I've been through a lot, boy (Punk Star)
I've been through a lo,t boy, yeah
I ain't gonna stop, boy, uh
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat) stop, boy, yeah
You go down and you stop, boy, yeah
Always runnin' from the cops, boy
Yeah
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (we call you a opp, boy)
Got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, damn (we call you a opp, boy)
I'm a real life Gothboi (I'm a real life Gothboi)
Why the f*ck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Why the f*ck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
Why the f*ck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
You couldn't even buy her the purse (nah)
Everybody wanna flex on each other (why?)
I just want some money for my mother (damn)
This ain't no competition (nah)
Please listen (yeah)
Hold up, listen to me, right?
I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
But I sing about bitches, yeah (but I sing about bitches)
'Cause I really know killas ('cause I really know killas)
They are not like you at all
And I can tell it, yeah, I can smell it
I can see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a f*ckin' liar, boy (nah)
Yeah, yeah, damn
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (we call you a opp, boy)
Got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, damn (we call you a opp, boy)
I'm a real life Gothboi (I'm a real life Gothboi)
You ain't on the block, boy
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy
You hot, boy?
That ain't smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy
And for what?
You're diggin' your own grave
You're diggin' your own grave, yeah
Lil Peep - EVERYBODY'S EVERYTHING Album Lyrics
Lil Peep - EVERYBODY'S EVERYTHING Lyrics
Writer: Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser, Brenden Murray, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
AQUAFINA
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat)
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, water, water)
Red bottoms, she a diva (mula, diva, diva)
But the legs on that bitch evil (evil)
Look at them legs on that bitch, evil
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, in my Aquafina, ayy)
Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa
Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people)
Xans got me seein' dead people (dead people)
Overtired, bitch, I read people (I read people)
Getting top, I get head, people (by your head people)
Who would've thought I got some money (I got some money)
Look what I bought, bitch, my money jumpin' (my money jumpin')
Boyfriend got twenty dollars (twenty dollars)
Yeah, I used to have twenty dollars (twenty dollars, twenty dollars)
Now I got twenty problems (twenty problems)
Now I'm twenty, f*cking twenty models (models, twenty models)
Twenty models, I mean twenty bottles
Twenty bottles, I mean twenty models (twenty models)
Twenty bottles, of my them red bottles (red bottles)
Twenty bottles, of the Henny bottles (Henny bottles)
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, water, water)
Red bottoms, she a diva (mula, diva, diva)
But the legs on that bitch evil (evil)
Look at them legs on that bitch, evil
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, in my Aquafina, ayy)
Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa
Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people) (yo)
Xans got me seein' dead people (dead people)
What's happenin'? What?
Blue hunnids, chasin' dead people (hunnids)
Yeah, old hunnids, I mean Ben Franklins (Ben Franks)
She get a bag and she perfect (she perfect)
I'ma take her back and work it (bitch)
Still on a Xan', 'bout to fall asleep (Xan')
Baby mama, she keep callin' me (brr)
I keep 'em way out that trap house (trap house)
Don't bust, gettin' knocked out (yeah)
F*ck her hard, knock her socks off (socks off)
New foreign wanna pop out (skrrt)
Water, splash, Aquafina (woo)
Way too much cheese, like mamma mia
Shitting on nigga like diarrhea (yuh)
I don't want the pussy, can never eat her (woo)
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, water, water)
Red bottoms, she a diva (mula, diva, diva)
But the legs on that bitch evil (evil)
Look at them legs on that bitch, evil
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, in my Aquafina, ayy)
Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa
Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people)
Xans got me seein' dead people (people)
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, water, water)
Red bottoms, she a diva (mula, diva, diva)
But the legs on that bitch evil (evil)
Look at them legs on that bitch, evil
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, in my Aquafina, ayy)
Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa
Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people)
Xans got me seein' dead people (dead people)
Overtired, bitch, I read people (I read people)
Getting top, I get head, people (by your head people)
Who would've thought I got some money (I got some money)
Look what I bought, bitch, my money jumpin' (my money jumpin')
Boyfriend got twenty dollars (twenty dollars)
Yeah, I used to have twenty dollars (twenty dollars, twenty dollars)
Now I got twenty problems (twenty problems)
Now I'm twenty, f*cking twenty models (models, twenty models)
Twenty models, I mean twenty bottles
Twenty bottles, I mean twenty models (twenty models)
Twenty bottles, of my them red bottles (red bottles)
Twenty bottles, of the Henny bottles (Henny bottles)
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, water, water)
Red bottoms, she a diva (mula, diva, diva)
But the legs on that bitch evil (evil)
Look at them legs on that bitch, evil
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, in my Aquafina, ayy)
Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa
Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people) (yo)
Xans got me seein' dead people (dead people)
What's happenin'? What?
Blue hunnids, chasin' dead people (hunnids)
Yeah, old hunnids, I mean Ben Franklins (Ben Franks)
She get a bag and she perfect (she perfect)
I'ma take her back and work it (bitch)
Still on a Xan', 'bout to fall asleep (Xan')
Baby mama, she keep callin' me (brr)
I keep 'em way out that trap house (trap house)
Don't bust, gettin' knocked out (yeah)
F*ck her hard, knock her socks off (socks off)
New foreign wanna pop out (skrrt)
Water, splash, Aquafina (woo)
Way too much cheese, like mamma mia
Shitting on nigga like diarrhea (yuh)
I don't want the pussy, can never eat her (woo)
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, water, water)
Red bottoms, she a diva (mula, diva, diva)
But the legs on that bitch evil (evil)
Look at them legs on that bitch, evil
Molly in my Aquafina ('Fina, in my Aquafina, ayy)
Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa
Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people)
Xans got me seein' dead people (people)
Writer: Brenden Murray, Dimitri Roger, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
RATCHETS
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ayy
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Molly in my Aquafina) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ratchet
Bitch I look like Justin Bieber, I could buy a Timberlake
All white Timberlands, stepping on cocaine
Eat that pussy 'til it's nothing on the dinner plate
I just bought a 8 ball, and we did the whole thing
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Molly in my Aquafina) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ratchet
Yuh, Hennessy spillin' up out my cup
I f*cked two bitches at once and I couldn't bust
Ride in that Beamer just like a bus
These ratchet lil' bitches know us
Got a white bitch, she a coke book
Only sleeping when the sun come
You might just see me pop out the roof
I got big racks, know I feel like Young Moose
Love the coke, rerock, rerock
Milly Rocking on the rocks
Come at BigHead, get shot
Come at Lil Peep, to me you a opp
F*ck a greenlight, redlight you can start
I take you out like some snot
Yeah, yeah
I take you out like some snot
Ayy, ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Molly in my Aquafina) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ratchet
Woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ayy
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Molly in my Aquafina) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ratchet
Bitch I look like Justin Bieber, I could buy a Timberlake
All white Timberlands, stepping on cocaine
Eat that pussy 'til it's nothing on the dinner plate
I just bought a 8 ball, and we did the whole thing
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Molly in my Aquafina) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ratchet
Yuh, Hennessy spillin' up out my cup
I f*cked two bitches at once and I couldn't bust
Ride in that Beamer just like a bus
These ratchet lil' bitches know us
Got a white bitch, she a coke book
Only sleeping when the sun come
You might just see me pop out the roof
I got big racks, know I feel like Young Moose
Love the coke, rerock, rerock
Milly Rocking on the rocks
Come at BigHead, get shot
Come at Lil Peep, to me you a opp
F*ck a greenlight, redlight you can start
I take you out like some snot
Yeah, yeah
I take you out like some snot
Ayy, ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Let me f*ck you in my Beamer) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
(Molly in my Aquafina) ratchet, ratchet
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet bitches cocaina
Ratchet, ratchet
Writer: Cesar Benabe, Gustav Ahr, Jazz Butler, Robert McKeon, Thomas Pentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fangirl
(Bitch I feel like Fish Narc)
(Betteroffdead Nigga)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call, girl?
She can't understand me, she a fangirl (nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (what?)
Tracy keep a full clip (grah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (nah)
Gothboi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta will mop you
Now I'm feelin' like a boss when I walk through
Yeah, I'm hangin' out with Goth, and a thot too
Now you're someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to)
No, I could never love a bop, that is not true
I got diamonds on my ring, and my block too
Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too
She was doing cocaine in the bathroom
Now she doing more K in the back room
He don't mind with the gang, though
Yeah, I'm riding with the bankroll
Rolling with the TEC like I'm Draco
I'm with the check pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call, girl?
She can't understand me, she a fangirl (nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (what?)
Tracy keep a full clip (grah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (nah)
Gothboi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta will mop you
(Betteroffdead Nigga)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call, girl?
She can't understand me, she a fangirl (nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (what?)
Tracy keep a full clip (grah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (nah)
Gothboi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta will mop you
Now I'm feelin' like a boss when I walk through
Yeah, I'm hangin' out with Goth, and a thot too
Now you're someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to)
No, I could never love a bop, that is not true
I got diamonds on my ring, and my block too
Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too
She was doing cocaine in the bathroom
Now she doing more K in the back room
He don't mind with the gang, though
Yeah, I'm riding with the bankroll
Rolling with the TEC like I'm Draco
I'm with the check pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call, girl?
She can't understand me, she a fangirl (nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (what?)
Tracy keep a full clip (grah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (nah)
Gothboi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta will mop you
Writer: Adam Saini, Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser, Gabriel Rousseau, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
LA to London
Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc
BetterOffDead Nigga
I try to keep my head up
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (my head up)
Girls in the whip (girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (fed up)
Get off my dick (hang in there, motherf*cka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (my bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always f*cked up (f*cked up)
All black for you (all black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles
I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna phone her
Runnin' up a check, yeah, like I was a runner
Now I'm rolling blunts, yeah yeah, so down
Now I'm going up, yeah yeah, no down
Gold my ring, yeah yeah, roll out
Now I'm in the truck, yeah yeah
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (my head up)
Girls in the whip (girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (fed up)
Get off my dick (hang in there, motherf*cka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (my bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always f*cked up (f*cked up)
All black for you (all black for you)
In the back for you (in the back for you)
Count stacks for you (count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Ooh, girl why you frontin'?
Now we moving out to London
Stay far from the f*ck shit
Catch flights like it's nothing, yeah
Always counting up the hundreds (always counting up the hundreds)
That's just how we come in (that's just how we come in)
I was faded at the function (at the function)
Now we going out to London (going out to London)
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (my head up)
Girls in the whip (girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (fed up)
Get off my dick (hang in there, motherf*cka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (my bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always f*cked up (f*cked up)
All black for you (all black for you)
In the back for you (in the back for you)
Count stacks for you (count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Now we moving out to London
GothBoiClique
BetterOffDead Nigga
I try to keep my head up
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (my head up)
Girls in the whip (girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (fed up)
Get off my dick (hang in there, motherf*cka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (my bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always f*cked up (f*cked up)
All black for you (all black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles
I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna phone her
Runnin' up a check, yeah, like I was a runner
Now I'm rolling blunts, yeah yeah, so down
Now I'm going up, yeah yeah, no down
Gold my ring, yeah yeah, roll out
Now I'm in the truck, yeah yeah
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (my head up)
Girls in the whip (girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (fed up)
Get off my dick (hang in there, motherf*cka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (my bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always f*cked up (f*cked up)
All black for you (all black for you)
In the back for you (in the back for you)
Count stacks for you (count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Ooh, girl why you frontin'?
