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Fantasia - To The Heavens Lyrics and Video

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'To The Heavens' Lyrics - Fantasia
Here is To The Heavens Lyrics by Fantasia

(Verse)
We stand on the shoulders of legends and heroes and stars
Shout out to MJ and Whitney ‘cause they made us who we are.
This is a moment, a journey, we refuse to be denied,
Raise out hands to the heavens, if you feel it in the night.

(Chorus)
Raise your hands to the heavens, to the heavens.
Raise your hands to the heavens, to the heavens.
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Verse)
We stand on the shoulders of greatness once who made dreams come alive
Shout out to Marley and Hendrix ‘cause they thought us how to shine.
This is a movement, it’s a journey, we refuse to be denied.
Raise your hands to the heavens, if you feelin’ in the night.

(Chorus)
Raise your hands to the heavens, to the heavens.
Raise your hands to the heavens, to the heavens.
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Bridge)
Let the red cuts speak for us
So they know what we have done,
We are fearless, we are crazy, we are brilliant, we are one
Let them judge us if they want,
But we’ve got love on our side.
Crying out to the heavens
Let our voice glide through the sky.

(Chorus)
Raise your hands to the heavens, to the heavens.
Raise your hands to the heavens, to the heavens.
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Put them up now. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We stand on the shoulders of legends and heroes and stars
Shout out to MJ and Whitney ‘cause they made us who we are.

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Fantasia - To The Heavens



Mac Miller - Rainclouds Lyrics and Video

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'Rainclouds' Lyrics - Mac Miller
Here is Rainclouds Lyrics by Mac Miller

(Verse)
I was walking by myself
Just thinking bout all the things that make your smell
You were crying all alone
Wondering when I’m coming home
I have to wait a while

(Verse)
So what makes the world go around as the love
I wanna know right now
I could drink away the pain, that don’t mean a thing
I can’t get you out of my mind, no

(Chorus)
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain, no no
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain

(Verse)
Why do we always have to fight?
I just wanna treat you right
Are you feeling good?
Although I can tell you where it goes
Know you’ll always be my girl from the neighborhood

(Verse)
My life, it tend to move to fast
This time I wanna make this last
I’m making up a lie ‘cause I hate it when you cry
I don’t want to see you move on, no

(Chorus x3)
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain, no no
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain

I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain

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Mac Miller - Rainclouds

Mac Miller - CPR Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jazzy Jeff)

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'CPR' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Jazzy Jeff)
Here is CPR Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Jazzy Jeff

(Intro)
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you for being here this evening
You could’ve been anywhere in the world
But you’re right here with me
So give it up to Swag Swagman Doo on the saxophone
And let me do my thing

(Verse)
Uh hey, I said to sip this glow when it taste this good
I got a mansion in the hills and that’s my neighborhood
A empty spot on the shelf, I need a vase to put that
A couple wooden chairs that be lookin good yea
And baby if you want I’ll wait for you
We could sit inside my crib and watch a pay-per-view
‘Cause I just need you next to me, keepin my accessory
I just wanna sing you your new favorite toy

(Bridge)
And it goes a little something like this
Tonight a opportunity that you might miss
I just wanna get you feelin right like this
And end the night with that goodnight kiss, bliss

(Hook)
That pretty girl standing by my side
She down to ride, yea
I could love you just how you like
Take a breath of my air
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared

(Verse)
I love to lick your pussy ‘cause it tastes so good
And I could read your face like it’s my favorite book
You look like Rihanna mixed with Megan, good huh
She a good fuck, always give me good love
Baby I just wanna hold you tight
You tell me that I’m trippin and I know you right
You feel just like a swimming pool,
Let me dive right into you
Stay there for a while ‘cause I know it’s a nice view
Cold as ice with a heart like August
Throw some Wu-Tang on you like uh shit
Baby I like your bra width
That Brooke Burr, we be fuckin on the carpet
My little nasty girl but she a business woman
No telling what she’ll do but she’ll be in the moment
Lay it down, I like it if you stayed around
So saxophone man, can you play me out?

(Hook)
That pretty girl standing by my side
She down to ride, yea
I could love you just how you like
Take a breath of my air
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared

Saxophone man, can you play me out?

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Mac Miller - CPR (Ft. Jazzy Jeff)

Mac Miller - Boat Races Lyrics and Video (Ft. Boldy James & Freddie Gibbs)

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'Boat Races' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Boldy James & Freddie Gibbs)
Here is Boat Races Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Boldy James & Freddie Gibbs

(Verse)
I’m on the first thing smoke, smoking on some dope
That I got from all that O, all my niggas slow mo
Mr. Mac Millie’s, we in my Phantom, most dope
It’s crack in my drawers, back against the wall, overdose
Michael Jack thrift, in Manila pin these hoes
Gave you all when the call gets time, tell kids go
All over Sunday, these niggas can’t be kind
And they sugarcoating the money they making in the hood, Monroe
Caught up in the mall, never even touched a ho
Why while I’m under my drugs older than you fuckin knows
I know some youngins click the up and that’s ready to blow
And we don’t play no poker, we the homophobes
It’s con creatures but you already know the slug
Abbreviate, my appreciation is a token
Laughing all the way to the bank, no lackin the loafer
Keep a couple addicts to get a new packet of dope
Me in taxin them full bands, slappin with no hand
Hand to hand, hand the samples out – that’s free promotion
Jealousy is the weak emotion, picture me rollin
Speedboat on the beach, oh shit at the boatleg

(Verse)
Gangsta gyeah, 87 cut smoke
Ship it off and get my pocket used to bust it open
Hennessey and Coca-Cola keep a nigga loakin
I slow it up promethazine, I finna go potion
Pull shit, drug dealer and abuser
I used to get up and pop all the oxycotin then get suited
Stringle it in my weed ‘cause I was way 2 scams and tutin
Live in a movie like a young don, serving heron, shootin
Shootin M’s out the sake, then the nigga poppin
Shit is heatin for you bastards
I’m throwing em on the glock
And leave my nigga cop the Cola, the soda and yola lockin up
Today I slip my feet in new sneakers like Mr. Robert Giggs
Homie down to poster child for parents visual
My kitchen now you noticed like this shit be in the air
You buy the first, I front the second, call me in a pair
I said I’m Steppin on the crack, I break these birds off like Kevin Wiff

Bitch, uh yea
I said I’m Steppin on the crack, I break these birds off like Kevin Wiff bitch

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Mac Miller - Boat Races (Ft. Boldy James & Freddie Gibbs)

Mac Miller - MellowHigh Lyrics and Video (Ft. Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis)

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'MellowHigh' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis)
Here is MellowHigh Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis

(Intro – Hodgy Beats)
Fuckin' Trippin'
I'm fuckin' trippin'
Yep, Yep
Aye, can you dim the lights?
Smoke!

(Verse 1: Hodgy Beats)
Sippin' beer and whiskey getting frisky hopscotch
Words mistaken this place escapin' my tongue like pop rocks
Went to a bar alone, in my lap the Glocks cocked
Looking for a hot bop with a boyfriend that cock blocks (Faggot)
No service in this bitch, Good thing I'm near a hot spot
Time is money, clocks flock, like a cherry I'm not top (Hahaha)
You askin' me rhetoricals, knowing where all my morals go
A stampede bitch you plant the seed, let the florals grow
She give me oral throat, good behavior, being cordial
Time is money hun, its twentys back into my portal
Other words disturb and hurt me absurdly but I'm immortal
Thuggish, ruggish, smoke blunts till sluggish, I'm fuckin' durable
Adorable, the way these samples flip, thanks to fishy man
He don't give a spam, With a kitchen clan,
River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man, Fittna' hit a ?
And pend sixtey on Lionel Richey (Yep!)
We all gon' die, I might just bring my baby mama with me (Yep)

(Verse 2: Domo Genesis)
Say pussy nigga what yo life like? Huh
‘Cuz mine’s hype, ah it’s thick shit on the lime light shit aside
Twice wreck 5 mikes (bitch)
You finna eat, Mac avoid you seen with 5 dykes
Weed fly puffin, had to add to our gama live, right?
The live wire spit a virus out like lime wire
Bring it down so I could climb higher
In this prime, my dudes apply fire
Near the grip I’m throwing dust
Like money my supply of plyers, runnin hot, bumpin to pop viral
You niggas lookin hella pissin on em
Mac throw the alley, I Blake Griffin on em
Wolfgang, dysfunctional family, Eddie Griffin on em
Hard hats, moving shit, even got Diddy on em
Uh, bitch I’m a monster
Beat it, never leak in my seat, I skeet in the contra
Set ‘cause I bet I’m gonna play a decent fonder
There’ll never be another me but decease to my imposters
So haters back that ass up like Juvenile
Get a subu route, bout to this shit rest bucha style
Niggas didn’t trip, gave me room and I’m a nuisance now
Let’s bleed, I bring your meat cleaver to the stupid cows
Hotheaded, need some heatseekers to shoot him down
Eat the wood nigga, just product of what he knew around
This young me, Tom’s getting what he fuckin needs
Forever blessed lik bad allergies, you just a fuckin sneeze
My dreams float, it ain’t no way that rap’s a fuckin breeze
To grab my spit disgusted
Got these ratchets on they fuckin knees
Uh, you niggas save the bullshit, I’m a matador
I’m here to swiss cheese overseas by the matter ho

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Mac Miller - MellowHigh (Ft. Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis)

Mac Miller - Money Team Lyrics and Video (Ft.Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA & Da$h)

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'Money Team' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA & Da$h)
Here is Money Team Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA & Da$h

(Verse 1: Ab-Soul)
Don't get too excited…
My last pack was courtesy of B-Real from Cypress Hill
Jet fuel, OG, and it's death to kill
Bet I got some weed – Puffy, that's my nigga
We puffin backwoods back to back, back to back
Back to back, back to back, I'm a chiropractor, nigga
So high but I'm solo, the horseman on my Polo's…
H-O-C, but you don't know, though, I'm just a high nigga
So when you walk by don't say “hi,” nigga, don't!
Roll up some more of that Money Team
(I know you've got some more of that)
Rollin' to the Chronic, smokin' chronic, all we need's a low-low
Picked up an ounce from Fountain out in day, it's so astounding
I was on the ground, looked down, now I'm on a mountain
If fair is fair, my strand is rare, I don't know where I grow, though
Rollin' up an ozone of this Bubba, fuckin' up the ozone
My third I wink at you, you blink, and “poof!”
Like “where he go though? he ain't even leave the… (drive!)”

(Verse 2: Smoke DZA)
I knew today would be a great day
I'm a fuckin' buddha-head, I don't take vacays
Young High-Grade, I'm always in a great space
Coughin' up a lung on that KK (kush)
I'm a Harlem nigga, every day's payday
Burn it down, vacate – I'm all about that pastry
Man, like I'm marketing Rev Run's daughters
But I'm talkin' 'bout the green with the dead prez' on ‘em (hold up)
And speaking of green, hope you got yours
Cause I'm a fiend and it's personal, parties, fuckin' with me (true story)
Hold on to that – you might not get it back
It's all good, though – I'm 'bout to roll another bat
I hit the Bay and got some great wax
When they talkin' 'bout loud, I don't hear that
I'm smokin' dope in front of dope on Fairfax
Jet Life nigga, these Lear raps (DZA)

(Verse 3: Da$H)
Dope burner – layin' a smoke sermon
As the composer close the curtain
I sit back and tell myself that it was all worth it
Earth'll morph an ocean, grown surface
Matter of fact, fuck that, don't get excited -
It's just another motherfuckin' rap song about weed
So sit back, shut the fuck up, roll your weed
Tell your older sister get the money ready
I need a half ounce later
I'm running out… not really, though
It's your time, but it ain't your time
Eat a dick…

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Mac Miller - Money Team (Ft. Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA & Da$h)

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