Memorie$ (feat. Jesse Rutherford & A$AP Ant) - Goody Grace

Vino "Ya wild niggas for trying to fuck with that Popeyes" Pink flamingo Desert eagle Sing a jingle Crispy singles in my chinos Call me vino Ducking reco Playing cello Paper kinko Vvs cutting on the wrist emo Addie Let's go Call me a flintstone Look at the jewelry gemstones Rockstar lifestyle Jim Jones Ima start rapping like bone I stole your girl with the harmony Money on my mind it talk to me Big Marino not giving no props I see pig don't talk to the cop We Cut him in pieces like bacon Body in Fenway land Crossover I pull off the sham god I got the duffel tan hard I got prescriptions xanny bars Decking the money Yao Ming tall Dressed no panties no bra Living above the law Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball Lebron I ball I did the dash on the bitch in Range Rover White boy shooter Kyle Korver Get in my bed bend over Ready for winter summer over I get the money to October Gun on my hip is a cobra Swear to god hate being sober I put the soda in cola Twelvyy God said to link up we at it Looking like worthy and magic Sounding like Shaq on the magic Had to Marino my fabric Caught me a tech it's A gadget Looking like farv on the packers Word to my momma I'm packing Chill with the gs and I stay with a hacker Got a good run like mcfadden Mink in my car like Aladian Lean like a Viking what happen High as a kite I study for classes Cool as a fan they loving my glasses Phenomenal lingo loving the accents Paul with the passes pearl with the passage Woke up this morning praying for plastic Pink flamingo Desert eagle Sing a jingle Crispy singles in my chinos Call me vino Ducking reco Playing cello Paper kinko Vvs cutting on the wrist emo Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball Lebron I ball

Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi Ice Cube, all about the Benjis Spend ten bands in Fendi A$AP, my niggas with me Niggas be talking that bullshit Your main bitch said I look gorgeous What I spent on my chain, that's your mortgage (cash out) Brand new Porsche came with some horses Sipping that purple like Prince .40 my tool, that's my wrench Ballin' like J-Kidd, assist Shootin that three like a swish Moving in silence, I need me some guidance I'm wildin' this money and violence Come out the projects, I want it, I got it Margiela just running through college Fresh out the Porsche, check out my shorts Best from the west to the north Catching some rec with my thots, aye Getting a check for my thoughts, aye Dripping in jelly, I trap off a celly I look like I'm rich in the 80's Droop with the grippy, I cruise through the bity I'm buggin out crazy, no brazy Ski mask on me so them niggas can't trace me Car is so fast when I skrt they can't chase me Margiela Marino now she wanna date me She see the money, now she tryna play me Hope out the Rari, go vroom I never lack, I stay with goons And you know Gucci my shoes Breaking the rules, stay on the news And you know my shot go swish Shoot from a three point, boy I won't miss Smooky just caught a new lick Diamonds don't drip, don't front, you get hit Funny vibes, I can sense something different in the air It's like a weight being lifted Take some hatred, oh I get it Really trippin' cause you broke and you in your feelings Let her go, she in her feelings Niggas can't tell you shit, man, don't know the difference When you're in your twenties making parents' livid Cause you making millions Make em wanna live it than you make a living Over what you spent and making poor decisions Music for the children, hope they make it Major even independent, free them out the penni' Keep him out the prison, writing freedom with the pen and pencil MTV about a Interstitial Fuck with me because it's beneficial Unsuspected like an incidental Chasing that bag 2017, 2018 They breaking my hoes in half Come on through stunting too Looking like a nigga dad Foreign bitches, pull up Type of bitches nigga wish he had Looking in the mirror, vision getting clearer I see why you mad Chickens coming in, they gotta go She ain't fucking then she gotta go Wanna see me drown, I gotta float Best believe I get it by the boat Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it Had your bitch and she be lickin' in it Car so big she wanna get up in it Tell the bitch to chill but she still catching feelings [.45 that] chopper, it ready to spit on you niggas All of my bitches, they fucking, they acting siddity Ya, stacking the guap, feel like Diddy All of my bitches get millie Popping that molly prescription All of my niggas they dishing I just go hard in the kitchen Bitches they fuckin', they lickin' Carti, I'm getting that, uh Told her go mind her own business 'Fore I die, I'mma make a billie Stack a couple millie, 'Rari in the billy House upon the hilly, diamonds getting chilly Bunch of indie niggas with me repping Philly Oh lord, it's the Hood Pope Shouldn't walk 'cause I could float Model bitch, get a good throat Said she in love with the hood folks, god damn Nasty baby, 2017 Big ol' diamonds in my pinky ring Prada on me, bitch I do my thing I ain't gotta talk to you niggas lame Disappear on 'em like David Blaine Combat boots on me like Major Payne These niggas is funny like Damon Wayans Boy you so broke, man that shit a shame Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, man I'm getting that bag See I remember times I was broke, now a nigga chasin' that bag

Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring My diamond's shinin', yours cloudy Diamond's ice, play hockey Lean got me feelin' drowsy Stripper bih, she work at Follies Meet me at the hotel lobby Air Max, runnin' to the money You ain't takin' nothin' from me And I'm gon' die 'bout it (Focus) From demons, distractions To all the reactions of fame She probably collapsin' her heart over taxes I'm blowin' a kiss on the way Production big, can't fit on a stage Too many fans to fit in the crowd Too many bands to get 'em on stage Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage I say in advance, so pay in advance I'm way too advanced to figure him out I set the bar, don't give 'em a break The bar's too high to give it a raise A flow, like God, so give him a raise Stones I got, I get 'em appraised Draw my Glock and get him erased Slow you, God, I give it away Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no, no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Niggarace, new Versace Sippin' sake with my posse (yeah, ah) Eat that pussy like hibachi Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (ah, alright) Salvador Dalí, her body (yeah) It's a work of art, you copy? (yeah, Ferg) Nigga, all she do pilates I go hard, you rappers copy (ooh, damn) 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? Niggarace, new Versace I be mobbin' with my posse Stretch that coochie like pilates I'm gon' eat it like hibachi Play no game, no Tamagotchi Finger froze like Liberace Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me While I rep Trilluminati Yah, oh, right Pelle Pel, butter soft, we was in them lobbies Holla holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy Thousand band like Fauni, yeah All in the forest, hey Lookin' for porridge, hey Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah That's with the bomber, huh Fuck up some commas, hey, hmm Glock for the drama, hey Do what I want, fuck when I wanna... 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? (Niggarace) Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) (Niggarace) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring Yuh (what?)

I just robbed a lil' nigga (what, ooh) I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime Fade on me like I'm Boosie, bitch she popping her coochie My girl she look like a stripper, codeine in a Kool-Aid pitcher Put diamonds on my sister, put Prada on my mama Eating Benihana's, filled up off the lobster Pasta like a mobster, reds got me poppin' (yeah) On a tropic island (yeah) TMZ watching I'm a money man, I got her running away Come up off that pussy, make some money today Fetti provolone, she fell in love with the guap Leave your man at home, and I'ma make you a star Take you round the world, you can't pronounce where we are I just robbed a little nigga, and I'm takin' his broad I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water (yah) bitch I walk (wah, yah) Walk on top of water (bitch I, yeah) slime (bitch I, ay) Big bang, Nasty in this hoe man I might fuck around and fuck a little nigga's hoe, man You know how the game go You know that shit for sure, man Fuck yo bitch one night She blow the next, they just like propane Spend a lil' shopping money on a lil' Dolce Prada and that Gucci plus Chanel, she love the clothes game Told her if she fuck me right, she could get what she wanted It ain't nothin' to me, I just call up my accountant Guap You see me on water, walking on it like Jesus Margiela on my collar, remember they used to tease us I need Obama daughter, yeah, I really need her Hundred racks froze in water, I bought that new freezer Jump with the Mac in the back of the Jeep Sweep them niggas clean (roo!) Hit em with a magazine Make your sneakers lean (roo!) Cadillac diamond the back of that old school When I'm with my team Don't wanna fuck with the team Don't do that, know what I mean? (Alright!) She wanna fuck with a king, diamonds all bling Hood Pope doing his thing She wanna ride with the team, by any means Taking the bitch of your dreams Now that bitch my little queen, got her from Queens Might come in raw, with a G Gucci and Prada on her feet, designer her sheets A dollar sign A P I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch I just robbed a lil' nigga and took that nigga bitch We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime We can touch the water, bitch I walk Walk on top of water, slime

Cash out Go to Prada I need clothes Go to melrose for some hoes I'm in LA at the grove White air forces, I stay low Marino shirt, underneath, the pole Gotta stay fresh, RIP Bankroll Lightskin shorty, like Keyshia Cole I love that bitch, X and O Paycheck I see decimals Codeine taste like jello Might grow my hair like Melo Neon lights, my car glow Back to the future like Marty McFly Pour up a deuce cause I gotta stay high I drive the whip I touch her thighs When I pull out my dick don't act surprised I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? You'll die to feel what its like to be up on this side I don't know what it is (She said she want to go to Jamaica) Is it me or how I live? (I tell her close her eyes you can be anywhere you wanna be) (Damn) You dig what I'm saying? (Nah fr) (Damn, aye Cruddy) Cruddy Murda Been through some shit, got a hell of a story Bought me a watch Put me more in my glory Come to my spot you can never record me I tryna get it and better my people Tryna show 'em a little more cause they know I get even(?) I hate all the rumors a nigga been hearing I'm getting this paper Them niggas pretending I need a preacher A nigga been sinning' I took some L's but I'm usually winning I poured a deuce of the Wock and I added some Quai Thats just how a nigga been sipping' I pulled out a hundred and showed her its me She buy me a pint I might get on one knee Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet When I lift up my arm thats a quarter on me I don't know what it is We gone get this shit as long as they print this shit man Is it me, or how I live? Know what I'm saying? Brick on my wrist You gotta feel what its like Long live the men (To be here on this side) Free all the guys RIP A$AP Yams (I don't know what it is) Big sheets and funnel on deck Is it me or how I live? Lost Boys, ASAP shit man Marino Infantry shit man Taking over man for the 2000s n*ga (You'll die to feel what it's like) To be here on this side Don't know what I got, but it's hot Maybe it's my style that drives em wild Maybe it's the dough or the clothes Baby I don't know, I don't know (On my motherfuckin flavor flav shit) Don't know what I got, but it's hot (500 bitches in the crib like Ray J) Maybe its my style, that drives em Wild (and we still spinning the bin for OG) Maybe it's the dough or the clothes Baby I don't know, I don't know (I don't know) I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? You'll die to feel what it's like, to be here on this side I don't know what it is Is it me or how I live? Youll die to feel what it like, to be here on this side Aye aye spizz man, pour that four up let's get high my boy

If love endured that ancient cross How precious is my Savior's blood The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame The image of love upon death's frame If having my heart was worth the pain What joy could You see beyond the grave If love found my soul worth dying for How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace If heaven now owns that vacant tomb How great is the hope that lives in You? The passion that tore through hell like a rose The promise that rolled back death and its stone If freedom is worth the life You raised (oh) Where is my sin, where is my shame? (Oh, Jesus) If love paid it all to have my heart How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on, you sing) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace (oh, when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom (come on) When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace (when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome Guess I'm a little bit shy Why don't you like me? Don't you like me Without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! How can I help, how can I help How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby Putting my life on the brink Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older To be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad, yeah So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! Alright Grace Kelly Here we go I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? (Why?) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! (Oh, yeah) (Why don't you walk out that door) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Grace, Grace, Grace) walk out the door! (Grace, Grace Kelly)

Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me It's not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are crying What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme In two thousand eighteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their guns, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are dyin' What's in...