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de donde sacó el sample???

how did you even get/make this?

Insane

ur really good at instrumentals

So much more could be done with this!

If you're reading this, I think you and I are among the first ten thousand people to wonder whether the wives and daughters of incarcerated men keep Hilary Clinton alive in jail and homeless shelters (these wives and daughters are also cell guards and partners of the private prison system which they were forced economically to work with no other options because of shareholders like Clinton and Epstein).

THAT PHARRELL 4 COUNT IS PERFECTION

5:12

I'm obsessed with this instrumental 😭

2:41

bengaaaa

GOOD MORNING🔥🔥🗣🗣

Working on my Viprin diss, thanks!

Finally one thats not ai

grazie eduardo

The *TRUE* ending of ‘MBDTF’ Maaaan. Listening to the GF Tracks for the first time to the lead up to this album was absolutely legendary…it took me back to 2010 😢 It really did. Edit: If I don’t see you smiling or laughing when listening to this track you’re not human 👍 Ye’s most upbeat track. A big fuck you to everyone that cancelled him in 2009 calling him racial slurs. “Anything in life you can do if you put your mind to it.” 🐐 Ye was hated by everyone and then IMMEDIATELY got to super stardom even more after the release of this. Never give up. Ye didn’t do it, so you shouldn’t either 💯

Not the best ye song by any means but still good instrumental I wish he would have used it for a different song

did you remake this? if so what synths did you use for the part starting 1:49?

Who’s In 2024 ?

That Voyager van has Jeep wheels?

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Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor Set the parameters You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live? Look at my new digs The rooftop can host a paint and sip for like forty The Warhols on my wall paint a war story Had to find other ways to invest 'Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks It's a nightmare, yeah I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick Tap tap, throw the phone if you hear it click Art Baselin' the bezel Your bustdown is bust down and don't match the metal Lower level's where you settle at I'm the pot callin' the kettle black Where there's no brick peddles at Between God and where the Devil's at Had to double dutch and double back Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at Exactly what the game's been missin' This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen, Push Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go, back from Santo Domingo This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters 'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo From Honda Accords to Grammy awards I can blow a million dollars into dust (That's where the kings go) Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff Pusha know these politics is paradox Chillin' in a condo full of ready rock My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin' I'm dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music) Watchin' my success for some is bittersweet Always keep the sharpshooter's triggers tweaked Diamonds drippin' on me, V in Tiffany's All these K-9 units still sniffin' me Ignorance versus the innocence It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat And you can spot my hoes by their car keys Another episode full of atrocities It's double M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music) You scared to see my face in a fancy place So I debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck Still hands on, sucker, press your luck Your money gone every other month My money long so the treasure's tucked Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go, back from Santo Domingo 'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo That's where the kings go

[Intro: Rick James & James Brown] Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, ladies and gentlemen) [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Leon Thomas 'MUTT' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Chorus: Kanye West] Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Verse 1: Kanye West] She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast [Chorus: Kanye West] Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Bridge: Kanye West & Rick James] Run away from me, baby Ah, run away Run away from me, baby (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) [Verse 2: Pusha T] Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P [Verse 3: Kanye West] Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew of that advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day, you just up and leave [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast [Chorus: Kanye West] Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can [Outro: Kanye West] [Non-Lyrical Vocals]

OJ like, "I'm not Black, I'm OJ." ... ... ... ...okay. 🧃

[Refrain: Swizz Beatz] One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Leon Thomas 'MUTT' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1: Kanye West] I'm so appalled, Spalding, ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin' hole through the wall But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean, goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweeping That know we get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Would be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high, Allah Praises due to the most fly, Prada Baby, I'm magic, tada Address me as your highness, high as United Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp' [Chorus: Kanye West & CyHi The Prynce] Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous [Verse 2: Jay-Z] How should I begin this? I'm just so offended How am I even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners? I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall Just to show niggas how much more I have in store I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain I went from the favorite to the most hated But would you rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossas And Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused I lost thirty mil', so I spent another thirty 'Cause unlike Hammer, thirty million can't hurt me Fuckin' insane, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fuckin' not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning they little bridges, fuckin' ridiculous [Chorus: Kanye West & CyHi The Prynce] Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous [Verse 3: Pusha T] Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one Blackjack, I just pulled an ace As you looking at the king in his face Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watchin' it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith Range Rove', leather roof, love war, fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness I speak the gospel, hostile Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for more Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spillin', I own you all, yuugh [Refrain: Swizz Beatz] One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous [Verse 4: CyHi The Prynce] Hah, I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favorite, hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it The new Commandment, "Thou shalt not hate, kid" My movement is like the Civil Rights, I'm Ralph David Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May She found out about April, so she chose to march Hah, damn, another broken heart I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's Ark I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart, hah G-A-T in the Pathfinder 'Cause you haters got PhDs Y'all just some major haters and some math minors Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron [Chorus: RZA] Ayy, yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress You know that shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous [Refrain: Swizz Beatz] One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh?

[Intro: Justin Vernon] I shoot the lights out Hide 'til it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? (Ah) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example Leon Thomas 'MUTT' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Chorus: Kanye West] Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Verse 2: Kanye West] Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh Less talk, more head right now, huh And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial If you wanna make your number one your number two now" Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah" Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon' do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you motherfuckers really, really need to cool out 'Cause you'll never get on top of this So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus Head of the class and she just won a swallowship I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass [Chorus: Kanye West, Kanye West & Jay-Z, Jay-Z] Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert (Yeah) Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question, what do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles, I Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I Rape and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up [Chorus: Kanye West] Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these niggas so one-track-minded But really, really, I don't give an F-U-C-K "Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake" "She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster! [Outro: Justin Vernon & Charlie Wilson] I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Headed home) I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No) And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Head home) I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight) And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home

You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered-down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago They made it sound all wack and corny Yes, it's awful blasted boring Twisted fictions, sick addiction Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago That's me, the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Mi no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models "You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato?" (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Look like a fat booty Céline Dion Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leona Lewis Beyond the truest, hey, teacher, teacher Tell me, how do you respond to students? And refresh the page and restart the memory? Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy? We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what's worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin' down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull the toys And fire up the engines, huh And then they make noise Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh At the mall, there was a séance Just kids, no parents Then the sky filled with herons Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn't spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress And woke up back in Paris Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Ain't no question, if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothin' I've foreseen it, I dream it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of Autumn All of them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winnin', this week has been a bad massage I need a happy endin' and a new beginnin' And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it? Ain't no question, if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missin' But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standin' at attention As long as I'm in Polo smilin', they think they got me But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shootin' a jump shot, runnin' a track meet But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the World's Game, this is my Olympics We make 'em say hoe 'cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it Ain't no question, if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool" It's been a while since I watched the tube 'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news I was lookin' at my resume, feelin' real fresh today They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday And what's a black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach? I guess that's why they got me sittin' in fuckin' coach My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people is lookin' at me like I'm sniffin' coke It's not funny anymore, try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, x and o And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic endin' of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it I'm comin' after whoever who has it I'm comin' after whoever, who has it? You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That y'all, it's like that y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about two things, my black balls Ain't no question, if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playin'? I'm sayin' I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Ayo, I done copped Timb's, lived in lenses, kid Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots and Benzes Countin' up, smokin', one cuff Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it Steam about a hundred and one L's Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, runnin' up in Stetson Nigga hat game was special It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dyin', you give or buy in Keep it real or keep it movin', keep grindin' Keep shinin', to every young man, this is a plan Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothin' I've forseen it, I dream it I can feel it slowly driftin' away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down

You got a flask, I got more of 'em You think that girl is yours? I got four of 'em Damn, that's your lady, You been actin’ all crazy, gettin’ hazy Damn, I need another bottle Nah, I need a bigger throttle Now let me see you sip, sip, sip, sip I’m tryna numb the pain, pain, pain, pain I don't throw shots, I throw drinks That’s why I’m losin’ things, things, things, thanks If you don’t say her name then I won’t ask You got a ring, but I got the flask I thought of all this on whiskey, Vodka in my system, feels risky (Chorus) You got a girl that you love? I miss her She don’t know me, but I kiss her We used to text and stay up late But now I’m drownin’ in this state With the bottle in my hand, I just numb the pain Yeah, I used to text, now I’m callin' rain I don’t need a reason, I don’t need a plan Just need another sip to feel like a man (Verse 2) You think you got it bad? I got more of it You think she’s loyal? I ignore all of it Damn, I keep gettin’ drunk Sippin’ vodka till I slump Damn, you need another round Nah, I need to hit the ground Now let me see you sip, sip, sip, sip I’m tryna block the pain, pain, pain, pain I don’t throw love, I throw shots That’s why I’m takin’ losses, lost If you don’t say her name, then I won’t ask She’s with him, but I’m with the flask I thought of all this on whiskey Vodka in my bloodstream, feel sickly (Chorus) You got a girl that you love? I miss her She don’t know me, but I kiss her We used to text and stay up late But now I’m drownin’ in this state With the bottle in my hand, I just numb the pain Yeah, I used to text, now I’m callin' rain I don’t need a reason, I don’t need a plan Just need another sip to feel like a man (Bridge) Whoop, sip, swoop! I’m lost in the loop, whoopity-whoop Sippin’ the brew, feelin’ the proof Feelin’ the truth, caught in a swoop Now I’m fallin’ down, drown in the sound I just need to find a way out of this round But Carly's gone, and I’m holdin' on To the bottle, till the pain's gone (Outro) You got a girl that you love? I miss her She don’t know me, but I kiss her I used to text, but now I drown In this vodka, I’m lost, I’m down.

You got a girl you like? I got more of 'em She’s with a dude, but I can’t ignore her Damn, she’s got a man But I’m still stuck on her, stuck in this plan Damn, I need a fix now Nah, I need another sip down Now let me see you back, back, back, back Time to numb the pain, pain, pain, pain We don't throw stones, we throw glass That's why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t say your name then I won’t ask She got a boyfriend, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me Chorus: You got a girl you like? I got more of 'em You remember when she smiled at me? I recorded it She said “fuck love” ‘cause she loves him If she loves him, that’s my end If she leaves him, that's a new trend And we gon' score 100 on this drunk test Now let me see you back, back, back, back Time to numb the pain, pain, pain, pain We don't throw stones, we throw glass That’s why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t say your name then I won’t ask She got a boyfriend, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me Verse 2: You got a life that’s right? I’m stuck in wrong She’s with him, but I keep hangin' on Damn, I can’t forget her Now I’m drownin’ in the liquor, feelin' lesser I keep pourin’ 'til the pain goes away But it’s still here when I wake up the next day She’s gone, and I’m stuck in this mess Just numb to the world, just tryin' to forget Chorus: You got a girl you like? I got more of 'em You remember when she smiled at me? I recorded it She said “fuck love” ‘cause she loves him If she loves him, that’s my end If she leaves him, that's a new trend And we gon' score 100 on this drunk test Now let me see you back, back, back, back Time to numb the pain, pain, pain, pain We don't throw stones, we throw glass That’s why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t say your name then I won’t ask She got a boyfriend, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me Bridge: Maybe one day I'll find a way out But right now, I’m stuck in this doubt She’s with him, but I’m stuck on her mind Numb in the silence, tryin’ to unwind Maybe if I quit, I’d find some peace But this vodka's the only way to release Outro: Let me see you back, back, back, back Time to numb the pain, pain, pain, pain We don’t throw stones, we throw glass That’s why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t say your name then I won’t ask She got a boyfriend, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me

You got a girl you like? I got more of ‘em, She’s got a man, but I’m still stuck on one. Damn, she won’t look at me, Now I’m drownin' in these drinks to try and breathe. She used to text me back, now I’m stuck in the past, Every sip I take, I just fade out fast. I don’t need no friends, I need a glass, If I can't have her, then I’ll never last. Chorus: Let me pour another shot, shot, shot, shot, Time to numb it all, ‘cause I’ve lost the plot. I don’t throw punches, I just throw back, That’s why they call me mad, mad, mad, Max. If I can’t have her, then I won’t ask, I’ll just keep drinkin’ ‘til it’s all gone black. I thought of all this through a bottle’s haze, Just me and the vodka, lost in this maze. Verse 2: You got a life that’s right? I’m stuck on wrong, She’s with him, and I’m just playin’ along. Damn, I see her smile, it cuts like a knife, But the vodka’s the only thing that makes me feel alive. I keep pourin’ ‘til the pain fades away, But it comes back strong every single day. She’s gone, and I’m stuck in this mess, Just numb to the world, just tryin' to forget. Chorus: Let me pour another shot, shot, shot, shot, Time to numb it all, ‘cause I’ve lost the plot. I don’t throw punches, I just throw back, That’s why they call me mad, mad, mad, Max. If I can’t have her, then I won’t ask, I’ll just keep drinkin’ ‘til it’s all gone black. I thought of all this through a bottle’s haze, Just me and the vodka, lost in this maze. Bridge: Maybe one day I’ll be free of this pain, But every sip I take, I’m just back again. She’s with him, but I’m still here alone, Just me and this bottle, a life overthrown. Maybe I should quit, but I can’t let go, This vodka’s the only thing that helps me slow. Outro: So let me pour another shot, shot, shot, shot, Time to numb it all, ‘cause I’ve lost the plot. I don’t throw punches, I just throw back, That’s why they call me mad, mad, mad, Max. If I can’t have her, then I won’t ask, I’ll just keep drinkin’ ‘til it’s all gone black. I thought of all this through a bottle’s haze, Just me and the vodka, lost in this maze.

You got a girl you love? I got more of ‘em She got a man you hate? I got four of ‘em Damn, that's your heartache You did somethin’ dirty, but it’s too late Damn, you need a fix now Nah, I need another sip down Let me see you crack, crack, crack, crack Pourin' out the pain, pain, pain, pain I don’t throw punches, I throw shots That’s why they goin’ mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t feel the weight, then I won’t ask She’s with him, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me You got a girl you love? I got more of ‘em You remember when she looked at me? I recorded it She said "fuck love" 'cause she hates me If she hates me, that’s a success If she leaves him, that’s a fuck fest And we gon' score 100 on this drug test Chorus: Let me see you crack, crack, crack, crack It’s time to numb the pain, pain, pain, pain We don’t throw stones, we throw glass That’s why they goin’ mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t feel the weight, then I won’t ask She’s with him, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me Verse 2: You got a good life? I got more of 'em She’s got a man you hate? I got four of ‘em Damn, that's your own hell You keep tryin' to break free but you fell Damn, you need another dose Nah, I need another bottle close Let me see you slip, slip, slip, slip Time to lose the grip, grip, grip, grip We don’t throw stones, we throw cracks That’s why they goin’ mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t feel the burn, then I won’t ask She’s with him, but I’m drinkin’ to forget I thought of all this with a drink in me Chorus: Let me see you crack, crack, crack, crack It’s time to numb the pain, pain, pain, pain We don’t throw stones, we throw glass That’s why they goin’ mad, mad, mad, Max If you don’t feel the weight, then I won’t ask She’s with him, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me Bridge: Maybe one day she’ll see me for real, But I’m stuck in this cycle, my pain’s too real. She’s with him, but I’m lost in this game, Keep drinkin’, tryin’ to numb the shame. Maybe if I quit, I’d feel less cold, But this bottle’s the only thing that I hold. Outro: Now let me see you crack, crack, crack, crack Pourin' out the pain, pain, pain, pain We don’t throw stones, we throw glass That's why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don't feel the weight, then I won’t ask She’s with him, but I’m stuck in the past I thought of all this with a drink in me

Fueming these genes when i smile Human nights full of pain Alot to lose when we gain They treat me like a non believer Because i wont believe in just anything 10000 years born in africa Now we made it to america Seeing through a womans eyes i cant disguise All the feeling left inside i hate to cry I can be the talent or a babies cry Cry talent and malice the mallets on mercedes side Side doubting for dallas accounting my old lady pride Can she speak to the preacher without a lazy eye Thats like speaking to teacher about jay z high I cant keep with the people that like a shady lie Some priests is still tested and all the children invested Just to earn a reputation through some neglection The flesh talk to to the fleshes the voice infectious So why we all blame the same thing when all of us extras Looking for worship without non of the message Begging for mercy without warning in passage Talk it to my face call these bitches possessed and ask for favors And then call all my flaws out as always and run to the savior Then when she pull her bras out after im flashing some paper Yall can finally call a man a failure with ever texting ya neighbors Two slave races both of em black murking the eagles But you a new found king punching in chasing some beatles We done all had gin but only one of us facing the evil I shoulda new back then its my people tasting the needles Shoulda new back when reprocusions made it unequal Why not start a war to stroke her ego Who the fuck yall think yall is faking a hero Go ahead and steal my flow tell em im just a negro And make excuses for a joe just swallow all of the deepthroat We see the stars we see celeb michaelangelo making her beg I need her preg maya angelou shaking her head indeed im bad Indeed in bed just make sure you taking shot that keep her wed And make the dress that she wear my most hated thats what he said Just so i can move on from this competition ahead Where ever this compition was led Im sure its competition for compositions in red My life got oppositions whos consequences in lead And every premonition come back around when they dead Imean every pot to piss in repeated just what i said I can give a fuck about you and fuck em thats what i said Keep content creating to replicate what was shed Just to leave with no reduction of loneliness when yall ed No nigga it its educution that make em thread Our lifelines back together as long as a sell out become a leg Satan a lion on the torso and im bodying til you pegged Its all game anyway so im following who we thought was meg We breaking up or nah you still communicating with fred And fred best friend just a entrapanuer instead If town bitniz just wrote a book whod be reading it but a ted All stages as long as it start with ced And i shoulda never did it i started out wit some friends They all turn into a community when im startling with the hand And the guidlines strict about garggling with the lense I be throwing flows aways just keep aguing til the end We had something before im not pardoning all the hens Its a house full of roosters tryna wake me up and i dont give a fuck like a hare on a chin Im compare to a has ben who has been Just because yall find it funny to get at men I guess family only here to get it in where ya last been And breaking a leg only for swings taken at a bad ten I dont need to come correct to pull a bitch Bummy or clean ya seen the screen start to switch Keep it clean because the lean start to twitch If i say you not that important anyway you must of gleamed at the past tense If you do who to blame but the bag stench Do what you do whos same after mad sense Whos the game but a bad bitch We not the same but the shame hold a sad clinch And the pain undeveloped because we rearranged all the padded lips Who switchen bitches you included me in ya skeletons If i find a kim k she waited til she was celibate We celibrate every day just for the hell of it And pray to God theres a conclusion to all of the irrelevence

Get light wit it...day party to midnight wit it...ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it...wghile these girls double Dutch i double my digits....dice games pop peace for the love of my ninjas. new yok new york..all sorts of bosses who walk the walk...look how long the glocks is rutheless close range we shoot shxt

ATVs, quads with speed. Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks. Family first, a holiday feast, I constantly seek. Moments like this is peace to least we used to We used to play ball, when girls watched, we played smoother I had to try to be like Mike, a cool three-point shooter Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler Summer, fall, winter, New York girls smokin' hookah Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys Friendly as little kids on ten-speeds Makes me want to have another seed, I'm simply Gettin' light on the track, Ripley's Believe it or not, I'm still the cream of the crop I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are The sun doesn't even know it's a star

A minor 102bpm As I lay me down to sleep I hear her speak to me Hello 'Mari, how ya doin'? I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin' I know you're happy 'cause I can see it So tell the voice inside ya head to believe it I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel And look at all that he gave you You asked for one and you got two, mmhm You know I never left you 'Cause every road that leads to heaven's right inside you So I can say Hello, my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name Hello, my only one, remember who you are No, you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, the good outweighs the bad even on your worst day Remember how I'd say Hey, hey, one day, you'll be the man you always knew you could be And if you knew how proud I was You'd never shed a tear, have a fear, no, you wouldn't do that And though I didn't pick the day to turn the page I know it's not the end every time I see her face, and I hear you say Hello my only one, remember who you are You got the world 'cause you got love in your hands And you're still my chosen one So can you understand? One day you'll understand So hear me out, hear me out I won't go, I won't go No goodbyes, no goodbyes Just hello, just hello And when you cry, I will cry And when you smile, I will smile And next time when I look in your eyes We'll have wings and we'll fly Hello, my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name And you're still my chosen one, remember who you are No, you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Tell Nori about me, tell Nori ab- I just want you to do me a favor Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me

dahi produced this, 90210, and no role modelz

we need a instrumental of Pure Water brodie

God damn this is still one of the most beautiful instruments even without Kanye’s heartfelt lyrics on this track, the instrumental hits SO heavy. I truly think this is Kanye’s most beautiful record.

Creo que esto hacía falta por aquí 😅 Perro de cadena gruesa, tengo marcada la esquina Soy un pitbull de pelea, mandíbula asesina Soy el chef, el mejor en la cocina A la verga con su beef, me gusta la cecina Otro bongazo, morro placoso, ahí te va el vergazo Tú no eres pandillero, es falso tu placazo Tu estilo está ni al caso, putito pendejazo Soy el pinche jefazo, yo nunca me atraso Mi propia línea trazo, pa' mí este es un payaso Con este verso mataré dos pájaros de un plomazo Un abrazo, mi más sentido pésame Y si es que esto te cala, mi culito bésame Pásale, siéntate y relájate Y cuando acabe esta canción entonces mátate Como dicen en Colombia, hágale Y si es que vas para el cielo, a Dios salúdame Muerto el perrito, se acabó la rabia Hablan del culo pa'fuera y tiran mucha labia A mí me dicen Alemán, ya conocen el alias Pregúntale a tus bitches por mí, me conocen varias Como mafia haciendo filo Wacha, wacha, ey wacha Toso, toso y toso y toso Pura buena grifa que sabe sabroso Será un momento hermoso cuando estés en el pozo Y entonces volveré a prenderme otro bien apestoso Soy un travieso, confieso, lo digo y lo sostengo Soy la verga y pónganme un condón que ya me vengo No sé si nos vamos entendiendo Con una rata no me junto y no me vendo Ando por la calle, tengo y el mundo conociendo Forja de los que dan risa y vámonos riendo Mientras tanto real me mantengo Y le agradezco a Dios por la gran familia que tengo, ¡bitch! Quiero más tequila Ja, ja ¿qué dijeron?

Я не стою на краю обрыва, но такое чуство что я падал. и искры глаз не оставят пыл, такое чувство что потухал их

я вернусь, но я буду проклят своей же дизайн галирей и болезнь не дала сил в бою я тлею как пепел упавший с ран я горько тлею. но когда ты рядом я бессил вонвь покажи мне своим сердцем чт эт любовь боль в грудни по центру тела, не дает покой

I'm from the capital where we murder for capital

Real G's are here for this 1:26

This your remake? You killed this!!

No you can't say if I'm mad or not Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to) Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy I got it all on film You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real Drink your real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel Gotta take a long drive up the hill Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft Chicago baby she just wanna drill The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk Dip-dip-dip-dip You can't say if I'm mad or not Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all? I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to) Better watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (better watch for 12) I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind) You cop it live, boy I got it all on film You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin' You know I hit in the morning, oh yeah, she yawning I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion Sipping on lean, no Robitussin Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain't no cuddling You down bad, you suffering I don't give a fuck how hard it get That lil' bitch know I started this Uh-huh, oh yeah Get to the cash, no layup Spend a big bag, Rodeo Some may ride for the fresh cut Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk Dip-dip-dip-dip Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk Dip No you can't say if I'm mad or not Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

My friend showed me pictures of his kids And all I could show him was pictures of my cribs He said his daughter got a brand-new report card And all I got was a brand new sports car, uh And my head keeps spinning Can't stop having these visions, I gotta get wit' it Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh And my head keeps spinning I can't stop having these visions, I gotta get wit' it Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh Dad cracked a joke all the kids laughed But I couldn't hear 'em all the way in first class Chased the good life my whole life long Look back on my life and my life gone Where did I go wrong? And my head keeps spinning Can't stop having these visions, I gotta get wit' it Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh And my head keeps spinning I can't stop having these visions I gotta get wit' it Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh I seen it, I seen it before I seen it, I seen it before I seen it, I seen it before I seen it, I seen it before My godsister getting married by the lake But I couldn't figure out who I wanna take Bad enough that I showed up late I had to leave 'fore they even cut the cake Welcome to heartbreak And my head keeps spinning Can't stop having these visions, I gotta get wit' it Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh And my head keeps spinning I can't keep having these visions, I gotta get wit' it Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-hoo Ooh, ooh-hoo Ooh, ooh-hoo And I, and I can't stop No, no, I can't stop No, no, no, no, I can't stop No, no, no, no, I can't stop I can't stop, I can't stop, I can't stop No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no, no, whoa, whoa No, no, I can't stop Can't stop having these visions I gotta get with it Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh Hoo-hoo, mmh Ooh-hoo, hoo