Now we moving out to London
Stay far from the f*ck shit
Catch flights like it's nothing, yeah
Always counting up the hundreds (always counting up the hundreds)
That's just how we come in (that's just how we come in)
I was faded at the function (at the function)
Now we going out to London (going out to London)
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (my head up)
Girls in the whip (girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (fed up)
Get off my dick (hang in there, motherf*cka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (my bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always f*cked up (f*cked up)
All black for you (all black for you)
In the back for you (in the back for you)
Count stacks for you (count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Now we moving out to London
GothBoiClique
Writer: Adam Saini, Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser, Gabriel Rousseau, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rockstarz
The sun was out so put your screen down
I'm in your phones like the NSA
You're a ripoff
I'm a Punk Star (bitch I feel like Fish Narc)
BetterOffDead nigga
Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I f*ck 'em like a pro
I don't got a car, mind on Mars
I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite
Girls all night, I'ma end my life
F*ck your cars, mind on Mars
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar
She was geeking, on the molly
Here I'm placing on everybody
She was tweaking at the party
Now I'm leaving, and you're sorry
Come rolling around in the Masi'
Smoking Backwoods, I'm with a Barbie
Yeah, I'm hoping that you really want to love me
Now I'm joking, I know you could never love me
Hopping out the car, and I'm in my Abercrombie
I got ten grand all in my Lambo n' jeans
Yeah, I got a bust down and it's all freezed
Yeah, I know she a bust down, but she won't leave
Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I f*ck 'em like a pro
I don't got a car, mind on Mars
I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite
Girls all night, I'ma end my life
F*ck your cars, mind on Mars
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar
Rockstars, punk stars
Equal flourish
Dirty laundry on the floor
Two guitars in my bed sleep with me each night
And my best friend
But take, take warning as not to copy
'Cause you'll find the results sound weak
Goodnight
I'm in your phones like the NSA
You're a ripoff
I'm a Punk Star (bitch I feel like Fish Narc)
BetterOffDead nigga
Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I f*ck 'em like a pro
I don't got a car, mind on Mars
I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite
Girls all night, I'ma end my life
F*ck your cars, mind on Mars
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar
She was geeking, on the molly
Here I'm placing on everybody
She was tweaking at the party
Now I'm leaving, and you're sorry
Come rolling around in the Masi'
Smoking Backwoods, I'm with a Barbie
Yeah, I'm hoping that you really want to love me
Now I'm joking, I know you could never love me
Hopping out the car, and I'm in my Abercrombie
I got ten grand all in my Lambo n' jeans
Yeah, I got a bust down and it's all freezed
Yeah, I know she a bust down, but she won't leave
Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I f*ck 'em like a pro
I don't got a car, mind on Mars
I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite
Girls all night, I'ma end my life
F*ck your cars, mind on Mars
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar
Rockstars, punk stars
Equal flourish
Dirty laundry on the floor
Two guitars in my bed sleep with me each night
And my best friend
But take, take warning as not to copy
'Cause you'll find the results sound weak
Goodnight
Writer: Adam Saini, Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser, Gabriel Rousseau, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Text Me
Jeez
La, la, la
She said, "Why you never text me?
Ever since you left me"
She said, "How could you forget me?"
She said, "Why you never text me?"
She said, "Why you never text me? (Text me)
Ever since you left me" (ever since you left me)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" Yeah (why you never text me?)
Baby come and bless me (baby, come and bless me)
My baby think I'm sexy (baby think I'm sexy)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" Yeah (why you never text me)
She said, "Why you never text?" (Why you never text?)
Used to go around and me (used to go around and flex)
Come around and stress me (come around and stress me)
That shit don't impress me (oh)
I'm the only one who knows your fear
See, I know you better than you think
Always hit my line, like, "We should link," oh, I
Don't go around and checkin', no
Go, baby they've got nothing on me
I told you you'd be coming back
Now you want me back, but, baby I don't f*ck with that
She said, "Why you never text me? (Text me)
Ever since you left me" (ever since you left me)
(Yeah, but baby, I don't f*ck with that)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" (Why you never text me?)
(Yeah, but baby, I don't f*ck with that), ah
Baby come and bless me (come and bless me)
My baby think I'm sexy (baby think I'm sexy)
(Yeah, but baby, I don't f*ck with that)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" Yeah (why you never text me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?
Ever since you left me" (la, la)
She said, "Why you never text me?
Ever since you left me"
Jeez
How could you forget me, uh, run it back
La, la, la
She said, "Why you never text me?
Ever since you left me"
She said, "How could you forget me?"
She said, "Why you never text me?"
She said, "Why you never text me? (Text me)
Ever since you left me" (ever since you left me)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" Yeah (why you never text me?)
Baby come and bless me (baby, come and bless me)
My baby think I'm sexy (baby think I'm sexy)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" Yeah (why you never text me)
She said, "Why you never text?" (Why you never text?)
Used to go around and me (used to go around and flex)
Come around and stress me (come around and stress me)
That shit don't impress me (oh)
I'm the only one who knows your fear
See, I know you better than you think
Always hit my line, like, "We should link," oh, I
Don't go around and checkin', no
Go, baby they've got nothing on me
I told you you'd be coming back
Now you want me back, but, baby I don't f*ck with that
She said, "Why you never text me? (Text me)
Ever since you left me" (ever since you left me)
(Yeah, but baby, I don't f*ck with that)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" (Why you never text me?)
(Yeah, but baby, I don't f*ck with that), ah
Baby come and bless me (come and bless me)
My baby think I'm sexy (baby think I'm sexy)
(Yeah, but baby, I don't f*ck with that)
She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?" Yeah (why you never text me?)
She said, "Why you never text me?
Ever since you left me" (la, la)
She said, "Why you never text me?
Ever since you left me"
Jeez
How could you forget me, uh, run it back
Writer: Edgard Herrera, Gustav Ahr, Henry Nichols, Justin Friedman
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
PRINCESS
(How could I forget about you?)
(How could I forget about you?)
(How could I forget about you?)
(Forget about you)
(I don't know what I'd do without you)
(Love is nonsense without my princess)
(Send me one text, so I can get some rest)
How could I forget about you?
I don't know what I'd do without you (GBC)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest (I can get some rest)
How could I forget about you?
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
Send me one text, send me one text (one text)
Send me one text, send me one text (one text)
One text (one text)
One text (one text)
How could I forget about you? (How)
Never doubt me, I'll never doubt you (never doubt you)
I don't go out without you (without you)
I don't wanna leave the house without you
I don't do shit without you (I don't do shit)
And you know I ain't shit without you
Lonely sunsets, lonely sunrise (yeah)
Wish that I was lookin' in your eyes
How could I forget about you?
I don't know what I'd do without you
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
You can get undressed
(How could I forget about you?)
(How could I forget about you?)
(Forget about you)
(I don't know what I'd do without you)
(Love is nonsense without my princess)
(Send me one text, so I can get some rest)
How could I forget about you?
I don't know what I'd do without you (GBC)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest (I can get some rest)
How could I forget about you?
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
Send me one text, send me one text (one text)
Send me one text, send me one text (one text)
One text (one text)
One text (one text)
How could I forget about you? (How)
Never doubt me, I'll never doubt you (never doubt you)
I don't go out without you (without you)
I don't wanna leave the house without you
I don't do shit without you (I don't do shit)
And you know I ain't shit without you
Lonely sunsets, lonely sunrise (yeah)
Wish that I was lookin' in your eyes
How could I forget about you?
I don't know what I'd do without you
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess (without my princess)
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
How could I forget about you? (Forget about you)
I don't know what I'd do without you (do without you)
Lonely sunsets without my princess
Send me one text, so I can get some rest
You can get undressed
Writer: Gustav Ahr, Jerick Quilisadio
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Moving On
(Bitch I feel like Fish Narc)
I'm kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on? That's what I be on
She know what I be on
Who know what I be on?
That's what I be on, baby move along
I keep movin' on
I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up
I keep movin' on
We keep making up, I can't make it up
Somebody wake me up, yeah
Pulled up with my whole team
Mackned swervin' in a white Beam', yeah
Gothboiclique, tryna stay clean, yeah
Gothboiclique, we got big dreams
And my new bitch, on a movie screen
And my old bitch, she a groupie teen
Yeah, I break hearts, I'm with Cold Hart
I'm with Horse Head, whip it like a NASCAR, yeah
Wicca Phase Task Force, yeah (I'm kissin' Styrofoam!)
Baby, you get what you ask for
I'm kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on? That's what I be on
She know what I be on
Who know what I be on?
That's what I be on, baby, move along
I keep movin' on
I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up
I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up, I can't make it up
Somebody wake me up, yeah
I'm kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on (what? What? Yeah yeah)
(I'm kissin' Styrofoam)
Who know what we be on?
Who know what we be on?
Who know what we be on?
They be like, yeah
What do they be on?
In the back of the club, what do they be on?
I know what I be on
Kissin' Styrofoam, is it Styrofoam?
Is it Styrofoam?
(I'm kissin' Styrofoam)
It's the pain pills, yeah
Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills
Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills
Yeah, yeah
It's the pain pills, and it's gettin' real
Kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on?
That's what I be on
Who shoulder you be cryin' on? Yeah yeah
Who shoulder you be lyin' on?
(Which shoulder you be lyin' on?)
Who's name do you be lyin' on?
(Who's name do you be lyin' on?) Yeah
I keep movin' on
I'm kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on? That's what I be on
She know what I be on
Who know what I be on?
That's what I be on, baby move along
I keep movin' on
I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up
I keep movin' on
We keep making up, I can't make it up
Somebody wake me up, yeah
Pulled up with my whole team
Mackned swervin' in a white Beam', yeah
Gothboiclique, tryna stay clean, yeah
Gothboiclique, we got big dreams
And my new bitch, on a movie screen
And my old bitch, she a groupie teen
Yeah, I break hearts, I'm with Cold Hart
I'm with Horse Head, whip it like a NASCAR, yeah
Wicca Phase Task Force, yeah (I'm kissin' Styrofoam!)
Baby, you get what you ask for
I'm kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on? That's what I be on
She know what I be on
Who know what I be on?
That's what I be on, baby, move along
I keep movin' on
I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up
I keep movin' on
We keep makin' up, I can't make it up
Somebody wake me up, yeah
I'm kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on (what? What? Yeah yeah)
(I'm kissin' Styrofoam)
Who know what we be on?
Who know what we be on?
Who know what we be on?
They be like, yeah
What do they be on?
In the back of the club, what do they be on?
I know what I be on
Kissin' Styrofoam, is it Styrofoam?
Is it Styrofoam?
(I'm kissin' Styrofoam)
It's the pain pills, yeah
Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills
Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills
Yeah, yeah
It's the pain pills, and it's gettin' real
Kissin' Styrofoam
Who know what I be on?
That's what I be on
Who shoulder you be cryin' on? Yeah yeah
Who shoulder you be lyin' on?
(Which shoulder you be lyin' on?)
Who's name do you be lyin' on?
(Who's name do you be lyin' on?) Yeah
I keep movin' on
Writer: Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Belgium
I'm a punk star
You don't mind and I don't mind at all (at all)
You act kind, I don't act kind at all
I ask myself, why am I talkin' like this?
Ask yourself, do you deserve this treatment?
I was out in Belgium on tour
That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours
I know that you hear me
I know that you hear me
I know that you're here, girl
I'm at the door
I know that you're here, girl
Answer the door
You don't mind and I don't mind at all, at all
You act kind, I don't act kind at all
I, I ask myself, why am I talkin' like this?
Ask yourself, do you deserve this treatment?
No one deserves this treatment
No one deserves this treatment
Ooh, you don't deserve this treatment
(You don't deserve this)
I know that you hear me (I know that you hear me)
I know that you hear me (I know that you hear me)
I know that you hear me, yeah
Yeah
I was out in Belgium on tour
That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours
I know that you hear me
I know that you hear me, yeah
You don't mind and I don't mind at all
You act kind, I don't act kind at all (at all)
I ask myself, why am I talkin' like this?
Ask yourself, do you deserve this treatment?
Do you deserve this treatment?
Do you deserve this treatment?
Deserve this treatment
(I know that you hear me)
I was on my own for the past two months
I haven't seen a friend's face, in too long
On my own
That's when I noticed all, all that shit (all that shit)
All that shit that f*cked me up (that f*cked me up, yeah)
You act kind, I don't act kind at all, at all
You don't mind and I don't mind at all (at all)
You act kind, I don't act kind at all
I ask myself, why am I talkin' like this?
Ask yourself, do you deserve this treatment?
I was out in Belgium on tour
That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours
I know that you hear me
I know that you hear me
I know that you're here, girl
I'm at the door
I know that you're here, girl
Answer the door
You don't mind and I don't mind at all, at all
You act kind, I don't act kind at all
I, I ask myself, why am I talkin' like this?
Ask yourself, do you deserve this treatment?
No one deserves this treatment
No one deserves this treatment
Ooh, you don't deserve this treatment
(You don't deserve this)
I know that you hear me (I know that you hear me)
I know that you hear me (I know that you hear me)
I know that you hear me, yeah
Yeah
I was out in Belgium on tour
That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours
I know that you hear me
I know that you hear me, yeah
You don't mind and I don't mind at all
You act kind, I don't act kind at all (at all)
I ask myself, why am I talkin' like this?
Ask yourself, do you deserve this treatment?
Do you deserve this treatment?
Do you deserve this treatment?
Deserve this treatment
(I know that you hear me)
I was on my own for the past two months
I haven't seen a friend's face, in too long
On my own
That's when I noticed all, all that shit (all that shit)
All that shit that f*cked me up (that f*cked me up, yeah)
You act kind, I don't act kind at all, at all
Writer: Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
When I Lie
(Punk star)
Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try
Woke up on a lonely day, she can't help but wonder why?
I saw it on her face, she want to make those f*ckers cry
She ends up in a better place inside when she get high
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
Stick that needle in my eye
She won't come with me, she ain't gonna run with me
Now I'm breaking down again
Blue skies start turning grey, when I tell her that I'm fine
Ash on the windowpane can I kiss you on your spine?
I watched her walk away, but don't tell me she ain't mine
She's got this little blade and she cuts me when I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try
Woke up on a lonely day, she can't help but wonder why?
I saw it on her face, she want to make those f*ckers cry
She ends up in a better place inside when she get high
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
Stick that needle in my eye
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie, yeah
Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try
Woke up on a lonely day, she can't help but wonder why?
I saw it on her face, she want to make those f*ckers cry
She ends up in a better place inside when she get high
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
Stick that needle in my eye
She won't come with me, she ain't gonna run with me
Now I'm breaking down again
Blue skies start turning grey, when I tell her that I'm fine
Ash on the windowpane can I kiss you on your spine?
I watched her walk away, but don't tell me she ain't mine
She's got this little blade and she cuts me when I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try
Woke up on a lonely day, she can't help but wonder why?
I saw it on her face, she want to make those f*ckers cry
She ends up in a better place inside when she get high
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times
Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my piece of mind
Stick that needle in my eye
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie
Cuts me when I lie
When I lie, yeah
Writer: Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser, Gustav Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ive Been Waiting
(with iLoveMakonnen ft Fall Out Boy)
[Lil Peep]
Whoa, yeah
[iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep]
I've been waiting (I've been waiting)
I've been waiting up 'cause I can't get enough, oh
I feel I'm fading (Yeah)
When I fall apart, your needle sews my heart, oh
[iLoveMakonnen]
F*ck me up and make me just go crazy
Addicted to the pain that you just made me love
I'm fiendin' for your touchin' on the daily
You're the only one that I want
[Lil Peep]
Break my heart but don't tell me I'm not doin' fine
'Cause I'm doin' fine
Let me go, I'm spendin' time
Not doin' fine but I'm doin' fine
[iLoveMakonnen]
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain for my blood, vain for my blood
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin'
[Patrick Stump]
I been dreamin'
Of your uniform, your uniform of non-conformity
The tears, the tears
Tears aren't strong enough, the years aren't long enough, no
[iLoveMakonnen]
F*ck me up and make me just go crazy
Addicted to the pain that you just made me love
I'm fiendin' for your touchin' on the daily
You're the only one that I want
[Lil Peep]
Break my heart but don't tell me I'm not doin' fine
'Cause I'm doin' fine
Let me go, I'm spendin' time
Not doin' fine but I'm doin' fine
[iLoveMakonnen]
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain for my blood, vain for my blood
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain?
[Patrick Stump]
It's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue
I feel like I'm looking for somethin', somethin' that'll never come
Call me when you're in the city again
My head just went oblivion
It's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue
(Always on the tip of my tongue)
[iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep]
And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
When I've been waitin' (I've been waitin')
Long for you (Long for you)
[Lil Peep]
I wanna drink my wine, I wanna pass that by
I wanna make her cry, she wanna make me die
Apple pie, six cigarettes
And I'll catch the vibe that we can't forget
[iLoveMakonnen]
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain for my blood, vain for my blood
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain?
[Patrick Stump]
It's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue
I feel like I'm looking for somethin', somethin' that'll never come
[Lil Peep & iLoveMakonnen]
I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting (For you)
And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
(I'll be waiting for you)
[Lil Peep]
Whoa, yeah
[iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep]
I've been waiting (I've been waiting)
I've been waiting up 'cause I can't get enough, oh
I feel I'm fading (Yeah)
When I fall apart, your needle sews my heart, oh
[iLoveMakonnen]
F*ck me up and make me just go crazy
Addicted to the pain that you just made me love
I'm fiendin' for your touchin' on the daily
You're the only one that I want
[Lil Peep]
Break my heart but don't tell me I'm not doin' fine
'Cause I'm doin' fine
Let me go, I'm spendin' time
Not doin' fine but I'm doin' fine
[iLoveMakonnen]
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain for my blood, vain for my blood
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin'
[Patrick Stump]
I been dreamin'
Of your uniform, your uniform of non-conformity
The tears, the tears
Tears aren't strong enough, the years aren't long enough, no
[iLoveMakonnen]
F*ck me up and make me just go crazy
Addicted to the pain that you just made me love
I'm fiendin' for your touchin' on the daily
You're the only one that I want
[Lil Peep]
Break my heart but don't tell me I'm not doin' fine
'Cause I'm doin' fine
Let me go, I'm spendin' time
Not doin' fine but I'm doin' fine
[iLoveMakonnen]
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain for my blood, vain for my blood
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain?
[Patrick Stump]
It's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue
I feel like I'm looking for somethin', somethin' that'll never come
Call me when you're in the city again
My head just went oblivion
It's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue
(Always on the tip of my tongue)
[iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep]
And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
When I've been waitin' (I've been waitin')
Long for you (Long for you)
[Lil Peep]
I wanna drink my wine, I wanna pass that by
I wanna make her cry, she wanna make me die
Apple pie, six cigarettes
And I'll catch the vibe that we can't forget
[iLoveMakonnen]
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain for my blood, vain for my blood
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain?
[Patrick Stump]
It's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue
I feel like I'm looking for somethin', somethin' that'll never come
[Lil Peep & iLoveMakonnen]
I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting (For you)
And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong
(I'll be waiting for you)
Writer: Andrew Hurley, Brenton Duvall, Brian Dong Ho Lee, Gustav Elijah Ahr, Joseph Trohman, Louis Bell, Makonnen Sheran, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Val Blavatnik
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Live Forever
Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Knock knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door
Live forever, get them motherf*ckin' blunts rolled
Now I pull up and I get it how I want, hoe
Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, hoe
I got problems with your motherf*ckin' god
I been workin' like I never had a job
Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Knock knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door
Live forever, get them motherf*ckin' blunts rolled
Now I pull up and I get it how I want, hoe
Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, hoe
I got problems with your motherf*ckin' god
I been workin' like I never had a job
Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Knock knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door
Live forever, get them motherf*ckin' blunts rolled
Now I pull up and I get it how I want, hoe
Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, hoe
I got problems with your motherf*ckin' god
I been workin' like I never had a job
Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Knock knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door
Live forever, get them motherf*ckin' blunts rolled
Now I pull up and I get it how I want, hoe
Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, hoe
I got problems with your motherf*ckin' god
I been workin' like I never had a job
Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Knock knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door
Live forever, get them motherf*ckin' blunts rolled
Now I pull up and I get it how I want, hoe
Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, hoe
I got problems with your motherf*ckin' god
I been workin' like I never had a job
Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Knock knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door
Live forever, get them motherf*ckin' blunts rolled
Now I pull up and I get it how I want, hoe
Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, hoe
I got problems with your motherf*ckin' god
I been workin' like I never had a job
Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream
Havin' visions of everybody who knew me
See my face on the motherf*ckin' big screen
Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD
Writer: Gustav Ahr, Nicholas Brobak, Robert Dell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ghost Boy
Leave me alone
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
I'm all on my own
I'm all on my own
I know you ain't high as this
Putting my mind to shit
Give me some time I be flying bitch
Breaking my bones
You breaking my bones you want me to line my wrist
I ain't gon' do it for you
I'm gon' do it for me cause it help me forget
I ain't go put up no time
If you ain't got time if I ain't gon' bitch
I'm doing my thing
and bitch I can see all the disrespect in front of my face
Step in this bitch let these hoes feel my drip
If you ain't smoking on something imo dip
Leave me alone
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
When you are on your own
Just know that I need you
I wont pick up the phone
Just know that I need you
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
I'm all on my own
I'm all on my own
I know you ain't high as this
Putting my mind to shit
Give me some time I be flying bitch
Breaking my bones
You breaking my bones you want me to line my wrist
I ain't gon' do it for you
I'm gon' do it for me cause it help me forget
I ain't go put up no time
If you ain't got time if I ain't gon' bitch
I'm doing my thing
and bitch I can see all the disrespect in front of my face
Step in this bitch let these hoes feel my drip
If you ain't smoking on something imo dip
Leave me alone
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
When you are on your own
Just know that I need you
I wont pick up the phone
Just know that I need you
Writer: Dylan Ross, Elizabeth Melberg, Gustav Ahr, Jennifer Sbragia
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CRIBNOTE ENTERTAINMENT LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CRIBNOTE ENTERTAINMENT LLC
Keep My Coo
(B-b-bis Los on the track, boy)
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
Clouds of that loud, like the weather
Showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepards (Kiki Shepards)
If I didn't like you then, then I ain't gon' like you never (like you never)
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effort (for sure)
She can not keep your cool, and you let her (and you let her)
I could keep my cool while I'm eating lemon pepper (lemon pepper)
I could
I could, I could
Uh, uh
I could keep my cool under pressure like a fool (like a fool)
Eatin' lemon pepper, with a lepper playin' pool
Damn, my man a Cheetah, no, my man a cougar
I don't put tobacco in my motherf*ckin' hookah
Straight sativa, motherf*ck a Dutch
Motherf*ck a twenty gram doobie with a crutch
When it come to that stuff, I can not get enough
So I'm strictly smokin' wax , 'cause that kush gettin' tax, damn
Catch me smokin' dabs with your dad, why you mad, bitch?
Sad boys, money gain, I need me a sad bitch
My life ain't lavish, I ain't ever had a shit
I'm quick to take that dollar from your wallet if you had it
I be playin' Madden, smokin' weed and rappin'
Ain't no haters 'round him, on my throne laughin'
Lil Peep spazzin', skeetin' on your mattress
Creepin' through the night time, blood on my classics
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
Clouds of that loud, like the weather
Showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepards (Kiki Shepards)
If I didn't like you then, then I ain't gon' like you never (like you never)
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effory
She can't keep your cool, and you let her (and you let her)
I could keep my cool while I'm eating lemon pepper (lemon pepper)
I could, I could
I could, I could, uh
She said, "Why you got so many tattoos?"
So when your daddy see me, yeah, he know I'm bad news
She said, "Why you always wear them black boots?"
'Cause the blood don't show, hoe
I can not, and I will not ever be stuck
It's just a short amount of time before your somethin' is nothin'
You've gotta do what you can't do, 'fore the puffin'
Gon' have to end the discussion, I hear the police comin'
I could smell them from a block away, aroma like bacon
They'd be jealous of the dirty money people be makin'
So then they point their finger blamin' but the judge is mistaken
Was that money for the taking? 'Cause I witnessed them take it
But you ain't got no damn wallet, just a pocket of dust
And the lawyer they provided you will quickly choke up
And what you gon' do then, spend your life in the pen?
Because the cops are corrupt, are you gon' call up your man?
