Play this song
Perfect petals punctuate the fabrics yellow blue
silver platters with strawberries strewn across the room
In Zimmerman with sandals on one summer dress to choose
Three girls
eyes rolled
loud laughter
dust specs lit by afternoon
My life is sweet like lemonade now there’s no bitter fruit
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
no thought of you
My thoughts have changed
my voice is higher
now i’m over u
No flickering in my head movies
projected in Bellevue
Because I captured the mood of my wish fulfilled
and sailed to Xanadu
The grief that came in waves that rolled I navigated through
The fire from my wish as wind to future-trip to Malibu
now everything I have is perfect
nothing much to do
just perfect florals
green embroidered chairs
one dress to choose

I’m ’bout to make this shit G again (Let me hit that lick)
I’m war-ready like I’m Ricky Ross (Huh)
Yeah, boys in the hood, we knocking Ricky off (Boom)
She think I love her, yeah, she fucking crazy (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to pass that bitch like Tom Brady (Woah)
These niggas pussy, boy, this shit a drip (A drip)
I’m better off beefing with Taylor Swift (Haha)
[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Haha)
[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (What the fuck?)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I’m gettin’ head in the back of the Phantom
Fuckin’ with Ross and I’m back in Atlanta
When I’m in Nieman’s, I act like I’m a scammer
Do the connect like I’m Tony Montana
Give me a chopper to go from the slammer
I tell the driver to go get my hammer
I got a bitch that’s servin’ them bricks
And everything lit like I’m holdin’ a candle (Woo!)
Feds disrespectin’ me in investigations, I don’t trap (No)
30 Million, 20 houses, I ain’t think about that (No)
Niggas tryna rob me, I ain’t tripping on it, I’m strapped (Woo)
Huh, put a hunnid bands on it, we ain’t beefing out back (No)
Came from the bottom of the bottom (Bottom)
Richer that milli, they watching (Woo)
I done got back in my pocket (Pocket)
Ballin’ in Houston like Rockets (Balling)
I did that, we got a problem (Problem)
Fuckin’ these hoes, then swap ’em (Swap ’em)
Just in the Rolls and drop ’em (Skrt)
Dawn out the Rolls on Collins (Yeah) Woo! Oh, you niggas in trouble, nigga
Oh, yeah Play this song
[Intro: Jeezy]
Ah (Yeah)
Ha ha ha
Turn every up in that a lil bit (Yeah)
Oh, we gon’ keep that (Ha)
Yeah
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you lookin’ at? You claim you real but your Rollie fake (Rollie fake)
Say you’re my dawg but you know you’re snake (Ssss), fuck ’em
Like Makaveli, I’m about to snap (‘Bout to snap)
Like Curtis Jackson, go and get the strap
[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Woo)
[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Best to wash it, wash that shit nigga)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
This nigga talkin’ like he ‘Ye or somethin’ (Like he ‘Ye or somethin’)
That nigga must be on that ye or somethin’ (Damn)
Heard what I said nigga, fuck Trump (Fuck Trump)
Say it again, nigga, fuck Trump (Yeah)
Somebody better call CNN (CNN)
Hello? [Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X
[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets
[Outro: Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, I would sell back but I ain’t with no motherfucking [?]
You understand what I’m saying?

(Skrt)
Yeah, mami, call me, “Big papi” (Big Papi)
Chop a nigga, don’t speak ’cause I’m rich and groovy
Got hits like Rudy, make a bitch whistle me
Tequila got me loopy, Russ pack, fruity (Nigga)
[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
[Outro: Ozuna]
O-Ozuna, ja
Hi Music Hi Flow
Pue-Puerto Rico
Dominican Republic, baby, ja
Nibiru, Nibiru, Nibiru, Nibiru
Dimelo Vi, ja Play this song
[Intro: Jermaine Dupri & Ozuna]
(Hi Music Hi Flow)
Y’all know who this is
(Ozuna, jaja)
[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie   bad,   she gon’ bust   it down (Yeah)
She know about the   digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
From the LBC shore, wheels up on the G4
Louis bag with the Gucci loafs, silk shirt with a mink coat
Flying in, selling game to all you hoes and you’re buying in
Legend in your presence, hiding
Got a room full of bitches and they lying there
High in there, ain’t no fire, but a lot of wine in there
They get it, ain’t no WiFi
On the low, close the door, bitch, I Spy
See when I pull up, jump in, we slip out
Roll up, roll out, get mines, dip out
She had to come and give a real Crip a taste
Out of pocket, never that stayin’ in stripper’s place
Big brown ass with some fat titties
And baby make magic when I’m in the city
[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
[Verse 2: Ozuna]
(Jaja; ma’)
Ya perdí la cuenta de lo que me estoy buscando
Gastando, viajando el mundo, en un avión rodando (Un avión rodando)
Tu mujer me está chequeando (-tá chequeando)
Y no le cuente’ que en el año son treinta palo’ sonando (-ta palo’ sonando)
Balenciaga, flow de Richard Mille, de Patek, de [?]
¿Quién te enseñó ese, quién fue? (Ah)
Lo que tú hace’ ahora ya yo lo pasé, ah (Ya yo lo pasé, ah)
A melón por año estuviera en ’93 (Ah)
Que tú no tienes flow, yo lo valgo y lo mantengo (Y lo mantengo)
Tírenme to’, que con ustedes me entretengo (Me entretengo)
Tú suenas bien pero el jarabe yo lo tengo (Ay, yo lo tengo)
Bajé pa’l barrio, de ahí es que yo me mantengo (Nah, jaja)
Que tú no tienes flow, yo lo valgo y lo mantengo (Y lo mantengo)
Tírenme to’, que con ustedes me entretengo (Yo me entretengo)
Tú suenas bien pero el jarabe yo lo tengo (Prr, prr, ja)
Bajé pa’l barrio, de ahí es que yo me mantengo (Hi Music Hi Flow)
[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Eyes hid behind the tints on my glasses (I’m high)
Cartier frames, I become a fanatic (I’m blind)
Belaire champagne, we don’t drink out the glasses (No)
Time is money baby, so I quibble over semantics (Word)
Ace card good, but my license invalid (Word)
She gon’ throw it back, but it ain’t for the challenge (Throw it back)
I just seen Snoop park the Wraith at the valley (Wraith)
And we with crazy girls, so the girls gotta be ’bout it (Let’s go)
From the zip to the LBC, we make the girls get W-E-T
I see you, I know you see me
Can I get sloppy in the foreign two seater?

Play this song
[Verse 1]
It’s not the energy reeling
Nor the lines in your face
Nor the clouds on the ceiling
Nor the clouds in space
It’s not the phone on the table
Nor the bed in the earth
Nor the bed in the stable
Nor your stable words
It’s not the formless being
Nor the cry in the air
Nor the boy I’m seeing
With her long black hair
It’s not the open weaving
Nor the furnace glow
Nor the blood of you bleeding
As you try to let go
[Chorus]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat
[Verse 2]
Not the meat of your thigh
Nor your spine tattoo
Nor your shimmery eye
Nor the wet of the dew
It’s not the warm illusion
Nor the crack in the plate
Nor the breath of confusion
Nor the starkness of slate
[Chorus]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat
[Verse 3]
Not what you really wanted
Nor the mess in your purse
Nor the bed that is haunted
With the blanket of thirst
It’s not the hunger revealing
Nor the ricochet in the cave
Nor the hand that is healing
Nor the nameless grave
[Chorus]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat
Not to die
Not dying
Not to laugh
Not lying
Not the vacant wilderness vying
[Outro]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning