sHouLd i B? - Lil Yachty

Summertime has gone away The West Coast is colder I watch your love start to fade Like freckles on your shoulder I'm driving this car of the Golden Gate Bridge Gonna hit the waves I'll set the house on fire, and watch it burn down If you go away I'll scream and shout it can't be true! If I wake up and you're gone What should I do? I'll lose my head, I'll make the news If I wake up and you're gone What should I do? What should I do? When I wake up without you? What should I do? When I wake up without you? I'm not afraid of die in vain Love is a mad man And when it dies, I cut my veins To break up the sadness I'm driving this car of the Golden Gate Bridge Gonna hit the waves I'll set the world on fire, and watch it burn down If you go away! Ooh! I'll scream and shout it can't be true! If I wake up and you're gone What should I do? I'll lose my head, I'll make the news If I wake up and you're gone What should I do? What should I do? When I wake up without you? What should I do? When I wake up without you? Broken glass Broken hearts Take me back to the start Broken glass Making scars Take me back! I'll scream and shout it can't be true! If I wake up and you're gone What should I do? I'll lose my head, I'll make the news If I wake up and you're gone That's what I'll do I'll scream and shout it can't be true! If I wake up and you're gone What should I do? I'll lose my head, I'll make the news If I wake up and you're gone What should I do? What should I do? If I wake up when you're gone What should I do? What should I do? If I wake up when you're gone What should I do? What should I do?

If you knew how long it'd been since I let somebody in Then you know why I can't look you in the eyes for too long (can't do it, baby) If you knew how long it'd been since I felt her on my skin And why I keep lookin' at the shape in the pants she got on Is it really cheatin' if she ain't lovin' me right? If she's not touchin' me right? Leaves me lonely every night? You give me attention that she can't seem to provide Put in work to make me smile Say good mornin' and goodnight And I like the way you treat your mama 'Cause it shows you how somebody will come and treat their woman And I like (and I like) the way your phone is open (Fuck a passcode, man, she cut off mad hoes) And I like (you) More than I should, more than I should And I like (you) More than I should, more than I should Swear I'm not the type to lie (not the type) But I feel hella justified (hella justified) If I climbed on top and we fuck tonight away like two wrongs And my boyfriend isn't loyal (my girlfriend isn't loyal) His morals in the toilet, that boy is on a voyage That boy is on a trip (trip, ah) You say it might be time for me to dip (dip, ah) Is it really cheatin' if she ain't lovin' me right? If she's not touchin' me right? Leaves me lonely every night? You give me attention that he can't seem to provide Put in work to make me smile Say good mornin' and goodnight And I like (I like) the way you treat your mama 'Cause it shows you how somebody will come and treat their woman And I like (and I like) the way your phone is open (Fuck a passcode, man, she cut off mad hoes) And I like (you) More than I should, more than I should And I like (you) More than I should, more than I should And I like (you) And I like (you) More than I should, more than I should At this point, I'm too tired of holdin' back At this point, my fantasies got the best of me (and I need it) At this point, I'm too tired of holdin' back At this point, my fantasies got the best of me And I need to prep the unknown, we're both grown Enough to touch, enough to see what's up Need to get your ass alone when nobody's home Just let me touch, let me see what's up with that na-na-na (yeah) Yeah-yeah-yeah, let me see what's up with that na-na-na (mm) Yeah-yeah-yeah

It's so, it's so easy Living your life the way you wanna It's so, it's so easy Spending your nights the way you wanna (ay) And I know that you got no one that does you like I do And who you got right now can't fuck you like I do And you got that type that I seem to like And it feels like I missed my chance, so let's dance one more time 'Cause you might think you need someone brand new Don't front like I'm not fucked up over you You lost so much to me, don't know the truth I'm stressing, yeah, I'm fucked up over you I'm stressing, yeah, I'm fucked up over you I'm stressing, yeah, I'm fucked up over you I'm stressing, yеah, I'm fucked up over you You, uh You might just think that you need someonе new I fell in love with the thought of something true I pulled my brakes and tried to play it cool Infatuated, I waited for you Yeah, holding on this stance, things I should've said Thoughts racing in my head You know what I did Got nervous, so I fled I left it where I left it, won't leave your side again 'Cause you might think you need someone brand new Don't front like I'm not fucked up over you You lost so much to me, don't know the truth I'm stressing, yeah, I'm fucked up over you I'm stressing, yeah, I'm fucked up over you I'm stressing, yeah, I'm fucked up over you I'm stressing, yeah, I'm fucked up over you You, uh

Uhh. UHH Yeah. Uhh. uhh. Uh! Yeah. yeah. Uhh. I'm on. Fuck em. yeah, uhh. With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Fuck her, never knew her Screw her. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer Our father. uh-huh. What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake Fluck that Snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift Shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin, hit her body quick Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers Did it with the glocks, spit it witcha pops, you was in diapers Loved me when you came to Rikers Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you can't be like u S Some murderers who turn bikers -- see Biggie Smalls Recruited these snipers -- alumni do it just like us Some pied pipers, squeezin life out y'all It's all out war, be all wild as all outdoor If a coward got beef, y'all be checkin his palm Paralyzin my niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours? Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out four Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours Bitch nigga. whoah. With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake Yo when you fuckin wit Mac, you fuckin wit the best Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic When I squeeze don't breathe keep it lined and even So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin screamin Lyin bleedin -- from that iron steamin And I ain't tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it Niggaz start bitchin, when that pistol in they face Or I sick two puts to come and get you in your place If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin my bitch Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit Takin two sniffs, grabbin my shit Best believe if I get hit, y'all niggaz takin some shit Picture niggaz takin my shit With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake Niggaz never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie In the year 2000, all drunk and pissy Off whiskey, you can miss me, actin gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin it the O.G. way; it's sorta like The Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me So this is dedicated to the memory of The Notorious One, the glorious one And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine Cock my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love hip-hop" and Fuck you niggaz that shot Big Pop' The conspiracy, of this nation, for assassination Of the young black male in this black hell And I can tell, no matter the weather That you and Tupac got yo' shit together California Love With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع