Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Hodgy Beats]
Yo, yo, yo yo, yo
Momma called me lazy, said nothin could motivate me
Her talkin would aggravate me until I'm leavin the room
I rolled around like a pea in a spoon
When she woke me go to school, Folgers news
I'm the cool kid with a 'C' average, only a G can see past it
Dealing with absence of fathers is past tense
Why he keep getting arrested? Your reckless impressless
Yo, just let me live, I'm a teen or adolescent
Tribulations, life lessons, I go through the grow through
Wisdom isn't given, it's percepted through livin
Decisions and commitment is the broccoli and briscuits
To unreliable soul, in which I desire to go
Everyday another struggle, get your money fuck the hustle
When you think I'll give up, you got one life to live up
Take this advice, and use it like protection
Everybody make mistakes and, very few correct them

[Chorus]
They say, nigga try a little harder but it didn't work
I tried, it didn't work, so I made shit work
They told me to try a little harder but it didn't work
So I made shit work - now my shit works now my shit works

[Hodgy Beats]
Practice makes perfect, but nobody is
Rolling with the Oddly kids, I was born a star - like Ozzy kids
They in my biz, I probably did, I am an economist
I walk the Earth and coexist, someone you didn't know exist
I'm back like I'm here returnin - you're in your seat, you're squirmin
In my sermon, turbulence from all the turning
I'm just learnin as I advance to my next level
Life's a stripper, I let it dance on my gas petal
Thrash metal, she sew it special with the hash methyl
High mellow, to do a puntos into God's ghetto
Dirt devil, cleaning lives, demeanin wives
Leaving child's drawerless for drugs and drawer is the love is flawless
What's a life beyond stress, who wants it?
Its kinda like mom's gifts
Everyday another struggle get your money, fuck the hustle
When you think I'll give up, you got one life to live up

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Where, is, the, love at? (At, at)
I said, where, is, the, love at? (At, at)
Where the love at? Should I hate you 'til it gives kisses and hugs back?
Comefrom traps, where niggaz don't get out the gate, overrun laps
One way rotissi' with hats, ankle caught in cracks
Smile gats, and never facts, clever acts, now spit a better rap

[Chorus]

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Hodgy Beats]
Uhh - cold water fresh from every aspect
It's like I have eight ligaments the way that I grab checks
I passed go, puff it, then pass next on ratchets
I'm double-oh-seven, make a nigga grab his gadget
Barbarian with the harpoon, don't walk in that dark room
Leave your organs on a bar stool and then bag 'em up, carpool
Hodgy, he so devilish, elevator, next level shit
I'm goin up but it's goin down but I never settle bitch
All these fuckin drugs and no motivation
All these fuckin girls and no home to take them
All these fuckin plugs ain't nowhere to gauge them
Call the sluts to roll the blunts I'm guaranteed to face them
My power's like a horse's, you know where I race them
On the track where I practice careers for the taken
I'm swollen achin, smokin eighths then go defacin haters
You slow deflate that shit, mistake, I'm on the road to mayhem

[Chorus 2X: Left Brain]
Here we, here we, here we fuckin go (go) [3X]
Here we fuckin go, let these niggaz know (know)/here we fuckin go

[Hodgy Beats]
Smoking flights, roll the dice, I'm sober like I should have flown a kite
I got the calamite like a Dolomite so nigga don't step to me you a shoulder's height
Not a soldier's heighth, I'm cold as ice
Frozen bitten, North Face mittens, on a mission
Left in the kitchen, a mini chef in the kitchen
Detect I will never raise hell 'til it's risen
Cause jails are forbidden, at least for a kitten
I'm pissin and shittin on rhythms that's given
The sky is the limit like ribbons and flyin pigeons
Live and die is my religion
Got my eyes so I ain't trippin
Eye's witness but I ain't snitchin
Feds in my ear but I ain't listenin
(Feds in my but I ain't listenin)
Dora the Explorer, hora, the horror hoarder
Daughter's in storages, ransom mortages
No cash shortages
Order this oil let, she gon' boil quick
Torture is tortoises slowly punchin their torsos
Selling narcos and burroughs like Mexicans and their churros
Who is him in them, deminem, the antonym ramblin
Mosh and squash the dandlin, MellowHype throttlin canvases
And won't pay for no damages, we ain't that nigga
If you wanna fuck some shit up then we'll paint that picture

[Chorus]

[Outro: Left Brain]
Fuckin go, fuckin go, here we fuckin go
Go, fuckin go, let these niggaz know, here we fuckin go
Go, fuckin go, fuckin go, here we fuckin go
Go, fuckin go, lete these niggaz know, here we fuckin go

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Ask clancy if we're hard to manage
From a huddle to a scramble in an omelete sandwich
Ya man's the damage, for the fuck of it I go on a rampage
I be smoking trees hanging in the fucking branches
Rasta koala, higher than a Prada
I father these animals across the safari
Desert Sahara my cheese so ricotta
Composing m-musical movement - sonota
I'm hotter than lava bitch I need a bottle of oxygen
Water out back of Tacoma
Ask me bout Tyler I give him a comma
Start running game I just pass it to Domo
Genesis, and Left Brain in this bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga fuck a membership
You can ask about Mike G, he'll burn you like a chai tea
That was directed to all the haters bitch I'm Spike Lee

[Hook]
We don't fuck with nobody
But you, you fuck with errbody
See
We don't fuck with nobody
But you, you fuck with errbody
See
We don't fuck with nobody
But you, you fuck with errbody
See
We don't fuck with nobody
But you, you fuck with errbody
See

[Verse 2: Left Brain]
We don't fuck with ya'll but ya'll fuck with us
Wolf Gang nigga in Odd we trust
Rolling hash rolling kush
Mellowhype bitch nigga hold up

[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
I'm bringing the problems
Double entendre, triple the drama
Kill your bitch and your mama
Nigga this is an honor
Left produces like a farmer
I'm the guy in the armor
Armed and ready to harm ya
All these magazines think we fucking want their cover?
Critics and bloggers fuck and swallow and fuck each other
Get out my face screw your questions now ask another
Me and Left are getting bread ho, pass the butter
Corn Popped, game on door locked
Pure crop, smoke up it's a sure drop
I don't play that, flagrant for the playback
You fall back and lay back and stay back you stray rat

[Hook]

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Intro:]
Odd future, I'd shoot you, bitch

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm good on a badder day
Better never fabricate
I spit after I saturate the poison from a rattlesnake
From a 1-10, you're like an average 8
Blowjob, you suck, shall I elaborate
Fuck a top down
Mind if I sip [?] in Osaka
English television, Japanese soul operas
High as a koala
Burning inside Impalas
Coasting, close edge
I'm on the ground like pro-pegs
They ask if I worry if my future's looking curry
The morning's bright and early
My prize, my temple's Shirley
Shorty's ten 'per-surely' tampers through dirty hampers
Looking for the worthy answers
Smoke from respiratory cancer
Fuck knowledge, roll up
I'm trying to get eminent
Everybody know me like the president, It's evident
I'm ghetto, Royal
You sediment, soil
You took the wrong turn
Now its my turn, Turmoil

[Hook 1]
Me and my wolves, we rolling in the street
In a four door
Me, Bitch so we can go deep
A nigga count sheep, go to sleep with a down ass freak
Seven times out the week
Me and my wolves, we rolling in the street
In a four door
Me, Bitch so we can go deep
A nigga count sheep, go to sleep with a down ass freak
Seven times out the week
OFWGKTA, OFWGKTA, OFWGKTA...

[Verse 2: Hodgy]
Either join with us or step away
I'm a warrior, as I reign from the middle ages
In the Roman Empire, riding separate stages
Pencil, pages, mental cages
No sort of patience as I'm hitting greatness
Rose out of the pavement, a proud of amazement
Smoke right out of a basement to a spot where we making it spacious
As God's glory is gracious
Say your graces for the glutton
And no chance to [?]
You niggas ain't eating supper?
Well at least you get to have something
Comply not to complain
When abide a food chain
The future's looking odd,uh,things do change
Try not to restrain, shit happens like things
And the 'if' about them things, is if them things do bang, Bitch

[Hook 2:]
Me and my wolves, we rolling in the street
In a four door
Me,Bitch so we can go deep
A nigga count sheep, go to sleep with a down ass freak
Seven times out the week
Me and my wolves, we rolling in the street
In a four door
Me, Bitch so we can go deep
A nigga count sheep, go to sleep with a down ass freak
Seven times out the week
OFWGKTA, OFWGKTA ,OFWGKTA...

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I push the 8 ball right across the pool table
Not basketball but I'm saying my game could fool April
Its such a marvelous day and niggas still will hate you
Plant a tree water the surroundings than wait to peel a grapefruit
Success is my escape route drive it like a grey coupe
License is invalid I'm headed to my palace
I'm a cowboy bitch I'm rowdy music playing loudly
I'm fresh in my attire you boys just in the choir
I'm rollin sober take your king out of cobra
No venom in em open my hand of women
I'm about the bejaminem fuckin off as I spend it
In foreign countries comfy and fuckin distinctive
Gold bitches wash my dick and clean the kitchen
Tatted with golf wang cats and stencils scripted where they dippin
If it ain't about a waffle then we dippin
Bitch I'm too wide expedition pay attention before you miss it nigga listen

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I got your back like a spinal tap
Yoga mats runnin out of bubbles soda flat
Nigga hulk attack green snaps from dojer raps
My wolves lurk where logan at
Wolf gang musical chairs I fuckin fold you back
Rollin up weed and I'm dabbin the wax
You stick to the script ho I get to the facts
Rippin through tracks like a train conducter
I'm giving them tasks I'm the instructer
Roofs on fire like dj khaled tour bus
Smokin on weed bitch I'm high as a kite
Breakin down more finna hop on this flight
Born a real nigga real nigga for life
Don't believe in the hype baby this mellowhype
Smoke good for the night so I'm good for the night
I'm taking it back to the house going to the hood for the night
Bats on heels nigga straps gon kill
The cab no wheels jack told Jill
I don't like kinds and icons who pipe dimes and so on
Let by gones be by gones and tai quan do on

[Verse 3: Mike G]
Where I stand still fucking awesome I am
Meet chains with more rocks then rocks and sand in iran
I saute the chef and if its I you want to test
It will be one big room full of triple 6 reppers
Always say that I'm lo key with my moves
Cause I'm a ninja I don't like niggas to see what I do
And my focus was on saving grace
Till I got that late call that wolf killed ace
Heard he sprayed up the place
Well I'm the midnight movado that makes twilight music
And fans think that I'm more awkward then Kristen Stewart
Couldn't do it without the losers that thought I wouldn't do it
No sympathy for the ones that never stuck to it
Attack em, rack em, wrap em in the back of a Buick
Wonder how my day goes it ain't nothing but music
And wonder how I spend my evenings and my kind of night would be
See my kind of night would be nylon rope duct tape
Me and a Marie

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
We was kids when we first met, I can’t forget
When we met, I took a breath, I recollect we took a step
Together, unison, I was a bad boy, a hooligan
Now Junior went, I’m full of sin
Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent
‘Bout deliberate relations ‘cause she know a nigga ignorant
Like bull’s eye, I grew with the wind
And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened
Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false
Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree
Life’s a bitch in the seventies, to the
Third degree and I ain’t got a job, but shit it works for me
She love the fact that I live driving on the edge
Purposely, money ain’t for degree, but it’s worth a C
I go blind for that little light of mine
Keep it cited, ma, and I’m a let it shine

[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
Even though we have our own
Problems and differences
I still fuck
With you
Even though we had our own
Fallouts, we pitchin’ fits
I still fuck
With you

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I was never a motherfucker to want beef
Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets
Yeah, I sold drugs. Nigga, what heat?
Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I’m a go-getter
Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money
Steal another nigga figures
I don’t need a fucking chain, bitch I’m here to gain that
Bitch, I need fucking ring, where [?] at?
We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same
In it for the funds, throw a little buns
Listen to the [?] smoke inside your lungs
Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges
Have a little offspring, NBA wouldn’t support it
Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted
Work now play now a nigga runnin’ offense
Bitch, I’m in Miami and I’m swimming with the Dolphins

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
I don't like going sober to the hospital
Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it
So I'm out front parked in a car with a
Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah
Last year, I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was
So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin'
Looking for new chords and a larger Nugget
I’m the stars above me when I spark and tug this
Far from hard, but I’m a snarl in public
Cause we large in numbers, Trash Wang
Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho
Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work
Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs
Feel like I’m flying when I’m off from the herb
Fuck ‘em all, let the army disperse
Know the swamp lay ‘em all in the dirt
Had to stop, re-assess some agendas
Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic
Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen
We the best, period, the end of the sentence
Roughneck putting paws to the pavement
Lane switch, I’m a blow haze ‘till I can’t think
Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this
Big homie told me, “Nah, nigga, take this.”
Shots 'till my damn liver hates me
Momma saying that she knowing that I need help
Nah, on the highway to Hades with my
Motherfuckin’ seatbelt off

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Intro]
Top Shelf

[coughing]

(shit)

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm chilling, literally
My neck is glittery
Niggas got that screw face looking at my jewelry (ugh)
While I'm flexing chain sexing is unprotected
I hear that bitch moaning
Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah)
Niggas talkin' diss and when I know they are respected
Put they hoes and friends on my guest list
That wasn't directed, all you can do is accept it, or I will intercept it
And throw it back to left bitch, the first nigga she slept with
We rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our check list
Whats the point of death when niggas can exist in whats destined?
I took a shot, boom, boom, bam, (POP!)
They all wanna' rock and claim that music hip-hop (Brrroooop)
But you're just imitation, deflation, you're in migration
Just, pucker lips and suck a dick, as I'm meditating
Escaping from emancipation, doctors and faggot cops (Eaagh!)
Been a couple of months since I turned the block (Eeerrmm!)
I kill niggas you can call me homicidal, I'm married to the game
Nigga shes my bridal, wife and I will love her for life
Well all I know is me and MellowHype, brothers for life

And we don't give a shit about your problems mutha' fuckas' (fuck yall' niggas)
Go run about it or solve them mutha' fuckas'
We ain't fuckin' with yall' (nigga!)
We ain't fuckin' with yall'

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
Fuck everybody else, all Hodgy need is Left
Break it down on the stoop, rollin' up on the stairs
Smokin' up a lotta' weed, Chillin' with Domo G
Buying dog for the feed, MellowHigh till I read
R.I.P on my grave, nigga still gettin' paid
Family got it made, haters still talkin' shit
But that ain't meanin' much, Bitch nigga meet em' up
I shoot him with -In his face and leave his -
Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
Wolf Gang run tonight nigga mutha' fuck your clan
Gettin' money payin' Uncle Sam
On the canvas cam, wait till I paint the sand (Yeea!)
On the beach, on the atlas where ya' hands can't reach (Yeea!)
Pay for my hotel ticket, she gon' suck my dick at least (Yeea!)
Bought my car, only broke niggas lease, I got your bitch on a leash
And her perfume on my fleece, Shes sweet like reecees

[X2]
You know we takin' shots (what?!)
Know we takin' shots (what?!)
Empty the clip, reload that bitch (Brrrrrroooop)
Know we takin' shots, Niggas know we takin' shots
Know we takin' shots (what?!)
Empty the clip, reload that bitch
Know we takin' shots
(We ain't fuckin' with yall')
(We ain't fuckin' with yall')

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
I need my cornbread
Not the substance of food
My cornbread
What matters the most to you?
My cornbread
My cornbread [x2]

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I have a little boy
He's my happiness
My little joy
Keep his father fighting on
My little Roy
Finally, I have something to live for
Shits thats I can give for
Pain is love, and yo I'm feeling it
And I'm real sore
He's an exact replica of me
Distilled, pure
Okay, so waking up to a new born baby at a teen age
Getting over the fact that he was here to stay was a lean stage
Blood is thicker than liquor
Came together as a family, made decisions
This life here we're going to give him
A chance to be all he can imagine
Weather mowing a fucking lawn instead of dating a model and fashion
I'm teaching him to be on time in a timely fashion
Now a days I realize
I need to mind into my actions
Cause, What's a father? Who's a father? Where's a father?
Fuck a father if a father is behind bars and [?]

[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
I need my cornbread
Not the substance of food
My cornbread
What matters the most to you?
My cornbread
My cornbread [x2]

[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
Well I ate, well
Well I ate, well
Ohh
Well I ate, well
Well I ate, well
Bo-boom boom clap
Bo-boom boom clap
Bo-boom boom clap

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I like going to the park
Playing ball in the [?]
It gets me ready for that mental foreplay
It matters how you can give
It completes your day
Just get through those lunch hours, fried chicken
McDonalds parfait, drive thru, one way
Like displays on the menu
Up the price of the venue
You and your nephew, you niece is also in the car
Pretty barrettes in their hair-do
Don't drive too fast, be careful
Make sure the seat belts are on before you switch from park to drive
Because once the car starts, the reflex is the eye
Between you and I, and the being in the sky
I have a human oversight, no equated calculations
Practice sanitation
The bullshit and aggravations
And money ain't the motivation

[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
Well I ate, well
Well I ate, well
Ohh
Well I ate, well
Well I ate, well
Bo-boom boom clap
Bo-boom boom clap
Bo-boom boom clap
Bo-boom boom clap

[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
I need my cornbread
Not the substance of food
My cornbread
What matters the most to you?
My cornbread
My cornbread [x2]

Well I ate, well
Well I ate, well
Ohh

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Artist : MELLOWHYPE
Album : Numbers
You've come a long way, a long way you gotta go
And when you reach the end of the road, a pot of gold
Some people have no pot to piss, nor pot to hold
And I smoke pot by the oz. my green garden grows
Ashe's on my mattress wheres that ashtray shell catcher
This cloud supreme cal king ain't cheap
You can ask my sheets
When the wolves are on the creep, you can count the sheep
And guess who gotta woody finna hit Bo Peep
I toy with stories from shorties who come escort me
From my limousine, to the demons I see
Who breathe the unliving beings
I'm just a living being, living - being
I'm just a kid that screams that fiends his dreams
They want to critique me negatively but who really cares
This air and land we share, there's no need to compare
Find peace within yourself and
Make peace with everyone else
Pick up your phone and call support
When in need of some help

Womp Womp Womp
Womp Womp Womp

Life is so simple. Life is so precious
Life is everything, Everything to me
Life is so simple. Life is so precious
Life is everything, Everything to me
It sounds like the oceans in here
All the commotion in here
Motion is fear. Open your ears

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Artist : MIGUEL
Album : Kaleidoscope Dream
Frustration, watching you dance
Invitation, to get in them pants
Come closer baby, so I can touch
One question, am I movin' too fast?

Cause I ain't leavin alone, feel like I could be honest, babe!
We both know that we’re grown
That’s why I wanna know
How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?
Yeah, you look good and I got money
But I don’t wanna waste my time
Back of my mind I’m hopin you say two or three
You look good, we came to party
But I don’t wanna waste my time

Temptation, is calling your name
Sweet persuasion, baby this is a game
Come closer, baby, if you like what you hear
Impression, is what I'm makin you feel

Cause I ain't leavin alone, feel like I could be honest, babe!
We both know that we’re grown
That’s why I wanna know
How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?
Yeah, you look good and I got money
But I don’t wanna waste my time
Back of my mind I’m hopin you say two or three
You look good, we came to party
But I don’t wanna waste my time (waste my time)

No, no, no
I ain't judgin
If you do decide that you might be fuckin' tonight, what?
More power to you if you do decide that you might be fuckin' tonight
Le-le-let me dig that out like a fossil
Damn baby that ass is colossal
Pilates a mill did that body so good
You've gotten a pair I wish I could

How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?
You look good and we came to party but I don't wanna waste my time.
Back of my mind I'm hopin you say two or three
Agree? Indeed
You look good and we came to party but don't wanna waste my time,
Or waste your time, or waste your time, or waste our time
Baby it's alright, baby it's alright, baby it's alright
Oh it's alright now, alright, oh yeah
I don't wanna waste my time
I don't wanna waste no time
I don't wanna waste your time
I don't wanna waste our time,
Or my time

How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?
Yeah, you look good and I got money
But I don’t wanna waste my time
Back of my mind I’m hopin you say two or three
You look good, we came to party
But I don’t wanna waste my time (waste my time)

No, no, no
I ain't judgin
If you do decide that you might be fuckin' tonight, what?
More power to you if you do decide that my might be fuckin' tonight
I ain't judgin
If you do decide that you might be fuckin' tonight, what?
More power to you if you do decide that my might be fuckin' tonight

Let's go, shit
You only live once right?
I mean, where's the fun in forever anyway?

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