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Are teenage dreams so hard to beat Everytime she walks down the street Another girl in the neighbourhood Wish she was mine, she looks so good I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight Get teenage kicks right through the night I'm gonna call her on the telephone Have her over cos i'm all alone I need exitement oh i need it bad And its the best, i've ever had I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight Get teenage kicks right through the night I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight Get teenage kicks right through the night

Breaking down and I had the whole world watching But the worst part is really who watched me? Every night I cried, I almost died And nobody close tried to stop me Long as everybody getting paid, right? Everything will be okay, right? I'm winning, so nobody tripping Bet if I ever fall off everybody go missing (At night) I'm sittin' in a dark room thinking Probably why I always end up drinking (Yes), I'm very depressed How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist? Shit, I'd probably bleed out some Pinot When they find me, I'm in Valentino, ayy He pouring me shots thinking it's lit Hah, little did he know This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah Ayy, damn I got problems Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom Man, I miss my parents Way too anxious, always cancel my plans Pulled up, caught him cheatin' Gettin' his dick sucked in the same spot I'm sleeping Lord, give me a break I don't know how much more of this shit I can take (ayy) How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed? I was tripping, going crazy And they low-key hatin' so they ain't gonna say shit Damn, I finally see it I'm killing myself when bitches would die to be me This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah I ain't going, yeah No emotion, ayy Back outside, yeah Back in motion, ayy He keep calling, hmm I ignore it, ayy He say I'm crazy, hmm Don't I know it, ah

O Lord! Unto Thee I repair for refuge And toward all Thy signs I set my heart O Lord! Unto Thee I repair for refuge And toward all Thy signs I set my heart O Lord! Whether traveling or at home And in my occupation or in my work O Lord! Whether traveling or at home And in my occupation or in my work I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee Trust in Thee In Thee In Thee Grant me then Thy sufficing help So as to make me independent of all things O Thou Who art Unsurpassed in Thy mercy Bestow upon me my portion, O Lord As Thou pleasest And cause me to be satisfied With whatsoever Thou hast ordained for me Ordained for me For me For me Thine is the absolute authority to command Thine is the absolute authority to command Thine is the absolute authority to command Thine is the absolute authority to command I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee I place my whole trust in Thee Trust in Thee In Thee In Thee

Yeah, hey Real hot girl shit, ah (fuck that, fuck that nigga) Hey, hey, baow, baow (brrt, brrt, brrt) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (Huh?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys Shh, cut the noise I ain't goin' back and forth with these lil' boys (lil' boys) I'm a February baby, I'm a big flirt (big flirt) I gotta give a nigga space when his feelings hurt (hey, hey) Ayy, look, cut the shit I ain't goin' back and forth with a broke bitch (broke bitch) Jawbreaker, I ain't fuckin' with the sucker shit (yeah) If I cut her off, then I mean it and it's "fuck a bitch" The more I ignore you, the more you adore me (yeah) Crazy-ass niggas need to come with a warnin' (come with a warnin') Is he crazy 'bout me or he just crazy? You been trippin' lately (yeah, yeah) Nigga too attached, got him actin' like a titty baby (yeah) Bullet wounds, backstabs, mama died, still sad At war with myself, in my head, bitch, it's Baghdad New nigga tryna come around and play cleaner (hmm) My clothes fit tight, but my heart need a seamstress (ah) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys (yuh, yuh, baow, baow-b-baow) One, never let a nigga see you sweat (never) Two, never let these niggas come between a check (yeah) Three, never let a nigga turn you 'gainst me 'Cause the dick come and go, but I'm ridin' past E', ayy (ridin' past E') Keep that shit player, I'on like gettin' personal Treat 'em like a job, when I get 'em, I'm workin' 'em Niggas love usin' Instagram like a journal (yeah) Just like my ass, niggas talkin' in a circle (baow-b-baow) Why niggas love to talk down? I'on know (I'on know) Like I ain't keepin' all the facts in my phone (baow-b-baow) Like I ain't got the pictures of you beggin' for forgiveness (yeah) I ain't gotta do the most, I know what the real is (I know what the real is) Ain't the jealous type, please don't believe the hype (please) You can't make me mad with some shit that I'ma like (that I'ma like) Don't mean to be intrusive, but you thinkin' you exclusive (ah) When a party ain't a party if my bitches ain't included (ah, ah) Look, why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? (What?) 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song (every bad bitch song), ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down... (baow, baow) Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy (clown) Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it (in my feelings) Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it (get it, get it) Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise (yeah, yeah) We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys (baow, baow-b-baow) Why you wanna do the bad bitch wrong? 'Bout to make this every bad bitch song, ayy Don't you hate when you hold a nigga down Then he switch up on you, turn out to be a clown? Ayy Look, I ain't in my feelings wit' it Turn around, poke it out, bitch, get it, get it Turn up on 'em, make 'em kill the noise We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys We ain't goin' back and forth with the lil' boys

Maybe I'll see you again baby And maybe I won't Maybe you've bought your ticket Gone back to Detroit Airplanes make strangers of us all Give us distance Much too easily. Jim says some destinies Should not be delivered But you and I seen now baby That still they are Winning it makes losers of us all 'Cause the dice roll So indifferently. Well, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel I'll wrap myself in dreams I'll wrap myself in solitude But I wish I could wrap myself In thee. Tonight it's hot, without you Tomorrow'll be cold Winter will come along Driven by snow Love it makes strangers of us all When we part Oh so thoughtlessly Well, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel I'll wrap myself in dreams I'll wrap myself in solitude But I wish I could wrap myself In thee. Once we breathed the breath Of sweet surrender Pure, pure Arab air filled our Atmosphere But pride it makes stars of us all Until we fall For everyone to see. So, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel I'll wrap myself in dreams I'll wrap myself in stranger's arm But I wish I could wrap myself In thee. I'll wrap myself in cities I travel I'll wrap myself in dreams I'll wrap myself in solitude But I wish I could wrap myself In thee.

(Someone's at the door) ahh, who is it? (It's your future lover) come on in (Someone's at the door) ahh, who is it? (It's your future lover) come on in There she goes at the door with the girls (ooh) There she goes, there she goes (ooh) She looks at me I look at her and in that moment (ooh) I think that both of our hearts melt (Someone's at the door) ahh, who is it? (It's your future lover) come on in (Someone's at the door) ahh, who is it? (It's your future lover) come on in She looks around, says she likes what she sees (ooh) I say, "The same it goes for me" (ooh) I asked her, "Do you have a man where you stay?" (Ooh) She says, "I don't, but won't you be?" Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock (Who is it? Who is it?) Who is it? Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, oh (Who is it? Who is it?) Who is it? (It's your new love, baby) yes, it is (Open up your, open up your heart) that's what she said to me (It's your new love baby) it's your new love so, open up your heart (Open up your, open up your heart) so I can come on in, oh, oh (It's your new love, baby) oh, won't you come on in? Won't you come on in, baby? (Open up your, open up your heart) just come on in Come on in, come on in, oh, oh (It's your new love baby) oh (Open up your, open up your heart)

Goodbye, this is the last time I'll walk Through your door Don't regret all the lies you told me before No, no Goodbye, this is the last time you look Into my face There's no grace left here Only the bitterness that Times are changing with Stories ending where New beginnings are unfolding Don't you understand me? I won't come back I won't come back Anymore Goodbye, my great companion My dear friend Hope things work out in your favor 'Till the vеry end Goodbye, this is thе endgame I'm defeated, you are broken Take this song as a token Of my thankfulness Oh my, how we danced How we rallied against all that was flawless No more masquerading I won't pretend no more Or play any more games Our song is over Only echo remains So, I raise my hands and say "Oh my love, fare thee well, my friend"

Check, check, check LilJuMadeDisBeat Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout Niggas ain't real when the shit really count That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo) Free JT (Ayy) Real bitches fuck wit' me (Ayy) I don't do shit for the free, man Y'all niggas gotta pay me (Ayy) Put some respect on my team (Huh) I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy) Bitch, you better learn who run it 'Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy) I keep it realer than real Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel I'm getting money, it is what it is They wanna know how I did what I did Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch) 'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch) Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch) Still hanging with the same crew (Ayy) Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter Hotter any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ahh Yeah (Hmm) I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit (I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit) Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah These hoes know who to play with On the internet, all with the gang shit (Ayy) They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch But when they come around me they don't say shit (Okay) Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out Straight to the top, you cannot reach me Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me Got that big budget with no major deal Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal I am not signing for less than a mil' If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel Dreams, fuck with Kel J-bone, what's the deal? In the section with the bands Bring them girls over here I keep it realer than real Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel I'm getting money, it is what it is They wanna know how I did what I did Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (Bitch) 'Cause I ain't worried bout you (Bitch) Nah, I don't wanna be cool (Bitch) Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy)

MCV, bitch I'm in my act, I wanna dance I'm on that 'gnac, I wanna dance Come get your man before I put him in a trance I'm in my act, I'm on that 'gnac I wanna dance, come get your man Come get your man I woke up paid and pretty (yeah) Hair hanging down to my back (huh) I put it on him last night (woo) He calling me back to back (hey) Bitch, this a new outfit (huh) Turn to the back for a pic', huh Cognac queen, I'm lit, woo Henn' dawg, Henn' dawg, Henn' dawg, Henn' dawg She pullin' up with a 40 (a 40) I'm pullin' up with a shorty (a shorty) I'm fresh off the plane, I'm imported (imported) I'm fucking a baller, we courting I'm making it clap, he record it (damn) And he keep on makin' them noises (yeah) "Damn, fuck, shit, ooh" Drop me a pin, where you at? I'm gonna come 'round like a lac I get in my act on that 'gnac He call me, "Megan Thee Mack" It's turning him on how I rap He doggin' it out, make it fat And he tell me, "Girl, you the best" But I already know what I am, yeah, yeah He know I only wanna Come over, put it on him (woo) I got that whoa-na-na (woo) He drink that shit like water (yeah) I got that supernova That super grip, that choker I got that "ditch yo' bitch" (what?) Tell her I'm coming over I'm in my act, I wanna dance I'm on that 'gnac, I wanna dance Come get your man before I put him in a trance I'm in my act, I'm on that 'gnac I wanna dance, come get your man Come get your man (ayy, ayy, yeah) Cognac queen, huh, cognac queen, ayy Fuck is you saying? The fuck do you mean? I get on that 'gnac, then I lean, ayy Cognac queen, uh, cognac queen, huh Together forever when we on the drink Fuck it, I don't wanna think Top down when I ride (down when I ride) Getting high like a fire (high like a fire) Bitch, I pull up on your boo (bitch, I pull up on your boo) Tell his ass, "Get inside" Let a real bitch slide (let a real bitch slide) Got him drinking out the five (yeah) He know that I'm dropping that game But I'm not gon' tell him a lie (uh-uh) Drink, drink, I been drinking I hit you up when I'm faded I know you're tired of me playing I call you back to back, call you back Until you call me, call me back, baby (mwah) I know it's late, you been waiting My cognac kisses make you crazy These other bitches can't fade me You look good, you look good to me Give me a hug, it feel good to me Call me up, you're too good to me Cut 'em off, I know you would for me He like "Damn, god, damn, girl You should let me gon' be your man, girl" And he know I only agree When I'm getting full of the drink (yeah) Went Courvoisier crazy Got him thinking he my baby Don't care what he saying (no) I'm speaking all body language (body) Fall in love with me, dangerous (yeah) Fuck you like I've been drinking (uh) Cognac on my blankets (yeah) Real bitches don't fake it, ayy, ayy I'm in my act, I wanna dance I'm on that 'gnac, I wanna dance Come get your man before I put him in a trance I'm in my act, I'm on that 'gnac I wanna dance, come get your man Come get your man (yeah) Cognac queen, huh, cognac queen, ayy Fuck is you saying? The fuck do you mean? I get on that 'gnac, then I lean, ayy Cognac queen, huh, cognac queen, yeah Together forever when we on the drink Fuck it, I don't wanna think (uh) Drink, drink, I been drinking I hit you up when I'm faded I know you're tired of me playing I call you back to back, call you back Until you call me, call me back, baby I know it's late, you been waiting My cognac kisses make you crazy These other bitches can't fade me (fade me)