Anderson Paak - Ventura Lyrics
Come Home
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ah, ah
Darling, I have to be moved from afar
The truth is the only thing worth holdin' onto anymore (Anymore)
Untie me, let me loose from the cord
I'm so gone, so far, I deserve more (More, I deserve more)
I'm beggin' you (I'm beggin' you)
I'm beggin' you, please come home
No one even begs anymore
I'm beggin' you (I'm beggin' you)
I'm beggin' you, please come home
No one even begs anymore
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ah, ah
Who should I rest blame upon when all of the signs are
Brightly drawn and point back to your open arms? (Point back to your open arms)
Back too soon, but I'm here for the last of support
No longer bound by a broken heart (Bound by a broken heart)
I'm beggin' you (I'm beggin' you)
I'm beggin' you, please come home
No one even begs anymore
I'm beggin' you (I'm beggin' you)
I'm beggin' you, please come home
No one even begs anymore
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ah, ah
Somewhere in a place over water
My love, my love
Home base, welcome to the Lord before I touch down
You're all I need, all of me on my knees
Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird
I'm a nerd, study you
What are you, W-W-F? We fightin'
We might need counseling
Possibly more so me
Sounds to me frowns'll be grounds to leave
Hounds'll be lookin' for you before you drop a tear
Offer them, stop pretending that I ain't him
I ain't them, them some dumpling
I remember when you start dying them silver hairs
And start hiding from your age
I ask, "Why, how come?"
Amazing how time can run away from us
I'm no nun, you're no priest
But I promise, hun, you gon' see a phenomenon
From with me like it's Ramadan
I don't eat like it's Comic Con
I'm a freak for you (Yuh)
I'm begging now, pretty please with cherries on top
Hairy wet twat
Harriet Tubman, I don't give up
And if a duck tells you strut then strut
Then I'll hail you a car
But what man won't beg?
You know I'm nutmeg
I will show up on a little moped
With a little puppy, it'll be fluffy
You are untough and we can discuss it
You know I'm sufferin', I don't miss my friend
I don't like my fan bent up 'til they come well
That Illawong, sweet stuff
We stuck, Billabong
Leaks, that's minimum
We gon' get along
Peace and innercum
Jesus been along
T-i-m-e, um
Please, I'm feelin' dumb
Please, I'm feelin' dumb
Please, I'm feelin' dumb
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ah, ah
Writer: Andre Benjamin, Brandon Paak Anderson, Jairus Lemuel-Lada Mozee
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Make It Better
(feat. Smokey Robinson)
How do you mend when you're worlds apart?
Ooh, carry on
Ooh, from the start
Somehow, we fell in love, then fell right out of touch
And ooh, that was hard
But ooh, here we are
And it's easier to walk away
Than to look for what would make you stay
Remember when we first met?
We were havin' so much fun
So, now, how can we both forget
Tellin' each other, "We're the one"?
We would make love (We would make love)
At the drop of a hat
Remember that? (Yeah)
I remember you and me (You and me)
Close as any two can be (Two can be)
Now we're strangers in the night (In the night)
Awkward and uptight
Oh baby, do you wanna make it better?
Uh, ha, do you wanna stay together?
Hey, if you do, then let's please
Make some new memories
When you take somebody for your own
It can't survive on history alone
Yeah, meet me at the hotel, motel
Though we got a room at home
Go to a place that we don't know so well
It be nice, add a lil' spice
Try some new seduction (You and me)
Show each other how (Show each other how)
Uh, give each other new instructions
On what makes us feel good now
I just wanna make you feel good now
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C'mon)
Do you wanna make it better? (Yeah)
(Just wanna make it right, c'mon)
Do you wanna stay together? (Uh)
(I meant when I said it)
And it's easier to run away
Than to look for what would make you stay
Do you wanna make it better?
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C'mon)
Do you wanna stay together? (Yeah)
(Just wanna make it right, c'mon)
If you do, then let's please
Make some new memories
Do you wanna make it better?
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C'mon)
Do you wanna stay together? (Yeah)
If you do, then let's please (Just wanna make it right, c'mon)
Make some new memories
Do you wanna make it better?
(Uh, feel good, don't it? C'mon)
Do you want to stay together? (Yeah)
If you do, then let's please (Just wanna make it right, c'mon)
Make some new memories
Do you wanna make it better?
Do you wanna stay together?
Writer: Alaina Chenevert, Alan Maman, Brandon Paak Anderson, Fred Nasser, Miguel Atwood Ferguson, William Jr. Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Reachin 2 Much
I see you reaching baby, what are you reaching for?
That don't look easy baby, that must be so hard
I see you reaching, reaching out, stretching out to God
That don't look easy baby, that must be so hard
Baby, I feel your pain
But to try and save you now is what I won't do (What I won't do)
Look out, keep trying, I been talking to God, I've been trying
I feel your pain but to try and save you now is what I won't do
I see you reaching baby, what are you reaching for?
That don't look easy baby, that must be so hard
I see you reaching, reaching out, stretching out to God
That don't look easy baby, that must be so hard
I see you too much baby, I need to take some space
You kiss me too much baby, forgot to wipe my face
I treat you too much baby, why don't you ever pay?
I thank you too much baby, I need to pump my brakes
I think I'm growing way too much, I
How can one thing mean so much to you and so little to me
You stay here too much baby, you know it's not your place
You're sniffing too much baby, I had to hide my 'ye
I think I'm growing way too much, I (Way too much, way too much)
Hey, How can one thing mean so much to you and so little to me?
I think you're doing way too much, settle down (Settle down)
Somebody needs to calm you down (Calm you down)
I think you're doing way too much, settle down (Settle down)
Somebody needs to tell you
Hey, woah, woah, woah
Settle down (Settle it down)
Woah, woah, woah, yeah
Like sit your ass down
Woah, settle it down (Settle it down)
I'm giving this up baby, before I blow my brains
I see you next lifetime baby, what did Badu say?
You'll always be loved baby, the one that got away
Let's keep in touch baby, I got your number saved (I gotcha babe)
I think I'm growing way too much, I (Way too much, way too much)
How can one thing mean so much to you and so little to me?
I think you're doing way too much, settle down (Settle down)
Somebody needs to calm you down (Calm you down)
I think you're doing way too much, settle down (Settle down)
Somebody needs to tell you
I think you're doing way too much, settle down (Settle down)
Somebody needs to calm you down (Calm you down)
I think you're doing way too much, settle down (Settle down)
Somebody needs to tell you
Hey, woah, woah, woah
Settle down (I settle it down)
Somebody need to tell you
Like sit your ass down
Somewhere, somewhere
Settle it down, settle it down
Somebody need to tell you
Oh, oh, oh
Slow it down (Slow it down)
Ooh
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Daniel McKinnon, Daniel Joshua Edinberg, Dwayne Allen Abernathy, Kelsey Miguel Gonzalez, Matthew Louis Merisola, Vicky Farewell Nguyen
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Winners Circle
This is not some super conventional, extra slick talk
Meant to convince you of master classes
Reduced to simple form, there's nothing formulaic about it
This, more that
Papa told you only open the door if he opens it first for you
Mama, sit down, help me get through
Is this how you felt on the day you found it?
Beh-doop-boop-cha-ta-pah-dey-dah-doo
Oh, oh, ooh
'Cause if I know I can get it, then I've already had it, I'm cool, cool
Beh-doop-boop-cha-ta-pah-dey-dah-doo
Oh, oh, ooh
'Cause if I know I can get it, then I've already had it, I'm cool
This is not some take you out for lunch
Wine and dine you and cha you on counter tops
Fill your mind with cotton candy odds
What's the odds you stay a while?
This, more that
Get to know me
Kiss me slowly
Hard to focus
They just don't make 'em like this no more, oh
But I think I've found it
Beh-doop-boop-cha-ta-pah-dey-dah-doo
Ohh, ooh, ooh
'Cause if I know I can get it, then I've already had it, I'm cool, cool
Beh-doop-boop-cha-ta-pah-dey-dah-doo
Oh, ooh, ooh
'Cause if I know I can get it, then I've already had it, I'm cool, cool
Cha, cha-cha-cha
Bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-buh-bah
Bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-buh-bah
Beh-doop-boop-cha-ta-pah-dey-dah-doo
Oh, ooh, ooh
Bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-buh-bah
Somebody go (somebody go)
Somebody go (somebody go)
Somebody go get me
I'm 'bout to go (I'm 'bout to go)
I'm 'bout to go (I'm 'bout to go)
I'm 'bout to go in deep
That's not what I thought it was
But it's more than I bargained for
Somebody go (somebody go)
Somebody go get me sober
They gon' have to come for me
Came out my comfort zone to be your missing company
Somethin' about the way you never gave it up to me
But let me know that I can get it, hit it any day of the week
If talk is cheap, well then, I'm broke with both hands on the sweeper
Cleanin' up dirty secrets
Told you don't ever give me that gushy bit, I didn't mean it
Bring her home and I'ma bust it out the residence
When I get the gushy, I go dumb like the president
Yes, lawd, I'm way up
Word to sacagawea
If the gushy was a sneaker, it'd be moccasin trainer
If the gushy wasn't so sweet, I could save it for later
But every time I poke myself, I wish it was there
If I had the gushy I'd know how the f*ck I get here
I got hoes, I got hoes
We don't need to go there
On my way out a zone, somebody gon' give me body
Pick my feet off the floor, boy, I think I'm fallin'
Beh-doop-boop-cha-ta-pah-dey-dah-doo
Oh, ooh, ooh
'Cause if I know I can get it, then I've already had it, I'm cool, cool
Beh-doop-boop-cha-ta-pah-dey-dah-doo
Oh, ooh, ooh
'Cause if I know I can get it, then I've already had it, I'm cool
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Kelsey Miguel Gonzalez, Melvin Marlon Henderson, Vicky Farewell Nguyen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Heels
I don't mind waitin' if it don't take too long
I don't mind stayin', baby, we drove, you're gone
I don't mind pacin' outside but, damn, it's cold
It's too cold
It's too cold
Oh, damn, oh, friend
Too much fun in the A.M
I forgot my keys and my clothes
Is your girl comin' home?
'Cause it's cold now and I'm locked out
Oh, hell, too real
Waitin' outside in my good heels
I forgot my keys and my clothes
Is your girl comin' home?
'Cause it's cold now and I'm locked out
Say what I'm gon' do?
What I'm 'posed to say?
You gon' get me killed, I'ma catch a fade
She'll be home soon, yeah, she'll be on the way
I just hit the 1 shit, I'm in the Palisades
You gon' have to pull up, uh, the fire escape
Open up the window, get your little thangs
Get your little keys, get your little rings
Just be in the window before she see your face
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Daniel McKinnon, David Brian Pimentel, Jazmine Sullivan
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Yada Yada
Can't do it
Can't do it
Huh, and there it is, my wit's end
They brought me out my mind
You know I'm caught beside myself
Pissed off and shit outta luck
Hey, I've thought about puttin' up
I don't have the time, oh, not today
(You know that's impossible)
Does somebody got some shit to say?
You know what? F*ck it
Like yada yada
Oh, you know everythang (Can't do it)
But not today (Can't do it)
But not today
My one and only, closest homie, we've carried on for days
I wanna burn another one down, but I'll go off in a blaze
Yeah, I need to put it out
But I don't have the time, oh, not today
(You know that's impossible)
Does somebody got some shit to say?
Darker days were bound to come (It's what it seems)
Through eyes of Brenda's only son (All I could see)
When the dreams become reality (It could be)
It's hard to keep a smile off the mug (Look at me)
Casually talkin' that global warmth
As if the temperature didn't blow out your perm
Our days are numbered, I'd rather count what I earned
My greatest summer was spent on festival runs in Europe
Chicken wings and sushi, I've gotten used to the perks
Narrowly escapin' the holy war on the turf
Turf, yes, lawd
Came a long way from them open mics at Lemert
Forgive me if I walk like a got a chip on my shoulder
Label tried to play me like I didn't do all the work
I found another way through the open gate and my purpose
Now I'm goin' crazy like (Right)
If they forget the dot, I'm chargin' double for the purchase
Low and behold, my little one
I've been gone for far too long
If I ever take this life for granted, you showed me just how dumb
But the longer I stay, the less I'm paid (I don't have the time)
Oh, not today
(You know that's impossible)
Writer: Bernard Edwards Jr., Brandon Paak Anderson, Kiefer Shackelford, Matthew Louis Merisola
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
King James
We've been through it all, though it could be worse
We've been moved around in a state of alert
There's nothing new or sharp about the cutting edge
If they build a wall, let's jump the fence
I'm over this
Cold stares can never put the fear in me
What we built here is godly
They can't gentrify the heart of kings
Let's just not talk about it
If I make a move, you're coming with me
What about the love? (Coming with me)
What about the labor? (Coming with me)
What about the seeds? (It's coming with me)
The people that you came with (Coming with me)
What about the love? (Coming with me)
What about the labor? (Coming with me)
What about the seeds? (It's coming with me)
The people that you came with coming with me (Ya coming with me)
Hey
(Okay now) Hey now
(Just don't stay now) Uh, can't stay now
(Let's go shake down) Until we get what we need (Oh yeah)
(Okay now) I'm okay now
(Just don't stay now) Yeah, can't hold me down
(Let's gon' shake down) And let it fall like the leaves, I want it all
We couldn't stand to see our children shot dead in the streets
But when I finally took a knee
Them crackers took me out the league
Now I'm not much for games
But I play for keeps
And we salute King James for using his chains
To create some equal opportunities
Cold stares can never put the fear in me
There's a movement we've been groovin' on
You can move or stay your ass to sleep
Let's just not talk about it
Everything they tried to hide
We're taking back for yours and mine
What about the love? (Coming with me)
What about the labor? (Coming with me)
What about the seeds? (It's coming with me)
The people that you came with (Coming with me)
What about the love? (Coming with me)
What about the labor? (Coming with me)
What about the seeds? (It's coming with me)
The people that you came with coming with me (Ya coming with me)
What about the love
What about the seeds (It's coming with me)
What about the love (Coming with me)
What about the seeds (Coming with me)
The people that you came with, ya coming with me
Okay now
Just don't stay now
Let's go shake down (Shake, shake, shake, shake)
Okay now
Just don't stay now
Let's go shake down (Shake, shake, shake, shake)
Writer: Alekos Syropoulos, Brandon Paak Anderson, Kiefer Shackelford, Matthew Louis Merisola
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chosen One
Need me lil baby, who gon' love me and touch me the right way
Need me lil baby, who gon' run up and jump up in the fight with me
Need me lil lady, who gon' keep it bucklin' Milwaukee
Need me lil lady, who gon' show off, gon' show off, get right with me, right with me
You could be a chosen one
Kiss me with your native tongue
Shoot it if you holdin' some
Miss me 'til the morning come
Beat it like you in control
Free me 'til the world is done, oh
Need me lil baby, who gon' love me and touch me the right way
Need me lil baby, who gon' run up and jump up in the fight with me
Need me lil lady, who gon' keep it bucklin' Milwaukee
Need me lil lady, who gon' show off, gon' show off, get right with me, right with me
You can be a chosen one
F*ck these niggas, all of them
Shoot it if you holdin' some
Kiss me 'til you make me come
Beat it like you in control
Free me 'til the world is done, oh
Uh
Can't get enough, look at that
Make you want, pistol grip on
From the kitchen to the living room
To label me as the one, debatable
But second to none, that suit like a tailored suit
And a nigga up, up like Sailor Moon
Brought a totally different energy up in the room
Heard your fans want to keep you in the underground, cool
When I blow up, said I did it for MF Doom
No cap, no cap
I keep one hunnid, blowing hundreds at The Beverly
All facts, all facts
Go look for another and come back and say you'll never leave
Your neck, your back
I can bust it open, super soaker
Make the pussy leak
I can break it down and put it back together properly
I know what you wanted and I know what you need
We should be lovin' each other crazy
We shouldn't wait 'til the day our days are through
We should be more than each other's baby
We don't have to, but we have to
We don't have to do it, but we have to
We should be lovin' each other crazy
We shouldn't wait 'til the day our days are through
We should be more than each other's baby
We don't have to, but we have to
We don't have to do it, but we have to
We should be more than each other's baby
We don't have to, but we have to
We don't have to do it, but we have to
We should be lovin' each other crazy
We shouldn't wait 'til the day our days are through
We should be more than each other's baby
We don't have to, but we have to
We don't have to do it, but we have to
Writer: Brandon Anderson, Jose Rios, Kelsey Gonzalez, Ron Avant, Sonyae Elise
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jet Black
Yeah, ha, yeah
She was a fan, but her friend didn't care
I like the ones who buy they own damn beers
If you wanna toast to the life that you live
Pour enough shots for the whole year, ha
Jet black hair, baby, jet black hair
Matte black Jeep with the Rubicon grill
Ooh, it's been a while, baby, don't go there
Ooh, it's been a while, baby, come here, ha
Shaped like pear, baby, jet black hair
You bought the drinks and I paid no care
Hold a nigga down, don't go nowhere
Ooh, it's been a while, baby, come here
We peakin'
Ah, hands above us
Feels like someone liftin' me
We peakin'
Ah, arms like covers
Feels like someone sent for me (yeah, yeah)
We goin' in there from the window sills
I don't mind if they watch, I don't care
Who gon' love you when your love ain't there?
Baby, that ass is just unfair
Jet black hair, baby, jet black hair
At least two grams in your blunt wrapped there
These two hands always land up on the small of your back
Should I ask if eyes can go there?
You bought the drinks and I paid no care
Couple more shots, we can all get to bed
Yes, Lord, like you livin' on a prayer
Play too much, baby, come here
We peakin'
Ah, hands above us
Feels like someone lifted me
We peakin'
Ah, arms like covers
Feels like someone sent for me (sent for me, yeah)
We peakin'
If this is the mood that you been on
I have to be honest, I love it
We peakin'
If this is the mood that you been on
I have to be honest, I love it
We peakin'
And the coldest part is I'm not even there (now)
I watch your feed, but I don't feed into that
Just give me the news
I miss all the parties, but I'm still the best dressed, clean
As the curtain on him pulls back, ah
Ah, hands above us
Feels like someone lifted me
Ah, arms like covers
Feels like someone sent for me
We peakin'
Ah, hands above us
Feels like someone liftin' me
We peakin'
Ah, arms like covers
Feels like someone sent for me
We peakin'
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Brandy Norwood, David Brian Pimentel
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Twilight
Don't be ashamed, don't close the door
Oh trust me baby, I've been there before
And I know you think it can't get lower than the floor
Walk out the basement, let's take a tour
It happens to everyone
You're not the only one, girl
This is called growing up, sugar
Be careful but still have fun, yeah
You're my twilight, when it's awfully dark and I lost my way
'Cause with my life, it feels off the mark it would mean I can't play
I'm just another, annoying voice (Annoying voice)
You've heard it so many times, you could make a chorus (Make a chorus)
And I know you wonder where the magic is stored (Magic is stored)
Your mind is a stairway, knock at heaven's door
It happens to everyone
You're not the only one, girl
This is called growing up, sugar
Be careful but still have fun, yeah
You're my twilight, when it's awfully dark and I lost my way
'Cause with my life, it feels off the mark it would mean I can't play
You're my twilight, when it's awfully dark and I lost my way
'Cause with my life, it feels off the mark it would mean I can't play
It happens to everyone
You're not the only one, girl
This is called growing up, sugar
Be careful but still have fun, yeah
You're my twilight, when it's awfully dark and I lost my way
'Cause with my life, it feels off the mark it would mean I can't play
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Pharrell L. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
What Can We Do?
Yeah
Uh
It's the rap singer, the hook master
Real life convict, son of a gambler
Heart made of stone, and boob so cold
'Cause my girl up and gone
She'll be back in the morn'
Go lil' mama, take your drama
Seems like I can't live without it
I ache and moan
'Cause my heart is broke
'Cause my love went wrong
Yeah, another bag and she'll love me in the morn'
While the bubble of the stove
As I was dreaming of a bag
Then I woke, it was starting to snow
Wake your ass up
Layin' in a bed full of cash
You slowly rolled over and whispered back to me
That's just the way things have to be
Hey
What can we do?
Yeah, what can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do, baby?
What can we do?
Hey, what can we do?
What can we do? (Do)
That's when the change comes
That's when the game's done
That's when the walls come tumbling down
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
They see me gettin' action
Started, it ain't no fun
Time to grow up and turn it around
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Hey, what can we do?
Wwhat can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do, baby?
What can we do?
Ooh, what can we do?
What can we do? (Yeah)
To make it feel just like it used to feel
If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah, yeah)
I feel you, yeah, yeah
To make it feel just like it used to feel
If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah)
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? (Yeah)
What'cha sayin', Nate?
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? (Yeah)
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? (Like that)
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?
Damn, Nate, you sound good as a motherf*cker, man
I need a blowout in my voice, man
Keep singin' that shit
Yeah, you can erase all that, man
Hell naw, we already paid for this studio session, my nigga, hold on
It sound good, bro, where you goin'?
Living gone
Aye
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, man, mm
Nate
Writer: Brandon Paak Anderson, Frederick Nassar, Nathaniel Hale
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.