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
Clouds of that loud, like the weather
Showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepards (Kiki Shepards)
I ain't gon' like you never
I said I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effort (twice the effort)
She can't keep your cool, and you let her (and you let her)
I could keep my cool while I'm eating lemon pepper (lemon pepper)
(Twice the effort)
(Under pressure)
(Twice the effort)
(Under pressure)
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
Clouds of that loud, like the weather
Showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepards (Kiki Shepards)
If I didn't like you then, then I ain't gon' like you never (like you never)
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effort (for sure)
She can not keep your cool, and you let her (and you let her)
I could keep my cool while I'm eating lemon pepper (lemon pepper)
I could
I could, I could
Uh, uh
I could keep my cool under pressure like a fool (like a fool)
Eatin' lemon pepper, with a lepper playin' pool
Damn, my man a Cheetah, no, my man a cougar
I don't put tobacco in my motherf*ckin' hookah
Straight sativa, motherf*ck a Dutch
Motherf*ck a twenty gram doobie with a crutch
When it come to that stuff, I can not get enough
So I'm strictly smokin' wax , 'cause that kush gettin' tax, damn
Catch me smokin' dabs with your dad, why you mad, bitch?
Sad boys, money gain, I need me a sad bitch
My life ain't lavish, I ain't ever had a shit
I'm quick to take that dollar from your wallet if you had it
I be playin' Madden, smokin' weed and rappin'
Ain't no haters 'round him, on my throne laughin'
Lil Peep spazzin', skeetin' on your mattress
Creepin' through the night time, blood on my classics
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
Clouds of that loud, like the weather
Showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepards (Kiki Shepards)
If I didn't like you then, then I ain't gon' like you never (like you never)
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effory
She can't keep your cool, and you let her (and you let her)
I could keep my cool while I'm eating lemon pepper (lemon pepper)
I could, I could
I could, I could, uh
She said, "Why you got so many tattoos?"
So when your daddy see me, yeah, he know I'm bad news
She said, "Why you always wear them black boots?"
'Cause the blood don't show, hoe
I can not, and I will not ever be stuck
It's just a short amount of time before your somethin' is nothin'
You've gotta do what you can't do, 'fore the puffin'
Gon' have to end the discussion, I hear the police comin'
I could smell them from a block away, aroma like bacon
They'd be jealous of the dirty money people be makin'
So then they point their finger blamin' but the judge is mistaken
Was that money for the taking? 'Cause I witnessed them take it
But you ain't got no damn wallet, just a pocket of dust
And the lawyer they provided you will quickly choke up
And what you gon' do then, spend your life in the pen?
Because the cops are corrupt, are you gon' call up your man?
I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
Clouds of that loud, like the weather
Showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepards (Kiki Shepards)
I ain't gon' like you never
I said I could keep my cool under pressure (under pressure)
You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effort (twice the effort)
She can't keep your cool, and you let her (and you let her)
I could keep my cool while I'm eating lemon pepper (lemon pepper)
(Twice the effort)
(Under pressure)
(Twice the effort)
(Under pressure)
Writer: Carlos Robinson, Gustav Elijah Ahr
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
white tee
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true
Now I know it's not you, fifty on my boxers
Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy
I'll make it look easy, believe me, we Gucci (Free Gucci)
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a young bitch (nah, nah)
Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a drunk bitch (yah, yah)
Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh
Standin' in the club like lil mama in my eyesight (yeah my eyesight)
She go home with me tonight, we connect like Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi)
Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist too (yayo)
Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe
Gemstone switchblade and I will pull it out (gemstones)
This club goin' up, baby, will you hold me down? (Will you hold me down?)
Hella ice on my wrists, he thought my wrists sprained
I'm in your driveway, baby, lets skrt away (skr, skr, skr)
I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true
Now I know it's not you, fifty on my boxers
Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy
I'll make it look easy, believe me, we Gucci (Free Gucci)
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a young bitch (nah, nah)
Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a drunk bitch (yeah, yeah)
Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh
Standin' in the club like lil mama in my eyesight
She go home with me tonight, we connect like Wi-Fi
Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist too
Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe
I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true
Now I know it's not you, fifty on my boxers
Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy
I'll make it look easy, believe me, we Gucci (Free Gucci)
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a young bitch (nah, nah)
Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a drunk bitch (yah, yah)
Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh
Standin' in the club like lil mama in my eyesight (yeah my eyesight)
She go home with me tonight, we connect like Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi)
Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist too (yayo)
Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe
Gemstone switchblade and I will pull it out (gemstones)
This club goin' up, baby, will you hold me down? (Will you hold me down?)
Hella ice on my wrists, he thought my wrists sprained
I'm in your driveway, baby, lets skrt away (skr, skr, skr)
I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true
Now I know it's not you, fifty on my boxers
Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy
I'll make it look easy, believe me, we Gucci (Free Gucci)
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a young bitch (nah, nah)
Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch
Young punk bitch, f*ckin' on a drunk bitch (yeah, yeah)
Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh
Standin' in the club like lil mama in my eyesight
She go home with me tonight, we connect like Wi-Fi
Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist too
Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe
Writer: Benjamin Gibbard, Braden Morgan, Gustav Ahr, Jazz Butler, Jimmy Tamborello
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cobain
(feat. Lil Tracy)
[Lil Peep:]
I just fell in love with a bad bitch
Told me that she love me too, baby I'm not havin' it
Sniffin' cocaine cause I didn't have no Actavis
Smokin' propane with my clique and the bad bitches call me Cobain
She can see the pain
Look me in the eyes, girl we are not the same
Bitch I make it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once and I've never been the same
[Lil Tracy:]
Lil tracy, I used to rob, but I shop now
Comin' up, I might get recognized when I walk around
Coolin' with lil peep, lets hit the mall tomorrow
I'mma mix some American Eagle with some Ralph Lauren
I got a bad bitch who is good to me
Baby, I see passion in your eyes when you look at me
I'mma show you off like some Louis V
Coke lines on the mirror, snort a line for me
[Lil Peep:]
I just fell in love with a bad bitch
Told me that she love me too, baby I'm not havin' it
Sniffin' cocaine cause I didn't have no Actavis
Smokin' propane with my clique and the bad bitches call me Cobain
She can see the pain
Look me in the eyes, girl we are not the same
Bitch I make it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once and I've never been the same
[Lil Peep:]
I just fell in love with a bad bitch
Told me that she love me too, baby I'm not havin' it
Sniffin' cocaine cause I didn't have no Actavis
Smokin' propane with my clique and the bad bitches call me Cobain
She can see the pain
Look me in the eyes, girl we are not the same
Bitch I make it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once and I've never been the same
[Lil Tracy:]
Lil tracy, I used to rob, but I shop now
Comin' up, I might get recognized when I walk around
Coolin' with lil peep, lets hit the mall tomorrow
I'mma mix some American Eagle with some Ralph Lauren
I got a bad bitch who is good to me
Baby, I see passion in your eyes when you look at me
I'mma show you off like some Louis V
Coke lines on the mirror, snort a line for me
[Lil Peep:]
I just fell in love with a bad bitch
Told me that she love me too, baby I'm not havin' it
Sniffin' cocaine cause I didn't have no Actavis
Smokin' propane with my clique and the bad bitches call me Cobain
She can see the pain
Look me in the eyes, girl we are not the same
Bitch I make it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once and I've never been the same
Writer: Gustav Elijah Ahr, Jazz Ishmael Butler
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
witchblades
(MoneyPosse)
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, make a ho shake
Black fur, black coat
GothBoiClique in the back, ho
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, 'til my soul take
Black jeans, half black hoes
GothBoiClique in the castle
In high school I was a loner
I was a reject, I was a poser
Multiple personalities, I'm bipolar
I swear, I mean well, I'm still goin' to hell
Witchcraft, love chants
Whisper in my ear, put me in a trance
Cocaine, all night long
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
Witchcraft, love chants
Whisper in my ear, put me in a trance
Cocaine, all night long
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
When I die, bury me without the lights on
Lights off, nightlights
Clothes off, baby, I got good white
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
When I die, bury me without the lights on
Lights off, nightlights
Clothes off, baby, I got good white
Clothes off, baby, I got good white
Tell me a secret and I'll tell one of mines
I just wanna talk, I don't wanna fight
Ask me if I'm alright, do you want me to lie?
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, make a ho shake
Black fur, black coat
GothBoiClique in the back, ho
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, 'til my soul take
Black jeans, half black hoes
GothBoiClique in the castle
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, make a ho shake
Black fur, black coat
GothBoiClique in the back, ho
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, 'til my soul take
Black jeans, half black hoes
GothBoiClique in the castle
In high school I was a loner
I was a reject, I was a poser
Multiple personalities, I'm bipolar
I swear, I mean well, I'm still goin' to hell
Witchcraft, love chants
Whisper in my ear, put me in a trance
Cocaine, all night long
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
Witchcraft, love chants
Whisper in my ear, put me in a trance
Cocaine, all night long
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
When I die, bury me without the lights on
Lights off, nightlights
Clothes off, baby, I got good white
When I die, bury me with all my ice on
When I die, bury me without the lights on
Lights off, nightlights
Clothes off, baby, I got good white
Clothes off, baby, I got good white
Tell me a secret and I'll tell one of mines
I just wanna talk, I don't wanna fight
Ask me if I'm alright, do you want me to lie?
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, make a ho shake
Black fur, black coat
GothBoiClique in the back, ho
Switchblades, cocaine
GothBoiClique, 'til my soul take
Black jeans, half black hoes
GothBoiClique in the castle
Writer: Barry Stock, Brad Walst, Brenden Murray, Cody Littlefield, Gavin Brown, Gustav Ahr, Jazz Butler, Matthew Walst, Neil Sanderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, HYVETOWN MUSIC INC, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, HYVETOWN MUSIC INC, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Walk Away As The Door Slams
Leave me alone
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
I'm all on my own
I'm all on my own
I know you ain't high as this
Putting my mind to shit
Give me some time I be flying bitch
Breaking my bones
You breaking my bones you want me to line my wrist
I ain't gon' do it for you
I'm gon' do it for me cause it help me forget
I ain't go put up no time
If you ain't got time if I ain't gon' bitch
I'm doing my thing
and bitch I can see all the disrespect in front of my face
Step in this bitch let these hoes feel my drip
If you ain't smoking on something imo dip
Leave me alone
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
When you are on your own
Just know that I need you
I wont pick up the phone
Just know that I need you
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
I'm all on my own
I'm all on my own
I know you ain't high as this
Putting my mind to shit
Give me some time I be flying bitch
Breaking my bones
You breaking my bones you want me to line my wrist
I ain't gon' do it for you
I'm gon' do it for me cause it help me forget
I ain't go put up no time
If you ain't got time if I ain't gon' bitch
I'm doing my thing
and bitch I can see all the disrespect in front of my face
Step in this bitch let these hoes feel my drip
If you ain't smoking on something imo dip
Leave me alone
Just leave alone
I'm growing so tired of this
How do you fight the feeling
How do you fight the feeling bitch
She calling my phone
She calling my phone I put it on quiet quick
I ain't never gon' answer it
I ain't never gon' pick up my phone girl
When you are on your own
Just know that I need you
I wont pick up the phone
Just know that I need you
Writer: Cody Littlefield, George Astasio, Gustav Elijah Ahr, Jason Andrew Pebworth, Jazz Ishmael Butler, Jonathan Christopher Shave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Everybody's Everything (stylized as EVERYBODY'S EVERYTHING) is the first compilation album by American rapper Lil Peep. It was released on November 15, 2019, by AUTNMY via Columbia Records, exactly two years after his death. The album was announced on November 1, 2019, which would have been the rapper's 23rd birthday.
The album was released alongside a documentary of the same name. Several pop-up events to take place in November in New York City and Los Angeles were planned. The album was supported by three singles: "Moving On", "Belgium", and "When I Lie". The latter three songs are from his EP, Goth Angel Sinner, which was released on October 31, 2019. They were also re-released with the singles "Keep My Coo", "Ghost Boy", "Live Forever" and "Liar"
Performed By:
Lil PeepThe album was released alongside a documentary of the same name. Several pop-up events to take place in November in New York City and Los Angeles were planned. The album was supported by three singles: "Moving On", "Belgium", and "When I Lie". The latter three songs are from his EP, Goth Angel Sinner, which was released on October 31, 2019. They were also re-released with the singles "Keep My Coo", "Ghost Boy", "Live Forever" and "Liar"
Length: 57:42
Released: November 15th, 2019
Year: 2019