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Bored in the House

[Chorus: Curtis Roach]
Okay, I'm bored in the house and I’m in the house bored (Bored)
Bored in the house and I'm in the house bored (Bored)
Bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
And I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
Bored in the house, bored in the house, bored (Bored)
Bored in the house, bored in the house, bored (Bored)
I’m bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
And I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored (Ayy)
 
[Post-Chorus: Curtis Roach]
I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored
I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, ayy
 
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ayy, I need me a thick chick (Yeah)
Sittin' on the couch and I'm going through my Netflix (Yeah)
Bored than a motherfucker, I ain't even doin' shit
Tell her pull up, make it shake like Nesquik (Woo)
Neck frozen with nowhere to go, bitch (No)
Pop in COD on the PS4 (Yeah)
Tell the bitch chill like refrigerator doors
We can heat up some ramen, can’t go to the store, haha (Hah)
Can’t even go on tour (No)
Nigga so bored, I am losing my mind (Mind)
All these girls, tell 'em one at a time (Time)
Nigga still hatin’, tell 'em catch me outside ('Side)
I'm finito (Finito)
At home like Depot, ayy (Depot)
She gon’ suck it like mosquito, ayy ('Squito)
I ain't lyin', she a Leo (Leo)
Ayy, married to the money, dressed in tuxedos (Yeah)
I control your mind like I'm Magneto (Beam)
Got my Vans on and they look like sneakers (Yeah)
Explore like Dora, on the hunt like Easter
[Chorus: Curtis Roach]
Okay, I'm bored in the house and I'm in the house bored (Bored)
Bored in the house and I'm in the house bored (Bored)
Bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
And I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
Bored in the house, bored in the house, bored (Bored)
Bored in the house, bored in the house, bored (Bored)
I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
And I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored (Ayy)
 
[Post-Chorus: Curtis Roach]
I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored
I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, ayy
 
[Verse 2: Curtis Roach]
Ayy, I'm in the crib like an infant
With some Badu playin', burning incense
Bottle, tonic, gin mixed in
Snoop house shoes, getting down in the kitchen
Ayy, I'ma socialize at a distance
I'm living my best life, minding my business (My business)
And my antisocials for the win, win
Locked down, I'ma stay stayin' in, in (In, in)
Ramen noodles every night for my din-din
Hulu, binge watchin' episodes of Ben-10 (Yeah)
And I got T-Raww for assistance
Bad boy, I'ma have to ball like a Piston (Yeah)
In quarantine, I'm the quarterback (Quarterback)
MVP how I'm scoring that (How I'm scoring that)
And the food here, shout out DoorDash (Shout out DoorDash)
Where the napkins? I need more of that, ayy (I need more of that)
Can't find the remote, outta control
Outta my mind, outta my hands, outta my soul
Honor the code, got my locks blo'-blonded in gold
I'm in the house and I'm so damn bored (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in the house like Cory
Where you could find me like Dory (Dory)
KeKe put me on her story (Story)
Sonnin' 'em all like I'm Maury (Maury)
My competition is boring
I'm bored in the house and I'm bored
[Chorus: Curtis Roach]
Okay, I'm bored in the house and I'm in the house bored (Bored)
Bored in the house and I'm in the house bored (Bored)
Bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
And I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored (Hah)
Bored in the house, bored in the house, bored (Bored)
Bored in the house, bored in the house, bored (Bored)
I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored
And I'm bored than a motherfucker, in the house bored (Ayy)
 
[Post-Chorus: Curtis Roach]
I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored
I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, ayy
 

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Insecure... Me?

It was the morning after the month before
And I'm looking like a nose with eyes
Take a trip or letter to make me feel better
'Cause I know my mirror never lies
 
Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can?
And the hand that holds the whip is not your own?
Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old
Is it me that's feeling insecure?
 
Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes
In a naked city cinema
Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen
And nobody gives a damn who you are
 
You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring
And you wonder if you're on the turn
And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt
Is it me that's feeling insecure?
 
I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future
When I'm busy covering up my past
Start to consider a tuck behind the ears
When I wonder if my looks will last
 
I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair
But come up fighting like the best
And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war
But then again I'm different than the rest
 
I'm not the hardest person in the world
But like the song says 'I will survive'
And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck
But at least I feel that I'm alive
 
So I'll spit in your face and push you over the place
If I'm ever feeling so unsure
And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell
It's not me that's feeling insecure
 

My Angel Mother

I'm writing this song about a girl that I know
She's just as pure as all silver and gold
I might search this world over, oh but I'd never find
No one to take the place of this mother of mine
 
Mother
That's the sweetest name of them all
You're an angel on earth
And to me you are worth
More than anything else in this world
 
I love you more day-by-day
And I could never repay
All the things that you've done for me
Your heart is filled with joyous times
And your eyes, oh how they shine
That's the story of this mother of mine
 
Mother
That's the sweetest name of them all
You're an angel on earth
And to me you are worth
More than anything else in this world
Mother
 

"Amon" Belongs to "Them"

Today my mother will return to my house
And all the things I've done
I've done to make her feel at home again
Oh . . . it's all part of an act
She can stay as long as I keep the pact
 
There's someone ringing at
My front door bell
I see my mother there
Standing with the man I wanna send to hell
 
(Mother:) 'Oh King, see who came along'
 
Ma, you don't understand
It's all part of the deal
There's no way I can let him inside
You see 'AMON' belongs to 'THEM'
 
(Doctor:) 'You go ahead and have a talk with the boy my dear'
You better bring this along
Something might go wrong inside'
 
Come on Mother let me show you the house
Come on Mother there's a lot to discuss
 
Mother: 'Oh King, please let him in'
 
Ma, You don't understand
It's all part of the deal
Ther's no way I can let him inside
You see 'AMON' belongs to 'THEM'
 
Now let me tell you
What I've seen in the house lately
I've seen your daughter here
Coming and going when the dark is near
 
You must never ever tell anyone what I've told
I have hear 'THEM' singing too
Hey Mother what's that for?
 
Oh I feel the needle piercing my skin
And I'm falling, yes I'm falling down...
 

ZEZE

[Intro]
D.A. got that dope!
 
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
 
[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
 
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset!
Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia
 
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
 
[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
 
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a seatlock
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl, you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
 
[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
 
[Outro]
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh