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Jack Jelfs traps a robot in Spaghetti Western purgatory in Billy Takes A Break

Samuel Beckett meets Groundhog Day meets Pinocchio, set against a digital simulacra of the Tabernas Desert in Almería, Spain.

“Young Billy is standing, he is trying to remember. Standing so fine, all painted and shining, with his sailor’s cap. He should watch out for sunburn of course.” So begins Billy Takes A Break, a short from multidisciplinary artist Jack Jelfs that bundles together a miscellany of disparate references, including the infamously dense ideas of Deleuze & Guattari, the equally daunting novels of Samuel Beckett, Harold Ramis’s Groundhog Day and a formative Tarot reading, laying them out in a computer-generated approximation of the Tabernas Desert, located in the Spanish province of Almería. “The desert was used as a stand-in for the American southwest in a bunch of Spaghetti Western cowboy films made in the 60s and 70s, the term “spaghetti” refers to the Italian origin of many of the directors of the films, but most of the actual shooting locations were in Spain,” explains Jelfs. “There are even a few surviving film sets from that era that are now tourist attractions, with names like Fort Bravo and Western Leone. Something about the artificiality and incongruity of these fake towns, dry and dusty monuments to the illusion of cinema in the middle of the Spanish desert, really stuck with me.”

It’s this dichotomy between functional artifice and dysfunctional emptiness that the artist plays with throughout the course of the short. Billy, a gravity-defying contraption seemingly bolted together from rusted sheet metal, bent aerials and a satellite dish that does bear a passing resemblance to nautical headwear, is trapped in spatio-temporal loop by a disembodied narrator preoccupied with trying to define exactly what Billy is, oftentimes with complete disregard for Billy himself. “Billy is rotating,” says the voice, as Billy floats motionless. “Billy is covered in fog,” the voice attempts to claim, as a Spaghetti Western sun beats down on his metal exterior. In this way a tension develops between the narrator and the images we are presented with, as Jelfs zooms out and manipulates the digital topography of the piece, throwing the very parameters of the short into question. “I like works of fiction that knowingly point to the fact that what you’re experiencing is fiction,” he says. “I was thinking about Beckett’s trilogy of novels (Molloy, Malone Dies and The Unnameable) in which every character is a fictional creation of another, and all are ultimately trapped in their fictional condition. I’ve always loved the stories of Philip K. Dick too, which are never afraid to pick at the ontological boundaries of their worlds and characters.”

“Also in there somewhere is the story of Pinocchio,” Jack Jelfs continues, “the weird father-son relationship between Geppetto the puppet-maker and Pinocchio, the wooden boy he builds – who seeks an impossible transcendence from the limitations of his material condition.” A strange animosity develops between the narrator and Billy, with the disembodied voice describing “his little puppet head” and “his arms of string”, before sinisterly asserting: “he should watch out, if he knows what’s best.” It was from Jelfs’ dalliances with Tarot readings that the more menacing quality of Billy’s back and forth with the narrator became more developed. “I think the final influence came from doing a few tarot card readings early on in the process of developing the ideas,” the artist recalls. “From the Wheel of Fortune came the idea of being stuck in a Groundhog Day-like loop, the same situation repeating over and over.”

“The other important card was The Devil,” Jelfs explains. “I think that the voice, and maybe the landscape and computer-generated environment itself, are all aspects of some demonic force that keep Billy stuck there.” We bear witness to a kind of ontological torture that the narrator subjects Billy to when we are shown that Billy’s body is indeed hollow. “This house is empty,” asserts the narrator, thrusting functionality upon the negative space within the confines of Billy’s metal borders, before inserting said functionality into Billy-as-entity, “and here’s old Billy, standing so fine, all painted and shining,” before whipping Billy’s function and subjectivity out from under him, leaving him “an old, flattened ghost.” As the tension builds so too does Jack Jelfs’ score, which builds up speed as a galloping cowboy theme, tripping up over itself in rapid loops that glitch and stutter, continually deferring any euphoric release, leaving us trapped in built-up potential alongside poor Billy. “This is hopeless,” the narrator emphasises, “Billy looks sad.”

