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| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Thursday | |
| I love her, today | |
| Cause it's wednesday, I won't be late | |
| I don't need to know if you're feeling when I'm free | |
| Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday | |
| Sunday but on thursday thursday | |
| Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday | |
| Sunday but on thursday, make sure you are thirsty | |
| Ohhhh on thursday, baby get ready ohhh on thursday | |
| Woaahoooh hold it ohh on thursday, just wait on thursday, | |
| Baby only thursday | |
| Can I try? can I try? | |
| I've been here for too long | |
| Baby don't cry | |
| When are you calling again? | |
| But it's not thursday, baby why you calling? | |
| Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday | |
| Sunday but on thursday thursday | |
| Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday | |
| Sunday but on thursday, make sure you are thirsty | |
| Ohhhh on thursday, baby get ready ohhh on thursday | |
| Woaahoooh hold it ohh on thursday, just wait on thursday, | |
| Baby only thursday | |
| Thursday, thursday, thursday, thursday" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Initiation | |
| Oh yeah | |
| Got you drinking out them white cups so what | |
| All this shit sounds foreign to you, thick smoke, choking | |
| Baby get familiar with the order | |
| Just crack it, then pour it, then sip slow, then tip low | |
| My eyes red but my brim low, got ice so she climb in | |
| Straight to the top, forget why she there in the first place | |
| No more crying, heart rate slow, put that rum down you don't wanna die tonight | |
| I promise, when you're finished we'll head to where I'm living | |
| The party won't finish it's a fucking celebration | |
| For my niggas out tonight, and they high off Shakespeare lines | |
| There's enough to pass around, you ain't gotta wait in line | |
| And the clocks don't work you ain't gotta check the time | |
| And the blinds don't work you ain't gotta check the sign | |
| We be going all night, til light | |
| I got a test for you | |
| You say you want my heart | |
| Well baby you can have it all | |
| There's just something I need from you | |
| Is to meet my boys | |
| You've been going hard baby, now you rolling with some big boys baby | |
| Got a lot you wanna show off baby, close that door before you take your fucking clothes off baby | |
| Don't mind, all my writings on the wall | |
| Thought I'd pass my keep, I'm experienced and all | |
| And all I wanna do is leave cause I've been zoning for a week | |
| And I ain't left this little room, trying to concentrate to breathe | |
| Cause this piff so potent, kill a seratonin | |
| In that two floor loft in the middle we be choking | |
| On that all black buddha, got me gum chewing | |
| Call one of your best friends | |
| Baby if you mixing up | |
| Cup of that XO, baby I been leaning | |
| Back from the come down, girl I been fiending | |
| For another round, don't you blame it on me | |
| When your grinding at them teeth it's fucking hard to sleep | |
| I got a test for you | |
| You say you want my heart | |
| Well baby you can have it all | |
| There's just something I need from you | |
| Is to meet my boys | |
| I got a lot of boys | |
| And we can make you right | |
| And if you get too high | |
| Baby come over here and ride it out, ride it out | |
| Work that back til I turn you out | |
| Roll that weed, blow the fire out | |
| Taste that lean when you kiss my mouth | |
| Get so wet when I eat you out | |
| Girlfriend screaming that I'm creeping out | |
| Been knocked out, I keep em out | |
| Ex-man hollering, keep him out | |
| Not til I go, I could teach you how | |
| Take a puff of this motherfucking weed for now | |
| Take a shot of this cognac, ease you out | |
| Just one night, trying to fucking leave you out | |
| Baby, baby | |
| I got a test for you | |
| You say you want my heart | |
| Well baby you can have it all | |
| There's just something I need from you | |
| Is to meet my boys | |
| I got a lot of boys | |
| And we can make you right | |
| And if you get too high | |
| Baby come over here and ride it out, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah | |
| Baby come over here and ride it out, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah | |
| That north north, that up top, that OVO and that XO, [x8]" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: The Party & The After Party | |
| [The Party] | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I understand, your body wants it | |
| I know your thoughts, oh you bout it bout it | |
| Your a big girl, and it's your world | |
| And I'm a let you do it how you wanna girl | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Ride with it, ride with it, I know you know | |
| I know you wanna oo with it, don't be shy with it, | |
| I'll supply with it, I got you girl, oh I got it girl | |
| With your Louis V. bag, tats on your arms | |
| High heel shoes make you 6 feet tall | |
| Everybody wants you, you can have them all | |
| But I got what you need | |
| Girl I got your bag, I got it all | |
| Hold your drink baby don't you fall | |
| Be there in a minute, baby just 1 call | |
| You don't gotta ask me | |
| Rock, rock | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Girl, | |
| Pick up them shoes I'll race your ass up all them stairs | |
| Just grab a room I swear no one will interfere | |
| Girl bring your friends if you want we can share | |
| Or we can keep it simple baby we can just | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Ride with it, ride with it | |
| I know you know I know you wanna... with it | |
| Don't be shy with it, I'll supply with it | |
| I got you girl, oh I got it girl | |
| With your Louis V. bag, tats on your arms | |
| High heel shoes make you 6 feet tall | |
| Everybody wants you, you can have them all | |
| But I got what you need | |
| Girl I got your bag, I got it all | |
| Hold your drink baby don't you fall | |
| Be there in a minute, baby just 1 call | |
| You don't gotta ask me | |
| Ooohhh | |
| Ride with, ride with it, I know you know I know you Wanna line with it, don't be shy with it, I'll supply with it, | |
| I got u girl, oh I got it girl | |
| Won't u line with us, line with it, I know you know I know you wanna, I got u girl, oh I got you girl ooo [x6] | |
| [The After Party] | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I think I'm fuckin' gone, rollin on this floor | |
| Messin up your carpet I'll get on it after 4 | |
| More, sessions of this tron on your floor | |
| Shouldve fucked you more, but I fuckin hold | |
| Feelin' like a million bucks before | |
| I walked thru this door, but I walked thru your door | |
| Can't believe I made it, but I made it that's 4 sure, 4 sure | |
| Your lovin' I need more I need yours | |
| She ain't lookin for that unconditional | |
| What the fuck these bitches on | |
| They want what I'm sittin on, they don't want my love | |
