1.High Art
Lyricist：Terius Nash／Shawn Carter
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／Shawn Carter
I'm tired of talkin' 'bout it let's do this
Girl, I'm missin' you like bitches miss my music
And I swear I can't wait to drop ya
Hit your body with that yopper
Hit your body with that yopper
Then get high
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
My niggas, my niggas
Hit my man, he's got that purp (my nigga)
This dry-ass blunt we gon' make that work (turn up)
My niggas who got that fire, who got that fire？ (turn up)
My niggas stop playing, nigga, pass that lighter (turn up)
My nigga he's got hundreds, we've got hundreds (aye)
Half a bean, we've got money (hey)
My nigga 2 Live Crew, shorty, get it, get it (turn up)
Too High Crew, shorty, hit it, hit it
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
Burn up burn up burn up
Turn up turn up turn up
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas
My niggas they on that lean, they on that lean
My niggas bitch best not put that in my drink
My niggas let it blow, let it blow
Stop cuffing, let it go, let it go
My nigga he's got hundreds, we've got hundreds (aye)
My nigga Master P, we've got money (hey)
My nigga 2 Live Crew, shorty, get it, get it (turn up)
Too High Crew, shorty, hit it, hit it
Sky high with Ty Ty
G-Feezy to J Breezy
Castro to Cabo with OG
Then I'm back home to my BB
Police escorts at the All-Star
And the Superbowl, I don't need a horn
Horn？ BB I'm too on
My niggas don't do traffic
How ironic, all we used to do is traffic
And it was drop me off at my girl's house
At one o'clock, pick me back up
You know she gon' try to train a nigga
Before I step up in the club
Would've drove my own V
She be tryna take a nigga keys
She know them hoes be on a nigga
She ain't even tryna let a nigga leave
You just wanna be around 'em, that's these bitches, she say
Fuck them hoes, I'm just stuntin' with my niggas
He said
I make love to my girl, ooh
Then I get high with my niggas
I make love to my girl, ooh
Then I get high with my niggas
I love her, that's no doubt
Hit that then smoke out, yeah
High with my niggas
I'm on her, she's on me
Then we OD like we OGs, yeah
I get high with my niggas
She hold me 'cause she's down for it
And this shit got me paranoid, yeah
High with my niggas
My girl and that white girl
And she really on that white, girl
She really on that white girl
High with my niggas
2.IV Play
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
I can give a fuck about the IV play
I want it now
I'm talkin straight sex
Stop fuckin around
None of these bitches aint got nothing on you hunny
Body bumpin, im just saying, im all open on you
Oh baby you are, I dunno whatah
First call dont get ya, hang up and call back
I'm just sayin' I dont wanna lose a second win
Cause baby
You make me feel alive
You make me feel alive
Sweet as paradise
Baby you don't know how you make me feel
Cant wait to paralize
I cant wait to get in all your baby
I wont waste your time
You know what I need so lets get straight to it
Early morning Im so horny
I just had it, still I want it
Ride up on it whenever you come around
And I cant stop thinking what Im gonna do
As soon as I set these eyes on you
And you know I'm not playin' listen to what I'm sayin'
Girl you dominate my thoughts
Cause baby
Yeah, like that shit do that shit make a nigga crazy
Do it out in public and the back of this Mercedez
Don't stop talkin' straight when you start procrastinatin',
pro-procrastinating
Dont tell me what you dont do, dont tell me what your gon' do
Tell me you gon' set it off all night
Every time she sees me she like ooh boy you so freaky
I'm like ooh girl you so freaky
I don't deserve you, I know
But I'm gon' serve you, fo sho
Goin mad off on her
Smoke in the air faded
Half on her
Smoke in the air got a nigga faded
Bitch you got a nigga faded
3.Equestrian
Lyricist：Terius Nash／Carlos McKinney
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／Carlos McKinney
Yeah, yeah, you know me baby, you know me baby,
I like it when you, put them lips on me, and get up here and
ride,
