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JON BELLION lyrics - Translations Through Speakers

Paper Planes

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All that ass it was so first class She was my co-pilot with a mile high swag We would smoke all night just flyin high like that. Smoke smoke all night just flyin high like, high like I needed her, I know she needed me If we fly this thing it's gonna take two people But the storm came fast Got a little rocky, the oxygen mask from the celing they were dropping We started to fall right out the sky Without a warning call. Nahh-hoo... We started to fall, no parachute so we had no time to call, for mayday mayday... We bought two tickets and and a paradise, One last flight trying make it right But that's when the rain came, That's when the pain came Were never ever gonna make it far. We bought two tickets and a paradise One last flight tryning make it right But love came like a hurricane and we were just a paper plane. I know we tried to fly away, but we were just a Paper plane. It's funny how things end up It's funny how we break it off Relationships they nose dive, While ones career is taking off. Publishing checks and fake smiles as I see my dad, My pockets getting filled But really emptiness is all I have. We crash, and now there's spare parts. Bandages, and bad scars. We try to mend broke Amelia Earharts. And keep trying to fly on, fly on, fly on. But I'm missing my right wing My right arm, and that's you. We started to fall right out the sky Without a warning call. Nahh-hoo... We started to fall, no parachute so we had no time to call, for mayday mayday... We bought two tickets and and a paradise, One last flight trying make it right But that's when the rain came, That's when the pain came Were never ever gonna make it far. We bought two tickets and a paradise One last flight trying make it right But love came like a hurricane and we were just a paper plane. I know we tried to fly away, but we were just a Paper plane.

Angels

JIN "Say Something"
You know I gotta say something The beginning and the end What's the difference between the two? I mean I'm still tryna figure it out I know one thing I'm just getting started You know all that stuff that happened in the past... I ain't even thinking about that It's about right now And it's about moving forward Check, check Yo, dear God I wonder can You save me? The more it makes sense the more they claim that I'm crazy I had the beef for them to see me this calm Or reality, uh uh no TV sitcom My pure will got me stolen for Grace Eyes closed, salty tears all I could taste All on my knees, fall on my face They say put God first and everything else will fall in the place So I've heard, wise words got me thinking Gotta give it time to let it sink in I sound confused, I know For what shall a prophet a man to gain the whole world then lose his soul For the longest I was ridin' high cruise control In my own mind making up the ruses I go I swear it's not just my imagination I heard a voice guide in me, navigation Is it the route I chose or should I check the stair end Took a couple wrong turns, selective hearing Is it fact or just my premonition? I see what's going on now, high definition Nothing but lies I was living at Wasted like Lay 6 it took me time to get my vision back Learnt to recognize the fakes and the true snakes So call friends, you know the twoface All in my grill like a twofake Still you never find me under pressure like the last drop of tooth pace My mission has never been more clear The Truth has never been more near But I know I can't do it on my own So I pray You give me strength when I lift the microphone All I hear is "Jin, what happened to the old you? " See I could explain but I would rather show you Word, check it out y'all 'Cause actions speak louder than words So it don't matter how I mix, the nouns with the verbs New fans and glad God anointed my style Old fans wanna know "What will I rap about now? " Switch it up, yo I gots to do it The word is "Jin's spittin' out Gospel music" See I prefer the call it "change your life music" All in hopes that one day you might use it Whatever they choose they label it, so be it I proceeded, all I know is I so need it I'm certain that I can't rap forever Before the curtain call I gotta get my act together No surprise the room over my eyes has been lifted My entire perspective has been shifted I can't call it, you can call it how you feel Call it change, call it grow, as long as you call it real I am no quitter My journey's just begun, you are all welcome to follow, no Twitter I know plenty folks that wanna touch the gate to Heaven Never been to Church 'cause they can't relate the reference Ain't no sense in me, preaching to the quire Even with starch arms I'd be reaching to the fire I stand firm, the enemy don't face me No need to wonder, only God can save me

Marijuana Man

JOELL ORTIZ
Y'all know who I is Marijuana Man! Yaowa [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Ok, I got the best pot in town But before you get with me, boy I want you to shop around So when you come back this way You know you dealing with that piff I'm a king of the spliffs No ands, buts or ifs It's them magazine haze from down MIA I got 5 G's a P, don't worry what I pay Put your 20′s in a bag Slide your 50′s in a jar Made niggas could move hundreds If they hustled up to par I drive a nice car off the strength of that plant Just breaking up a bud'll have your fingers all damp I'm Ray? treated like dope And have my shit stamped Call it [?] everything I love all you need is one bud To fuck up your camp On the grind all the time Y'all be knowing my steez Environmentalists be hating how I'm moving them trees But I can't stop, that pot keep knots in my pocket Unless I get shot or knocked, y'all not gon knock it Who I'm is? [Hook: x2] Marijuana man, high as a Marley man 20 in my right, nice philly in my other hand I'm a hustle man, I'm just tryna double, man Stack a couple hundred grand Keep everybody puffing man [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] I got it all colors What kind of smoke are you trying to do? Looking for something sweet and smooth? Right this way: I'll show you them blues The best part about this, go ahead and toss it on that scale That this only a.7, this bud is puffy as hell Want something a little stronger? I got something that'll hurt you Follow me over here – see that right there? Yeah, that's that purple The bud's a little tighter And I"m sure you're smelling fumes It tastes just like it smells and that high? It packs a peww, now this fella right here He's both fluffy and he's right His nickname is "Albino", he's a rhino and he's white I'd leave him in a jar so they could see him and get hyped Cause he's drenched in THC Looks like a tree with Christmas lights And last but not least: he's plain green But he can push! Grand-daddy of them all Look at his swoosh, they call his "Kush" Now it costs a little more – but my oh my will this one go And so there you have it bro Last thing left it get this dough Who I is? [Hook] [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] You can dabble with the other stuff And made a lot of paper But a couple guys I knew got hit with numbers like the Raiders Real stand-up dudes, they ain't even mention a player So I switched hustles – cash ain't as fast But it's much safer I'm in and out of state Without even half of the risk A weed case is like a bracelet Little slap on the wrist But enough about getting locked Cause ain't nobody getting caught Everybody getting guaped The whole world smoking pot, baby! [Hook]

Whisper Of Whispers

JOSEPH ARTHUR "The Ballad Of Boogie Christ: Act 2"
How many warning shots must he fire Into the emptiness of crescendoing skies Just like Beethoven conducting goodbyes With orchestra strings and notes made of fire Which burn in the eyes like a truth from a liar How many wars must he wage in your head As misery's chief just lays there as dead With the spike in his arm And a bullet in his brain Like a seed of repulsion Which brings its own rain How many skies must he rip from the clouds And let them hang empty against nothing at all As he says your name and you write on the wall His voice growing louder you ignore every call How much joy must you forsake for pain Your stupidity flows like the noose of cocaine A string made of powder you hang in the sky Strung by your nose, sniffing goodbye I know you will make it I know you will finally fall And hear him call Paranoid eyes of blood and mistrust The disease of fools and bankers of lust Corruption just bleeds from your every pore Like destruction which feeds a leech on a sore How much salvation must he offer for free Against your denial of who he must be Against your betrayal of his heart so free Which forgives and relieves all your misery I know you will make it I know you will finally fall And hear him call How much deceit must you force him to take As he waits around for you to be awake Into the blossom reaching through who you are From under the pavement into each falling star How much disease must he embrace and then cure Like a leper of gold, eyes white light and pure Crushing your sickness which cannot be contained Into your sheets, bloody and stained Float from your womb, aborted and gone Like the echo of voices in the silence of song How many missions must he endlessly take Until others are with him, alive and awake To rise to his level, as real and as true To be a beast in the jungle instead of the zoo How many liars must he first strike down With the weapon of words and the mercy he found I know you will make it I know you will finally fall And hear him call

Butcher Knife Bloodbath

JEDI MIND TRICKS "A History Of Violence"
[Hook:] I give it to you real raw You try to tackle me you couldn't make me fall Forget the microphone you need the iron we squeeze Play around and you'll fall off the deep end [Verse 1: Jus Allah] I am entertained by the pain, moth to a flame Jarring over your charred remains Hard to explain to the sane Tarzan's and Jane's Smaller brains The disdained Harder to obtain, refrain Unguard your gains All things obtained are in vein I am overjoyed to destroy Boys will be boys Uncoy deploy noisy toys Everyday, array of dismay Dead pray on display Let the slain lay where they may Tell 'em how to ban their fellow man Settle, tell your land Quell your well in advanced plans Grace your acquaintances with your complaints Stated on the page letter Awaiting the greatest ever Better late then never Better you in a crate One state lesser One day deader in red shaded decor Savvyt [Hook] [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] The bullet quicker than lightspeed, gates of midian, nightbreed Any one fucking around with Vinnie he might bleed Hell is hot and that's where the homing device lead The body or the head only thing my knife need I don't need to speak Vinnie's philosophy known Y'all are weak and talk sloppy like Bobby Chacon Blood shed and war anti-christ the prophecy shown I tried to tell you that the Bush's were possibly cloned You should know about distortions of lessons in college About the water-fuel cell, the suppression of knowledge I don't call that mother fucking professor a scholar I call him a profiteering liar obsessed with the dollar Why we in Iran if all that we want is Osama? Why we in a jam when all that we want is Obama? Bushes had you thinkin we at war because he asked God Then blew up two fucking buildings in our backyard Blat blat blat [Hook]

Better Me

JOE BUDDEN "Halfway House"
[Intro: Joe Budden] I hear what nigga's sayin'. Nigga's gonna' talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on. When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit. Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach. You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look... I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile. Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high stool; That's what bein' high do. If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote. 'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents An' all the shit we did The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is. Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason? At times I had ta' take doe Nigga did whatever for a peso Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat. A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity. Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow Tell God I'm better than the shit I show I gotta grow, c'mon. [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Whoa... Now look... Now niggas say I floss too much So... has he changed? 'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much. All they should say is that he strong Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on Lu Vuitton carry on. ?? wit' my blessing's at a delay Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is sorta' cliché. Plane ain't gonn' never land, less it's in the Netherlands Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band. Ask for a better hand I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran That'll make me less a man. I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate. Some niggas get complaints an' why... Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly. If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride. Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high! [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3] Look, look, look... Part of me was gruesome I ain't changed, I grew some An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come. Dudes that smoked trees wit' me Dudes that used ta' be wit' me They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty. 'Cause I don't burn it down But to me it's commonsense - You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'. Show 'em your game face - I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race (nigga). Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate. So don't say I won't from broke ta' booshie I'm far from far-end I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka. [Hook]

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