[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] You know how people be sayin' that I, uhm Talk to dead bodies, uh, uh, everybody say that Are you dead? Nah, fuck it, you don't have to say nothin' Anyway, any-, you attack Tech for nothin' Hopsin go through that same shit Aight, we gon' handle this You want somethin' to eat? Aight, get you somethin' to eat Or you might be eaten! [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Niggas in Sacramento don't want it with me Tuckin' a .50 cal, should get me now, I'm 51-50 I bet a nigga won't try me, I like to fry 'em up Line 'em up, bring 'em in front of me, I'ma dye 'em up I put his nuts in a bag and send it to mommy And have her yellin', "What's in the bag?", I'm a tsunami Niggas attackin' my label get wrapped in a cable I'm back in the stable and I'm killin' 'em, crackin' an Eggo (Grrr!) Mad-ass, bad-ass, everybody be wantin' to have that, nah-that Givin' me somethin' to stab at, yeah-that I'ma be huntin' they ass back (Brrat-brrat!) I'ma be somethin' to deal with, real shit See the only way I eat is if I kill shit Me and Tech and Hopsin gon' pop 'em Put 'em right in the lake, "Hey, don't drop 'em" Told 'em not to fuck with us, nigga [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne] Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] He said he wanted K.O.D. to come do this... Ok People don't feel me, I think I'm really Michael Myers You think it's silly, not givin' a fuck until the psycho fires When I go higher, you said to me, "Why do you need a rifle, sire?" My pill is to kill a man, I'm illin', yeah, snipe your eye, I light your fire Leave us, now he's after Jesus-ah Happy Holidays, I am f'ing Ebenezer-hah Oh, what a teaser, he was not a bleeder But you need to believe that I feed, I'm eager-hah, hah Yeah, I heard what he said He ain't able to spit another verse when he dead Burnt a nigga, serve him the curb then he bled With Bourbon, I swerve to put his virgin into bed! (Cha!) Yeah (Cha!), you niggas gotta be kiddin' me, not even hittin' me 'Bout to get your bodily stiff and thee ought to be kissin' me ass bad That'll be sad because the nigga's about to get stabbed, jab! Why do they persist, Lynch? When they know that we'll kill 'em all [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne] Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) [Verse 3: Hopsin] I was brought up as a man that loved to laugh Greetin' everybody with a handshake (Hello) Until I built a fan base, now I gotta deal with Groupie niggas I run into every damn day! (Rampage) I swear to God I'm hopin' to leave a niggas rib cracked How the fuck they find out where I live at? Motherfuckers all up in my bidness every minute When I be chillin' with women they be comin' up tryin' to chitchat Get back! Oh, shit, what the fuck did I get into? No autographs, I'm tryin' to chill with my friends, dude Yeah, don't surround me, I can't move Can't you see I'm tryin' to get to my vehicle? Please let the man through! I ain't feelin' no sorry and I finna go hit up my nigga Lynch I'ma borrow a knife and startle the lives of anybody buggin' me I don't know if I'ma kick 'em or cut 'em, man, it's hard to decide I'ma start to devise a method of deadly weapons No question about it, you run up then you gon' get affected Go step in the ring if you fools dare to You gon' second-guess on takin' a picture with me 'cause you too scared to (Aight, ayy, hold up my, nigga, ayy) What's up, man (You nigga Hop, right?) Yeah (The white contacts skating on a skateboard) Ayy, I gotta go real quick (Can I get a picture with you, my-?) Nah, man, get outta my-, get the fuck out of my face, fool! [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Tech N9ne] Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Grrr!) Niggas' about to get stabbed (Errrrrr!) Brotha Lynch Hung on Twitter - http://twitter.com/BrothaLynchHung Facebook - http://facebook.com/therealBrothaLync... Instagram - http://instagram.com/brothalynchhung

[Verse 1] Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt Still a little hard to say what's going on Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed You step a little closer each day That I can't say what's going on [Chorus] Stones taught me to fly Love, it taught me to lie Life, it taught me to die So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannonball [Verse 2] Still a little bit of your song in my ear Still a little bit of your words I long to hear You step a little closer to me So close that I can't see what's going on [Chorus] Stones taught me to fly Love, it taught me to lie And life taught me to die So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannon... Stones taught me to fly Love, it taught me to cry So come on, courage! Teach me to be shy [Outro] 'Cause it's not hard to fall And I don't wanna scare her It's not hard to fall And I don't wanna lose It's not hard to grow When you know that you just don't know Follow Damien Rice on: Facebook https://DamienRice.lnk.to/Facebook Twitter https://DamienRice.lnk.to/Twitter Instagram https://DamienRice.lnk.to/Instagram YouTube https://DamienRice.lnk.to/YouTube https://DamienRice.lnk.to/Website

[Verse 1] I worry I weigh three times my body I worry I throw my fear around But this morning There's a calm I can't explain The rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain Ooo-ooo Ooo-ooo [Verse 2] By the time I recognize this moment This moment will be gone But I will bend the light pretending that it somehow lingered on When all I got's Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo [Chorus] And I will wait to find If this will last forever And I will wait to find If this will last forever And I will pay no mind When it won't and it won't because it can't It just can't It's not supposed to [Verse 3] Was there a second of time that I looked around? Did I sail through or drop my anchor down? Was anything enough to kiss the ground And say I'm here now? And she is here now Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo [Bridge] So much wasted in the afternoon So much sacred in the month of June How 'bout you, oh? [Chorus] And I will wait to find If this will last forever, yeah And I will wait to find That it won't and it won't And it won't And I will pay no mind Worried 'bout no rainy weather And I will waste no time Remaining in our lives together Follow John Mayer: http://johnmayer.com http://facebook.com/johnmayer http://twitter.com/johnmayer http://instagram.com/johnmayer http://jhnmyr.tumblr.com http://snapchat.com/add/JohnTheKangaroo http://tiktok.com/@johnmayer http://sobrock.net

[Verse 1] Were you crushed? Did I rush you? [Pre-Chorus] All my time is yours My twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours The shameless fits of love that only smother you for moments Til I fold them up and leave All yours [Chorus] Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to know Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to know [Verse 2] Show your scars Not to rush you [Pre-Chorus] The hieroglyphic hints in all the toilet scrawl Guilty little pins And all the things I never talk about are spilling with the gin Test how tough you are All yours [Chorus] Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to know Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to know Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to know Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to ask, didn't you? Oh, you had to know You might also like ​unison Gang of Youths ​the angel of 8th ave. Gang of Youths Achilles Come Down Gang of Youths [Instrumental] [Outro] Not to rush you Follow Gang of Youths: Spotify: https://goy.ffm.to/spotify.oyd Apple: https://goy.ffm.to/applemusic.oyd Website: https://goy.ffm.to/website.oyd Facebook: https://goy.ffm.to/facebook.oyd Twitter: https://goy.ffm.to/twitter.oyd Instagram: https://goy.ffm.to/instagram.oyd Merchandise: https://goy.ffm.to/store.oyd Join Gang of Youths mailing List: https://goy.ffm.to/mailinglist.oyd Gang of Youths on tour: https://goy.ffm.to/shows.oyd