Are Birdman and Toni Braxton Married? Twitter Thinks So


Birdman and Toni Braxton are married because Twitter broke the news that they are.

After reading this article you may be advised to take this news with a grain of salt. Neither Birdman nor Toni Braxton have confirmed that they exchanged vow. The pair has been dating for a few months now and sources are saying that the Cash Money Records honcho is so smitten that he is changing his entire lifestyle for her. Just a few days ago Baby revealed on Instagram that he is planning to remove all the tattoos from his face and remove the grills from his teeth.

On Tuesday night, several news sites reported that the pair tied the knot and the folks on Twitter pretty much went nuts over the news. Again, neither Birdman or Braxton have confirmed anything, they never even confirmed that they are dating. In fact, a representative for the R&B icon said that she is dating but didn’t confirm who she was seeing. Braxton has a new single out “Deadwood” which will be on her upcoming album “Sex & Cigarettes.”

Birdman was previously married to Keri Lewis, but the couple divorced in 2013 after twelve years of marriage. The couple has two sons, Denim, 14, and Diesel, 15. Since then the music executive has been linked to some famous women like Kimora Lee Simmons, Trina, and Keyshia Cole. Recently, Tamar Braxton added some fuel to the rumors when she referred to Birdman as her brother-in-law in an interview on The Wendy Williams show. Twitter has been reacting to the married news and the reactions are… See below for yourself.

Ladies, you have to stand for something, or you will fall for anything! ? #Deadwood

A post shared by Toni Braxton (@tonibraxton) on Oct 9, 2017 at 7:09pm PDT

Toni Braxton and Birdman getting married is proof money can buy you love. And I’m not mad at it. pic.twitter.com/tQhYpbXfFo

— Veronica Carrington (@TanyaMiecy) October 17, 2017

1996 me: I'm going to marry Toni Braxton

2017 me: pic.twitter.com/piztRqt7DZ

— Denzel Washedington (@Jam_Brandon) October 17, 2017

Toni Braxton marrying Birdman is an example of something thats not my business but I feel they should have consulted me before that decision

— Autumn (@koshkosh_) October 17, 2017

Me: I can’t believe Trump is President. This is the weirdest thing that’s happened in 2017.

Toni Braxton & Birdman: Hold our beers

— ?l' QWERTY Bastard (@TheDiLLon1) October 17, 2017

If Toni Braxton likes it then I love it pic.twitter.com/pfCNiGXprb

— ShortyWise ? (@ShortyMamba24) October 17, 2017

Birdman proposing to Toni Braxton:

"So is we married or is we husband and wife"

— NUFF (@nuffsaidNY) October 17, 2017

Me once I learned Toni Braxton and Birdman are now married. pic.twitter.com/nUIlI0lCF5

— Kevin Holmes (@kholmesKSHB) October 17, 2017

Twitter: Birdman and Toni Braxton are now married.

Me: pic.twitter.com/RJKn0hVsm4

— Itsloudinsidemyhead (@itsShirleyBIH) October 17, 2017

Toni Braxton and Birdman? Unbreak my heart Toni Braxton?!?!?! pic.twitter.com/8rGpEYP0n3

— PK (@Pe_Kayy) October 17, 2017

Tory Lanez Ft. Future – Real Thing Lyrics


(Verse 1: Tory Lanez)
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pu**y when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna f**k because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna f**k her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pu**y squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the sh*t so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird b*tches disrespect me
When you know I curve b*tches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a ni**a f**k her in a fresh tee
A ni**a mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 2: Future)
F**k her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad b*tches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 3: Tory Lanez)
I got a thick, thick, thick, white b*tch
My sh*t lit than a b*tch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my ni**as out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your b*tch, dawg
She been throwing that sh*t at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, sh*t is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex b*tch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
f**k it, tell a b*tch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

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

That Bag Lyrics feat. Hustle Gang, Young Thug, T.I., Young Dro & Trev Case


(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
I was just poppin my sh*t
I was just fucking on your b*tch, oh ya
Ni**a hatin but they won’t say nothing (ye, ye)
Ni**a talking but they ain’t spray nothing (brr)
I’m poppin pills sh*t and I can take your b*tch
I’m on a high horse, I got em round a bench (what)
I’m half against sh*t and who the hell is this?
I got a lot of water we can paddle it
Big sh*t poppin you know luscious topping, ey
I’m from Texas, Houston with a lot of water down
Look what I just started, ey
And there’s no disrespect, but I’m at a ni**a neck
If they ever try to check, If they ever try to press
I’ma cop the big bag and get wet