| They just want my potential | |
| fuck it, I'm sippin on this, baby live it off this | |
| Got me drowning in your love | |
| Got me drowning in the mist | |
| Give me right attention I'll start drowning from my wrists | |
| Baby if you knew, the feeling I would give to you | |
| Oh you, you, oh you, cause I got it girl, oh I got it girl | |
| With you, with you, you, oh you, oh you, oh you | |
| Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl, with you, with you | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I got a brand new girl, call it rudolph | |
| She'll Probably OD, before I show her to mama | |
| All these girls tryna tell me she got no love | |
| But all these girls never ever got her blowjob | |
| Ringtone on silent | |
| And if she stops then I might get violent | |
| No calls would stop it, so, mama please stop callin' | |
| We can play all night, it just takes 1 night | |
| To let me fuckin prove, this feeling I'm a give to you | |
| Oh you, you, oh you, oh I got it girl, yeah I got it girl | |
| With you, with you, you, oh you, oh you, oh you | |
| Oh I got it girl, yeah I got it girl, with you, with you | |
| Ohh, ohh, oh oh oh, oh I got it girl" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Same Old Song | |
| Where were you when I needed you, eight months ago | |
| All your girlfriends talkin' bout me, now you ringin' up my phone | |
| Bet you miss me now baby, bet you kiss me now baby | |
| Especially since you know that this ain't nothin' and I only just begun | |
| You never thought that I would ever go this far | |
| You said potential could never last this long | |
| Well baby I've been alone for almost all my life | |
| What makes you think that you could ever do me right | |
| You're the same old song | |
| You're the same old song | |
| You're the same old song | |
| You're the same old song | |
| The same old song | |
| And now I'm poppin' yea | |
| Ain't nobody showed me how | |
| I made it big poppin' yeah | |
| Tell me how you like me now | |
| I swear I loved you girl | |
| And you probably went and fucked the world | |
| Well you can take another shot everytime you hear me playin' in the club | |
| You never thought that I would ever go this far | |
| (Never thought I'd go this far I made it) | |
| You said potential could never last this long | |
| (You never thought it could last so long) | |
| Well baby I've been alone for almost all my life | |
| (I been alone for most of my life) | |
| What makes that you think you could ever do me right | |
| You're the same old song | |
| You're the same old song | |
| You're the same old song | |
| You're the same old song | |
| The same old song" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Echoes of Silence | |
| Talk to me baby | |
| Tell me what you're feeling | |
| You say you don't need to go | |
| Don't you pretend you didn't know | |
| How all of this would end up | |
| Girl I saw it in your eyes | |
| And baby I can read your mind | |
| And expectations were not in sight | |
| You knew that talking dirty to me on the phone would get me here | |
| Cause we both wanted to do this but I could tell that you were scared | |
| Cause you thought there was more to us but you knew how this would end | |
| It's gonna end how you expected girl you're such a masochist and I ask why | |
| And you reply... I like the thrill | |
| Nothing's gonna make me feel this real | |
| So baby don't go home | |
| I don't wanna spend tonight alone | |
| Baby please | |
| Would you end your night with me | |
| Don't you leave me all behind | |
| Don't you leave my little life | |
| No no no no no" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Till Dawn (Here Comes The Sun) | |
| I tell myself that I'll take you for the last time | |
| I'll be over you eventually | |
| Time after time, you seem to push me off | |
| I understand what we have become | |
| You wash your neck when you leave, now I know your routine | |
| I was in love with your mystery | |
| Now I just take what I can get from you | |
| I'm not embarrassed to be what you want me to be | |
| Cause unlike you I got nothing to hide | |
| I don't pretend to have any shame | |
| I got a box we could put all your lies in | |
| Until the end of days | |
| You know that I will be a call away | |
| The call you make when you're all alone | |
| And I know that I will always be the one | |
| You repent when you are done | |
| Well here comes the sun | |
| And you're in my arms | |
| And my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance | |
| That you'll stay through the night | |
| You just wanna fill the void now | |
| I can tell that you've been yelling at him all night long | |
| And I can hear it in your voice now | |
| He got you smoking extra packs a day | |
| Don't you worry 'bout me talking | |
| I know why you've been coming | |
| I'll be quiet, this ain't nothing to me | |
| Just wrap your legs around my waist | |
| I won't stop until you ask me | |
| Don't you worry 'bout us messing up my sheets | |
| Cause unlike you I got nothing to hide | |
| I don't pretend to have any shame | |
| I got a box we could put all your lies in | |
| Until the end of days | |
| You know that I will be a call away | |
| The call you make when you're all alone | |
| And I know that I will always be the one | |
| You repent when you are done | |
| Well here comes the sun | |
| And you're in my arms | |
| And my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance | |
| That you'll stay through the night | |
| Well here comes the sun | |
| And you're in my arms | |
| And my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance | |
| That you'll stay through the night | |
| You're gonna hate him | |
| Then you'll want me | |
| Then you'll miss him | |
| Then you'll hate me | |
| Girl, I know you so well | |
| (Girl, I know you so well) | |
| Girl, I know your routine | |
| (Yes I know your routine) | |
| You're gonna hate him | |
| Then you'll want me | |
| Then you'll miss him | |
| Then you'll hate me | |
| Girl, I know you so well | |
| (Girl, I know you so well) | |
| Girl, I know your routine | |
| Well here comes the sun | |
| And you're in my arms | |
| And my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance | |
| That you'll stay through the night | |
| Well here comes the sun | |
| And you're in my arms | |
| And my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance | |
| That you'll stay through the night" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: What You Need | |
| I just wanna take you there | |
| He don't gotta know it | |
| Does he touch you there like this | |
| Lemme taste the friction from your lips | |
| And I'm a love you girl | |
| The way you need | |
| Ain't no one will stop us | |
| Ain't no one will stop us | |
| And I'm a give you girl what you fiend | |
| I'm the drug in your veins | |
| Just fight thru the pain | |
| He's what you want | |
| He's what you want | |
| He's what you want | |
| He's what you want | |
| I'm what you need | |
| What you need | |
| What you need | |
| He's what you want | |
| He's what you want | |
| He's what you want | |
| He's what you want | |
| I'm what you need | |
| What you need | |
| What you need | |
| I've got everything you want with me | |
| I'll do everything he does times three | |
| And he don't gotta kno | |
| I got you on the floor | |
| Doing things you've neva thought you'd do | |
| Baby leave the high heel shoes | |
| Cause I love it when you break it down on me | |
| Lookin up at you | |
| And I don't give a damn shorty | |
| Watch me knock your boots off | |
| And I'm a love you girl the way you need | |
| Ain't no one will stop us | |
| Ain't no one will stop us" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Life Of The Party | |
| Welcome to the other side | |
| You're lost | |
| Baby circumcize your mind | |
| You've been really good | |
| You've been really good | |
| You've been really gone ever since I put you on | |
| She got money for blow | |
| Just look at that nose | |
| Prescription ain't it | |
| You can mix it with the uh | |
| And if you wanna do it, baby | |
| I'll inhale with you | |
| I'm on cloud 9 | |
| Baby you're my heart | |
| You can follow me | |
| You can follow me if you want | |
| Go downtown with the drugs in your body | |
| Take that step you're the life of the party | |
| Know that step you're the life of the party | |
| I got 2 little ladies | |
| I got 1 little room | |
| There's a room full of niggas | |
| Baby what you wanna do? | |
| The way you move got me feeling so uhh | |
| I been thinking about it baby | |
| I been thinking about it lately | |
| I'm so far gone and you are too | |
| Show me how you go downtown | |
| With the drugs in your body | |
| Take that step, you're the life of the party | |
| Know that step, you're the life of the party | |
| I love how you touch | |
| How you feel | |
| How you breath | |
| Baby how you do it so good | |
| How you twist with your hips got the room so slow baby | |
| Girl please don't go | |
| You're gonna please my boys | |
| You been thinking about it baby | |
| Yea you're a star | |
| Oh you love? | |
| Girl you love my time | |
| Girl, there's 1 2 3 | |
| Go downtown with the drugs in your body | |
| Take that step you're the life of the party | |
| Know that step you're the life of the party" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Twenty Eight | |
| This house is not a home to you | |
| But you decide to go ahead and lay down, lay down | |
| There are no words to describe the depth of your indifference | |
| 'Cause I see you're here to stay | |
| Should have known to pick my fate | |
| Ooh | |
| I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong | |
| (To let you in my) | |
| To let you in my home | |
| (You know where I sleep) | |
| Now you know where I sleep | |
| (Never felt so damn weak) | |
| Ohhh Ohhh | |
| Hey there lonely girl | |
| Did you have to tell your friends | |
| About the way I got you screaming my name | |
| Did you have to tell the world, ooh | |
| Now your girls all wanna fuck | |
| Girl you could've been the one | |
| Gotta change my number twice a month | |
| When you could have simply kept it on the down low | |
| I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong | |
| (To let you in my) | |
| To let you in my home | |
| (You know where I sleep) | |
| Now you know where I sleep | |
| (Never felt so damn weak) | |
| Ohhh Ohhh | |
| Baby if I knew you'd be living in my sheets | |
| I wouldn't have shown you any love | |
| I would have left you in the club | |
| You say you don't belong | |
| You keep saying there's no one | |
| And there's nowhere to go, ooh | |
| But who keeps calling on your phone? | |
| I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong | |
| I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong | |
| (To let you in my) | |
| To let you in my home | |
| (You know where I sleep) | |
| Now you know where I sleep | |
| (Never felt so damn weak) | |
| Ohhh Ohhh | |
| (Oh baby) | |
| Oohh | |
| I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong | |
| (To let you in my) | |
| To let you in my home | |
| (You know where I sleep) | |
| Now you know where I sleep | |
| (Never felt so damn weak) | |
| Ohh Ohh | |
| (Baby) | |
| Oooh Ooh, yeah" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Outside | |
| I let you show me his moves | |
| Let you do what he taught you | |
| Let you reminisce how you used, to do | |
| Girl I'm open to anything that would get you into that zone | |
| Baby I can stay up all night | |
| And understand that we're all alone | |
| So you can slowly take off you're clothes | |
| Baby you know what's in store | |
| Baby I can stay up all night | |
| I've been goin' hard since last night | |
| And I'm a go harder tonight | |
| Wish you can see you through my eyes | |
| Ooh I'm tellin' you this ain't the same | |
| And I know he's still in your brain | |
| I'm 'bout to burn that shit into flames | |
| Once I'm in you | |
| Baby | |
| Forget what you know | |
| Make yourself at home | |
| 'Cause baby when I'm finished with ya you won't wanna go | |
| Outside | |
| And I'm a work you like a pro, baby | |
| Why you gon' take it like one | |
| Yeah you gon' take it like one | |
| And I'm a give it like ya asked for it | |
| Why, cause you been talkin' 'bout it | |
| Know you been talkin' 'bout it | |
| Ooh baby when I'm done with you | |
| You ain't sayin nothin' | |
| Yeah you ain't sayin nothin' | |
| Ooh baby when I'm done with you | |
| You ain't sayin nothin' | |
| Yeah you ain't sayin nothin' | |
| You gon' make me show off | |
| All the pain that you feel you can tell that we ain't makin no love | |
| But I'll pretend | |
| Oh girl, I'll pretend | |
| If you pretend then girl I'll pretend | |
| Let's make it seem like we're all we need in the end | |
| Forget what you know | |
| Make yourself at home | |
| 'Cause baby when I'm finished with ya you won't wanna go | |
| Outside" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Loft Music | |
| Oh, oh-ooh | |
| Oh (Woah), oh (Woah) | |
| Oh, oh | |
| They say my brain meltin' | |
| And the only thing I'll tell 'em is | |
| I'm livin' for the present and the future don't exist | |
| So, baby, take your clothes off, a chance like this | |
| You may never get to show off, show off | |
| Show off what you talking about | |
| Unless you like to tease, baby | |
| When in reality you don't know how to please, baby | |
| Blue-ball queen, take your fuckin' seat, baby | |
| Ride it out, now I know you wanna scream, baby | |
| Better than your next man | |
| And if he swingin' I get dumber than the next man | |
| 'Cause I don't play | |
| Unless it's keys, then I play all day (All day) | |
| You like them keys? We gon' play all day (All day) | |
| Wet dream fry your brain all day, all day | |
| I think you lost your morals, girl (What?) | |
| But it's okay 'cause you don't need 'em where we're goin' | |
| In that two-floor loft in the middle of the city | |
| After rollin' through the city with me | |
| I promise you gon' see | |
| That I'm only fuckin' 20, girl | |
| Amnesia, put your mind in a dream world | |
| What you doin' in the bathroom? (Woah) | |
| I hear noises in the bathroom (Woah) | |
| Baby, it's okay | |
| We can do it in the living room | |
| Twisting turns in 'em, the only girls that we fuck with | |
| Seem to have 20 different pills in 'em | |
| They tell us that they love us | |
| Even though they want a next man | |
| And the next man's bitch want the third man | |
| Eddie Murphy shit, yeah, we trade places | |
| Rehearse lines to them and then we fuck faces | |
| Yeah, we know just how to get a buzz | |
| Mix it with the hash, come fuck with us | |
| I'm raw, mothafucka, I'm raw | |
| My love so lost, and my niggas, man | |
| These bitches can't touch what we got if they wanted | |
| I'll plug any nigga that'll step | |
| Man, I got 'em, yeah, I got 'em | |
| 'Til the ending of our credits | |
| Life's such a movie, filmed independent, us against the city | |
| Please don't get offended when we don't answer your calls | |
| And if you got a problem, come and find us, we can talk about it | |
| What's good, young ho? You about it? | |
| Got a loft right now, you excited? | |
| You excited | |
| Ooh, ooh | |
| Ah, ah | |
| Ooh-ah | |
| What you thinkin' about? | |
| What you thinkin' about? | |
| Yeah | |
| What you thinkin' about? | |
| Ooh, what you thinkin' about?" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Gone | |
| I got you | |
| I got a hold of you | |
| Said you want to see | |
| How we roll | |
| Well take a seat (take a seat) | |
| And we'll just | |
| Drink it, drop it, drink it spill it | |
| Baby, touch your body, body | |
| You gotta, taste it, feel it, rub it on me baby | |
| Don't you worry, you gotta keep up | |
| Cause I been gone, I been gone, I been gone, I been gone | |
| Girl | |
| Why don't you fuck what you heard, baby? | |
| You can see for yourself, lady | |
| Girl, I lit you something | |
| Something something, for you | |
| You would love to pass around | |
| Yeah, yeah, yea yea yea yea | |
| Oh well just- Drink it, drop it, drink it spill it | |
| Baby, touch your body, body | |
| Gotta taste it, feel it, rub it on me baby | |
| Don't you worry, don't you worry, you gotta keep up | |
| Cause I'm gone | |
| I've been gone, I've been gone, I've been gone | |
| I've been gone, I've been gone | |
| I've been gone, I've been gone, I've been gone | |
| I hope I make it home | |
| You'll be thinking of it | |
| I got the whole city on my side, tonight, tonight | |
| Watch us rock it out | |
| Watch us leave it girl | |
| After the show is done | |
| You can take take me to yours | |
| But my? | |
| I love the way you taste | |
| Drink it till I'm horny baby | |
| fuck me while I'm faded | |
| Feel that through my? | |
| Babygirl I gotcha | |
| I'm only 21 so I do it when I wanna | |
| Go from the codeine, 'methazine, weed | |
| Got me feelin kinda weak | |
| And it's kinda hard to breathe | |
| But you're turning 23, so I'll fuck you if you need | |
| In your birthday suit | |
| I'm a give you what you fiend | |
| But I ain't taking off my black boots | |
| I'm fallin | |
| Cause I'm known from the next town | |
| I'm sorry | |
| You won't know that I can't feel it | |
| I get with the fuckin loose girls | |
| By the way I fuckin did it | |
| And you won't ever fuckin know | |
| Cause I won't ever fuckin show it | |
| Except when I be wheezy from that other cup of potion | |
| Dirty spiked toastin | |
| Fast live fuck slow | |
| Low life for life | |
| Let the mix flow | |
| Let the night flow | |
| I'm so gone | |
| Let these? flow | |
| I'm so gone | |
| Let these meds flow | |
| I'm so gone | |
| I'm so gone | |
| Woah, woah, oh | |
| Said I'm gone gone gone | |
| Woah oh | |
| I'm so gone | |
| Gone" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls | |
| Been on another level | |
| No more pain | |
| Look into my eyes | |
| You can't recognize my face | |
| You're up and now | |
| You can stay | |
| You can stay | |
| But you belong to me | |
| You belong to me | |
| If it hurts to breathe | |
| Open the window | |
| Hold my mind | |
| What's the read | |
| What you came for? | |
| This is a happy house | |
| We're happy here | |
| In a happy house | |
| Oh this is fun | |
| These are angel eyes | |
| Nights ends so much quicker than the days did | |
| Same pose, are you ready for your day shift | |
| This place will burn you up | |
| But baby it's okay and my niggas don't start | |
| And they working on the tramp | |
| So get on me if you want | |
| So don't pin it on me | |
| I didn't call your home | |
| So don't blame it on me girl | |
| Cause you wanted to have fun | |
| If it hurts to breathe | |
| Open the window | |
| Hold my mind | |
| What's the read | |
| What you came for? | |
| This is a happy house | |
| We're happy here | |
| In a happy house | |
| Oh this is fun | |
| Fun for me" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Rolling Stone | |
| Now your thinkin' bout it | |
| Girl your thinkin' bout it | |
| What we got here | |
| How we fuckin' got here | |
| They recognize | |
| They just recognize | |
| I'm in a life without a home so this recognitions not enough | |
| I don't care about nobody else | |
| Cause I've been on these streets way too long | |
| Baby I've been on this too long | |
| It's getting faded too long | |
| Got me on this rolling stone | |
| So I take another hit | |
| Kill another serotonin | |
| With a hand full of beans | |
| And a chest full of weed | |
| Got me singing bout a bitch | |
| While I'm blowing out my steam | |
| Yea I know I got my issues | |
| Why you think I fuckin' flow? | |
| And I'm a keep on smoking 'til I can't hit another note | |
| Oooo, but until then | |
| I got you, ooooo | |
| Baby I got you, ooooo | |
| Until your used to my face | |
| And my mystery fades | |
| I got you | |
| So baby love me | |
| Before they all love me | |
| Until you won't love me | |
| Because they all left me | |
| I'll be different | |
| I think I'll be different | |
| I hope I'm not different | |
| And I hope you'll still listen | |
| But until then | |
| Baby I got you | |
| I got you | |
| Girl I still got you | |
| I got you" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: XO / The Host | |
| Shots of the Henny | |
| Bottles of Patron | |
| Blunts to your face | |
| You don't wanna sing no more | |
| Lost your C notes | |
| Cabbed all day | |
| Took the bus back home | |
| Evictions on your door | |
| Blame it on the weed | |
| Blame it on the booze | |
| Blame it on the night lights | |
| Lights passin' you | |
| Yeah | |
| Just don't blame it on me | |
| Cus' you wanna come and party | |
| With a nigga like me | |
| Cus' I get it | |
| Your built like a Goddess | |
| And it seems like you been stressin' | |
| Specially when ya nose red | |
| From the case special diet coke | |
| You need more bread | |
| âNow you got no rent | |
| You blow that money money | |
| You try to window shop | |
| You blow another hundred | |
| Shes fuckin' gone till the day | |
| Have some nights down town | |
| And ya' daddy don't know you're out | |
| If they don't let you in | |
| You know where to find me | |
| Cus if you wanna go again | |
| You can always call me | |
| Cus all we ever do is love | |
| Open up ya' mind you can find the love | |
| Girl you ain't alone | |
| We all been in the love | |
| Baby just be honest | |
| XO Ohhhh | |
| Don't you forget | |
| XO | |
| Don't you worry bout' a thing | |
| XO | |
| We'll be everything you need | |
| Just believe | |
| XO | |
| Yeaaa | |
| XO | |
| And Woooaaahhh | |
| I love it when your eyes are red | |
| Ahhh Yeaa | |
| Are you on my cloud yet? | |
| Cus' I got a brand new cam | |
| Can we read your feed | |
| Can we POV | |
| Ohhhh Ohh | |
| I wanna catch you at your best | |
| Ohhhh | |
| When your hairs a mess | |
| You look so depressed | |
| And your filled with regret | |
| And you feel like you wanna go home | |
| Ohhhh | |
| Cus these nights pass | |
| So much quicker then the days did | |
| Same clothes you ain't ready for ya' day shift | |
| But your up you need money for ya' face lift | |
| Lust over love | |
| Is ya' mindset | |
| Waken up with most of ya' side wet | |
| Another roomy hear ya mom cryin' | |
| Cus' she found ya bag stuffed in the laundry | |
| And the Bacardi from the last party | |
| If they don't let you in | |
| You know where to find me | |
| And if you wanna go again | |
| You can always call me | |
| Cus all we ever do is love | |
| Open up ya' mind you can find the love | |
| Girl you ain't alone | |
| We all been in the love | |
| Baby just be honest | |
| XO Ohhhh | |
| Don't you forget | |
| XO | |
| Don't you worry bout' a thing | |
| XO | |
| We'll be everything you need | |
| Just believe | |
| XO | |
| Yeaaa | |
| XO | |
| Woooaaahhh | |
| I need, I need something from you | |
| Oh, there's so much love to pass around | |
| There's too much love | |
| Girl, the night's almost done | |
| And who you came with is already gone | |
| You said you want me | |
| But I remember who you are | |
| Girl, it wasn't long ago | |
| Didn't think I'd go this far | |
| I got a test for you | |
| You said you want my heart | |
| Well, baby you can have it all | |
| There's just something that I | |
| Need for you is to meet my boys | |
| I got a lot of boys | |
| And we can make you right | |
| And if you get too high | |
| Baby, come over here and ride it out | |
| Oh, oh, ooh yeah | |
| Ride it out | |
| Oh, oh, whoa yeah | |
| Ride it out | |
| Ride it out | |
| Just ride it" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: The Zone | |
| Why you rushing me baby | |
| It's only us | |
| I don't wanna die tonight baby | |
| So let me sip this slow | |
| I'll give you what you called for | |
| Just let me get me in my zone | |
| I'll be making love to her through you | |
| So let me keep my eyes closed | |
| And I won't see a damn thing | |
| I can't feel a damn thing | |
| But if I touch you right | |
| I won't see a damn thing | |
| I can't feel a damn thing | |
| But I'm a touch you right | |
| I'm a touch you right, ooh yeah (let me set this slow) | |
| I'm a touch you right (let me get inside my zone) | |
| I'm a touch you right (just let me) | |
| And I believe until I fall, ooh yeah | |
| And I don't give a damn | |
| I felt the girl before | |
| I left it over her, baby | |
| I didn't need no-one | |
| But I'm here tonight baby | |
| I've been alone for too long | |
| Ohh, oh yeah | |
| So, won't say a damn thing | |
| I can't feel a damn thing | |
| But I'm a touch you right | |
| I can't see a damn thing | |
| I can't feel a damn thing | |
| But I'm a touch you right | |
| I'm a touch you right, ooh yeah (let me set this slow) | |
| I'm a touch you right (let me get inside my zone) | |
| I'm a touch you right (just let me)" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Wicked Games | |
| I left my girl back home | |
| I don't love her no more | |
| And she'll never fucking know that | |
| These fucking eyes that I'm staring at | |
| Let me see that ass | |
| Look at all this cash | |
| And I emptied out my cards to her | |
| Now I'm fucking leaning on that | |
| Bring your love baby I could bring my shame | |
| Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain | |
| I got my heart right here | |
| I got my scars right here | |
| Bring the cups baby I could bring the drank | |
| Bring your body baby I could bring you fame | |
| And that's my motherfucking words too | |
| Just let me motherfucking love you | |
| Listen ma I'll give you all I got | |
| Get me off of this | |
| I need confidence in myself | |
| Listen ma I'll give you all of me | |
| Give me all of it | |
| I need all of it to myself | |
| So tell me you love me | |
| Only for tonight | |
| Only for one night | |
| Even though you don't love me | |
| Just tell me you love me | |
| I'll give you what I need | |
| I'll give you all of me | |
| Even though you don't love me | |
| Let me see you dance | |
| I love to watch you dance | |
| Take you down another level | |
| And get you dancing with the devil | |
| Take a shot of this | |
| But I'm warning you | |
| I'm on that shit that you can't smell baby | |
| So put down your perfume | |
| Bring your love baby I could bring my shame | |
| Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain | |
| I got my heart right here | |
| I got my scars right here | |
| Bring the cups baby I could bring the drank | |
| Bring your body baby I could bring you fame | |
| And that's my motherfucking word too | |
| So let me motherfucking love you | |
| Listen ma I'll give you all I got | |
| Get me off of this | |
| I need confidence in myself | |
| Listen ma I'll give you all of me | |
| Give me all of it | |
| I need all of it to myself | |
| So tell me you love me | |
| Only for tonight | |
| Only for one night | |
| Even though you don't love me | |
| Just tell me you love me | |
| I'll give you what I need | |
| I'll give you all of me | |
| Even though you don't love me" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: The Birds Part 2 | |
| Woah ooh oh, With a nigga like me, | |
| Woah, ooh oh, With a nigga like me | |
| She said please, | |
| Mercy me, Mercy me. | |
| Let me fall out of love, | |
| Before you fuck her, Before you fuck her. | |
| She begged me, | |
| She gave me all her pills. | |
| Now my back hurts, | |
| Ooh she lost, control | |
| Now she beg, | |
| She on the floor, She on the floor. | |
| Baby got her pleading, | |
| She on the floor, She on the floor. | |
| She said it won't be long, Before she falls out of love, | |
| It won't be long, Before she falls out of love | |
| Sandpaper kisses, Papercut bliss | |
| Don't know what this is, but it all leads to this: | |
| You're gonna leave (If she only knew) Her | |
| You have deceived Her | |
| Well I'm just a bird | |
| Just a bird | |
| I tried to kiss you, | |
| But you never let me miss you, | |
| But you never let me miss you. | |
| I thought I told you, | |
| I'm not him, I'm not him. | |
| Look at what you did, | |
| Nobody forced your hand. | |
| Don't you fall for a nigga like me, | |
| I begged, I beg | |
| Now you're pleading, | |
| She on the floor, She on the floor, | |
| Now you're pleading, | |
| She on the floor, She on the floor, | |
| She said it won't be long, Before she falls out of love, | |
| It won't be long, Before she falls out of love | |
| Sandpaper kisses, Papercut bliss | |
| Don't know what this is, but it all leads to this: | |
| You're gonna leave (If she let me) Her | |
| You have deceived Her | |
| Well I'm just a bird | |
| Just a girl (Just a bird) | |
| Just a girl (Just a bird) | |
| Just a girl (Just a bird) | |
| Just a girl (Just a bird) | |
| Just a girl (Just a bird)" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: The Knowing | |
| I know what you did | |
| I know | |
| So I'm a let you taste her | |
| I ain't washing my sins | |
| I ain't washing my sins | |
| Now we're lying about the nights | |
| Hiding it all behind the smiles | |
| Take a look at what you did | |
| You probably thought that break my heart | |
| You probably thought that you make me cry | |
| But baby it's okay | |
| I swear it's okay | |
| 'Cause I know everything | |
| I know everything | |
| I know everything | |
| I know everything | |
| Now these tongues don't twist like they did before | |
| It's hard to keep me up | |
| And you are dry | |
| But baby it don't hurt | |
| Oh, like you thought it would | |
| The more of you the merrier | |
| Now we're lying about the nights | |
| Hiding it all behind the smiles | |
| Take a look at what you did | |
| You probably thought that break my heart | |
| You probably thought that you make me cry | |
| But baby it's okay | |
| I swear it's okay | |
| 'Cause I know everything | |
| I know everything | |
| I know everything | |
| I know everything" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: The Fall | |
| You picked my voice to dance to | |
| You say my money no good in here | |
| Even though I didn't ask you | |
| And it's the most you've worked | |
| Even though I probably don't deserve this girl | |
| But you been dreaming for this moment so you have to | |
| Baby, it's OK | |
| I got show money baby | |
| I wanna show you how I blow money baby | |
| I wanna show you how I throw money baby | |
| I'm a kid, so it's hard for me to hold money, baby | |
| Cause I'm a star, don't get it twisted | |
| Got some choppers on the car | |
| What kind of caps I got the finest of them all | |
| Somebody pop em before we pop em all before we pop em all | |
| Saying this ain't nothing, but it's all I need | |
| And the peak ain't reached but the peek is all I feel | |
| And it feels so good | |
| It feels so good | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I've felt the ground before | |
| I've felt the ground before | |
| I've felt the ground before | |
| I've felt the ground before | |
| Mama I understand why you're mad | |
| And it hurts to accept what I am | |
| And how I live | |
| And what I do | |
| But I've been good since Thursday | |
| Yes I've been good since Thursday | |
| So you can watch my love vanish | |
| Where it goin? No telling | |
| But to make room, I'll vanish | |
| Call a friend for my friend | |
| And her friend's name's Lexis | |
| I let my nigga's test it | |
| I'm always worth a cent | |
| Best believe I'm already spent | |
| My girl full of PC | |
| My cup full of Texas | |
| Flowing on that OVO jet, yeah I said it | |
| I'm born to be reckless | |
| I'm forced to make records | |
| So you ain't gotta ask ""who's next? "" | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I ain't scared of the fall | |
| I've felt the ground before | |
| I've felt the ground before | |
| I've felt the ground before | |
| I've felt the ground before" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Lonely Star | |
| It seems like that over there are your best friends | |
| Cause everything you do leads to bad | |
| You think I could be your bestfriend | |
| Baby I could fuck you right | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have the cars | |
| The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house | |
| Baby you could be a star, oh yeah | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have the cars | |
| The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house | |
| Baby you could be a star, oh yeah | |
| Baby all these things are your best friends | |
| And nothings ever ever your fault | |
| Nothings your fault baby, no | |
| Baby you don't need your best friends | |
| Cause I got everything you want | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have the cars | |
| The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house | |
| Baby you could be a star, oh yeah | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have it all | |
| Baby you can have the cars | |
| The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house | |
| Baby you could be a star, oh yeah | |
| If, all I could say is if | |
| Come to me, you won't regret attacking on my skin | |
| Let the wrong doing come to me | |
| One day I'm hoping that you, will remember me | |
| And fuck them small things | |
| My body is yours | |
| Give them any other day but thursday | |
| You belong to me | |
| Every thursday | |
| I wait for you | |
| I'll be beautiful for you | |
| Every thursday | |
| I exist | |
| Only on thursday | |
| Not on monday, tuesday, wendesday, friday, saturday, sunday | |
| But on thursday | |
| Not on monday, tuesday, wendesday, friday, saturday, sunday | |
| But on thursday | |
| I love the cars" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Heaven Or Las Vegas | |
| I'm paying for all my father's sins | |
| So I will thank him for you | |
| I'm a thank him for you | |
| My serotonin's got a while to go | |
| Girl, it's gone cause of you | |
| It's been gone cause of you | |
| They say, they want heaven | |
| They say, they want God | |
| I say, I got heaven | |
| Well I say, I am God | |
| I never prayed a moment in my life | |
| Girl I'm rewarded with you | |
| I've been rewarded with you | |
| So baby let me kiss your inner thigh | |
| Let me kiss it for you | |
| I can kiss it for you | |
| They say, they want heaven | |
| They say, they want God | |
| I say, I have heaven | |
| I say, I am God" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Coming Down | |
| Oh ohh | |
| Oh ohh | |
| Oh ohh | |
| Oh ohh | |
| I got something to tell you but don't know how I'm a say it, | |
| I guess that I could only say one thing, | |
| Girl I been bad again, girl I been bad again, | |
| Cause with this money comes problems | |
| And with these problems comes solutions, | |
| And I use em' | |
| When I'm faded I forget... | |
| Forget what you mean to me, | |
| Hope you know what you mean to me, | |
| Pick up your phone, | |
| The party's finished and I want you to know, | |
| I'm all alone, I'm feelin' everythin before I got up | |
| I always want you when I'm coming down [x8] | |
| Poppin again, I tried to quit again, | |
| I'm always tight with something I begin | |
| That's why my niggas got me to the end, | |
| Supply what I take, I take what I spend baby, | |
| I reply to nobody but me. | |
| And you, and me, | |
| But you especially, | |
| Pick up your phone, | |
| The party's finished and I want you to know, | |
| I'm all alone, I'm feeling everythin' before I got out | |
| I always want you and I'm coming down | |
| I always want you and I'm coming down | |
| I always want you and I'm coming down | |
| I always want you and I'm coming down | |
| Pick up your phone, | |
| I'm all alone | |
| I always want you and I'm coming down | |
| I always want you and I'm coming down | |
| I always want you and I'm coming down" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: High For This | |
| You don't know what's in store | |
| But you know what you're here for | |
| Close your eyes, lay yourself beside me (Ooh) | |
| Hold tight for this ride | |
| We don't need no protection | |
| Come alone, we don't need attention | |
| Open your hand, take a glass | |
| Don't be scared, I'm right here | |
| Even though, you don't roll | |
| Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this | |
| Take it off, you want it off | |
| 'Cause I know what you're feeling | |
| It's okay, girl, I feel it too | |
| Let it be, baby breathe | |
| I swear I'm right here | |
| We'll be good, I promise, we'll be so good, yeah | |
| Open your hand, take a glass | |
| Don't be scared, I'm right here | |
| Even though, you don't roll | |
| Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa | |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa | |
| You wanna be high for this | |
| For this | |
| You wanna be high for this | |
| Ooh, whoa | |
| You wanna be high for this, yeah | |
| You wanna be high for this" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Valerie | |
| There comes a time in a man's life | |
| When he must take responsibility | |
| For the choices he has made | |
| There are certain things that he must do | |
| Things that he must say | |
| Like ""I love you"" | |
| And ""I need you"" | |
| ""I only want you"" | |
| And nobody's going to know | |
| If it's true (ooh) | |
| I never thought I'd feel this kind of hesitation (tonight) | |
| My hand on another girl (ooh) | |
| I wish I didn't have to lie | |
| I wish I could let you know | |
| Cause I love you | |
| And I need you | |
| I only want you | |
| And nobody's going to know if it's true | |
| Valerie | |
| I know you can see through me | |
| (I know you can see through my lies, oh oh) | |
| Valerie (oh Valerie) | |
| You just choose to never know | |
| (No you just don't know, what I do, what I do) | |
| Valerie (Valerie) | |
| Why pretend to trust in me? | |
| (I don't know why you try to trust in me baby, but I think I might know) | |
| Valerie | |
| You'd rather this than be alone | |
| (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) | |
| Cause I love you | |
| And I need you | |
| I only want you (oh) | |
| And nobody's going to know if it's true | |
| Cause I love you (ooh) | |
| And I need you (yea) | |
| I only want you (ooh) | |
| And nobody's going to know if it's true | |
| And I love you (cause I love you baby) | |
| And I need you (and I need you) | |
| I only want you | |
| And nobody gonna know (ooh)" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: D.D. | |
| You'll never make me stay | |
| So take your weight off of me | |
| I know your every move | |
| So won't you please let me be | |
| I've been here times before | |
| But I was to blind to see | |
| That you seduce every man | |
| This time you won't seduce me | |
| She's saying that's ok | |
| Hey baby do what you please | |
| I have the stuff the you want | |
| I am the thing that you need | |
| She looked me deep in the eyes | |
| She's touchin' me so to start | |
| She says there's no turnin' back | |
| She trapped me in her heart | |
| Dirty Diana, No | |
| Dirty Diana, No | |
| Dirty Diana, No | |
| Dirty Diana | |
| Let Me Be! | |
| Oh No.... | |
| Oh No.... | |
| Oh No.... | |
| She likes the boys in the band | |
| She knows when they come to town | |
| Every musician's fan after the curtains comes down | |
| She waits at backstage doors | |
| For those who have prestige | |
| Who promise fortune and fame | |
| A life that's so carefree | |
| She's says that's ok | |
| Hey baby do what you want | |
| I'll be your night lovin' thing | |
| I'll be the freak you can taunt | |
| And I don't care what you say | |
| I want to go too far | |
| I'll be your everything | |
| If you make me a star | |
| Dirty Diana, oh | |
| Dirty Diana, no | |
| Dirty Diana, ooh | |
| Dirty Diana | |
| Dirty Diana | |
| Dirty Diana, nooo | |
| Dirty Diana, nah | |
| Dirty Diana, no no | |
| Dirty Diana | |
| Let me be... | |
| She said I have to go home | |
| Cause I'm real tired you see | |
| But I hate sleepin' alone | |
| Why don't you come with me | |
| I said my baby's at home | |
| She's probably worried tonight | |
| I didn't call on the phone to | |
| Say that I'm alright | |
| Diana walked up to me | |
| She said I'm all yours tonight | |
| At that I ran to the phone | |
| Sayin' baby I'm alright | |
| I said unlock the door | |
| Because I forgot the key | |
| She said he's not coming back | |
| Because he's slepping with me | |
| Dirty Diana, oh | |
| Dirty Diana, oh | |
| Dirty Diana, oh | |
| Dirty Diana, no" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: The Birds Part 1 | |
| Hope you see | |
| It won't mean a thing to me | |
| I've been doing this too long | |
| Baby girl, I've felt it all | |
| So watch out | |
| If you try to play your luck | |
| Ain't nobody gonna care enough | |
| To catch you fall | |
| So don't you fall in love | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me | |
| Nobody needs to fall in love | |
| I swear I'm just a bird | |
| Girl, I'm just another bird | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me | |
| Like Me | |
| You tried | |
| You tried to warn me | |
| But baby, I'm warning you | |
| Girl, I'll show you | |
| This is no game | |
| You'll be falling to the point of no return | |
| No return | |
| So don't you fall in love | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me | |
| Nobody needs to fall in love | |
| I swear I'm just a bird | |
| Girl, I'm just another bird | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me | |
| Like Me | |
| I know you're rolling hard with it, don't lie | |
| I know it's got a hold of you | |
| I know you're rolling with it | |
| Baby don't you lie | |
| I know you're rolling hard with it, don't lie | |
| I know it's got a hold of you | |
| I know you're rolling with it | |
| Baby don't you lie | |
| So don't you fall in love | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me | |
| Like me | |
| Cause girl I'm just a bird | |
| I'm just another bird | |
| Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me | |
| Like me" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Montreal | |
| Laisse tomber les filles | |
| Laisse tomber les filles | |
| Un jour c'est toi qu'on laissera | |
| Laisse tomber les filles | |
| Laisse tomber les filles | |
| Un jour c'est toi qu'on laissera | |
| Oui j'ai pleuré mais ce jour là | |
| Non, je ne pleurerai pas | |
| Non, je ne pleurerai pas | |
| Oui j'ai pleuré mais ce jour là | |
| Je ne pleurerai pas | |
| Je ne pleurerai pas | |
| I guess you had no idea that you could have persuaded me | |
| Girl you could have had me doing anything you pleased | |
| Know you should have took your time and thought of what to say to me | |
| Cus I'm not as hard as I make it seem to be | |
| And it could have went so many ways, so many ways it can go | |
| Cus ain't nobody feels the way that I feel when I'm alone | |
| So if I said that I won't call then that could come natural to me | |
| You probably could have had it all you could have been that lonely star | |
| If we just went on | |
| If we just went on (oh yeah) | |
| If we just went on | |
| If we just went on | |
| Happiness exists, when you don't know a thing | |
| So I hope you don't think this song is about you... | |
| And only I can know, how close you came... | |
| But baby I'm a pro at letting go. I love it when they come and go | |
| But it could have went so many ways, so many ways it can go | |
| Cus ain't nobody feels the way that I feel when I'm alone | |
| So If I said that I won't call then that could come natural to me | |
| You probably could have had it all you could have been that lonely star | |
| If we just went on | |
| If we just went on (yeah) | |
| If we just went on | |
| If we just went on | |
| If we just went on (oooh baby) | |
| If we just went on | |
| If we just went on (oh yeah) | |
| If we just went on (oh yeah) | |
| Yeh!" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: Next | |
| Woah-oh-woah-oh-woah-oh-woah | |
| She popped that pussy on a Monday | |
| She never falls in love | |
| But she heard me in the club, she put in work | |
| She wanna give me all her money | |
| She used to spend it all alone | |
| 'Cause her man went, did her wrong, so she | |
| But baby I'm not tryin' to be the one | |
| I got my baby waitin' home | |
| She been too good to let her go | |
| And I ain't tryna win your heart | |
| And you can't pay to win my love | |
| So keep dancin', baby, keep dancin', dancin' | |
| Keep dancin', dancin', keep dancin' | |
| (I want you) | |
| I know, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know | |
| (Baby, I want you) | |
| I'm too far in this game to let go, so let go, so let go | |
| (Baby, I want you) | |
| Baby, who you tryna fool? | |
| Girl, I might be twenty-one, but I got memories to prove | |
| That I've seen your kind before | |
| And I know exactly what you want | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next baby | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next, baby | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next, ooh yeah | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next, oh-ooh | |
| Oh-oh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh-woah | |
| Ooh-ooh-woah | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh-woah | |
| Baby, who you callin' soft? | |
| Don't make me smoke up all your kush (No-oh) | |
| Don't make me pop your cheap-ass pills | |
| I used to do this for the thrill, ooh yeah | |
| I know you got a lot to lose | |
| But ain't nobody here but me | |
| So baby, what you got to prove? Ooh, yeah | |
| I see the way your body moves | |
| On the pole, on the floor, you're alone (I know, I know) | |
| But there ain't nothing I can do | |
| So keep dancin', baby, keep dancin', dancin' | |
| Keep dancin', dancin', keep dancin' | |
| (I want you) | |
| I know, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know | |
| (Baby, I want you) | |
| I'm too far in this game to let go, so let go, so let go | |
| (Baby, I want you) | |
| Baby, who you tryna fool? | |
| Girl, I might be twenty-one, but I got memories to prove | |
| That I've seen your kind before | |
| And I know exactly what you want | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next | |
| (You just want me 'cause I'm next) | |
| You just want me 'cause I'm next, ooh-oh | |
| Ooh-ooh, woah | |
| Ooh-ooh | |
| Ooh-ooh, oh | |
| Ooh-ooh | |
| Woah, oh | |
| Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah | |
| Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah" | |
| Write a song in the style of Scribe0ne.,,"Title: The Morning | |
| Listen [x2] | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| From the morning to the evening | |
| Complaints from the tenants | |
| Got the walls kickin like they six months pregnant | |
| Drinking Alaze with our cereal for breakfast | |
| Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to 7: 00 | |
| Skies getting cold | |
| You're flying from the north | |
| Walking in to the city like a sold out show | |
| House full of hoes that specialize into hoein | |
| Make that money rain as they takin off they clothes | |
| Order plane tickets | |
| Cali is the mission | |
| Visit every month like I'm split life living | |
| Let the world listen if a haters caught slipping then my niggas stay tight | |
| Got my back life pippin | |
| Fast life crippin | |
| Yeah we still tippin | |
| Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid | |
| Face try to mimic | |
| Get girls timid | |
| But behind closed doors they get pulled so rigid | |
| [Chorus] | |
| All that money the money is the motive | |
| All that money the money is the motive | |
| All that money the money she be foldin | |
| Girl put in work girl girl put in work | |
| Girl put in work girl girl put in work | |
| Girl put in work | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Push it to the limit | |
| Push it through the pain | |
| I push it for the pleasure like the virgin to the game | |
| A virgin to that money | |
| A virgin to the fame | |
| So this my only chance and when I'm over only pray that I flow from the bottom | |
| Closer to the top | |
| The higher that I climb | |
| The harder I'm a drop | |
| These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to their credit so I tell them use a debit watch they image start to lessen | |
| I warned 'em like discretion | |
| Why these niggas testing | |
| Always fucking twisted | |
| Why these niggas testing | |
| Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping to the music of the ambiance | |
| Get shit popping | |
| Zombies of the night | |
| Niggas ain't talking if they hyping to the crew get it in like pockets | |
| Downtown loving | |
| When the moon coming | |
| Only place to find babes, cabs, and hot women | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Better slow down | |
| She'll feel it in the morning | |
| Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning | |
| Too damn raw ain't no nigga worth her holding | |
| Ain't no nigga that she holding man the love is suiting for it | |
| [Chorus x2]" | |