Spit Syndicate – Fuck It Lyrics

[Intro]
“[?] Antwon, but you’re becoming a grown up, and you need to be [?] like a grown up.”
“I ain’t no grown up. I’m a musician goddammit.”

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi]
They say the drugs ain’t good like they used to be
Love don’t mean what it used to me
No such thing as a lunch that’s free?
Well, f**k it, that’s news to me, usually
I try weave all three of an afternoon
Couple years back it was hard to do
But now I’m so good at it that it’s masterful
Get hooked up everywhere we passing through
But I’m, I’m always on the clock, always got work (work)
But the thing about my job is it got perks (plenty)
Man, it’s almost to the point that it’s not work (it is)
Ain’t gotta worry about checking with the boss first (nah)
I’m the big bird, got the top perch
Every Sunday, but it’s not church
My girl got them pins, and I’m tryna bowl a strike like “stop work”
It’s bad now, and it’s about to be a lot worse

[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Lupi]
Ain’t give a f**k back then
Imagine how we feel now? Huh? (how it feel?)
Look. they are only just catchin’
Onto what we known for years now, listen
You got my number in your phone then I f**ks wit’ ya
Or on tour I try to buy drugs from ya
Either way I got love for ya
And when I’m in your town, well, I’ll probably hit you up, see what’s up wit’ ya

[Chorus: Jimmy Nice]
I don’t mean to be the one to
Tell you I’m the coldest
Ayy, f**k it, f**k it
f**k it, it’s nothin’
City on my shoulders squat it
Wonder how long (how long) I’ma hold it
We say “f**k it, f**k it
f**k it, it’s nothin’”

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]
See, the ultimate hustler got multiple hustles
(Ultimate, ultimate) Ha?
Sip on Grenache, save a dash for the muscles
Veal tortellini, don’t sleep on the truffle
Please admit it, y’all are in it for the wrong thing
Try to pay the rent thing
Penny for your thoughts? We don’t wanna pay a cent thing
Kinda wonder what your friends think
The mind bends to think y’all still ain’t guess the memo
We sip Bellinis in Sorrento
Thirty-five millimetre mementos
Neither one of us are keeping on what we spending though
Miss bouquet to the miss buckets (hey)
2K cheat code, we don’t miss buckets
New shit drop, when they hear the shit tuck it
I might go nine minutes on this shit
f**k it, f**k it
f**k it, f**k yeah
Take Tupperware everywhere we go now
‘Cause I love the scraps, so let it go down
Say, don’t the word ‘king’ get thrown ’round
Way too easy now’days, hard to appease me now’days
I need a reason now’days, weak shit or the seven One Dayers

[Chorus: Jimmy Nice]
I don’t mean to be the one to
Tell you I’m the coldest
Ayy, f**k it, f**k it
f**k it, it’s nothin’
City on my shoulders squat it
Wonder how long (how long) I’ma hold it
We say “f**k it, f**k it
f**k it” Shoom

[Outro: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi]
Two beeps out the front then we rollin’
Bet you know the company we keep ([?])
Man, I don’t give a damn what the next man holdin’
When you keep a hand might fold ’em
And I ride the beat like the damn thing stolen
Stolen, shit
Barely been a year since last time we told ’em
We all rollin’, everybody rollin’
Two beeps out the front then we rollin’
Bet you know the company we keep ([?])
Man, I don’t give a damn what the next man holdin’
When you keep a hand might fold ’em
And I ride the beat like the damn thing stolen
Stolen, shit
Barely been a year since last time we told ’em
We all rollin’, everybody rollin’
Lord

Maybe – Russ lyrics

Lyrics Russ – Maybe

Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maaaybe I should go
Maaaybe not
Maaaybe I can’t take you that serious. (x2)

I was in Atlanta
She was 19
I was only 20
She was tryna scheme
She had nightmares
Me I had dreams
She had wants
Me I had needs
I don’t like to chill
Yeah I like to f**k
I don’t pop pills
Yeah I get drunk
Just throw it back
TBT versuri-lyrics.info
Every Sunday like CCD
You knew me back when
Before the back-ends
I made your back bend
Ooh
Now there’s a husband
But you don’t f**k him
Cause you don’t love him
Oohhh.

Maaaybe I should call
Maaaybe not
Maaaybe I should leave
Maaaybe not
Maaaybe I should go
Maaaybe not
Maaaybe I can’t take you that serious. (x2)

Its been four long years since I seen you
Wouldn’t wanna be you
Its been four long years since I left you
But I ain’t forget you
So you pull up on me cause I say so
You still broke I’m paid though
Downtown buckhead bad latina from the block like J-Lo
All my chips got Queso
Yeah I’m tryna rub it in
Whole lotta money been comin’ in
Im’a come up I don’t know if you should come again.

Maaaybe I should call
Maaaybe not
Maaaybe I should leave
Maaaybe not
Maaaybe I should go
Maaaybe not
Maaaybe I can’t take you that seriousss. (x2)
Russ lyrics
Video Russ

Russ – Maybe

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 1]
I was in Atlanta
She was 19
I was only 20
She was tryna scheme
She had nightmares
Me I had dreams
She had wants
Me I had needs
I don’t like to chill
Yeah I like to fuck
I don’t pop pills
Yeah I get drunk
Just throw it back
TBT
Every Sunday like CCD
You knew me back when
Before the back-ends
I made your back bend
Ooh
Now there’s a husband
But you don’t fuck him
Cause you don’t love him
Ooh

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

[Verse 2]
Its been four long years since I seen you
Wouldn’t wanna be you
Its been four long years since I left you
But I ain’t forget you
So you pull up on me cause I say so
You still broke I’m paid though
Downtown buckhead bad latina from the block like J-Lo
All my chips got Queso
Yeah I’m tryna rub it in
Whole lotta money been comin’ in
Im’a come up I don’t know if you should come again

[Chorus]
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious
Maybe I should call
Maybe not
Maybe I should leave
Maybe not
Maybe I should go
Maybe not
Maybe I can’t take you that serious

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson"
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

Hozier – Take Me To Church lyrics

[Verse 1]
My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
Should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
Fresh poison each week
“We were born sick,” you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me worship in the bedroom
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

[Chorus x2:]
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

[Verse 2]
If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus x2:]
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

[Bridge]
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

[Chorus x2:]
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life