me
    And you’re fine with me
    Now that you’re done with me
    You don’t want none of me
    You had some of me
    And were fine with me
    Now that you’re done with me
    You don’t want none of me
    Fine

    [Bridge]
    There’s always a last one
    Until your next one

    [Hook]
    Goodbye
    From your last
    From your last
    From your last one
    Down in Mexico

    [Verse 4]
    I’m your baby in Mexico
    And you know you don’t tell her about me
    Don’t you tell her about me
    Don’t you dare tell her about me

    Emeli Sande – Kung Fu

    Stupid Kung Fu,
    You know what I’m talking bout
    Darling, darling
    You know who the song’s about
    Slave on human, but you know who I really am
    I say Truman, I know you gon’ understand when
    Tears keep falling, and the brighten got the best of me
    New York’s calling, meet me on the balcony
    Say lead me, lead me
    But you know what I really mean is
    Keep me, keep me

    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    Can you pour me just a glass of wine?
    I’ll come running, I’ll drop everything
    ‘Cause you know that you’re my everything
    When you’re busy I’ll understand
    I can have you like the way I drown
    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    You just call me and you got someone

    Don’t you know you got somebody?
    You’ll always got somebody
    Don’t you know you got somebody in me?
    Don’t you know you got somebody?
    You’ll always got somebody
    You got somebody in me!

    Stupid Kung Fu,
    You know where I’m coming from
    When genius happens
    There’s no need for thinking on
    Oh, God bless you
    I’m thankful for the view
    Giving tender love and care
    To those who need of you
    Mexico,
    [?]
    Leave me, leave me
    But you know what I really mean
    Is all I really need is you
    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    Can you pour me just a glass of wine?
    I’ll come running, I’ll drop everything
    Cause you know that you’re my everything
    When you’re busy I’ll understand
    I can have you like the way I drown
    When you’re lonely and you need someone
    You just call me and you got someone

    Don’t you know you got somebody?
    You’ll always got somebody
    Don’t you know you got somebody in me?
    Don’t you know you got somebody?
    You’ll always got somebody
    You got somebody in me!

    Need somebody
    Just call me and you got somebody
    I’ll drop everything ye-yeah
    Just know you are my everything, ye-yeah