The Beatles – Medley: Kansas City/Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ah, Kansas City
Going to get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
I’m going to Kansas City
Going to get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
Well, it’s a long, long, time
Since my baby’s been gone

[Verse 2]
Ah, Kansas City
Going to to get my baby one time
Yeah, yeah
I’m going to Kansas City
Going to get my baby one time
Yeah, yeah
It’s just a one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, wah

[Chorus] [x2]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, baby, woo no clown
I say you’re no clown
Now, now, now, now
Tell me baby
What’s been wrong with you

[Outro]
Well, I’ll say bye
Bye, bye, baby bye, bye
Oh, so long
Bye, bye, baby I’m gone
Yeah, I said
Bye, bye, baby, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Well, I’ll say bye
Bye, bye, baby bye, bye

Denzel Curry – CLOUT COBAIN | CLOUT CO13A1N Lyrics

[Video Intro]
I give you, Denzel Curry!

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man I been on my own, Lord, I’ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it’s been so damn long, dealing with the things I’ve felt

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
SuWoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella bass, I need hella pain
You gon’ wanna cry, I’ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
SuWoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella bass, I need hella pain
You gon’ wanna cry, I’ma make it rain

[Verse 1]
I don’t even know what to feel
They don’t even know what’s real
Dry tears with a dollar bill
I’m out tryna make a mill’, oh
Why you wanna take my soul? I’m yelling out “hell no!”
I can’t even trust my friends, most of them might be foes

[Bridge]
Watch these hoes when they say they wanna lie to me
I don’t know who’s the one that wanna plot on me
I stay low so my demons don’t acknowledge me
When I go, I know death don’t do apologies

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man I been on my own, Lord, I’ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it’s been so damn long, dealing with the things I felt

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
SuWoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella bass, I need hella pain
You gon’ wanna cry, I’ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
SuWoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella bass, I need hella pain
You gon’ wanna cry, I’ma make it rain

[Verse 2]
Know when it rains, it pours
They wanna go to war for things that they can’t afford
I gotta grab the sword, preach
I gotta thank the lord, I gotta go record (heat)
I wanna be fly to soar ’cause niggas be trying to floor me
People be thinkin’ that I won the lottery
So paranoid, I don’t know who be plotting on me
I don’t know what trapped the virtue
I’m feeling like Raichu ’cause everything shocking to me
Gotta be aware of the wicked, the time will be ticking
Them niggas still clocking on me
Lord is my witness, I handle my business
You niggas ain’t never ball blocking on me

[Pre Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man I been on my own, Lord, I’ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it’s been so damn long, dealing with the things I’ve felt

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
SuWoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella bass, I need hella pain
You gon’ wanna cry, I’ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
SuWoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella bass, I need hella pain
You gon’ wanna cry, I’ma make it rain

[Outro]
Clout Cobain, yeah
Clout Cobain, yeah

Galantis – Mama Look at Me Now Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I was younger no one ever
Could tell me how to live my life
I started trouble, that’s what young
Kids do and I was young alright
And my teacher said I’d be a faliure
They called my mama just to tell her
“Oh, your son is trouble, there’s no doubt
He’s never gonna leave this town”

[Chorus]
Well, mama look at me now
Catch me waving from the sky in a brand new G5
Mama look at me now
They said that kid was on slide, but he’s doing alright
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now

[Verse 2]
When I was younger no one ever
Could tell me how to live my life
I told my mama not to worry ’bout my world outside
They gave me pills to make me better
They called my mama just to tell her
“Oh, your son is trouble, good for nothing
He ain’t ever gonna leave this town”

[Chorus]
Well, mama look at me now
Catch me waving from the sky in a brand new G5
Mama look at me now
They said that kid was on slide, but he’s doing alright
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now
Mama look at me now

Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
They prolly gonna call this hate
But people hate the truth
Fuck it

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Promotin’ lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
“Do what a I say, not as I do” type artist
Y’all are locus, poisonin’ the youth for clicks
What’s your addiction got to do with always postin’ it?
Smilin’, playin’ games, makin’ skits, makin’ jokes wit it
But you can’t say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin’ it
Y’all just the grams’ drug abusers and how-to’s, y’all condonin’ it
How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin’ it?
Now I won’t say that you’re facadin’ the pain
But you definitely postin’ drugs as a marketing game
You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, not me
You raisin’ the next generation of addicts on IG
I promise you, that’s not the very promisin’ you
You hate the truth, that’s why the truth is botherin’ you
I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Lotta rappers tellin’ on themselves for likes, it’s a gimmick
You don’t use guns, it just helps sell the image
If you really pullin’ triggers, you don’t post guns
‘Cause you know they’ll use that image to take your from home, umm
You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
You the tough guy that always stay strapped
Yeah, I see you do it
You post gats in texts
Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
Makin’ some pots, braggin’ ’bout some modified shit
In the hopes that it’ll provoke some more Spotify hits
From the impressionable youth, that is followin’ you
‘Cause you ain’t scarin’ no one grown, and no one true
This ain’t news to anybody in the know, uh
But there is rules, you all is fuckin’ up the code, uh
The only thing y’all would ever shoot is the messenger
A lot of kid’s favorite rapper is a wrestler

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3]
Lotta rapers are broke, flyin’ coach and be postin’
Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
Always showin’ twenties with fives and ones
You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
Flip through it, charge the denomination
You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
I know your deals ’cause these lawyers talk
You ain’t a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
Y’all in royalty splits, ’cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
Now you signed to a guy, that’s signed to a company, and they got gluttony
They ‘gon eat and give you what’s left, I feel the oven heat
From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
You don’t own shit from you masses and your account
Plus y’all don’t tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin’
No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin’

[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it