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 2: T. I.)
Okay, kick more sh*t than a little bit
Spend a big bank roll on a little b*tch
And I don’t wanna see that it ain’t worth a hundred G
Cuz I ain’t interested in the bullsh*t
Live in (?), I did what you all to my ni**a
Where I’m from, get killed how you talk
In the minute, my ni**as remind you of O’Dog (?)
Ain’t got no braids but still got them extensions
Extensions, extensions, extensions, extensions
Ahead on the focal, gon handle their business
I’m triple OG and still in my 30’s
Still in these streets and still riding dirty
And I don’t want your b*tch in for pu**y for real
No willing for me
Lil Dukey show, say I got you know he do with retail
Don’t fuck, bring that back, I mean I’m in a hurry

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 3: Young Dro)

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

SZA Feat. dvsn – The Weekend (Remix) Lyrics


(Verse 1: SZA)
You say you got a girl
How you want me?
How you want me when you got a girl?
The feelin’ is wreckless
Of knowin’ it’s selfish
Knowin’ I’m desperate
Gettin’ all in your love
Fallin’ all over love, like
Do it ’til it hurts less
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin’ home?
Is you out with her?
I don’t care long as you’re here by
10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want

(Chorus: SZA)
My man is my man is your man
Heard it’s her man too
My man is my man is your man
Heard that’s her man
Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend
You’re like 9 to 5, I’m the weekend
Make him lose his mind every weekend
You take Wednesday, Thursday
Then just send him my way
Think I got it covered for the weekend

(Verse 2: dvsn)
Said I’d leave, I wasn’t ready yet
I wish me and her hadn’t already met
I been tryna get my mind right, but
While you standing there naked in the mirror for me
Got a body that’ll make anybody forgive
And I really got nothing to go off
But the feels, but the feels, but the feelings
Clothes off
God knows a ni**a doing so wrong
Whatever me and her had is so gone
Ain’t really had a friend in so long
But at least you come
But at least you come through
But at least you come
When you cum I cum too
Then I come to my senses
But I don’t want to end this
Tell me if you’re free sometime this weekend

(Outro: dvsn)
She been working nights on the weekend
Always picking fights on the weekend
Beefin’ every Friday
Then I think about it
She might have somebody on the weekends

24hrs Feat. T-Pain – Go Up Lyrics


(Intro: 24hrs)
24hrs and you know it’s T-Pain
Oh woah
Let me see you do that, right now

(Chorus: 24hrs)
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down

(Post-Chorus: 24hrs + T-Pain)
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
Then come down

(Verse 1: 24hrs)
Ay, Twenty, you know that I been working hard
Climbing up and down that pole, whew
Clothes come off, spend a whole bunch of money
If you kiss her, I’mma blow more money
You know I like what you do
I’m not gon’ ever, judge you
Drop top two seater, just us two
I came, tonight, to find your type
I’m Twenty, this no hype
Umbrella, umbrella, let’s make it rain
It’s 24hrs, and it’s T-Pain
Just you and your friends
Go down

(Chorus: 24hrs)
Then go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down

(Post-Chorus: 24hrs + T-Pain)
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
Then come down

(Verse 2: T-Pain)
I’m up in the air like that McDonalds sign, look like open legs
Girl, I been drinking straight Henny all day, put that Coke in there
You see that sunshine make me unwind, I stay woke in there
Girl, put that gun down, that ain’t allowed, in the (?)
That bad little sinner, damn, that ain’t enough for a ni**a, how would I spend a whole million
Spend a whole million, I’m tryna show you my vision, daily threesomes with Brazilians
I’m on that west coast production sh*t
Tell that hoe she can suck a dick
The price just going up a bit
And you know that meat looking succulent
You ain’t never lied
She wanna ride on that Pain train, said she never tried
She said me and God like the same thing, she feels so alive
But I leave her dead in the bed
And I leave the bread on her head
Tell her next time the prices better not

(Chorus: 24hrs)
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down
Go up
Then come down

(Post-Chorus: 24hrs + T-Pain)
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
I’m not judging you
Yeah, but them prices going down
Then come down

Wu-Tang Clan Feat. R-Mean & Mzee Jones “G’d Up” Lyrics


(Intro: Method Man)
Allah Math, dig it

(Verse 1: Method Man)
My block is G’d up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper don’t need much
But still need a calculator to keep up
Je-sus; I’m doing me, B.I.G
Hit Little Caesar after I hit this tree up
Me, I get my cheese up
Puff the buddha, I get my G up
My team in the building until the lease up
Look, you think this method ain’t pro-lific then pro-hibit
See I’m (?) but like my daddy no different
A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure
Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers
To quote Jigga I goes hard, I blow Swishers
I blow that trigger, your whole squad could go with you
Ay, Dio mío, I’m a hell of a flow spitter
You ain’t my people, I don’t care if you know RZA
‘Cause at the end of the day
I’m a problem boy, stay out of my way
Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space
And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face

(Pre-Hook Sample)
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap sh*t
And every borough, state, town, prison, map sh*t

(Hook: Mzee Jones)
Drink sippin’, no slippin’, weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin’
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin’, rollie copy
Wig rockin’, big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life – yeah

(Verse 2: R-Mean)
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
We known to do this
The flow is losing, it’s so abusive
Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish
I over do this, fuck a moderation
Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration
Meth-Tical, (All Dash?), Allah Math
Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God’s path
These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose
I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous
But we knowing the mean, the leader’s showing ya
King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia
Blunt condition chronic and I don’t mean that pneumonia
So shorty you and your friend
I’m bout to leave with the both of ya
She tell me that she need me
They always come right back
B**ches get repo’d quicker than Tyga’s Lamborghini
We eating lobster and shrimp
Rappers is Ramadan
Too raw, I shouldn’t spit without a condom on
The type of rookie that’s respected by the veterans
‘Cause dog I ain’t a rookie, I’m a motherfucking veteran
Light up the medicine, just know you’ve been warned
‘Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it’s on

(Pre-Hook Sample)
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder ni**as, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap sh*t
And every borough, state, town, prison, map sh*t

(Hook: Mzee Jones)
Drink sippin’, no slippin’, weed, women
No kidding, big business, tops missing
Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin’
Welcome to the big boy life
Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin’, rollie copy
Wig rockin’, big talking, cash dropping
Welcome to the big boy life – yeah

Dreezy Feat. 6LACK & Kodak Black “Spar” Lyrics


(Intro: Kodak Black)
Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I’m sayin’
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Ya feel me, the complexity and sh*t
I like the topic
Kodak Black man

(Hook: 6LACK)
Look my word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 1: 6LACK)
This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
So many sides to this sh*t, not here for the popular sh*t
Your own people will ask, “When you gon’ ‘Pac for this sh*t”
Before I die, I’ma teach, I light a blunt then I preach
Ain’t no facade you can see, that I can only be me
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon’ be a queen
I’m tryna get sh*t together, so she can have anything

(Hook: 6LACK)
My word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I ain’t a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 2: Dreezy)
I take this life how it come
Got heart but still won’t show love
If I tell people where I’m from, they might think I gotta gun
Got J’s that’s still in the box
No tax or bands on my ones
I took my feelings out this sh*t and put my trust in my funds
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
Don’t need glasses, see what I see
Told me at ten, what I wasn’t gon’ be
Ni**a ain’t make the league, so we turn to the streets
Cops wanna blast ‘fore they see ya I.D
Might do the race ‘fore a ni**a catch me
Damn if it be another R.I.P
It’s a black/white world but I only see green
Killers gettin’ off innocent, when the clip showin’ that he did the sh*t
Try to talk and they ain’t listenin’ but they’ll point it out if you get ignorant
f**k with you if you a benefit
That’s why I pay off cash at the dealership
But I got money stashed for the bail and sh*t
But I’ma write it off, good penmanship
Can’t say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
This can’t be, “Land of the free”
If kneeling might cost your position
I’m supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, “Sons of bitches”
And when my Unc’ came home from prison
For the same sh*t y’all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp ni**as tryna put the dot on us
We pourin’ Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, “Scratch ya lottos up”
But the bible says it goes full circle
I’ma tryna find me a good purpose

(Hook: Dreezy)
My word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, you can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 3: Kodak Black)
Ain’t old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain’t old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Told magazines that got me in articles
When I’m in Washington D.C., I’m doing fraud n’ stuff
Ain’t worried bout Donald Trump
Ain’t worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain’t got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin’ bonkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us
I feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs and 6th grade, fightin’ the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade ni**a, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade ni**a, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, ni**a I die for us, ni**a I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us ni**a and I’ll die for us ni**a

Sugar Ray – Fly (feat. Super Cat)

All around the world statues crumble for me
Who knows how long I’ve loved you
Everywhere I go people stop and they see
Twenty-five years old my mother God rest her soul

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby

Dance a little stranger, show me where you’ve been
Love can make you hostage wanna do it again
There’s no time to think about the starting or the end
We’ll find out I’m told, my mother she told me so

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just want to fly
I just want to fly

All around the world, statues crumble for me
Who knows how long I’ve loved you
Everyone I know has been so good to me
Twenty-five years old, my mother God rest her soul

I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me, baby
I just want to fly
I just want to fly
I just want to fly
I just want to fly
I just want to fly

Social Distortion – Bad Luck

Some people like to gamble,
But you, you always lose.
Some people like to rock ‘n’ roll,
You’re always singin’ the blues
You gotta nasty disposition,
No one really knows the reason why,
You gotta bad, bad reputation,
Gonna hang your head down and cry

You got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
You got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck

Thirteen’s my lucky number,
To you it means stay inside.
Black cat done crossed my path,
No reason to run and hide.

You’re looking through a cracked mirror,
No one really knows the reason why.
Your enemies are gettin’ nearer,
Gonna hang down your head and cry

You got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
You got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck

Some people go to church on Sundays,
Others they pray at home.

You tell them that there ain’t no God,
That they’re better off standin’ alone.
You’re always scratchin’ at the eight ball,
No one really knows the reason why.
You get to the top and then you fall,
Gonna hang down your head and cry.

Slipknot – Wait And Bleed

I’ve felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed.
I felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed.

Goodbye!

I wipe it of on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I can’t control my shakes, how the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn’t like this
Is it a dream or a memory?

I felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander around where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

Get outta my head cuz I don’t need this
Why didn’t I see this? I’m a victim – Manchurian candidate
I – have – sinned – by – just
Makin’ my mind up and takin’ your breath away!

I felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander around where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed
I felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear that stone of leaves
I wander out where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed.

Goodbye!

You haven’t learned a thing
I haven’t changed a thing
My flesh was in my bones
The pain was always free
You haven’t learned a thing
I haven’t changed a thing
My flesh was in my bones
The pain was always free

I felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can’t see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed
I felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wander out where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed.

AND IT WAITS FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Savage Chop – Relationship Goalz

[Verse 1]
I said I love what you are
And I love what you ain’t
Baby, we can do it
You should never say we can’t

[Hook]
We got what they call
Relationship goals
Oh, relationship goals
Relationship goals
Relationship goals
Yeah, yeah
Hold up for a second
Break this shit down, hey

[Verse 2]
I’m just a young nigga in love, what it look like, baby?
I’m infatuated with nice things and you one of ’em, baby
Can you believe I calmed down a lot lately?

[Hook]
We got what they call
Relationship goals
Oh, relationship goals
Relationship goals
Relationship goals
Yeah, yeah
Hold up for a second
Break this shit down, hey

[Verse 3]
Pull up on you late night just because it feel right, baby
You presidential with this shit, I call you first lady
You my prized possession
So it ain’t hard to tell that you the one

[Hook]
We got what they call
Relationship goals
Oh, relationship goals
Relationship goals
Relationship goals
Yeah, yeah
Hold up for a second
Break this shit down, hey

[Interlude]
Yeah yeah, see look
We can’t even be together if we ain’t best friends, period
See we got that, that’s why they look up to us
Relationship goals, hashtag
Nah foreal! haha

[Hook]
We got what they call
Relationship goals
Oh, relationship goals
Relationship goals
Relationship goals
Yeah, yeah
Hold up for a second
Break this shit down, hey

Trevor Jackson – B&W (Benz And My Wallet)

[Verse 1]
First things first I’m a real one
I should’ve known that you would try to play me
I should’ve known that you would leave in silence
Like a thief in the night with no surveillance

[Chorus 1]
You took my Benz and my wallet
You took my Benz and my wallet
You took my Benz and my wallet (Yeah)
You took my Benz and my wallet, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
You took my Benz and my wallet
She put the nails in my coffin
She took my Benz and my wallet

