Anyway (feat. OTG Dexter) - Keiths WRLD

Damaged goods I never thought I'd see the light Broken pieces You put me back together right, yeah Seeing through your eyes, makin' me feel like That all my wrongs, they might be right You accept my flaws, and that's how I know That you gon' hold me down for life No matter what I do or say You love me anyway And every part I wanna change You love me all the same Through the good times and the pain We can get through anything No matter what I do or say You love me anyway You love me anyway You love me anyway We could be a beautiful disaster, yeah (oh) I don't mind, 'cause nothing feels better, yeah, alright Seeing through your eyes, makin' me feel like That all my wrongs, they might be right You accept my flaws, and that's how I know That you gon' hold me down for life No matter what I do or say You love me anyway And every part I wanna change You love me all the same Through the good times and the pain We can get through anything No matter what I do or say You love me anyway (anyway...) You love me anyway You love me anyway You love me anyway No matter what I do or say You love me anyway And every part I wanna change You love me all the same Through the good times and the pain We can get through anything No matter what I do or say You love me anyway

Yeah Ich komm in die Booth wie ein Mikrofonständer, haha, Ständer (haha) Ich bin wie ein Gangster-Rapper, denn ich war noch niemals ein Gangster (niemals) Deine Mutter ist wie WLAN von McDonalds, Homie (huh), jeder darf rein (jeder) Ich bin Ü30, ist ne Party scheiße, geh ich halt heim (true story) Ich hab kein Bock mit den Arschlöchern rumzureden (niemals) Ich hab nur Bock diese Arschlöcher umzulegen (Peng, Peng) Sieh, ich winke die Taxen ran, seitdem ich das ganze Geld hab Denn ich verdien jetzt ganz okay, so wie ein Angestellter (ganz okay) Ich sitze bei Dexi und trinke den Rotwein, als wär ich ein Anwalt (Einspruch) Dann lasse ich mir von ihm Pillen verschreiben, als wär das 'ne Anstalt (uh) Leute fragen (huh): "Was ist dein Signature Move?" (Bitte verrate es uns) Und ich sage: "Ähh, ich fick deine Crew" (yeah) Echten Männern geht es nur noch um Testosteron (Testosteron) Scheiß drauf, was in Büchern steht, wir leugnen heute die Evolution (Evolution) Alles nur euer Problem (euer Problem) Gar nicht mein Ding (gar nicht mein Ding) Ich bin der King (ja ich bin's), wie der Vater von Prince Dexi und Fatoni (-toni), holla an die Jungs (holla) Das bleibt alles da (kann nicht weg), das ist alles Kunst (alles Kunst) Wir ballern Lines (ballern Lines), wir ballern rum Peng Peng, alle fallen um Dexi und Fatoni (-toni), holla an die Jungs (holla) Das bleibt alles da (kann nicht weg), das ist alles Kunst (alles Kunst; ja) Wir ballern Lines (Lines), wir ballern rum (rum; yeah-yeah) Peng Peng (yeah), alle fallen um (yeah, Dexi) Morgens um sieben, du gehst zu dei'm Job in 'nem rosa'nem Hemd (oder lachsfarbend) Yung Dexter, beim Metzger, bekommt eine Scheibe Lyoner geschenkt (Danke) Warst die letzten Jahrzehnte ein Komapatient Jetzt ist die goldene Ära vorbei Und der "hell of a guy" von damals ist heute ein Typ, der im Wohnwagen pennt (wach auf) Ich komme in die Booth wie Ronald McDonald, holla at you (holla at you) Yes Homie, Dexter und Fatoni wieder mal toller als du (toller als du) Reime sind simpel, Inhalt egal, denn es rollt wie ein Zug (toot toot) Und solange mir alle bei Instagram folgen ist cool, der Erfolg steht mir gut (pretty Dexi) Ich war nie an der Börse, nehm nur Bares, geb die Gage (zwei Gs) Stell keine Fragen über mein privates oder meine Haare (geht dich gar nix an) Dass ich unter meinem Versace Bademantel quasi gar nix an hab (quasi gar nix) Liegt daran das ich gerade ein Bad in meinem Money genommen hab (Shampoo mit Gold) In dem einem Track sag ich, dass Geld mir nicht wichtig ist (wichtig ist) In dem anderen sag ich, dass Geld mir sehr wichtig ist, was da jetzt richtig Bitch? (Was jetzt?) Kein'n Plan, ich schreib nur Bars, die ich witzig find (lol) Und ein Feature-Part für Toni ist fucking nichts für mich (nichts) Dexi und Fatoni (Dexi), holla an die Jungs (-toni) Das bleibt alles da (kann nicht weg), das ist alles Kunst (alles Kunst) Wir ballern Lines (ich rede nicht von Drogen), wir ballern rum (Peng) Peng Peng (Peng), alle fallen um Dexi und Fatoni (-toni), holla an die Jungs (holla) Das bleibt alles da (alles da), das ist alles Kunst (alles Kunst) Wir ballern Lines (no Coke), wir ballern rum (no joke) Peng Peng, alle fallen um Peng Peng, alle fallen- (uh)

We The Best Music They ain't believe in us Juice WRLD did (we did nigga, haha) DJ Khaled DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God) Ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) I'ma do my thing (I'ma do my, uh) Married to this cash (married to this, uh) I'ma buy it a ring (let's go, let's go) My dreads, they hang (let's go, let's go) Like Shabba Ranks (Shabba Ranks) My gun Chief Keef (yeah) The bitch go bang-bang (b-b-b-bow) I rap, I sing (uh) With the clan like it's Wu-Tang (uh) But I hate niggas like Klu Klux (uh) Run up on me, I don't give two fucks (at all) Choppa leave a nigga so fucked up (what else?) Sewed up (what else?), sewed up (what else?) Toe up, from the floor up (uh-huh) Sip lean 'til I throw up (uh-huh) After I throw up, I'm gon' pour up (yeah) I need another one (uh) Heat up on my hip, I up like the sunrise I got another sun (let's go, let's go) Ran out of ammo, switched to my other holster Another gun (grah) Damn, like, "He got another one?" (He does, yeah) DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang, the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God), ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) My gun, a horny one (it is), that bitch a thot alright (she will) My gun, a horny gun (she is), she down to fuck all night (uh-huh, she will) She wanna fuck all night, (ye-yeah) vacuum, she wanna suck all night in my room (ye-ye-ye-yeah) Rolls-Royce truck, Lambo truck, whatever one has the most legroom (skrrt) Skrrt, that bitch go vroom (skrrt) I won't Tom Cruise her, the bitch gon' move Still live like a Mission Impossible, dude (uh-huh) Gun sing like it got auto-tune (uh-huh) I'm T-Pain when it come to that tool (uh-huh) Money got longer when it come to that Uz' (uh-huh) Sip lean, I'm still awake, no snooze (uh-huh) I'm on bullshit like Carlos Booze' (tell them) I'm swervin' with the Swervo tape all in my head (let's go) I blow up like a turban on top of my head (let's go) Codeine sip, ain't no Bourbon, no Bourbon in here (on God) Even though I'm a cowboy, gun smoke in the air, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up (on God) We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang, the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God) Ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) Oh, that's on God Oh, that's on my life Oh, havin' the time of my life Get in the way of that, nigga, you gon' die Oh, 999 NLMB, No Limit gang, I'm in my prime, yeah Don't waste my money, don't waste my time Uh, come here darling, have the time of your life Come suck me sloppy, come here and get naughty Come here and get naughty, come suck me sloppy That bitch be hidin', in the back givin' sloppy-toppy

Oh, you better hide, outside it's a mad scene Stepping on each other with all eyes up on the big screen Running like we got somewhere to go Every high is followed with a low, low, low, low Wild times So easy to find in such a wild world In such a wild world In such a wild No one makes it out the fire Faces passing by, what's inside is invisible Lost another friend to a fight that I'll never know Running like I got somewhere to go Every high is followed with a low, low, low, low (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) Wild times So easy to find in such a wild world In such a wild world In such a wild No one makes it out the fire

(If young Metro don't trust you, trust you) I can't take one Percocet, start tonight off, I just took a 60 Burberry on me, shoot you in your back, you just got Pretty Ricky I tie the Chanel runners, then I get back to running the city And I know that it's hell coming, I ain't worried, my niggas, they with me Gotta put the narcotics down, I can feel 'em fucking up my kidney And punching my liver If I let it kill me, my mama'll never forgive me Ain't numbing my feelings, if I let it kill 'em, my baby will never forgive me This remind me of hell, sometimes I wonder if that's where God really sent me Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn The truth hurts, let it bleed out, if they hurt you, let 'em leave My heart hurtin', let me bleed out, only way I'll find peace I'm tryna get set free, but these chains on me Choke me, I can't breathe, what's reality? Uh, detached from myself Uh-huh, numb the pain with my wealth Uh, a bag from Chanel match the double C on my belt, uh Bands in my pants, I barely be holdin' my pants up But the money ain't the answer I'm just tryna reach some new highs Mix this with that, bet it feel nice Codeine, only sip if I got ice Look my girl in her eyes, tell her I won't die I fell asleep too deep that one time Woke up to your cry, girl, I'm fine But I lied Had a dream, I wasn't gon' wake up this time Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

Wha- Uh Let's see if you a rider Let's see if you a rider That sounds clean Hey Let's see if you a rider for real I don't know if you a rider for real I'ma fight for your love, survival for real Uh-huh Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight-up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't know My paranoia and insecurities hold me close Lay me down to sleep with my casket closed Nail it shut, make sure not to leave a thing exposed I don't know, oh, I don't know Blonde hair don't care, please don't leave me froze Stuffed cigarillos and Percs keep me whole "Should've shot it in the head" Words from my bro But anything for romance, I'ma risk it all Oh, oh Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight-up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't know My paranoia and insecurities hold me close I'm codeine Cobain, I'ma pour a four I don't do cocaine, but it's Perc in my nose I suffer from excessive road-rage Take my life and crash it into this hoe It don't matter, you can have my heart Kill me faster, what's mine is yours On a platter, I watched you grab that dagger She's a stabber But is she a rider? Or is she poison, a viper? She gets me high as supplier and I'm on fire Will she be my firefighter? Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight-up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't know My paranoia and insecurities hold me close