Play this song
[Verse 1]
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won’t waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I’m getting so tired and so old
The anger swells in my guts
And I won’t feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine
[Chorus]
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
[Verse 2]
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
‘Cause they don’t get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we’ll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine
[Chorus]
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
[Vocalizing]

Play this song
[Intro: Lil Pump]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Thank you Fizzle)
[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)
[Verse: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
My money flip, Jeff Hardy
I drop a nigga for trying to rob me
I don’t give a fuck bust out gun in the party
Your girlfriend a groupie so I let her top me
Bitch I walked out on a nigga (Bitch)
Suppressor on me bitch I silence a nigga
Hoe check the stats we the richest young niggas
I feel like a lick walking ’round with six figures (Six)
Sipping on drank in the morning (Ooh)
I’m the new age Beethoven
Imma do a drive by in a Ford Focus (Vroom)
Shh, went in her purse and she didn’t even notice (Damn)
Stomp his ass out in my boots (Ooh)
Do not look at me confused (Ooh)
Don’t make me go knock out your tooth (Ah ah)
My grandma she ride with that tool (Ayy)
[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)

Play this song
[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Verse 1]
He will long for the feeling standing strong with his brothers
Before the enemy
He will miss the quiet pride of his men at his side as he leads them into victory
[Pre-Chorus]
He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place
[Bridge]
But nothing quite compares to the taste
He can’t replace it, no, no, no
[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
[Verse 2]
The pain takes a backseat for a cause
No applause from his country
No service leaves him lessor, when he loses his suppressor
And the pain that comes is deafening
[Pre-Chorus]
He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place
[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
[Interlude]
We are born in hospitals in different states
To moms and dads who work and pray
That we’ll be saved, an amazing grace
The chosen few get shipped away
One more mile, one more day
To harvest souls and bear the weight
And reap the tax that must be paid
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior

Ay, ay, ay, bitch
[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman   (Bitch,   bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk   inside the party, bitch, you know   I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
[Verse 1]
Get-get back, man, I just got some racks in
You got your first check and went yo’ ass straight to the tap man
Don’t hand me your mixtape, bitch, I’ll throw it in the trash can (Bitch)
Pocket full of hundreds, bitch, I’m walkin’ like a fat man
Like a fat man, I got racks
I get your bih’, that bitch from the back
Don’t fuck with niggas ’cause niggas be wack (Facts)
I hit that bih’ with a stack
Every bih’ you wanna fuck I done had it
Took your bitch home, threw that bitch on the mattress
Walk like a boss and I ball like a Maverick (Woo)
Just like Batman, I’m ready for action
I booked that bitch a hotel ’cause my place not where she crashin’ (Bitch)
Bitch, don’t look my way when I roll up ’cause I’m not passin’
I jumped off in that foreign, crunk that bitch and got to smashin’
(Bitch, I’m gone)
[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
[Verse 2]
She wanna fuck ’cause I got the juice (‘Cause I got the juice)
But I want the neck (I want the neck), just like a noose (Just like a noose)
And she off the Goose (She off the what?) so she finna loose (She finna loose)
I’m with the gang-gang in the back, so don’t make a move (So don’t make a move)
I put the gang-gang on the map, now we in Peru (We in Peru)
Chopper go bang-bang, so get back or you gon’ be through (Buck)
Ay, bad hoes, I need my bitches in two (Two)
Ay, I’ma asshole ’cause as soon as I fuck then I’m through (I’m through, bitch)
Just like Batman, I run shit like a captain
Every time you see me, bitch, I’m in the latest fashion
You don’t want no smoke so you can quit with all that cappin’
I’m in traffic with yo’ bitch inside that motherfuckin’ Aston (In them Astons, skrrt)
[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew) Play this song
[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

(H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho)
Onsight, onsight, I cop it off the lot (Yeah, ho)
Screaming “Free 03” til’ they let him out (Yeah, ho) (Hottest, now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
[Part II]
[Intro: Project Pat]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
SOSer, ain’t no panties under that dressa (Mmhmm)
Nipple rings pokin’ through the shirt, tats on her neck-a
Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wrecka (Ayy)
Rich nigga dick betta, come with a checka
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I might have to flex her, bust a Rollie on a bitch
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
That pussy stay wetta when it’s on a raw dick
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Called her ass lit, at the club on that peach Crown (Mmm)
Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down (Mmm)
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (Skeet, skeet)
Ass wide, I got the gun, I had to hold the skreet down
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real (Ooh)
Yeah she gon’ hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho)
What you lookin’ at? Onsight mane, when I see that bitch I’ma…
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Beat the pussy like I’m Joe Jackson (Yeah, ho)
Lick that pussy, stick that pussy, that’s the total package (Yeah, ho)
Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes
‘Cause we wasted half a hour gettin’ head in traffic (Yeah, ho)
Made it rain on her, now that pussy extra splashin’ (Yeah, ho)
In that thang soakin’ wet, I forgot my jacket (Yeah, ho)
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
720S Mclaren, my shit go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes (Yeah, ho)
New Versace denim, bust ’em with the cherry ashes (Yeah, ho)
All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses (Yeah, ho)
Anything she want, anything she want (I’m buyin’ it)
She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch (For lunch?)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Who the hottest in the city? Play this song
[Part I]
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’ mane
(Yeah, oh no, oh my)
(Ohh)
Yeah, mane, Ty what’s good mane? (Yeah, ho, what you lookin’ at?)
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho), I had fun with that (Woo)
Onsight, onsight she know I need that (Bounce that)
Onsight, onsight, like where the weed at? (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city?

Play this song
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone,   yeah
Fuck   that bitch one   time and then I’m phoning home,   yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Fuck nigga, what you want? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, ’cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition
Pussy nigga, you ain’t really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband ‘posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin’, yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain’t that
Boy be telling, yeah, can’t fuck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It’s a Glock .40
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Huh (What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke?

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning
That pillow caressing your cheek when you are tired and yawning (Mmm)
I’m jealous of the steering wheel you wrap your hands around
That seat belt’s on your chest hearing your heart, holding you down
I envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning
Oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I would jump over the edge for you to get to you
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I’d walk an ocean to get to you (Next to you)
[Chorus]
It’s unfair ’cause I’m missing you way too much
I’m missing you, missing you way too much
And I’m wishing you were right here because
I’m missing you way, way too much
And I know that it’s so silly of me
To be jealous of all these stupid things
But I’m missing you, missing you way too much
I’m missing you way, way, way too much
And it’s unfair
[Verse 2]
Am I crazy to wanna hold you like the clothes on your body? (Oh-ooh)
I would trade places with the air that rushes by you so softly
Oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh (Yeah), ooh-ooh
I would jump over the edge for you, to get to you, oh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I’d walk an ocean get to you, yeah (Next to you)
[Chorus]
It’s unfair ’cause I’m missing you way too much
I’m missing you, missing you way too much
And I’m wishing you were right here because
I’m missing you way, way too much
And I know that it’s so silly of me
To be jealous of all these stupid things
But I’m missing you, missing you way too much
I’m missing you way, way, way too much
And it’s unfair
[Verse 3]
That you’ve got the things I need, but they’re always out of reach (And it’s unfair)
That I always have to dream to get you next to me
And it’s unfair
Even the stars that shine get to see you at night (And it’s unfair)
It all reminds me of you and maybe that’s the reason why I’m always
[Chorus]
Missing you way too much, yeah
I’m missing you, missing you way too much (Too much)
And I’m wishing you were right here because (Were right here because)
I’m missing you way, way, way too much (Oh, missing you)
And I know that it’s so silly of me (To be jealous of all)
To be jealous of all these stupid things
But I’m missing you (But I’m missing you, yeah), missing you way too much
I’m missing you way, way, way too much
And it’s unfair
[Outro]
And it’s unfair
And it’s unfair
And it’s unfair
Said I’m missing you way too much
Way too much

Play this song
[Verse 1]
There’s a four-by-six of a sunset kiss
And one of you laughin’ at me catching my first fish
One on Valentine’s Day
With the mariachi band at our favorite place
[Chorus]
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
The camera doesn’t show the way it hurt
No, that ain’t the way I remember it happenin’
In between the flashes it was sad, it was tragic
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
[Verse 2]
There’s one on my phone that I can’t erase (One on my phone)
But you’d never know by the smile on my face
That inside I was dying, later that night I’d be crying
The last one before “goodbye”
[Chorus]
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
The camera doesn’t show the way it hurt
No, that ain’t the way I remember it happening
In between the flashes it was sad, it was tragic
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
[Bridge]
No photo evidence, not a single proof
Of all the hell that we went through
[Chorus]
But damn, we sure looked happy in pictures
The camera doesn’t show the way it hurt
No, that ain’t the way I remember it happening
In between the flashes it was sad, it was tragic
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
[Outro]
(So happy)
(So happy in pictures)
Oh, yes we did
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
(So happy)
(So happy in pictures)

And honestly it’ll probably be a while before we can just be friends
[Pre-Chorus]
I just can’t believe
We went from strangers to lovers to strangers in a lifetime
Now just memories
We’ve gone from strangers to lovers to strangers
(Small talk)
[Chorus]
Acting like we never met
Faking like we’d just forget
We were lovers
And now there’s nothing left but small talk
Had every inch of your skin
There’s nowhere your hands haven’t been (Hands haven’t been)
Ain’t it funny? ‘Cause now there’s nothing left but small talk
(Now there’s nothing left but small talk)
[Post-Chorus]
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Blah-blah-blah)
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Now there’s nothing left but small talk (Now there’s nothing left)
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Small talk)
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Now there’s nothing left but small talk All the highs and lows and in-betweens
And now you see me and just say, “Hey”
Isn’t it weird that you’ve seen me naked? ‘Cause now there’s nothing left but small talk
[Verse 2]
Isn’t it wild that I know your weakness? Play this song
[Verse 1]
Isn’t it strange that you used to know me? ‘Cause now there’s nothing left but small talk
[Post-Chorus]
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Now there’s nothing left but small talk
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Nothing left‚ nothing left‚ baby)
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Nah)
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Oh no)
Now there’s nothing left but small talk
[Bridge]
And I just can’t believe
We went from strangers to lovers to strangers
[Chorus]
Acting like we never met
Faking like we’d just forget
We were lovers
And now there’s nothing left but small talk
Had every inch of your skin
There’s nowhere your hands haven’t been (Oh)
Ain’t it funny? And everybody at the party thinks
That you’re the best since sliced bread
And isn’t it awkward I got a new somebody? We had conversations ’bout forever
Now it’s ’bout the weather‚ okay
[Pre-Chorus]
And I just can’t believe
We went from strangers to lovers to strangers in a lifetime
Now just memories
We’ve gone from strangers to lovers to strangers
Yeah
[Chorus]
Acting like we never met
Faking like we’d just forget
We were lovers
And now there’s nothing left but small talk
Had every inch of your skin
There’s nowhere your hands haven’t been
Ain’t it funny?

Play this song
[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day
[Chorus: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning
[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby
[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby
[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen? Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby
[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you
[Chorus: B.