Big Grams - Big Grams Album Lyrics

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Run For Your Life

I need another lover
Like I need another hole
On the side of my temple, forever blowed
Like brains and eardrums as they explode
Got me running for my life, I suppose
Depending on my line of sight only
Dynamite, blow me
Bumping like a pair of dice
At night, nice and horny
No friction, not addicted to it
I'll have you listening to Crooked
See me spitting
So, uh, shut the f*ck up sometimes and listen to me
Not tryna be rude but having an attitude
Is counterproductive to being blissful
Make me not miss you
I'm dodging bullets yet I'm sending back these missiles
Been threw like them nukes do, your spot is too through
Kabloom, to blow up, now whatever the f*ck is for us to do
Because there's nothing left but ashes and fascist bastards
Cashless characters, out here with drugs to traffic
Enough of the motherfuking plastic narative
Put ink to tablet, graph it, actual facts
It's non-fiction, I'm blitzin', on every single down
Make them get up get out
And get it, until you got all, I'm with it
Gon' ball 'til you crawl just for the alcohol and bitches
You silly nigga, look at the bigger picture
Don't let your thoughts get shot just like a midgets cutter

Liquid lines, do it, fight
Hundred miles down
Tell me where you wanna go
Electric Eyes, hypnotize
Get your mind running, running
Where you wanna go?
You wanna slide down, my melted face
Tell me I'm the Queen, baby, what you need to know
You're past the tides, let it light
I can hear you humming, humming
Where you wanna go?

Running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Where you wanna go?
Running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life

It's now or never, we can be here to the morning
I'm ghost when the moon stop glowing
Sunrise, Laura Jones and she want that Johnson and Johnson
But not that baby powder but my sausage
Knock, knock trying to get a baby out her
I put a baby in her, maybe in her mi-i-i-ind
Y'all nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty
To the top of the pyramid
Or to the center of the Earth where I went ahead
We ain't never scared, just looking for a way out
It's here 'til I'm dead I ain't even trying to play house
Apartments, a condo, my mentality is complex
Fresh out the projects how's your conscious
Now where your wine go? cause we got options
Multiple choices and can't a motherf*cker stop us

Liquid lines, do it, fight
Hundred miles down
Tell me where you wanna go
Electric Eyes, hypnotize
Get your mind running, running
Where you wanna go?
You wanna slide down, my melted face
Tell me I'm the Queen, baby, what you need to know
You're past the tides, let it light
I can hear you humming, humming
Where you wanna go?

Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life
Run, run, running for my life

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Lights On

When the bars say stop, when the bars all start to close
And it gets dark outside and I can't find my way home
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me

Tonight feels like a dark Siamese twin (with you)
Can't tell if it ends or it begins (with you)
But I know that I can't see straight
So when I'll realize I'll always try for us to chase
I know that they will

When the bars say stop, when the bars all start to close
And it gets dark outside and I can't find my way home
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me

And now I think I'm floating in space
And there's no one out to help me find some gravity
Can you see all the stars exploding, burning in my face
Cause it's all I need, the galaxies to finally play
I know that they will

When the bars say stop, when the bars all start to close
And it gets dark outside and I can't find my way home
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me

Whoever thought that I would be the one
The golden child, even in darkness I can see the sun
I beat my drum and live my life to the rhythm
I had the blues once or twice in my lifetime but I swear I never lose
Cause I lost so much when I was younger
Savannah, Georgia
The darkest nights produce the brightest stars
So give me credit, I keep it A1 like biker skulls
See we at war like some vikings came to conquer all
Materialism is a prison so gone f*ck at all
Not talkin' 'bout check my catalog
I'm lookin' for substance out of you puppets taking Adderall
Self medicating, doing damage to your bladder dawg
Doesn't matter, you were sadder when you had it all

When the bars say stop, when the bars all start to close
And it gets dark outside and I can't find my way home
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me
I hope you keep your lights on for me

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Fell In The Sun

Flew too high
Fell in the Sun

I'm just a cool ass nigga, put Atlanta on the map
I whip the yellow Cadillac, I like my seats way back
I bust the sun roof open, beams hit the Braves cap
Call me Chief Noc-A-Homa, you can't beat it with a bat
Droppin' bombs, atomic, dog I could never chase the cat
Keep the spotlight on me, it will never fade to black
If I speak it then I mean it, I will never take it back
My demeanor's like a king, I'm leavin' niggas in the trap

Melting the ice
We fell in the Sun, love
Ain't no surprise
We fell in the, we fell in the, we fell in the Sun, love

Once upon a time there was a boy named Daddy Fat
Heard he grew into a man and put his family on his back
Had a master plan, Da Vinci code, nobody couldn't crack
Even though when times got difficult, he kept on slangin' rap
Servin' nothin' but that gas cause the walls are full of plaques
And not the regular unleaded or the mid, we got the pack
We extra-terrestrial, extraordinary
In the center of your solar system, shinin' on the daily

Melting the ice
We fell in the Sun, love
Ain't no surprise
We fell in the, we fell in the, we fell in the Sun, love

Shine like a second at the Sun, but it's too hot
Don't matter where you're from, lose your cool now
Dealt this dope from ATL to New York
Dealt this dope from ATL to New York
Shine like a second at the Sun, but it's too hot
Don't matter where you're from, lose your cool now
Dealt this dope from ATL to New York
Dealt this dope from ATL to New York

Oh yeah
Talk about a Vitamin D overdose
And I do mean D

Melting the ice
We fell in the Sun, love
Ain't no surprise
We fell in the, we fell in the, we fell in the Sun, love
We fell in the, we fell in the Sun
We fell in the, we fell in the, we fell in the Sun, love
We fell in the, we fell in the Sun
We fell in the, we fell in the, we fell in the Sun, love

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Put It On Her

Eastpoint
College Park sucker
Decatur for your hatin' ass
See you later

Sweet Daddy showed us how to rock a mink
I got to thinking and now I got these alligators on my feet
I'm so distinguished, don't wanna be mean, the Sheen but very private
My wife's at home with my chair, insta silent
Night like the temptations was saying on sight
But I'm tempted to put the PVC pipe in her life, right?
Those are plumbing terms so tea time my little hummingbird
Cunning words uttered while I'm touching her
And now she's beggin' for a nigga to go 'n' get up in her
Like the holy ghost, destination molly world
So I propose a toast, Crown Black and apple juice
It's all about that crown, like no clown-like for attitudes
Well unless it's Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, or Eazy
Cause I'mma be your nigga for life, please believe me
It's just your friendly neighborhood Daddy Fat
From Decatur to East Point my name good and that's that

She's just a liar who gets high on rock 'n' roll
A rolling stone, drugs and hoes
She don't know, she just knows
That I put it on her
I put it on her

Shawty get the tool out, shawty pimp got the tool out
I'm psyched out with bot now

I'm the producer extraordinaire
I'll eat machines, put my stick on your snare
I like a landing strip or like it bare
Good shit and good shit we get anywhere
Shape like a peach or a pear
Will I put it on you? Hell yeah
Try me little lady, I'll put it in you
Put it on you, the performer of performers
Producer of producers
This is not what you're used to
So taste like fruit juice
When I cum it's youthful
JMC certified, damn take a spoonful

She's just a liar who gets high on rock 'n' roll
A rolling stone, drugs and hoes
She don't know, she just knows
That I put it on her
I put it on her

Shawty get the tool out, shawty pimp got the tool out
I'm psyched out with bot now

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Goldmine Junkie

One more truth
One more truth
One more truth
One more truth
One more truth
One more truth

Always and forever
Forever and always, always together
Like salt and pepper
We live life like a love letter
Real nice like them love letters
Amen tell 'em
I stole her heart like a known felon
Jackpot couldn't have chose better
Banana dick on deck, she goes gorilla
If you ain't got yours yet, the boy gonna get her, for real uh
On the phone with her til the wee hours
Future's so bright, who can see ours?
Usin' all three eyes to get between thighs
Always overstood, never undermined
Got a mean spit game and the dutty wine
Spoon action, gravy for the cuddle time
And under the cover we make another Twan
F*ck it, make another one

One more truth
No matter what you say to me you'll always be a goldmine junkie
One more truth
No matter what I do to break your heart, I know you'll always love me

Always is a plan right? (Damn right)
Huge ring? (Damn right)
I deserve it, I'm worth it
Besides you fit perfect
But that's our secret, can you keep it?
I'm a junkie for you when you need it
When you leave the feelings you leave me with
(I'm knee deep in it), I'm knee deep in it

Overdosin' off devotion, we can never get lonely
The only one that can do somethin' for me totally mind blowing
And I'm never letting go, these streets ain't got nothing for me
It's full of skeezers and phonies and suckin' leeches that owe me, homie

One more truth
No matter what you say to me you'll always be a goldmine junkie
One more truth
No matter what I do to break your heart, I know you'll always love me

He's a guy, give him one more try, I'm listenin'
Through your eyes I can read your mind, it's blisterin'
Every time you say one more drill
I gotta dig myself out of the way, I feel
And now the gold is really cold and sparklin'
Take me down where shooting stars are flatlinin'
Every time you say one more drill
I gotta dig myself out of the way, I feel
Cause I need you

One more truth
No matter what you say to me you'll always be a goldmine junkie
One more truth
No matter what I do to break your heart, I know you'll always love me
One more truth
No matter what you say to me you'll always be a goldmine junkie
One more truth
No matter what I do to break your heart, I know you'll always love me

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Born To Shine

I walk in
Ric Flair'in', long fur coat wearin'
Rolex rockin', silk shirt wearin'
Silk socks, and balls need to breathe
So bitch the draws cotton cause you gon' suck me when you leave
In a big benzo on lorenzos
With your homegirl LeQuinta who said she never did but she would try it
And as she higher than the f*ckin' hired
She jet settin', Moët'n, the God blesses
Against him prospers no weapon, champaignin'
Campaignin', gator shoes high steppin'
My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frames
I heard this nigga say he don't like me, well he the lame

It's not your fault baby
We were just here born to shine

I walk with a spot on me, my life's a sax solo
Neon sign fritz when I pass in all slo-mo
You don't give the nod, you'd rather not even know me
Cause even me existin' is killing your bitch mojo
I dance like a JoJo on blow, cut a rug to a hole
Polo undies got my nuts in a choke
I'm often stuck in smoke, the jukebox cut on
Without coins, I'm a magical bloke
I'll barracuda you chum for the simple fact that you don't know how to float
Another tragedy aborted, I'm a bad news bear, bae
I'm armed with a hanger of coats, you'll get poked
Now your mom's got a new lease on life, a new hope

It's not your fault baby
We were just here born to shine

A nigga like me just pull up, flight club, foreign or domestic
International player but also locally respected
Savannah to them pimpin', drippin' and stankin' like the deuce do
Since baby needed pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe'
Make 'em call me B.B. King because I give that bitch the blues
Now she down on bended knee because she wanna lick the jewels
And I'm slick, 'bout to run up in her smooth with this dick
Take a couple polaroids to capture the mo-mo-moment
Now she's caught up in the rapture of this mackin', where your ho went?
In the back of the Cadillac, she gaggin', ass and titties showin'
As a matter I'm 'bout to splash her with this Billy Ocean
And watch her rub it on her face, call it Johnson's baby lotion

It's not your fault baby
We were just here born to shine
Kill Bill'n up this whole damn house and shine
Steppin' over you f*ck boy clowns and shine
Hey! Like Mr. Brown and shine
I'm moonwalkin', wanna kiss myself and shine
Hugh Heffin' all your bitches out and shine

Shine
Shine

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Drum Machine

[Pre-Hook: Sarah Barthel]
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine

[Bassline: Skrillex]

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Never scared Holmes, like a true player, runnin' out of end zone
Known to put dick in the friendzone, but only by request like a big song
Not my own heir to an Andre, bitch what's happenin', I see ya
Man I see ya, man I see ya, man I see ya
In the rearview mirror I think we see this shit clearer
Ain't no crystal ball just balls on chins, dick all in your jaw amen
Thicker than a Snicker bar but slimmer than a Slim Jim
Then I tie her up Erica all we eatin' din din

[Pre-Hook: Sarah Barthel]
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
Three, two, one (turn up!)

[Hook]
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, hit drum wild
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, now what you talkin' 'bout?

[Post-Hook: Sarah Barthel]
Can you beat it like a drum tell me, tell me baby
Is it really what you want? Can you crank it louder
Till we wake the neighbours up, I make the perfect sounds
If you've got the magic touch, so you can turn me up

[Bridge: Sarah Barthel]
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I got my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my

[Pre-Hook: Sarah Barthel]
Drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
Three, two, one (turn up!)

[Hook]
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, hit drum wild
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, now what you talkin' 'bout?

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
This be that Jedi rap shit and I'm your captain, come on my spacecraft to see what's happenin'
The bass they droppin' 808' straight jammin', disrespectfully but no manners
Keep heat like the flame below the mantle, freak beats and make examples
Assassinate every chant all the way from Atlanta, dick ride emcees and grab your saddles

[Refrain: BIg Boi]
In the rearview mirror I might start to see it clearer
But the Eight-Oh-Eight is banging, I can't seem to fight the feeling
From my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my

[Pre-Hook: Sarah Barthel]
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
Three, two, one (turn up!)

[Bassline/Collision: Skrillex]
I got my
Now what you talkin' 'bout?

[Refrain: BIg Boi]
In the rearview mirror I might start to see it clearer
But the Eight-Oh-Eight is banging, I can't seem to fight the feeling
From my drum machine
I got my drum machine

[Outro: Sarah Barthel]
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)