Peter Hollens – Imagine Lyrics
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or …
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or …
[Intro]
Delivery, Boy
[Hook x2]
I wrote a song for her
The most beautiful song
But she never got to hear it
Now I’m weary, I dozed off
[Verse]
Xannys, morphine, valium
Fat fannys, I’m feigning for a outcome
Baby, …
[Verse 1]
This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go
I should be the one you’re dancing with
Spinning with a vodka coke
Everybody at my fingertips
I was gonna get my coat
And baby you were …
[Intro: Greg Gonzalez]
We wanna go where the girls are young and dumb
And hot as fuck
Where they’re dancing in the streets
With nothing on
[Verse 1: Goody Grace]
Drivin’ all night, lost track of …
[Verse 1]
One more night, I’ma break down
Two more drinks ’til I pass out, baby
3 AM’s when I need her
Before this lonely, and it drives me crazy
[Pre-Chorus]
Strike a match, blow a …
[Intro]
(This that)
(Damn, Pliz, there go your tag)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli’
Young nigga, that’s way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young nigga, that ain’t enough (Ain’t enough)
Nigga, check how I’m spinning my block, the engine
These niggas ain’t keepin’ up (No)
And these bitches ain’t flashing for nothin’ (No)
And these niggas won’t run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I’m rich
I can’t miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I’m the shit (Uh, uh), and a nigga gon’ learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
Nigga, I spent nothin’ but hundreds on this chain and my ‘fit
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Keep the racks on me, I got a hundred pack (Hundred pack)
Ride ’round in thе Rolls Royce or the Cadillac (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign bitchеs, G-Wagon all black
When we speaking on the money, all facts (All facts)
Y’all niggas just be rapping all cap (Cap)
I was rapping on the stage with the strap (Run up, you gonna get capped)
I done took some risk, yeah
Quarter milli’ for the diamonds, they glist’
Bitch bad, I could give her a kiss
Fuck an opp, we scratch your name out the list (Fuck an opp)
When I slide with the trouble, can’t miss (When I slide)
Canary yellow, I got my diamonds on piss
Throw a fuckin’ train when I bang on a bitch (Rich)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Quando Rondo]
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli’
Young nigga, that’s way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young nigga, that ain’t enough (Ain’t enough)
Nigga, check how I’m spinning my block, the engine
These niggas ain’t keepin’ up (No)
And these bitches ain’t flashing for nothin’ (No)
And these niggas won’t run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I’m rich
I can’t miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I’m the shit (Uh, uh), and a nigga gon’ learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
Nigga, I spent nothin’ but hundreds on this chain and my ‘fit (Q)
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Say I spent the whole fifty for racks on her titties
But she say I play too much (Oh, damn)
Had to take a big risk, had the Glock in the Bentley
They play, then we spray this bitch up (Grrah)
Every day a new killin’ when you in the trenches
‘Cause that’s just the way we was raised up
‘Round my neck and my wrist, got a whole half a million
Could’ve went out and bought me a Wraith truck
Ayy, big 33, Timmy bang Scottie Pippen
Slangin’ Miami Heat from the 3rd to his village
Blue I painted my toilet, I stay on some Crip shit
Nigga spoke on Lil Sosa, we emptied them clips quick
I just copped a tennis chain, Serena Williams, plenty rocks (Ayy)
One hundred and fifty, lil’ bullet Big Billy
You play, then your brains’ll get bust
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli’
Young nigga, that’s way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young nigga, that ain’t enough (Ain’t enough)
Nigga, check how I’m spinning my block, the engine
These niggas ain’t keepin’ up (No)
And these bitches ain’t flashing for nothin’ (No)
And these niggas won’t run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I’m rich
I can’t miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I’m the shit (Uh, uh), and a nigga gon’ learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
Nigga, I spent nothin’ but hundreds on this chain and my ‘fit
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