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untitled 07 I 2014 - 2016 (Clean) - Kendrick Lamar
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Egypt Dean
Egypt Dean
Vocals
Taz Arnold
Taz Arnold
Vocals
Thundercat
Thundercat
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Brock Korsan
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
Daveon Jackson
Daveon Jackson
Songwriter
Egypt Dean
Egypt Dean
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo
Cardo
Producer
Egypt Dean
Egypt Dean
Producer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Yung Exclusive
Yung Exclusive
Producer

Lyrics

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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 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, is where 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
Writer(s): Daveon Lamont Jackson, Ronald N. La Tour, Adam King Feeney, Stephen Lee Bruner, Egypt Dean, Brock F. Korsan, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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