Fuck ya high horse Fuck ya high horse Fuck ya high horse (Too smoove) Fuck ya high horse and ya stable Most these niggas runnin' fake shows I can't tell you real if you so Man the realest really lay low Lay low Lay low Man the realest really lay low Lay low Lay low Man the realest really lay low I've been moving silent Niggas faker than the mileage On a car from '97 Listed 18,000, lyin' Tryna sell some bullshit Then we peep your bullshit On some Dennis— Bulls, shit You turn to a full bitch No white chicks Man these niggas is fraudulent They ain't opulent They facing hella debts And got hella ones in they pockets To go to a strip club Tryna to see how hard they get And beg for the attention Of shorties who ain't gon offer it If money ain't in the convo Need it pronto If you balling show it Or you'll be just like Lonzo Start off shootin' blanks Not much in the tank Red, that be ya bank Blew it on the dank And some drank Start off shootin' blanks Not much in the tank Red, that be ya bank Blew it on the dank, aye, aye Fuck ya high horse and ya stable Most these niggas runnin' fake shows I can't tell you real if you so Man the realest really lay low Lay low Lay low Man the realest really lay low Lay low Lay low Man the realest really lay low I remember being in my teens Gettin' gwalla I had shorties really frontin' Tryna fake like I'm they father Now I'm 21, no savage And I whisper when I conquer It's an honor to be colored And no I ain't slaughtered Finna get a damn degree While dressing proper Gentleman, with a MK Wetter than aqua When I shoot shots her way Night, eat cobbler I need me an entree Water always offered Even if we had to mine I would still get my copper I already write with gold Like Tequila I just coughed up Marijuana my addiction And it's legal, fuck the cop-pas Heard you whining like a toddler 'Cus ya shorty's yonder Damn, damn, damn Fuck ya high horse and ya stable Most these niggas runnin' fake shows I can't tell you real if you so Man the realest really lay low Lay low Lay low Man the realest really lay low Lay low Lay low Man the realest really lay low

Unexpected, well I didn't know I didn't see what's coming, caught unaware Resting on my shoulders content of what it's of Now I got to face it seems nowhere to go I really feel sorry for what I haven't done The wind has blown to far it's all been said and done I did not imagine, nor have I ever dreamt I never thought I'd see this day so much I feared Well do I go stupid, or go with the flow And erase all the memories of what we used to know The joy that we used to bring may all fade and go Now I'm going crazy but we need to do for love I see we need to lay low Complicated is what it has become Pride that's gone too far, is where it started from Seems that all hope is lost future's unclear A miracle I ask, erase all our fears And bring back the memories of what we used to know The joy that we used to bring and never let it go God I'm going crazy and I need Your love I need to lay low What we're supposed to do When there is no one left but You Never said I'm sorry for what I haven't done It really doesn't matter, it's all been said and done Now I sit alone pretending I'm OK Oh God I hope you'll find me a way And bring back the memories of what we used to know The joy that we used to bring and never let it go God I'm going crazy and I need Your love I need to lay low Go back to the memories of what we used to know The joy that we used to bring and never let it go God I'm going crazy and I need Your love I need to lay low

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose

I'm gonna take you for a date Take you for a ride Gonna get you over there on the passenger's side I'm gonna put the radio on your favorite song I'm gonna crank it up and get you singing along Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna So what's it gonna take? What's it gonna be? We can pump it on the boulevard Or kick it in the country Me and you, you and me, Money back, guaranteed Love you every night in Daytona, I'm gonna Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna Love you all night long Till the cricket starts trippin' Girl I ain't just flirting, I'm certain I'm working on a long term plan Gonna be your man Gonna put a little rock steady on your hand Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna Hey, hey (Hey, hey) Alright (alright) Girl I'm digging on it, on you tonight Ain't it immediate, it's open now Wishing a woman It's the damn right Hold you tight, baby I'm gonna

May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung And may you stay forever young May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong And may you stay Forever young Forever young Forever young May you stay forever young May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung And may you stay forever young Forever young Forever young May you stay forever young May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young May you stay forever young

Father! People used to call me backwards Living out here with the tractors Letting this world leave me behind Now-a-days I'm an innovator I'm a country boy prognosticator I'm a man ahead of my times I've got a hundred acre farm I've got a john deere in my barn I've got a garden in my yard, full of corn, peas and beans I've got a guitar I play unplugged I've got a home-grown girl I love And when the summer time hits, we skinny dip in the stream I was green before green was a thing Sheets on the clothes line drying Red Tail hawks a flying A couple of deer on the timber line And I know a lot more about cane pole fishing Then I ever will know about carbon emission And my little corner of the world is doing just fine I've got a hundred acre farm I've got a john deere in my barn I've got a garden in my yard, full of corn, peas and beans I've got a guitar I play unplugged I've got a home-grown girl I love And when the summer time hits, we skinny dip in the stream I was green before green was a thing Yeah, I've got a hundred acre farm I've got a john deere in my barn I've got a garden in my yard, full of root baked potatos and greens I've got a guitar I play unplugged I've got a home-grown girl I love And when the summer time hits, we skinny dip in the stream I was green before green was a thing I was green before green was a thing