[Pre-Chorus]
There goes my love
And all my trust
Should’ve never gave it up
Now I’m sipping off a double cup
She was everything to me; my identity
Can’t believe she really got me
I was Batman, didn’t know she was Robbin

[Chorus 2]
You took my Benz and my wallet
You took my Benz and my wallet
You took my Benz and my wallet (Yeah)
She drove my Benz, took my wallet, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t believe her when she says she’s sorry, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
She took my Benz and my wallet
In love is what we used to be
I used to poke
She dropped it low
Now she’s just my enemy
She did the most
I got too close
Won’t let it happen again
All for the show
Fall down it slow
Swear it won’t happen again

[Bridge]
How could you take all my love?
How could you take all my love, baby?
How could you take all my trust? (My trust)
She took my Benz and my wallet
She took my Benz and my wallet
She took my Benz and my wallet
Now I’m just sitting in my apartment
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
There goes my love
And all my trust
Should’ve never gave it up
Now I’m sipping off a double cup
She was everything to me; my identity
Can’t believe she really got me
I was Batman, didn’t know she was Robbin

[Chorus 3]
You took my Benz and my wallet
You took my Benz and my wallet
You took my Benz and my wallet (Yeah)
She drove my Benz, took my wallet, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t believe her when she says she’s sorry, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
She took my Benz and my wallet
In love is what we used to be
I used to poke
She dropped it low
Now she’s just my enemy
She did the most
I got too close
Won’t let it happen again
All for the show
Fall down it slow
Swear it won’t happen again

[Bridge]
How could you take all my love?
How could you take all my love, baby?
How could you take all my trust? (My trust)
But she took my Benz and my wallet
She took my Benz and my wallet
She took my Benz and my wallet
I’m all alone in my apartment
I didn’t know I was a target
I should’ve known she did the [?]
She was at the pillows talkin’
Sleepy Hallow, she Christopher Walken
I was a dead man walkin’
Dead man walkin’

Benz and my wallet
She took my Benz and my wallet
She took my Benz and my wallet
She took my Benz and my wallet

[Outro]
How could you take all my love?
How could you?
Lay up

Baka Not Nice – I Am Who I Am

[Verse 1]
N—-s wanna hate now
Cause they cannot be the mans yeah
Chase like I’m the man yah
Golden like the rent yeah
Give a f–k about two cents
Or the money that I do spend
Virginia black with the ice that’s the new blend
Like I’m bout to start a new trend
Ah man ah man
Keep the work by the fan
Keep the hammer in my hand
Ah man ah man
I got different plans
Used to pull up with the white
Now I pull up with the bands

[Hook/Chorus]
Cause I am who I am
I’m the man, I’m the man
So they all want to pretend now
Cause I am who I am yah
Got b—–s on my gram yeah “got b—–s!”
Cause I am who I am yah
I’m the man, I’m the man “yah n—a!”
So they all want to pretend now “pretend n—a”
Cause I am who I am

[Verse 2]
Got a (?) on back
And a Mac on my back
Got em wacked, hollow tips on the strap
Talking to the feds we know you n—-s rats
Stack up the racks, double up on the packs
You come to my block, that my be your last stop
I got the drop on your stash spot, take your tings and your laptop
I got different plans, used to pull up with the pints
Now I pull up with the bands

[Hook/Chorus]
Cause I am who I am
I’m the man, I’m the man
So they all want to pretend now
Cause I am who I am

K.Flay – Giver (Lyric Video)

Called my brother, yelling out
I fell in love and then fell out
And I don’t know if I can take the hit
I let a stranger in my bed
I pretended you were him
Cause I needed to feel wanted

I gotta oh, I gotta find another way
I’m learning to live
I’m trying to be better
I’m learning to give
But I don’t know if I’m a giver

Every day’s another shot
But all I do is fuck it up
Screaming cause I’ve got it too good to cry
I put the medicine inside my head
Apologize for all the things I said
Girl it takes guts to just survive

I gotta oh, I gotta find another way
I’m learning to live
I’m trying to be better
I’m learning to give
But I don’t know if I’m a giver

I got so much soul in my body
But no one keeping me honest
And whole days turn into holes in my mind
I got high hopes lots of potential
I’m high, broke, searching for symbols
And I will not let go of what is mine