Little Big Town – Free (The Breaker Album)



[Verse 1]
Magnavox in the living room
CBS and NBC
Closed on 10 in the backyard
Hockey game in the street
Deck of cards in the kitchen
Cool breeze from our screen door
Grandma reading love letters Grandpa wrote her in the war

[Chorus]
Free
All those memories, free
Didn’t cost us anything
All the shiny cars, perfect yards, chasing store bought dreams
We worked so hard to have it all, when all the things we want are free

[Verse 2]
Got your accent from your home town
Sense of humor from your dad
Get your green eyes from your mother
God knows you can’t buy that
They’ll charge you for a six pack
But your friends are always there
A few extra bucks in the offer plate
Even though you can’t buy a prayer

[Chorus]
Free
All those memories, free
Didn’t cost us anything
All the shiny cars, perfect yards, chasing store bought dreams
We worked so hard to have it all, when all the things we want are free

[Chorus]
Free
All those memories, free
Didn’t cost us anything
All the shiny cars, perfect yards, chasing store bought dreams
We worked so hard to have it all, when all the things we want are free

[Outro]
Free
Free



Max Wonders – Grow Up letras



[Hook 1]
I don’t wanna grow up, no more
I don’t wanna blow up, no more
Got my adolescence on a necklace
I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
I can’t let it, no, no

[Verse 1]
What would my mama say
I ain’t been getting no sleep
Vices of being 18
Prices you pay
If you want your name on the screen
And flights getting paid for your team
Praise to the Lord
And screw all the powers that be
Cause they wanna throw away key
Keep us in cells
Then wonder why all of the peace
Is being disrupted in streets
But we raising hell
Lucifer scared of the teens
He seen ’em on NBC
CNN reasoning for all the children that bleed
The cop said that he tried to reach
Wish I was kid again
I wanna hang on the swings
Instead of hanging on the trees
Couple adrenaline rushes
Out racing all week
Shaking and move to the beat, yeah

[Hook 2]
I don’t wanna grow up, no more
I don’t wanna blow up, no more
Got my adolescence on a necklace
I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
I can’t let it, no, no (yeah)
X2

[Verse 2]
My Grandmother told me that I would great
See she died when I was ’bout 8
But she seen potential
So everything happening now
Was probably already fate
Don’t ask if I’m hungry
Boy, I already ate
We coming for more just to stock up the plate
Wasn’t satisfied with 2015
Baby, all I know is 2088
Jump off the roof
Into the pool
Your parents ain’t home
I’ll be over at 2
Or you could bring 2
Friends to my home
I might just have the juice
Least she tell me I do
She know I’m ’bout to blow
But I’m keeping my cool
That’s that humble approach
And she love what I do
Please don’t let that ego go to your head
If that’s what you’re on then you’re better off dead
It’s a revolution through the music
Every bar a desert eagle raised at your head
God I’m sorry if I’m heinous
I came a long way from pretending to be the red ranger
Now I’m channeling my anger
‘TIl I get that private plane inside the private hangar
Yeah

[Hook 3]
I don’t wanna grow up, no more
I don’t wanna blow up, no more
Got my adolescence on a necklace
I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
I can’t let it, no, no (yeah)
X2

Childish Gambino – Higher Love

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

Childish Gambino – Higher Love Lyrics

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..