Dūmuose vėl vandenį liesim Paskende tyloj savo nuodėmes slepsim Nei paleist, nei laikyt man šito jausmo Atleidžia klaidas, ir vel darom iš naujo Kituose veiduose Nerasim ko norim mes Leisk ir vėl surašyt žvaigždes (eee) Ar dar bijai tu mane prarast? (aaaa) Žinau dar ilgai ramiai ne miegosiu Pabudus ryte uzpringus nuo žodžio Bet kaip nerem gilyn tu, tu duodi oro Pasikliauju tavim sustingus nuo aukščio Kituose veiduose Nerasim ko norim mes Leisk ir vėl surašyt žvaigždes Ar dar bijai tu mane prarast? Suprantu nenoriu būt viena (be tavęs) Leisk ir vėl surašyt žvaigždes Dūmuose vėl vandenį liesim Paskende tyloj savo nuodėmes slepsim

Esi man tā Lai es jūtu Cik ļoti to vajag tev Tā, lai es tieku Kur labi paliek Jo ilgāk, jo labāk Tā, ka uznāk un pāriet tik ātri un lēni bez gala Tā, lai lidot ir vieglāk, Kā elpot un dzīvot vienkārši tā. Esi man tā Lai es jūtu Cik ļoti to vajag tev Tā, lai es tieku Kur labi paliek Jo ilgāk, jo labāk Tā, ka uznāk un pāriet tik ātri un lēni bez gala Tā, lai lidot ir vieglāk, Kā elpot un dzīvot vienkārši tā. Esi man tā Lai es jūtu Cik ļoti to vajag tev Tā, lai es tieku Kur labi paliek Jo ilgāk, jo labāk Tā, ka uznāk un pāriet tik ātri un lēni bez gala Tā, lai lidot ir vieglāk, Kā elpot un dzīvot vienkārši tā. Esi man tā Lai es jūtu Cik ļoti to vajag tev Tā, lai es tieku Kur labi paliek Jo ilgāk, jo labāk Tā, ka uznāk un pāriet tik ātri un lēni bez gala Tā, lai lidot Ir vieglāk, Kā elpot un dzīvot vienkārši tā. Esi man tā Lai es jūtu Cik ļoti to vajag tev Tā, lai es tieku Kur labi paliek Jo ilgāk, jo labāk Tā, ka uznāk un pāriet tik ātri un lēni bez gala Tā, lai lidot ir vieglāk, Kā elpot un dzīvot vienkārši tā.

Yeah, yeah, you know She called me on my phone asked me what I'm sippin' on (Hitmaker) look Louis in my cup (cup), Louis on my clothes (clothes) Lou smokin' gabagoo, we pass that pick 'n' roll (true) My white tee be so crisp, look like the fresh tips on her toes (woo) All my money straight, so Aminé never fold (no) I'm back on, back on, back on shit They thought was hard, I passed on, bitch I'm Dre, I get my Mac on If that ass is fat, I last long Found solace in promises Kept by bitches who swallowin' All my kids, they keep gobblin' Write for who? They keep hollerin' A&R's with the silencers Shot for us, but we silence 'em Niggas hate, but they wan' be us Jealousy be so fond of us Presidential on my wrist Now I'm the head of state Everybody want the fame But don't know what it take Can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation I said, can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation So it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga I said, it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga Leases on your chain, leases on your chain (true) Your ego got a ego, now your ego got a chain (geez) Mi amigo pobrecito, be yourself and stay the same (true) It's hard to keep your friends when you just friendly for the fame (hey) More cap in this rap shit than your graduation (yes, sir) Hatin' niggas be the ones out here congratulatin' (yes, sir) I don't know who you are (no), beef ain't nothin' to moi (no) Niggas be delusional thinkin' we close, but we far (bitch, huh) You out of place, get my weed out of state Pretty bitches give me face, on her knees like rolling trays Got a main and bae, don't care what these niggas say Ballin', fuck a resumé, pull her hair, fuck the lace (that's very true) I got plaques to give my kids But until I'm six feet deep, I will continue to run this shit (bitch) Can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation I said, can't be your true self while seekin' validation Gotta learn to let go, that's infatuation So it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga I said, it's K to the (a to the) A to the (k to the) Doin' what we want 'cause we want, nigga (everybody just) Hatin' niggas I'm sick of, when we talk, you listen Fight in me, my fist up, control shit like SZA Hatin' niggas I'm sick of, when we talk, you listen Fight in me, my fist up, control shit like SZA La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la Yeah, wake up, wake up (shit so slick) Yeah, wake up, yeah Gone for a moment, but not forever, not for long Throw up your K&A's Remind these niggas, man, look (eeh, eeh) Hoes who used to play me get the Michael B My biggest haters niggas who didn't make the league (true) Sold out dates, seen on seven seas Bluetooth connected to a thousand SUV's Y'all bought the same fit, but couldn't buy the steeze Rappers kick the same shit, but couldn't match the fee Bitch, I'm in my bag, not in the industry (true) The flow so player, play this shit in the limousine Ok, rappers, wrap it up (yeah) KAYTRAMINÉ, Best Rap Album, competition? None (yeah) "Underrated,"they tryna act like I ain't drop 71 (yeah) Sickamore said it best, "All you niggas bums" (true, true) These niggas keep on talkin' in my ear like I care, but I don't (don't) Shorty's unsendin' DM's that rappers won't Talk to me dicey 'Cause they know the verse is gettin' very, very pricey (true) Call my nigga Richie when I need assurance (true) 503 in AZ, bitch, I look like Terrance (true) Know you listenin', but you don't fuckin' hear us Y'all can keep countin' me out, I'm just gone my carats I put Halle Berry in my close friends Why the fuck would all you niggas think I need anymore friends? I don't like you rappers, I don't like you hoes Bitch, I'm Calvin Klein and you are Kenneth Cole Yeah, y'all talkin' like we equals when we know you smeagles Two face, niggas don't understand we gone see through All that bullshit that you hidin' True colors always show, it's always perfect timing (timing, timing)

I got a light shining over me I thought this could never be, It's so amazing what I feel 'Cos love - love's got a hold on me; Up in the air walking down the street, Smile like a fool at everyone I meet, I wake in the night, I just can't sleep 'Cos love - love's got a hold on me; Too many heartaches, too many tears, Too many women, too many years, But I've got me a girl, who takes me high, All the way to heaven day and night; Love is a dance with a different beat, And I can't stop my dancing feet, I'm as high as I can be 'Cos love - love's got a hold on me; Too many heartaches, too many tears, Too many women, too many years, But I've got me a girl, who takes me high, All the way to heaven day and night; Love's got a hold, a hold on me, Love's got a hold, a hold on me, Love's got a hold, a hold on me, I said love - love's got a hold - love's got a hold - Love's got a hold on me...

Hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, gotta turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off I don't want problems I promise I'm gonna do it right, sir I'm not a lost case I'm just a poor kid and I wear fake tan, sir Got a short term memory Got no interest in the paps Got a phantom ache Where I used to have a heart Time ticking, one, two, three Clicking, I don't need a countdown to know it's a long run I'm ticking, one, two, three So, hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, got to turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off I thought I did all the dids Filled in the paperwork, sir Talking 'bout these walls again First you hit 'em, then you use "Now, I can't live without 'em, sir" But I've opened the doors Don't under look our halfway home Check out the sofa, sir, sir Check out the window, sir Time ticking, one, two, three Clicking, I don't need a countdown to know it's a long run I'm ticking, one, two, three Hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, got to turn it off Gotta turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, got to turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off

(Kids these days) The whole story been out of context A room full of fluorescent light, clean and tight, all in boxes People coughing, people yelling in panic and pain Vomiting, carrying their piss in a plastic bag Confused and tired beloved ones We loved once, we trusted Knew just what being clueless allowed us Now being useless unites us Sitting in a station, waiting for the last bus What was it that you expected, oh It seems unacceptable Accept the predictable - Your lost war Or were u sure mister candy would so elegantly move to the next family and skip yours? Back home, back to needles Just stay with me, though Just wait a minute I swear we're winning Show is just beginning White page, I mean it Black pen scribbled, stage 4 I know just where you're from Try fool me, I'm not dumb I'm coming only for you (candyman) I'm coming only for you I know just where you're from I know that I'm a scumbag I'm coming only for you, but one day I'll get your family too The whole morning been like a fantasy One with a bad script Written by a lunatic Brightly illuminated but, like a horror film Come get your best sits, we're about to begin And tell this motherfucker lemon man to back off Take his motherfucking lemonade and get lost Tell him he can take his act of charity and spill it Give it to the real sick kids who really fucking need it I know just where you're from I'm here to give you a hand I know you don't wanna be saved And in this squeaky bed, and even if you can't I'm coming over for you Take a sip, it's hand squeezed, an act of faith, for 30 years, wait Please know I'm not a scum Don't get confused, I'm the good guy I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man