“From all of this came the figure of Billy,” concludes Jelfs. “A floating signifier (literally floating) and an empty, inanimate body, who’s stuck somewhere between a sci-fi film and a Spaghetti Western, jerked around like a puppet by an invisible agent, and inescapably trapped in both time and space. I’m not sure what he achieves at the end, if it’s death or transcendence or just a break. Whatever it is, it can be undone by just playing the film again.”

For more information about Jack Jelfs you can follow him on Instagram and visit his website.

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Frank Ocean – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
(Yo we going to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove (huh!)
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong (ain’t nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (ain’t nothing wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I)

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse]
I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate

Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

Better on me – Pitbull feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Pitbull – Better on me

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Got a room with a mirror on the roof
Down in the keys keys keys
And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer
To New Year’s Eve with Snoop and Latifah
I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro versuri-lyrics.info
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
You look better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on meee.
Pitbull lyrics
Video me

Nasty C – Check (feat. Erick Rush) (Bad Hair Extensions Album)

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I’m jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I’m working for Jigga
My life ain’t been the same since the season
Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
And I owe it to no nigga
My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song was Get Going, now I’m a go-getter
Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now, well this summer i’d get me killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I’m known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a ‘having loser’ written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it’s imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I’m connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 2: Erick Rush]
Look, I burst around
And make you break your fuckin’ neck
Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque
Ask the people who got it, they’ll tell you straight up to them necks
You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
Whoa, congratulations you could’ve been half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean… I been Magic since when they still had McGrady
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
Now when they debating about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on sports, I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles
I’m that one cousin up to what niggas done no
Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno
I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs
Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring
When I’d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always ask about my plans
I’m ’bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes
But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him…

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque

YoungRichChris – Digits lyrics

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But Aye aye aye aye i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 1]
Yeah,I keep them digits
I’m counting all of my chickens
I got theses hoes switchin’
And they washin my dishes
The loud got me trippin’
I’m Shootin’ up theses niggas like I’m Scottie Pippin yeah like Scottie
Pippin
Niggas tryin be in the wave
Yo bitch is my slave
She goin DatWay
I’ve been trappin all day
Niggas watch what they say
Got the money and the K
Theses Lil niggas playing games
Theses Lil niggas go insane
Fake niggas tellin stories
Talk about getting brain
Talk about getting brain
Yeah, Talk about gettin’ brain
I Knew this dude he was Spanish I mean he from Spain
He was on that purple rain
He been to bando
Niggas played him like a piano
He played them back like Nintendo
They asked what was his name and it was Fernando
I heard he been to Orlando
I know a dude named Orlando
Ight let just trap to bando

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 2-YRC]
Ooh,I feel Like Yatchy
I’m fuckin’ on theses thotties
Niggas gettin’ missin, they loses bodies
Ooh I’m whippin in my fucking Audi
I know Christmas passed but I want a bitch who is naughty
Not a bitch who is snotty
Yeah I want her to be bad & boujee I drop a 50 in some fucking blue chesse
I pipe it up and get it missin
I got bitches kissin
And they keep on switchin
My a-Game on twitch
Got so much money I might be rich
Theses fake niggas talkin’ shit
I got vans on my feet
Niggas trappin to beat
Man fuck a seat belt
Watch the fuckin seat melt
I ain’t no Christian but I pray before eat
I keep the key to the street
I keep the key to the street
Yeah,I keep the key to the street
I got the key to the street
Wait, i keep the key to the street?

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man, free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

PnB Rock – Range Rover (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these cups, all these bottles
All these drugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know he a lame
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super lit, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they’ll take your life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, now I could buy any whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunna

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

Looking Glass Band – Brandy

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

"Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

PnB Rock – Range Rover Lyrics

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these hooks, all these bottles
All these jugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know your lane
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super late, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they ain’t taking life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, I could buy a new whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunter

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober