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'I Will Wait' Lyrics - Mumford & Sons
Here is I Will Wait Lyrics by Mumford & Sons

Well I came home
Like a stone
And I fell Heavy into your arms
These days of dust,
Wish we would’ve known,
Will blow away with this new sun

But I’ll kneel down, wait for now
I’ll kneel down, know my ground

I will wait, I wait wait for you
And I will wait, I wait wait for you

So bring my step
And relent, you forgave and I wont forget
Know what we’ve seen
And him with less
knowing some way to shake the excess

I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

Now I’ll be bold, as well as strong
And use my head, along side my heart
So tame my flesh and fix my eyes
a tethered mind freed from the lies

But I’ll kneel down, wait for now
I’ll kneel down, know my ground

(instrumental)

Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
Bow my head, feel my heart slow

I will wait, I wait wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

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'Lucky Animals' Lyrics - Devin Townsend Project
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animal, animal, am i lucky
animal, animal, am i lucky
animal, animal, am i lucky
how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
you never know

animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
you never know

show me, blow me, i know who you are
hide me, blind me, show me to the stars
(how we row, we row)
slow me roll me hard
slow your mojo, what are we feeling right now

animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
you never know

show me, blow me, i want you to leave
hide me, blind me, but i know who you are
(how we row, we row)
show me how we are
slow your mojo, what are we feeling right now

animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
you never know

throw me far away, how you will see
slowly, further then tell me what it means to be sane
everybody knows, slow your mojo, what are we feeling right now

animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
you never know

animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
animals, animals, and they’re lucky
how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
you never know

how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
how do you know if you’re out of control?
how do you know?
what are we feeling right now?

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'She Belongs to the City' Lyrics - Hit-Boy
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[Verse1]
I’m gonna treat you like you’re my number one
I’m gonna treat you like you’re my only one
Cause you’re the only one
That I be holding on
You’re the only reason that I wrote this song
And that I wrote this chorus up on the keys
And you just hit me right now
Saying “If I miss you like you miss me”
And the answer is yes and it seems
They say the one that you love and the one that loves you back
Are really the same person but I guess we changing that
Cause I got this beautiful dream in this bottle
You’re a beautiful girl, model
You’ve been trying to keep my heart cause it’s worth ten times what they bought you
You deserve a beat from me and I ain’t talking music shit
I’m talking face down ass up I know you used to it
I can picture you never you so thick
And those shoes you used to fit
You’re replaced with red bottoms and black cars from niggas you used to hit
And that kind of make me reluctant
You the kind of girl I want to fuck with
But I’m moving world-wide and you on couches on that fuck shit
You know Sean you know Chris
You know Pusha you know Hit
But if ain’t clubs and studios than
You don’t know shit

[Hook]
I promise that she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
She crushed my heart on the floor
But she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
And she belongs to the city

[Verse 2]
I wish you would act right
But you taking all these first class flights
In a different time-zone last night
You swear you not giving up ass, right?
You going to blame it on cash right?
And I’m telling you I’m not askin’
You’re single in the summer cause that’s when all the parties happen
Look at me
Keep it G
You’re just trying to fuck a winner huh
And you going to turn around and want a man a winner huh
Talking to me about that point guard on the bench
But when a nigga give the keys to that Benz
All the sudden ya’ll the shit
BBM status ain’t matching all these phone conversations
This powerhouse is ? songs all on his station
And so and so is in town and your homegirls friends with one of his neighbors
And he fooled you all around and you swear you ain’t returning no favors
Now you drunk BBM’ing me rambling on and on and
You seeing that I’m reading it but you know I’m not responding
Girl I swear I hate this game and I always wonder who’s teaching you
Charged your phone all day but after one you’re just unreachable

[Hook]
I promise that she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
She crushed my heart on the floor
But she the one I adore
She damn near have everything that I was looking for
But she was from L.A
She was from L.A. (3x)
And she belongs to the city

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'HITstory' Lyrics - Hit-Boy
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When you up they answer quick
When you down they got a broken phone
Some shit you just can’t forget
When you comin’ from a broken home
With one mom, no dad, two sisters goin’ through it
Smile on, pretend you good, but you really hurt and no one knew it
School, class, I knew it was somethin’ that wouldn’t last
Cause I didn’t need a lecture to pass
And me making beats would never require math
I knew what I wanted before I had it
But I always had it, I was an addict
And this room is feelin’ just like an attic
Making ten beats a day and goin’ at it
When my ex-girl tellin’ me she missed her cycle
Feelin’ like I got shot with a pistol, rifle
Gauge, wishin’ we was on the same page
But she don’t understand I wanna be like Michael
But not up on the ho shit, yeah I used to be up on the ho shit
Til I realized I wasn’t tall enough
And then I jumped right into the music
Got with a couple niggas I was cool with, T-dub tryin’ to make a movement
Had the same drive, same passion
I never thought that we would ever lose it
And we could never get back, right?
What was done in the dark did hit that light
Tears in your eyes, can’t forget that night
Then you stabbed me in the back, I wish I’d hit that knife
But it didn’t stop me though
Hollered at my uncle Rodney though
He said that he been through the same shit
And the real ties you make could not be broke
So I went back to my place and I logged into Myspace
Heard a couple beats from a nigga from New Orleans
I’m thinkin’ to myself, man this guy’s great
Then we built a brand, right from home
Moved to the A, joined the zone
Learned a lot, moved alone, next thing I knew I was back at home
Now I gotta focus on me, cause shit got a little bit shifty
Bills got a little too deep, I’m on iChat hollerin’ at Ricky
While he’s sittin’ in sessions with Keys
Tellin’ me that I could be the next thing
Tellin’ me that he believed in my dreams
It’s all a matter of time and definitely
Keep working, Hit you gon’ get to the start-up
Next thing I know it’s Christmas in Harlem
Right after that I’m workin’ in a palace
Overseas suites, they wonderin’ like Alice
Goddamn I was just at home, now I’m number three on the throne
I got so many emotions, that I had to make it into a song
Man this is what you’re gettin’ after
Read the index, skip a chapter
Either way you’re gonna see me gettin’ glory
I wanna welcome y’all to HITstory

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'East vs West' Lyrics - Hit-Boy
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[Hook]
This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Nas was kicking
The shit that BIG would’ve spit the night before

[Verse 1]
…He was murdered, probably sitting with Puff in Fatburger
Thinking of some ill shit nobody ever heard of
Discussing studio time and interviews with Word Up
Cali bitches hitting him but he ain’t getting worked up
His mama probably worried about him
She ain’t know about Suge, or she heard about him
But he said it was all good, he was going courtside to watch the Lakers
Forgetting about the niggas tryna stick him for his paper
Rich and famous, Shakur died, Bad Boy who they blaming
Not even knowing the direction of the finger they aiming is the wrong one
Soon enough they’ll find out in the long run
But still he ended up on the other side of the wrong gun
Seeing palm trees, through Versace shades
Not even knowing his life after death would start today
Tire marks from the Goodyear swerving
From the 7 shots fired in the side of the suburban, rest in peace

[Hook]
This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Snoop was kicking
The shit that Pac would’ve spit the night before

[Verse 2]
…He was murdered at the red light, tryna get his head right
Tryna shake the beef, probably tryna get his bread right
Before his time run out, before them guns come out
Playing another album we ain’t heard that’s finna come out
Wondering who to trust, there’s rumors and shit on TV
Only person telling it like it is is a feenie
A demon to the media, a angel in the booth
He was poetic seeking justice, plus he had the juice
America’s most wanted with ambitions as a rider
Screaming hail Mary while throwing the west side up
Shots hit the door, he was hit when the glass shattered
To live in die in LA, couldn’t happen in Nevada
Slumped in that BM Dub, Suge had to sit him up
Then they wanna blame it on that first line in “Hit Em Up”
Overlooking who they was thumping and chasing
Who knew that that altercation would lead to his expiration, rest in peace

[Hook]
This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Hov was kicking
The shit that Pun would’ve spit the night before

This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that Cube was kicking
The shit that Eazy would’ve spit the night before

This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that X was kicking
The shit that L would’ve spit the night before

This that shit y’all been missing
This that shit y’all don’t hear no more
This that shit that I’m was kicking
The shit that Nate would’ve sung the night before
Rest in peace

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'Option' Lyrics - Hit-Boy (Ft. Big Sean)
Here is Option Lyrics by Hit-Boy Ft. Big Sean

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
We twisted, yeah nigga we twisted
Got a couple bad bitches
Yeah, you missed it
Her and her sister, keep calling me mister
H-I-T B-O-Y, he so fly, he no lie, too much truth
All I do, makes hits sip a little bit of hundred proof
Young nigga bet a couple hundred, what it do
When I got a couple enemies I haven’t run into
It’ll be problems, yeah it’ll be problems
So I’m celebrating life throwing money in the air
Throwing money in the air, letting them know I don’t care
Got so much flair, like my nigga Chase say
Making bitches say OK
Really ain’t mean to [?]
But I really got to stunt nigga, look this way
I’m fucking Hit-Boy, I’m fucking [?], she fucking Hit-Boy
And you know, you know I’m all about them zeroes
Controlling the game like D. Rose
And making hits for my heroes

[Hook]
We twisted, we fucking twisted
Got a couple bad bitches that wanna get high
They wanna get live(?), they wanna get high
And I don’t even smoke, but my niggas do
So go light up girl, go really get loose
And we can get it going we can take it to the room
Hit her with the get fucked option

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
I’m rolling, I’m rolling
Knocking bitches down like I’m bowling
Off that Hennessy and Patrón and
Y’all be cuffing hoes y’all patrolling
But it’s OK, it’s OK
Trying to steal my style but it’s no way
And now I’m getting that white money
They chase a nigga like O.J
My jersey, with me nigga
I’m putting on for my team nigga
I’m the quarterback, first string nigga
Straight tossing bitches like flea flickers
These kickers, all turf
Running this field, thats hard work
Fuck all night and I’m all surf
My stock high, what y’all worth?
No benzes, [?]
That front end, spent it
That back end, stacked that
$500 for the snake-skin snapback
And that’s word to my nigga Don C
Updated fresh, what you know about me?
Love having sex with a double dime piece
She a 20 on the scale what you know about [?]?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Fuck these bitch ass niggis
Bitches big-y
Sipping on liquor trying to get a little licky, licky, licky, icky
Sorry ho but I’m picky
Bad white girls and they look like Iggy
Grown ass man do I look like Diggy?
Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki?
Pussy all wet, we stay sticky, sticky
Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won’t lose my money (No)
Picking up change, do I look bum-y? (No)
She keep blowing when the [?] ain’t running
Staying in shape because you know a nigga run it
Me and two Os, yeah that’s one hundred
My nigga ran through the trees rolling with that shotty
Goddammit he think he hunted
I’m going hard, I don’t stop
I’m living life like it’s no cops
She’s taking shots to the head like who the fuck needs Botox
I’m rolling up, I’m rolling out
I don’t know her name, I just know her mouth
Living this life you lame niggas don’t know about
Cuz

[Hook]

[Outro: Big Sean]
And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw shit
So damn, nasty, she so nasty
I’m a nasty nigga to though

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Hook:
F-ck couches, I’m standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf-cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
Go hard money.

Turn the lights off, can we go hard
Show without a flow?
Bottles by the bar, models is by the car
American Express, ?? to the deafs
I’m all about my money bitch,
I’m married to success.
Hundred carats on my neck, and none them would be better
Tell Debbie she left them.
Girls, we gonna arrest them, hit them
Split them, maybe forget them
Never love them, fuck ‘em, tuck ‘em
Won’t catch me with ‘em.
Do some for the catch, hundred cash for the princess
Double ?? couple year for the lenses.
Tell ‘em I make clean, pass for the chains
And a ?? all mens, like is married to the fees.
Me, Terry yo I ball fag
You beez under the sleevez make the dog tag
And I squeeze this debt ?? get your dog tag.
Picture one in this motherf-cker.

Hook:
F-ck couches, I’m standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf-cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
Go hard money.

Turn the lights off,
Get ‘em cozy baby, turn them rozy baby
Get your money in robe before them nozy ladies
The flows be crazy, the hoes pursuade me
And the words are next, the boys calls it wavy.
??for the breeze, watch for the black star
Sure they ain’t f-cking ?? bitches bad car.
We gon’ tag the planet, tell ‘em Chris is back up
All I got is my grand kids!
Bitch I’m the bad pawn, the clean is the fly to coolest
Got them stitch spinning like ice mixed with the soda.
Chopper in the park, we remove the tops
Got them hopped up in the truck, bitches flying to the spot,
Pushing to the ?? like them cops was on the top
That before ?? niggers, this is why I’m
Haters they tryna block. Won’t let nigger winning
Bout the murder motherf-ckers, they ain’t get it ??

Hook:
F-ck couches, I’m standing on houses (houses)
I Turn the club into my motherf-cking office (office)
I got them fly hoes coming of blouses
And middlefingers up to who ever doubt this!
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
I’m getting that dough, go hard money
Yeah, go hard money.
Go hard money.

Go hard money (repeats)

I’m balls, bitch Hugo
Them ladies, might be new to you though.
This what I do bro, we bring the coop tho.
(…)

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