Get up here and ride,
Get up here and ride,
Get up here and ride,
Hey, I love everything you do,
And the way you rockin that thing,
Got me all into you babe,
Hey, girl you got a nigga foolish, ummm
And the only thing i need, (I need)
Is you making love to me,
I'm gonn bring the sun down with you,
Good evenin baby im home,
You're gonn bring the sun down on me,
Stay only till 8 in the mornin,
And we gonn fuck all day, (all day)
We gonn fuck all night, (all night)
Lookin into to your face,
From the bottom to the top you know,
I love you the way you ride, (Equestrian)
Ride, (Equestrian)
I love you the way you ride, (Equestrian)
Baby i love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
I love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
I love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
I love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
When you make love to me,
Grab on it, jump up, on this sattle ohh,
Now pop that, bring that back, get on it,
Baby rub me like this, on it, on your back
Nobody do me like you do me
I'm gonn bring the sun down with you,
Good evenin baby im home,
You're gonn bring the sun down on me,
Stay only till 8 in the mornin,
And we gonn fuck all day, (all day)
We gonn fuck all night, (all night)
Lookin into to your face,
From the bottom to the top you know,
I love you the way you ride, (Equestrian)
Ride, (Equestrian)
I love you the way you ride, (Equestrian)
Baby i love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
I love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
I love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
I love the way you ride, (Equestrian)
When you make love to me,
Ahh, oh, baby baby
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up, gitty up yeah,
Get it up, get it up, get it up, get it up hell yeah,
Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up, gitty yeah,
Get it up, get it up, get it up, get it up hell yeah hell yeah
hell yeah,
Thats what the fuck im talkin bout, talkin bout,
Shawty hell yeah, hell yeah,
It's almost time to take it to the south, to the south,
Oh, hell yeah, hell yeah,
That's what the fuck im talking bout, talkin bout,
Oh hell yeah, hell yeah, are you ready to put it in your mouth
One shot from that 12 gauge body go boom,
2 shots from that gun till that pussy go numb.
4.Pussy
Lyricist：Terius Nash／Sean Anderson／Terrence Thornton
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／Sean Anderson／Terrence Thornton
Oh boy
She want a dope boy
She want to throw bands on her pole dance
No text drive on that 2 door
She want to stunt with me I'm an old man
Oh God my IG is like iIV to this lifestyle
I buy this shit, take a pic
And you OD on my life files
Shawty get it (get it)
Do it big, Do it good
Work it like a girl should
Work it good (work it good)
Bring it back (bring it back)
Tell the DJ bring it back
Let me touch it, fuck it baby
Tell your man he ain't getting it back
Shawty is so ratchet, baby I'm so ratchet
You so bomb with that, I got to have it
I got to have it, like a 9 I got to blast it
So fine I got to grab it, she on mine
I got my left hand on that booty
Got my right hand on that pussy
(I love)
Now keep that booty rolling that
Keep that pussy poppin like that
Imma keep these bandz poppin like that
Up in that six hundred
You ain't even seen it
Touchin on it, rubbin on it
Girl you got me feenin
All about her money
And I'm all about my money
Million dollar babies plus alimony
First a nigga save you
(Then a nigga grave you)
And ain't nobody got time for that
So it's best just to pay ya
Thirteen cars I don't need nothing else
Just this booty on my lap
And this gold on my neck
The way you do got me very very very happy
She stare at me while I'm starin' at it
I'm a young sexy ass charismatic-ass
Gorgeous face-ass havin ass nigga
That she love in her panty hose
She need this dick like its antidote
That pussy is a work of art painted by Michael Angelo
I wake up the pussy in cantelope
Then she made me fuck my appetite
Fuckin so hard Ima remember this in the afterlife
I tell her slob on my knob
Like its corn on the cob
She keep goin oh my god
And my broad is so bad I came here from the back
All my favorite girls got my initials as tats
Finally Famous she throw this set up
Like Sororities and Frats niggas can't tell me shit but congrats
Pull up to that traffic light
Stars bright wanna touch her
Gotta get her to the spot
Oh shit I might love her
Straight up out of med school
Could be my baby momma
5.Turnt
Lyricist：Terius Nash／Beyoncé Knowles／Tauheed Epps
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／Beyoncé Knowles／Tauheed Epps
Turn up 'til you ain't got no feeling
On my phone, that's Siri talkin' 'bout you gon' kill it
Beat it up 'til I black out, cash out (your job)
I need that sexy (ratchet)
Sophisticated (ratchet)
That black lover when it's hot outside
In the summertime (ratchet)
What you need, that cocky？ (ratchet)
Ready to cock back (ratchet)
That drop-top in December or mid winter (ratchet)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Lovin' everything you do
Baby, I'm in love with you
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
Turn up, turn up, turn up, boy
People think I'm crazy
But I love you 'cause I'm crazy too
My black light special
She's hotter than a flame tonight
Burn up in this hoe and watch her do all of the things I like
Said you the reason why all these rap niggas start singing
Said you the reason while all the cute girls got babies
All you gotta to is say what's happening and I'll be right
there, baby
All you gotta to is say what's popping and I'll be right
there, shorty
On my phone like Siri I told you I was gon' kill it
Got my chains on and they're jelly
Where's Michelle at, and where's Kelly？
I need that sexy (ratchet)
Sophisticated (ratchet)
That black lover when it's hot outside
In the summertime (ratchet)
What you need, that cocky？ (ratchet)
Ready to cock back (ratchet)
6.Where Have You Been
Lyricist：Terius Nash／Marcos Palacios／Ernest Clark／Miykal
Snoddy／Kelendria Rowland
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／Marcos Palacios／Ernest Clark／Miykal
Snoddy／Kelendria Rowland
Promise me you'll make me better
Promise me you're here for me
Can you love me for what I am
And love me for what I can be
Say you're nothing like them other girls
Girl you're nothing like them other girls
And for that i'll cry for you
And for that i'll die for you
Where Have You Been
Im all fucked up now
It's all fucked up now
And i'm all destroyed
Where Have You Been
I needed you then
Where were you then, it's all your fault
Where Have You Been
But im glad you're here now
Hold me now, shit, im so lost
Where Have You Been
You took your time, im glad you're in my life
Now make this right
Where Have You Been
Now that we're together
I can curse you, I dont ask you what took you so long
Now that we're together
First I wanna say I love you
And secondly what kind shit you've been on
You mess around with them other girls
Knowing that them got nothing on me
Im messing around with them girls
No they will never got nothing on you
But im glad that the sun finally shined my way
Ever since you came around I aint even the same
Saved my life, and I owned it to ya baby
Where Have You Been
Im all fucked up now
It's all fucked up now
I'm so destroyed
Where Have You Been
I needed you then
And where were you then, it's all your fault
Where Have You Been
You almost lost me
I almost lost you
Tell me what to do
Where Have You Been
All my life, here's your chance to make it right
Where Have You Been
Just when I thought my life was over
God sent you right me way
I needed a super woman to save me from this place
Follow me and never drop the bomb
That I would never find love, now that I found true love
Im never giving it up
Where Have You Been
Im all fucked up now
It's all fucked up now
And i'm all destroyed
Where Have You Been
I needed you then
Where were you then, it's all your fault
Where Have You Been
But im glad you're here now
Hold me now, shit, im so lost
Where Have You Been
You took your time, im glad you're in my life
Now make this right
Where Have You Been
Where, baby, where, baby where.
7.Too Early
Lyricist：Gary Clark Jr.／Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Gary Clark Jr.／Terius Nash
You've given up my loving
You've given up my touch
You're leaving me with nothing
Not even a piece of mine
Uh baby, uh baby
You've given up my pleasure
You've given up my joy
You leave me with no aspirations
Your love I can't afford
Uh, uh, uh, baby
My heart turn but the pills do
Car no, and the rent due
Know what you done,
But I'ma be a fool
To be was to play it cool
So many things I could do to you
Black out, the cops come
Can't see me daughters, can't see my sons
When I come home undone
Cause it's too early in the morning
To break love and then to make out
It's too late for pretending
And I'ma stop now
I see my silhouette at the sunset with my top down
See me ride, million dollar benz, real fly
Top down, gold watch, a hunned stacks band on my glock
See me ride, million dollar benz, real fly
Top down, gold watch, a hunned stacks band on my glock
Even pretty girls get left too
Sugar honey, all the time
I used to love to undress you
Now I pay it don't never mind
Uh, uh, uh, baby
Gave you all the affection
You gave me 4 years of rain
It's been 40 days and 40 nights
Soaking in pain
My heart turn but the pills do
Car no, and the rent due
Baby girl, life's hard and know
You too fast, I can't keep up
So many things I could do to you
Black out, the cops come
Can't see me daughters, can't see my sons
When I come home undone
Cause it's too early in the morning
To break love and then to make out
It's too late for pretending
And I'ma stop now
I see my silhouette at the sunset with my top down
See me ride, million dollar benz, real fly
Top down, gold watch, a hunned stacks band on my glock
See me ride, million dollar benz, real fly
Top down, gold watch, a hunned stacks band on my glock.
8.Michael
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
Why, why, what about that why
What about that why
Stand right Michael, don't be
Why, why, what about that why
What about that fight
Like Michael
Fuck that other nigga, he say he love you
I just wanna fuck you, over the weekend
I wanna hold that, I wanna hold that
He wanna control that
I just wanna consoult that
Over the weekend
Oh and sure I could tell you how beautiful you are
Look at that face
That pretty little face
When sure I could tell you how wonderful you are
Look at that face, that innocent face
But you, but your booty is big
Your waist is small,
And your heels got you walking
Like you're 6 feet tall
Tonight I won't settle for half
Cause tomorrow he can have it all
Fuck a love song, I need to fuck you
All day, all night
This ain't a love song, I need to fuck you
Don't waste, the time
She got me singing like
Why, why, what about that why
What about that why
Sing right Michael, don't be
Why, why, what about that why
What about that fight
She got me singing like Michael
She says it sound like Michael
He wanna kiss on it, I wanna lick on it
Maybe put my dick on it,
Over the weekend,
He want it missionary, I want it from the back
We can roll one and smoke one
Over the weekend
Oh and sure I could tell you how beautiful you are
Look at that face
That pretty little face
When sure I could tell you how wonderful you are
I'm sure you hear that shit, every day
Oh, your booty is big
Your waist is small,
And your heels got you walking
Like you're 6 feet tall
Tonight I won't settle for half
Cause tomorrow he can have it all
Fuck a love song, I need to fuck you
All day, all night
This ain't a love song, I need to fuck you
Don't waste, the time
She got me singing like
Why, why, what about that why
What about that why
Sing right Michael, don't be
Why, why, what about that why
What about that fight
She got me singing like Michael
She says it sound like Michael
Oh billy jean, put it on me
Working that body, working that body, right
Alright, oh, dirty Diana, hop up in this phantom,
Make me your guy tonight, baby alright
She got me singing like.
9.Loving You／Crazy
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
I... I love the way you dance
And I'm... tryna lose myself... somewhere in your pants
Yea yea, yea yea
Baby, I need you K I S S I N G M E
I need you L O V I N G M E
I see ya, now now now get that up on me
Get get that up on me, yea
See I just wanna find a way to be alone with you
Baby, shove a arrow in my heart,
I wanna belong to you
I want you to be my only girl
I wanna take you everywhere that I go
And you will be my world
In every that I do because I'm still loving you
Girl, I'm loving you, loving you
I'm loving you, loving you
Girl, I'm loving you, loving you
I'm loving you, loving you
Girl, I'm loving you, loving you
I'm loving you, loving you
Girl, I'm loving you, loving you
I'm loving you, loving you
I'm loving you
What can I do now？
When I see your face
I'm swept away
I can't let the moment go by
I think I found the love of my life
You, you, you, you
Tell me that this all is real
I think you're worth the life I live
You, you, you, you
I need you, I need you, I need you
You, you
You don't know what you do
I need you, I need you, I need you
Go put on my cologne
Can't you see？ Can't you see？
You got me loving you, baby
You got me loving you, baby
And I'll do anything you need
Just say you'll be forever my lady
You're driving me crazy
And I will give you my heart
I will give you my all
Love everything about ya,
I can't live without ya
I'm at yo mercy, girl you make the call
'Cause girl I'm loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
You got me loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
You drive me crazy, insane
You're every thought in my brain
Girl, you hear me？
Loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
What else can I say？
Uh uh uh
I'd kill a man for you
Baby, I adore ya
Do right for ya
Now that's love for ya
Got me feeling like OJ, L Way
Bronco, Freddy in the driveway, get away
And everything I'm saying gon leave me on that Oprah couch
I know she thinkin what this nigga talkin bout？
But the love for ya got me feelin invincible
Got me out here thinkin through
Run away all of my principles
And I mean it
And just the thought of seeing you
It's someone I'm stealin
This ain't a act, it's a fact
You know that I mean this
Got me trippin on this, nigga look away, you don't wanna see
this
Don't wanna see this
Girl you got me loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
You got me loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
You drive me crazy, insane
You're every thought in my brain
Girl you got me loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
What else can I say？
I met em only, yea you right
I'm on for my rocker
Oh yea
If she don't put it on me
Come between me and her and I'll...
Set yo ass on proper
I'm whilin to lose everything
I'm whilin to lose everything for her
I'm whilin to lose everything
I'm whilin to lose everything
Loving you, loving you
Got me loving you, baby
Got me loving you, baby
Got me loving you, baby
Loving you, loving you
Got me loving you, baby
Loving you, baby
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
You drive me crazy, insane
You're every thought in my brain
You got me loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
I hope you feel the same
Oh yea, oh yea
I don't know what to do
Oh yea, oh yea
And who
10.New Orleans
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
Oh na na na na na na na na na na na na
Oh na na na na na na
How can I love this bitch？
And at the same time stay and fuck this bitch
And at the same time while I fuck this bitch
And at the same time had enough of this bitch
How can I hold this bitch？
And at the same time I don't know this bitch
And at the same time I would cry over this bitch
And at the same time I would die over this bitch
Oh oh
On Thursday I'll leave you all alone
On Friday you showin up in my songs
And Saturday we back on the phone
By Sunday... welcome home
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (got me feenin)
That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (and I can't say
shit)
That New Orleans on me (just sit back and take it)
You know that spaghetti
Girl leave me yo dress, say I'll see you when I see you
Girl I'll see you 'cause I need ya
That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)
That New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
You know, you know
How can I curse this bitch？
And at the same time I lust over this bitch
At the same time while we fuss up in this bitch
And we don't match but we perfectly fit
How can I trust this bitch？
She's so mischiefious
But it isn't it obvious？
A nigga stuck like chuck up in this bitch
But fo real
On Thursday I'll leave you all alone
On Friday you showin up in my songs
By Saturday we back on the phone
It's Sunday... welcome home
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (got me feenin)
That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (and I can't say
shit)
That New Orleans on me (just sit back and take it)
You know that spaghetti
Girl leave me yo dress, say I'll see you when I see you
Girl I'll see you 'cause I need ya
That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)
That New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
You know, you know
I wanna let her go and I wanna tell her no
But I don't wanna be like that, don't wanna be so bad
Don't wanna lay the mat
All I know, something's going wrong
Still a nigga try to hold on hold on hold on hold on
Still can't stay so long
But she fine, now she in my face
Got a nigga feelin okay
Say she love me then that's where I've been
What the fuck you tryna say？
Girl, whenever I'm on the side
Like she got me high
Til she put me down, me down, me down
You know what I'm talkin bout
That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)
That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
11.Self-Conscious
Lyricist：Terius Nash／Carlos McKinney
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／Carlos McKinney
You don't have to be self-conscious.
I love your eyes in the morning
Even though you beg not to look your way
I love your smile in the morning
Even without the gloss
You look fine to me
Forget about the world whenever I'm with you
So forget about the world whenever your with me
If there's something broke then I will fix it
Girl lay in my arms
You will never feel alone
You don't have to be self-conscious
I love everything about you baby I promise
Don't be hard on yourself
Really there's nothin, that can change the way I feel, I'm for
real
If my love could kill
Love, love, love, love, love
I'm a love your body all night girl
Stop talkin bout you gettin thick and make love to me
I'm a kiss your face all night girl
Goin straight for the dimples in your cheeks, even though you
hate it
Girl forget about the world whenever your with me, if you swear
to never front, I swear I'll never leave
And I will keep the secrets, very deep in me
You will never be alone
You don't have to be self-conscious
I love everything about you, baby I promise
Don't be hard on yourself
Really there's nothin, that can change the way I feel, I'm for
real
If my love could kill
Love, love, love, love, love
12.Holy Love
Lyricist：Terius Nash／Carlos McKinney
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／Carlos McKinney
No lie
I'm a rollin stone
I stay ultra high
It's gotten harder to live
Easier to die
I'm a rollin stone
She said there will never be
Love for me
But you'll have everthing
But everything
Now no fancy car
Will replace my love
Not even a million women
Could help me feel that love
I sacrifice everything
For this love
On a rainy day in 07
I found an umbrella
Got a taste of it
And made a deal with her.
For the
Holy love, holy love
I made a deal with her
The holy love holy love
I'm a rolling stone
There will never be love for me
I'll be searching through
Forever endlessly
I sit amongst the throne
Inherited enemies
Became royalty
In this dynasty
Thought that fancy car
Would replace my love
Took the hands of women
To feel that love
I sacrificed everything
Yet I'm sill prayin for love
I came across another virgo
Every one knows
Got another taste
And re-up my deal with her
For the...
Holy love, holy love
13.Outro(The Dream／IV Play)
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
14.Slow It Down
Lyricist：Terius Nash／John Jackson
Writer(s)：Terius Nash／John Jackson
I know they aint gon play this on top 40 radio
But the white girls still gon' ride it like a rodeo
And I'ma stay ridin' this beat like a rodeo
And keep throwin' money til shorty gon' touch her toes
I'ma keep it real with you baby you bad
Kinda like Michael Jackson you bad
If you was my girl and left me I be sad
And for that let me see that ass
I'm here to see that thing pop
Im here to see that thing rock
I'm here to see you pick it up and let it drop
She backin' it up on me, DJ you know you wrong
Enough with the mothafuckin dance songs
You gotta slow it down
Down down down
Down down down
So she can take her time and work it on me babe
You gotta slow it down
Down down down
Down down down
Whisper in her ear while she on me babe
You gotta slow it down down down,
Down down down
Just swing it left, swing it right
You gotta slow it down
Down down down
Down down down
Thats what she likes
Now she rollin that and whippin' her hair
Slow motion with it while everyone stares
You can see her ass from the side of her like
Back and forth, forth and back
Show me what they do to that
Always with ya baby Ill never sell out
Them other niggas had to do a dance record
All the label wouldnt put em out
Ill never put a million records before you
Just keep on doing that thing you do
Everybody know slow money way better than no money
Except for those who don't know shit
Don't know woman don't know money
It starts out im so cool
We hangin' out and Im so funny
All of a sudden Im Winnie the Pooh
All up in your honey
Pants on her slim fit
Lights in the room dim lit
And Im feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit
Pants on her slim fit
Lights in the room dim lit
And Im feelin' on your booty on some R Kelly and Lil Kim shit
I'ma keep it real with you baby you bad
Kinda like Michael Jackson you bad
If you was my girl and left me I be sad
And for that let me see that ass
15.Divine
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
You're so beautiful
Backseat driving, wonderful islands
Oh yea yea
Beautiful morning sky
Coffee and New York Times
Oh yea
I can change my mind mid-air
And we flyin anywhere
Oh yea
Girl red light, life is so divine
Oh yea
So divine
So divine
So divine
So divine
Pa ra ra pa pa ra ra
Pa ra ra ra ta ta ra ra
Rolex movements
I'm never excluded,
Oh yea
Time with kings,
Desert amongst queens
Oh yea
Weeks on yachts
Almost forgot
Oh yea
The time will tell
Is it March or May？
As the seats recline
This is divine
Oh yea
So divine
So divine
So divine
So divine
(This is so divine)
Pa ra ra pa pa ra ra
Pa ra ra ra ta ta ra ra
Pa ra ra pa pa ra ra
Pa ra ra ra ta ta ra ra
As I define, define
Living in this neverending sky
A devotion to these secret ways of mine
Burning lights all day and all night
Return me to my roamin days
Where the riches play
Wait, I know this place
I've been here before
Living in the zema
And all
And the only thing I feel
Is infinity
Divine
16.Y'All
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
Here to sing the realest thing I've ever wrote
When I started to sing I prayed to God let me joke
Here to sing the realest thing I've ever wrote
When I started to sing I hope God let's me joke
You might wanna say
Regardless, he's heartless
Caught up, drunked out
God don't put anyone into yo mouth
You wanna say he's a not good son of a bitch
He'll never know what love truly is
You wanna say he ain't never been nothing
He's a monster, who would even want him anyway？
You wanna say I'm the loneliest thing in the world, why？
Next to this thing
But what they won't say
We will need help with God
I was there to help you by your mom
What they won't say is I've saved for my children
Like it's no tomorrow
I did it all, even through my sorrow
What they won't say
Is I've already bought houses for both of my daughters
What a wonderful father
What they won't say
Is I've changed every life of every nigga around me
Even the niggas that used to clown me
Some days I'm Superman
But sometimes even my cape needs dry-cleaning
Every once in a while
Sometimes I make it through without a pastor
But sometimes even I can use some preaching too
I'm just a child
Some days I'm full with positive energy
Other days I'm tired and I need help
Just a smile
Most days I can lead us to victory
Bu some days I need you to lead me
I can hear my mother say from the other land
This too shall pass
I can hear my father say from the other land
This too shall pass
Hate me when I'm up, love me when I'm down
Appreciate the good and bad until I'm underground
Love when I'm torn, love me when I fall
Crucify me if you want but I won't stop loving you
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
What they wanna say
Is how I don't give a damn about anybody
Who the fuck you can？ Yea right
They wanna say
I'm selfish, I wasn't there when you was helpless
Yea, whatever, whatever
They wanna say
That I'm trash, I'm broken glass
I'm all that
But what they they they they they won't
Is that he's fell and that he's always down
At the same motherfuckin time he said he was gonna be there
They wanna say
Is that I take love seriously
They won't say
Is that I care like you wouldn't believe
So if I hurt you I'm sorry
I didn't mean no harm
But I really gave it my all
Some days I'm Superman
But sometimes even my cape needs dry-cleaning
Every once in a while
Sometimes I make it through without a pastor
But sometimes even I can use some preaching too
I'm just a child
Some days I'm full with positive energy
Other days I'm tired and I need help
Just a smile
Most days I can lead us to victory
Bu some days I need you to lead me
I can hear my mother say from the other land
This too shall pass
I can hear my father say from the other land
This too shall pass
Hate me when I'm up, love me when I'm down
Appreciate the good and bad until I'm underground
Love when I'm torn, love me when I fall
Crucify me if you want but I won't stop loving you
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
Ya'll ya'll ya'll ya'll
Here to sing the realest thing I've ever wrote
When I started to sing I prayed to God let me joke
Here to sing the realest thing I've ever wrote
When I started to sing I hope God let's me joke
I'm only human
And you're only human
17.Tron
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
Tron, tron, tron, tron, tron, tron
Used to, used to, used to
Used to nigga, I used to ...the rent
And used to talk that strap
50 million of an umbrella
And I said fuck that
Fuck I look like hating on rnb nigga
I an rnb nigga
Used to ride that 'lac,
Now I ride that orange
Push the botton to start
To the o zone I'm start
Fuck I look like hating on rnb nigga
I an rnb nigga
Let you niggas get high for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Let you niggas get high for a minute
But I be hot for a century
I pull up fucking that 2 chains
My 2 chains,
My bad, I need 4 chains
Look like a nigga sell dope maine
Coke maine, cook right over that propaine
Me and you like these niggas
We just don't smoke the same
Don't see us nigga, just throw c's nigga
With the beats nigga, we overseas nigga
That cheese nigga, that mula, that mumba
Heard y'all niggas ain't fucking with me
Kiss my ass, muah!
notorious, big nigga
First generation, millionaire
You been saying the same rap for 10 years
Telling this, moron
Put it together by myself old tron
Put it together by myself old tron
I used to ...the rent
And used to talk that strap
50 million of an umbrella
And I said fuck that
Fuck I look like hating on rnb nigga
I an rnb nigga
Used to ride that 'lac,
Now I ride that orange
Push the botton to start
To the o zone I'm start
Fuck I look like hating on rnb nigga
I an rnb nigga
Everybody wanna to be hotter in this thang
When I'm running it, when I'm doing it
While you doing her, doing her, schoolin her
Fuck you yeah, you and her
Stand up, so cover up
Bathroom and I'm shitting on you niggas
Tallest stools
Balling shot calling
My daughter's too next generation...
My son's got a good record, fuck use the motto
Check the mail box, super roll everyday
I'm sick of winning, I'm sick of spending
I got pockets on them, for my grades on them
Music genius, I'm the nerd...
Telling this, moron
Put it together by myself old tron
Put it together by myself old tron
I used to ...the rent
And used to talk that strap
50 million of an umbrella
And I said fuck that
Fuck I look like hating on rnb nigga
I an rnb nigga
Used to ride that 'lac,
Now I ride that orange
Push the botton to start
To the o zone I'm start
Fuck I look like hating on rnb nigga
I an rnb nigga
Let you niggas get high for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Let you niggas get high for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Tron, tron, tron, tron, tron, tron
Tron, tron, tron, tron, tron, tron.
18.Psycho
Lyricist：Terius Nash
Writer(s)：Terius Nash
Well I'd hurt for you
Roaming in these perfect walls of love
Baby, we'll stretch your time
And I cling to you
Like a child in a smoke filled room
Hold on to you
And I swear you don't the feeling
And I can kill it
I swear, girl you don't the feeling
I wish you could feel it
The sunlight's everywhere but where I want it to be
The darkness everywhere I see
You're making me psycho, psycho, psycho
Can't let go, let go, let go
Everything I do, brings me back to you you you you
And every decision that you do do do
You're making me psycho, psycho, psycho
Me and my painted walls
I should be in your car for you
But my echoes that I'm facing
And everything I've been taking
And I turn to you
And I don't know what's holding us back
In silence, by this painted glass
Girl, you don't this feeling
I paint this picture
I swear, girl you don't this feeling
I'm iller
The stars shine everywhere but where I want it to be
And space is everywhere between you and me
You're making me psycho, psycho, psycho
Can't let go, let go, let go
Everything I do, brings me back to you you you you
And every decision that you do do do
You're making me psycho, psycho, psycho
Me and my painted walls
Painted walls, inside of walls
To me you could fuck everybody who wants, that it wants
Even when you're near me, you can't heal me
Soundproof fixtures, quilted ceilings
Talking to myself in a room with no one else
And I tell you that I care but no one's there
You're making me psycho, psycho, psycho
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