Jaden Smith – Batman Remix Lyrics

Don’t think the album will sell
But this shit might fly off the shelf
Batman, Batman, Batman
We need to settle the scores
Jokers they still want a war
Hold up, I’m closing the doors
Batman, Batman, Batman
So fly that you mad at yourself
You the one who got the juice, city crying for your help
[Verse 2:Desiigner]
Yuh
Pick up a Panda and a Tesla
No bro only Batmobile
So rich but he can’t flex because is a hero
Like Batman
Uh Batman, save me from Lex Luthor
Invidious of Superman
But i will(boom) Super Girl like..[Chorus]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin’ dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin’ off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 look like a panda
Goin’ out like I’m Montana
Hundred killas, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin’ bar, candy
Man I’m the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me
Im the real hero like.. [Intro]
Yeah, yeah! [Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
Batman, Batman, Batman
Joker just put me on acid
Huh, you on the wave like a Maverick
You need to make something happen
Batman, Batman, Batman
Please put me on new fashion
Huh, I ain’t learn nothing since last year
You got the renegade fabrics
Batman, Batman, Batman
Please put me up on a Tesla (skrrt!)
I’m tryna be hella extra
Please hand-me-down a new sweatshirt
Batman, Batman, Batman
Heard that you ain’t got a mattress
Heard that you king of Manhattan (Queens)
So why you stay in the ‘Basas? Need me to shoot up the signal
I’ll be there to get the info
Skrrtin’ through the residential (skrrt!)
I wish it wasn’t plain and simple
Lemme pull up to the party, need like 35 credentials
[Hook]
Batman, Batman, Batman
Why you look flyer than hell? [Outro]
Batman, Batman, Batman
That was not part of the deal
You was protecting the bank and then you walked off with a mil’ Don’t think the album will sell
But this shit might fly off the shelf
Batman, Batman, Batman
So fly that you mad at yourself
You the one who got the juice, city crying for your help
[Pre-Hook]
Shooting up on Skid Row, out your window
Look and you could tell
Get it from under their spell
If I don’t do it, then who else? Batman, Batman, Batman
We need to settle the scores
Jokers they still want a war
Watch out, I’m closing the doors
Batman, Batman, Batman
I heard you married a Porsche
That shit is all in the past, plus we got very divorced
You ain’t ready for the war, Skywalker with the force
1, 2, 3, 4, D’artiste is making noise
In the suburbs with the boys, on a roll, no Royce
Had to save the day every single way, we don’t really got a choice
Batman, Batman, Batman
Please save the day from the demons
I was sleep and he was leaning
We drove right into a precinct
[Hook]
Batman, Batman, Batman
Why you look flyer than hell?

Kanye West – Father Stretch My Hands (Pt. 2) (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro]
(Perfect)
Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I go, I go, ay ay, I go
Up in the morning, miss you bad
Sorry I ain’t called you back
The same problem my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In what he dreamed
All his cash, market crashed
Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that
Drops some stacks pops is good
Momma pass in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Driving fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
‘Member we all was broke
‘Member I’m coming back
I’ll be taking all the stacks

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I’m the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

[Bridge: Kanye West]
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
Taking all the stacks, oh
Stacks, oh
Taking all the stacks, oh

[Verse 3: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner
Whole bunch of lavish shit
They be asking round town who be clappin shit
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killing on camera

[Bridge: Caroline Shaw]
How can I find you?
Who do you turn to?
How do I bind you?

[Outro: Pastor T. L. Barrett]
If I don’t turn to you
No other help I know, I stretch my hands