Domo Genesis & Alchemist - No Idols Lyrics (Ft. Tyler the Creator)

No Idols Lyrics by Domo Genesis & Alchemist Ft. Tyler the Creator

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Haley, Domo Gen in this bitch
I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids
Some gasoline, me and Domo are two talented kids
Bitch, we back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs
You think I give a fuck? Exes get to hackin' at dicks
Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz
Man this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole
I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor
That's cause I'm up 'til four in the morning recording, fuck it
If you think I'm a dick, you bitch then why don't you, shove it
Up your fuckin' ass, I mastered this shit like I'm, ?
Cuban chain tucked cause you know I don't like, stuntin'
But since we're on the subject, I'm good bruh it's, nothin'
Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up
You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up
But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella
Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella
And I'm still fuckin' hungry, that's probably cause I'm African
Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again
Actually, fuck this, Adult Swim pays good
Loiter Squad season two, bitch I wanna act again

[Break]
Uno, dos, tres, quatro (x8)

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Liftin' up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout
To be honest, when I drop it I'm knockin' the whole block out
Off the glass, even when it look good I still box out
Bitch regardless, I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out
Smellin' like success, leave the room I bet it linger
Word slinger, oh it's itchin' I'm fixin' the trigger finger
I don't get respect it's like somebody gotta die tonight
Type to hit my special five times in a title fight

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Six in the morn, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose
The needle got me sick, whatever robotussin will get it
I'mma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish
I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything that I imagine
I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one
Cause twenty-three's too late, I'm done
I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse
But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk
It's No Idols, nigga
Domo Genesis

[Verse 4: Domo Genesis]
I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed
Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals
Listen yo, quit the bitchin', white-tinted
I got this shit controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul
For all you know I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story
Reason you feelin' worried, cause I'm the poltergeist
I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights
So when they ask me if I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em, "Show you're right"
I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now
Plannin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile
Document my awesomeness cause I don't like to freestyle
I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile
Domo Genesis, what I tell them bitches I'm finished with
Spit the sickest shit, don't put them tickets on your Christmas list
Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists
Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit
No Idols

[Outro]
Our boy Al, everybody's pal

Grizzly Bear - Yet Again Lyrics

Yet Again Lyrics by Grizzly Bear

Yet again, we’re the only ones
No surprise, this is often how it’s done
Lately, it’s about all I can take
I will put an end in all these brakes
oh-oh-oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Shell with another crack
I’m small, but I can keep track
Too soon, everyone just step away
I’m sure this isn’t the last ṗlay

Take it all and strike
Speak don’t confide
Barely had a chase
It’s done before we try
Stop it and deny
Does it end your phase?

Keep score even play, it feels this game
I know when I’ll set her the same
If I could, I will beat it all in
No chance, to move outwards and see

oh-oh-oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Take it all and strike
Speak don’t confide
Barely had a chase
It’s done before we try
Stop it and deny
Does it end your phase?

Take it all and strike
Speak don’t confide
Barely had a chase
It’s done before you try
Stop it and deny
Does it end your phase?

Robert Cray Band - Won’t Be Coming Home Lyrics

Won’t Be Coming Home Lyrics by Robert Cray Band

As her car pulls out the driveway
And she don’t wave goodbye
Her last words echo in my mind
Listen honey, i gotta get away

I’m standing here watching her tail lights
As if they’re some kind of sign
Fading into a memory
I just got tired of trying

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

Two days later i get a letter
A picture of a room in some hotel
Sitting framed up on the table,
A picture i know so well
You’ve painted yourself in to a corner
Now you’re trying to paint something new
And your lipstick on the letter
Is a goodbye kiss from you

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

I still set the table
Still set it for you and me
It’s become a habit
My own personal make believe

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keeṗ i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home

Three Days Grace - Chalk Outline Lyrics

Chalk Outline Lyrics by Three Days Grace

This is the sign of the times
Another mountain to climb
The Sun burns as hot as a flame in the devil’s eye
Let’s get ourselves a race
The sky is raining, raise!
We are mistaking, it’s already taken us
You and I

Mumford & Sons - Whispers In The Dark Lyrics

Whispers In The Dark Lyrics by Mumford & Sons

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

You hold your truth so purely
Swerve not through the minds of men
The lie, it is dead
And this cup of yours tastes holy
But you know I was not that man
It’s not my land

And my heart
Was colder when you’d gone
I lost my head
But found the one that I loved

It’s not what I do that makes me
In my weakness I grew strong
Held my tongue
And I’ve learned from errors made early
A brush with the devil can clear your mind
And strengthen your spine

But fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance

Whispers in the dark
Steal a kiss and you’ll break a heart
Pick up your clothes and curl your toes
Learn your lesson, lead me home
Spare my sins for the ark
I was to slow to depart
I’m a cad but I’m not aflawed
I set out to serve the Lord.

But my heart
Was colder when you’d gone
I lost my head
But found the one that I loved
Under the sun
Under the sun

And fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance
Fingers tap into what you were once
And I’m worried that I blew my only chance

But my heart
Was colder when you’d gone
I lost my head
But still, while we are young
While we are young
While we are young
While we are young

Mikkey Halsted - Momma In My Ear Lyrics (Ft. Pusha T)

Momma In My Ear Lyrics by Mikkey Halsted Ft. Pusha T

Young Chop on the beat

[Hook]
Yeah, momma on my mind
I got momma in my ear, my woman on my back
Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap
Taking penitentiary chances, playing Russian Roulette
Ducking out police, trying to cheat the angel of death

[Verse 1: Mikkey Halsted]
I learned the cheat code from real niggas
Got out the house early, I was a field nigga
Let’s be honest, these artists don’t paint the real picture
I try to listen but honestly, I don’t feel niggas
I was Polo, Nautica, Hilfiger
Been fresh to death, therefore we spill liquor
You dummies don’t even get it, do you
Rapping my life, you suckas don’t even live it, do you
From where pussies get fucking wetter
Still my daddy made me fight them niggas head up’
I dig the knowledge, I hope these cowawrds is read up
Funerals get expensive, I hope that you got your bread up
Go ahead and jump out that window
I stopped playing with niggas after Nintendo
I know you niggas is pillow
You want to understand Mikkey, it’s this simple

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mikkey Halsted]
Bury so many family I’m feeling numb
So many homies, it hurts even worse when they young
Sometimes I ain’t proud of where I’m from
I wonder if momma’s proud of what I’ve become
She say she is but I know that she wanted more from me
Know that God got something special in store for me
See, the journey just made me more hungry
I’m not bitch, need no man to open the door for me
I wish daddy could see me, my granny could feed me
A famous ? if Scarface had never plugged ?
And my cousin Cee-lo Reed was here to hear my CD
I gotta step up in his daughter’s life, I know she needs me
Chasing Lamborghinis, I’m merciless
Overdo it, every line is superfluous
Chicago the place that birthed this shit
But we claim the whole universe as our turf

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Yech, I can’t escape the slander
The irony of “I escaped the slammer”
Guess I’m Houdini in that motherfucking manor
Local authorities can’t oppress my grandeur
They see me three ways, MTV with the VJs
Any mag cover or TSA in my PJs
Whoo, I fly them every so often
When I die, Maserati rig the coffin
Thirteen millionaires on the run to Boston
Call spades by the racist ass Massachusetts officers
Digest, put it together niggas
Ha, I was simply being clever, niggas
Lucky for you, this ain’t my sole endeavor, nigga
Or you’d be calling me Hov or even better, nigga
Whoo, notorious Push
It’s only so long that the gods overlooked one

Bob Dylan - Early Roman Kings Lyrics

Early Roman Kings Lyrics by Bob Dylan

All the early Roman kings
In their shark skin suits
Bow ties and buttons
High top boots

Drivin’ the spikes in *
Blazin’ the rails
Nailed in their coffins
Top hats and tails
Fly away over
Fly away flap your wings
Fly by night

Like the early Roman kings
They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers
They buy and they sell
They destroyed your city
They’ll destroy you as well
They’re lecherous and treacherous
A-Hell bent for leather *
Each of ‘em bigger
Than all men put together
Sluggers and muggers
Wearin fancy gold rings
All the women going crazy
For the early Roman kings