Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song untitled 07 , by - Kendrick Lamar. Release date: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
untitled 07 |
| Love won’t get you high as this |
| Drugs won’t get you high as this |
| Fame won’t get you high as this |
| Chains won’t get you high as this |
| Juice won’t get you high as this |
| Crew won’t get you high as this |
| Hate won’t get you high as this |
| Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
| Love won’t get you high as this |
| Drugs won’t get you high as this |
| Fame won’t get you high as this |
| Chains won’t get you high as this |
| Juice won’t get you high as this |
| Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
| Life won’t get you high like this here, no |
| He won’t get you high like this here, no |
| She won’t get you high like this here, no |
| «For Free?"won't get you high like this here, no |
| Two keys won’t get you high, no, no, no |
| Bentleys won’t get you high, like, no |
| Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
| Life won’t get you high, no, no, no |
| He won’t get you high, no, no, no |
| She won’t get you high, no, no, no |
| «For Free?"won't get you high, no, no, no |
| Two keys won’t get you high, no, no, no |
| Bentleys won’t get you high, no, no, no |
| Bars won’t get you high, no, no, no |
| Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
| Shut your fuckin' mouth and get some cash, you bitch, you |
| You be in your feelings, I be in my bag, you bitch, you |
| Santa’s reindeer better have some ass, you bitch, you |
| Everything I’m working, gotta be the gas, you bitch, you |
| (Don't fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck a…) |
| Shut your fuckin' mouth and get some cash, you bitch |
| You be in your feelings, I be in my bag, you bitch |
| Santa’s reindeer better have some ass, you bitch |
| Everything I’m working, gotta be the |
| Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
| Me don’t want problems (me don’t want problems) |
| Me don’t want tricks (me don’t want tricks) |
| Me do want dollars (me do want dollars) |
| Me want it big (me do want dollars) |
| Me don’t want problems (we ride Impalas) |
| Me don’t want tricks (me don’t want tricks) |
| Me do want dollars (me don’t want tricks) |
| Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
| We don’t want problems (we don’t want problems) |
| We don’t want tricks (we don’t want tricks) |
| We do want dollars (we do want dollars) |
| We do it big (we don’t want problems) |
| We do it big (we don’t want problems) |
| We do it big (we don’t want tricks) |
| We don’t want problems (we don’t want problems) |
| Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate |
| Compton is where I’m from |
| Is where I’m from, where is I’m from |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Young Egypt |
| Look, look |
| I feel like Pacino in Godfather, I’m charged |
| Our father who art in Heaven, Kendrick at large |
| Came in the game with a plan of beatin' the odds |
| What an accomplishment, broken promises |
| Kept my focus anonymous till I dealt with the consequence |
| The greatest and latest mogul, you know what time it is |
| You niggas fear me like y’all fear God |
| You sound frantic, I hear panic in your voice |
| Just know the mechanics of making your choice and writin' your bars |
| Before you poke out your chest, loosen your bra |
| Before you step out of line and dance with the star |
| I could never end a career if it never start |
| The murderous capital, avenues lookin' like evil dead zombies |
| With batteries to the head |
| The flattery of watchin' my stock rise |
| The salary, the compensation tripled my cock size |
| I run through these stop signs with no brake fluid |
| Just premium gas, do it for dolo |
| Crash markets and prejudiced tags, look at my photo |
| Black excellence, pessimist died countin' my coin |
| Hope it’s evident that I inspired a thousand emcees to do better |
| I blew cheddar on youth centers, buildings and Bimmers and blue leather |
| Forecasted my future, this is the future |
| The mastermind until my next album, more power to you |
| Gunshots |
| Come on, come on, come on |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on |
| Come on |
| This is a fifteen minute song |
| We’re just jammin' out, we on stage |
| Taz, we just jammin' out |
| Hundred thousand |
| Hundred thousand, you gotta see it! |
| Look, look, look, go back to the down note |
| They all sing this shit, everybody |
| Now I don’t let you down, and for |
| You see, you see, you see, you see |
| But I don’t shake you down, dog for you, you, you, you |
| They say the government ain’t the truth, truth, truth, truth |
| And the politicians always mislead the youth, youth, youth, youth |
| But head is the answer |
| Head is the future |
| Don’t second guess yourself |
| Come on, give me some help |
| Hey one more time, band, I need y’all to help me out right now |
| Head is the answer |
| Head is the future, it’s the future, that nigga said |
| Don’t second guess yourself |
| Come on, give me some help |
| Say come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
| Come on, come on, my background singer |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
| I said, girl you make me wanna uh |
| The ho screaming now |
| I said baby you make. |
| You make me wanna just AHHH! |
| Baby you got me speechless right now |
| Laughs |
| I gotta take it there, I ain’t even playin' no more |
| Said you just make me wanna Drake you down |
| To the ground, to the ground ground |
| Like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam |
| You just make me wanna Drake you down |
| Down, around like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam |
| And baby if your mama’s around, if your mama’s around |
| If your mama’s around, if your mama’s around |
| Tell her, tell her |
| No discrimination, she’s young nigga chasin' |
| And she can get this dick too! |
| I said come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
| Yeah, nigga |
| You gotta do it, man |
| We gonna lay that shit |
| We gonna lay that shit, and watch what it’s gon' do |