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Russ - SHAKE THE SNOW GLOBE Album Lyrics



Russ - SHAKE THE SNOW GLOBE Lyrics






NEED A MINUTE

Yeah, yeah
Still in the basement
Just the basement's a little bit bigger now, hah
It's crazy
Yeah, let me talk to you
Yeah

I used to catch trains (yeah), now it's planes flyin'
Now I'm real estate and diamond chain buyin'
I used to count change, now it's eight-figure deals
And I spent about a million on the wheels (yeah)
I can't believe what I've achieved
I can't be damned, I need a minute
It's hittin' me way differently
This is a dream, I need a minute

Yeah
I'm havin' outer body moments in the town that got me
Heaven now, my house is godly
When they see me out, they stop me
Neighbors turn to paparazzi
Off the music pop-pop taught me
Pop up shops, they pop up promptly
This is what hip hop just brought me
I'm thankful, I'm grateful, I'm countin' my blessings
I rebuke you, bitch, I'm pure
I'm sage'ing all of my sessions
This is copyright retention, this is ownership expression
This is roll a quarter-pound and play a beat and write a message

I used to catch trains (yeah), now it's planes flyin'
Now I'm real estate and diamond chain buyin'
I used to count change, now it's eight-figure deals
And I spent about a million on the wheels (yeah)
I can't believe what I've achieved
I can't be damned, I need a minute
It's hittin' me way differently
This is a dream, I need a minute

Yeah, in my Moroccan room
F*ckin' a Moroccan who probably wouldn't f*ck if I was stuck still stockin' shoes
Oh, what the life after show arena, meet-ups
Overseas, Germany, rappers gettin' beat up
Fly to the next, on the jet, got my feet up
If you had a check, you would flex, you would be Russ
Rap game Jesus, stamped up, Visas
My house is a club, called "Liquor & Latinas"

I used to catch trains (yeah), now it's planes flyin'
Now I'm real estate and diamond chain buyin'
I used to count change, now it's eight-figure deals
And I spent about a million on the wheels (yeah)
I can't believe what I've achieved
I can't be damned, I need a minute
It's hittin' me way differently
This is a dream, I need a minute
Yeah
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Writer: Russell Vitale, Shalfi Edu
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




GUESS WHAT

Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin' photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how 'bout you?
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin' photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how 'bout you? (Yeah)
Guess what?

Race against your doubt, a lot of y'all ain't runnin' fast enough
I can spot a fake before we even finish dappin' up
Clappin' when they win, but when I win, they never clap it up
Parents marriage crumble, so I told my momma, "Pack it up"
Eat until I'm fat enough, rise again like Lazarus
They be thinkin' what I'm sayin', tell me how you mad at Russ?
Ooh, this pussy's good as f*ck, it's temptin' not to wrap it up
Bitch, I'm 'bout to block you 'cause that shit's gon' have me actin' up
Pass a blunt and laugh it up and celebrate my life
I want roses when I'm livin' not just roses when I die
This ain't somethin' I was given, had to take it, make it mine
Stay on office, keep on winnin', gotta make it, take it mine
I got many checks, I'm swimmin' in it
Henny sex, we hittin' different
Heavy chest, when Nipsey didn't
Make it through, give me a minute, damn
Only thinkin' vertical
Run the marathon from top to bottom on some personals
McLarens and convertibles, my Porsche's name is Perceval
I studied this shit inside out but I am not reversible
Livin' way too purposeful, my values ain't coercible
You made a hit but shit you probably still not reimbursable
Money every Friday, indie catalog, I'm versatile
My throwaways are hits for you, one day I might be merciful
Shootin' for the stars, I never hesitate, I'm first to pull
Y'all be with the common folk, I'm at the private terminal

Guess what? Yeah, I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin' photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how 'bout you?
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin' photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how 'bout you?
(Maybach Music)
Guess what?

Spend a quarter million on a coupe, guess what? (Guess what?)
MET gala, hunnid for the suit, bless us (bless us)
We burnin', never call a truce
So you never want a problem, just a legend how I move
Hairbrush me and Russ, comin' like we Dre and Snoop
'64 Impala, just they way we play with loot
Big bank ballin', in the paint, I'm known to shoot
Dolce & Gabbana or Versace be the move
It's no love for haters, so far from neighbors
Six chains swingin', make it so hard, don't trade us
Start off in AVIS, now it's the latest
Made top 5, in the south he the greatest
Thought I was minor, my thoughts were major
Call it designer, sharp as a razor
Your shit declinin', thought is would phase us
Call it vagina, your Uber is waitin'

Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin' photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how 'bout you?
Guess what? I just put my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin' photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control, though, how 'bout you?
Guess what?
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Writer: Jahaan Sweet, Matthew Samuels, Rick Ross, Russell Vitale
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




A LOT MORE

Yeah
I mean, I've been feelin' drained but
We still got a lot more left for y'all, you feel me?
You can never let 'em win
Yeah

I got a lot more livin' (c'mon)
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do

Yeah
I been crawlin' out the darkness for a couple months
It's at the point where you just look like sheep if you don't f*ck with Russ
Just tell the truth though, I'm a hundred with my shit
And your girl's pussy sayin' she be hummin' to my shit, uh
Money's just some paper, I be burnin' it down
Gettin' offers for three-fifty, I be turnin' it down
With no hesitance, connected with the God in me, I'm Heaven-sent
I know that everything I really need will be presented in its due time
Probably crossed a few lines
Truth is more important than your feelings, though
There's two kinds of people
Those who can't, those who can
Those that say that you are
Those who say, "Here I am"
I'm the latter, f*ck the chatter
Peep the scoreboard, bitch
You dropped a bucket in this summer
Man, it's sad 'cause you ain't really scored more since
More tints on the ride, presidential, I'm exclusive
Ain't nobody in my residential got a Buick

I got a lot more livin' (hahaha)
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do

Yeah, yeah
Brazilian women flockin', nice to meet ya
I'm just buzzin' off four of these Caipirinhas while eatin' coxinhas
Google Translatin', I need lovin'
If you pull up after 12, girl, you know that we f*ckin'
In my house, I'ma judge you off the moves that you make
Take your f*ckin' boots off, where the f*ck where you raised?
I'm in a space of serenity tryna focus on peace
I give everyone my all, it's time I focus on me
Turn my house to a resort, I got robes and maids
I got wives for the nights, and I got hoes for days
Lot of souls to save, lot of minds to free
I'm talkin' people off the ledge, shit, it's bigger than me
Put my mama on the beach, my bucket list is complete
Aside from trophies that I really can't control if I reach
Damn, I think I finally understand why they hatin' it
They mad that I beat the f*ckin' game without playin' it

I got a lot more livin' (yeah)
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
I got a lot more livin'
Lot more winnin' to do, to do
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Writer: Leigh Vincent Elliott, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Michael Summers, Russell James Vitale, Sean Momberger
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




CANT GO ON

Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause now I made it and I might just do the same (yeah, yeah)
This ain't healthy girl, this can't go on
I think I'm over it, this can't go on
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah
I know you're you but I'm me, that shit means some shit
I got a house with a studio, I dreamed this shit
I be locked in, phone off, hits gettin' made
I don't got time to play house and kids gettin' made
I got tapestries, I'm buyin' for Moroccan themed rooms
You got travesties of f*ckin' men for vodka and shrooms
Gossipin' too, as if I give a f*ck
I gave you dick and conversation, guess I gave too much
My friends say it's my fault, they say that I'm the problem
They say that if I don't want them attached, then I should dog 'em
But that's not in my nature, I swear that's not the real me
Even if I felt okay about it, mom would kill me
But first-class tickets and five-star rooms
Shouldn't make you think you 'bout to be a wife and me a groom
Raise your standards, raise your self-worth and life at
You shouldn't act like you come with a motherf*ckin' price tag, yeah

Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause now I made it and I might just do the same (yeah, yeah)
This ain't healthy girl, this can't go on
I think I'm over it, this can't go on
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)

Doo-doo
You really make it hard to stay (hard to stay)
Doo-doo
You need to understand your lane (your lane)

Yeah, yeah
Get a grip, fall back, be casual
We've only seen each other three times, act natural
Or rather, act neutral, I don't got the energy to deal with women how I used to
You need to chill the f*ck out
I mention how I saw you three times, guess we struck out
Your overbearin' ways made the patience in me run out
I finally got sometime to myself, ain't no time for your shit
You not my mom, you not my girl and we not datin' so just dip
Call a Lyft, I heard Uber's racist
Yeah, the head is good, but you're not who I chose to mate with
I need my space is indicative, you can't handle boundaries
You keep blurrin' lines, I've had enough of all your drama and disturbin' mind, yeah

Baby, baby why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause now I made it and I might just do the same (yeah, yeah)
This ain't healthy girl, this can't go on
I think I'm over it, this can't go on
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Curtis Colbert, Harriet M. Hurst, Russell James Vitale
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




ASSHOLE

People tell me I'm a asshole
Tell me something that I don't know
Ask me how I'm so casual
I don't know, it comes natural
People tell me I'm a asshole
Tell me something that I don't know
Ask me how I'm so casual
I don't know, it comes natural

Uh, never take a rest day, million dollar sensei
Your boyfriend couldn't f*ck with me on his best day
I be wearin' diamonds, y'all be wearin' rhinestones
Y'all be in the same place, I be switchin' time zones
Everyday I celebrate, everyday a milestone
When my phone vibrate, y'all be gettin' dial tones
I don't wanna talk to niggas I done passed up
Please respect my space like NASA
Don't say shit when I go in public
When I'm in your presence, so disgusted
I don't feel your energy, I hope it doesn't rub off on me
Please don't touch me, me and you have nothin' in common
I'm so disgusted, it makes me wanna vomit
If you have my number, please go delete that
I'ma always see that it's positive feedback

People tell me I'm a asshole
Tell me something that I don't know
Ask me how I'm so casual
I don't know, it comes natural
People tell me I'm a asshole
Tell me something that I don't know
Ask me how I'm so casual
I don't know, it comes natural

Yeah, yeah,
Executive visions of bettin' and winnin'
Women stressin' and trippin', bet you regret your decision
I'm just too honest, you're too fragile, you call me asshole, I love it
If I call and you decline it, try to call me back, I dub it
You're an asshole (yeah)
Go ahead and just say it, you're an asshole
I can tell you've been waitin', I'm an asshole
Or really it's you, 'cause if I did you how you do me you would be one too
So this is f*ck everybody energy that I'm on
Always told me that I'd be me when I'm on
So I'm still me, it's still f*ck you if you not
On team R-U-Double S with the yacht
In his brain way before he made a paddle boat
That's a lot of time between, had to battle hope
That's how it goes, they don't approach if they not benefittin'
I'm at they throats, Milan's tote got a weapon in it
You know my life by itself is a lot to handle
Payroll so full like a gospel sample
Let alone my career, with my peers in this shit
Clown for a year and disappear real quick (yeah)
When I say the truth it's like they fear that shit
Cool, drown on their boats, I'ma steer my ship
Just watch, they gon' try and ride the wave
They gon' double back on statements, tryna hide the hate, f*ck it
Trustin' season is a wrap
I'm up in every meeting with a bat
And I'm comin' back
It's a joke, not literally, figuratively
Sometimes I think if I was quiet, how much bigger I'd be
But then I'm livin' for y'all, not livin' for me
Couple million dollar difference ain't a difference to me
Got a really big bank, but I ain't afraid to blow it
Bitch I love me to death and I ain't afraid to show it

People tell me I'm a asshole
Tell me something that I don't know
Ask me how I'm so casual
I don't know, it comes natural
People tell me I'm a asshole
Tell me something that I don't know
Ask me how I'm so casual
I don't know, it comes natural
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Writer: Nnabugwu George Thompson, Russell Vitale, Shalfi Edu
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




NIGHTTIME (Interlude)

And when the nighttime comes
We don't bite our tongues
We gon' let that shit fly tonight
Singing songs that we love
Soon enough we make up
We gon' let that shit die tonight

Do you understand my love?
Please don't look at me and shrug
I've been trying more than ever
If this doesn't last forever
Least we spent the time we did
Helped each other through our shit
Yeah, yeah

Do you understand my love?
Please don't look at me and shrug
I've been trying more than ever
If this doesn't last forever
Least we spent the time we did
Helped each other through our shit
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I'm rollercoastin'
In my Holy Ghost and
Singing only portions
Can't avoid emotions
But we try our hardest
To hide regardless
Now it's been so long
We don't know where our heart is

Yeah, I'm rollercoastin'
In my Holy Ghost and
Singing only portions
Can't avoid emotions
But we try our hardest
To hide regardless
Now it's been so long
We don't know where our heart is

And when the nighttime comes
We don't bite our tongues
We gon' let that shit fly tonight
Singing songs that we love
Soon enough we make up
We gon' let that shit die tonight

Girl, come here and stop playing with me
This shit is dumb, why the f*ck you think you laying with me?
Bitch, you the one, why the f*ck you think you staying with me?
'Cause I want you and nobody else

You-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh

And when the nighttime comes
We don't bite our tongues
We gon' let that shit fly tonight
Singing songs that we love
Soon enough we make up
We gon' let that shit die tonight

Another one of my hoes is gone, is gone, is gone
Another one of my hoes is gone, is gone, is gone

Do you understand my love?
Please don't look at me and shrug
I've been trying more than ever
If this doesn't last forever
Least we spent the time we did
Helped each other through our shit
Yeah, yeah

And when the nighttime comes
We don't bite our tongues
We gon' let that shit fly tonight
Singing songs that we love
Soon enough we make up
We gon' let that shit die tonight
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: George Stone, Robyn Fenty, Russell Vitale, Shama Joseph, Shontelle Layne, Theron Thomas, Timothy Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing




ALL TO YOU

(feat. Kiana Ledé)

[Russ & Kiana Ledé:]
Ooh, uh, yeah
I swear that I wanted you for all of my life, yeah
I gave my all to you
Ooh, uh, yeah
I swear that I wanted you for all of my life, yeah
I gave my all to you

[Russ:]
I just want us, girl, you know I got us
Anything you need, my baby
I'm not tossin', your perfection's obvious
I need you to breathe, my baby (Yeah)
When I'm losin' it, I find my way by losin' it in you
I'm countin' down from three, and you start movin' in by two
With open arms before I go off-course
Before the pain gets way too much, before I call off tour
And yeah, my family loves you, even though we split the time
I'm servin' life for love, the punishment don't fit the crime
I'm just lyin' 'cause this ain't punishment, this is a suitable test now
This ain't punishment, this is a beautiful mess
You are me and I am you, yeah, we got mutual stress
You lay me down when I walk in, then I let you do the rest

[Russ & Kiana Ledé:]
Ooh, uh, yeah
I swear that I wanted you for all of my life, yeah
I gave my all to you
Ooh, uh, yeah
I swear that I wanted you for all of my life, yeah
I gave my all to you

[Kiana Ledé:]
Toe dipped in the water
I can't let it go much deeper, baby
Long as you can promise
Guarantee that we won't sink, my baby, yeah
I know I may be soundin' redundant
Truth is that I need to hear it at least a couple times
Just love me, say you got me
Let me hear it in abundance, baby

[Russ & Kiana Ledé:]
Ooh, uh, yeah
I swear that I wanted you for all of my life, yeah
I gave my all to you
Ooh, uh, yeah
I swear that I wanted you for all of my life, yeah
I gave my all to you
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Russell Vitale, Kiana Lede Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




SHOTS

No one told me that these shots start addin' up (no)
No one told me I should stop, that I've had enough
And I'm a little f*cked up but I think I'll be okay
Either way I'll be back, tomorrow's another day (yeah, yeah)

Yeah
Yeah, I'm nicked up and I'm bruised
From the shit pumped through the news
Need my dick sucked before noon
Need a twist up around two
If I give up then I lose, so I sit up make a move
Need to drink up, make a tune
What I think of comes true
So let me focus
You talkin' way too much, it's midnight let me roll this
Unless you tryna f*ck, don't hit me up, you know this
I know it's harsh but life is different now
You view as a picture now, this isn't how I picture now
Sun is shinin' in the studio and I don't got no windows
Those are just my angels, I'm surrounded, they just tip top
They might subtle but to death
So I don't think it's fair to say that life is unfair, yeah

No one told me that these shots start addin' up (no)
No one told me I should stop, that I've had enough
And I'm a little f*cked up but I think I'll be okay
Either way I'll be back, tomorrow's another day (yeah, yeah)

Somewhere eatin' pasta, countin' lot of dollars
Movin' like a politician, don't approach me
I'm at the Kahala, smokin', eatin' guava
This is what you call the life if you know me
Then you right here smokin', eatin' guava, laughin' with me too (it's true, yeah)
I thought I was gonna die around the time that I made ZOO (it's true, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I kept a smile plastered
Let's switch shoes, me and you, we gon' see who runs a mile faster
I bet it's me, you think I'm sellin' dog food how they jealous of my pedigree
They shot me I ain't rest in peace, I'm still standin'

No one told me that these shots start addin' up (no)
No one told me I should stop, that I've had enough
And I'm a little f*cked up but I think I'll be okay
Either way I'll be back, tomorrow's another day (yeah, yeah)
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Writer: Russell Vitale, Benjamin Lasnier, Ramon Ibanga Jr., Lasse Qvist
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




PATIENCE

Yeah, this could take some time
My heart is in demand
Don't leave and you'll see why
I'm broken in all these ways
Please, love, just give me patience
I'm broken in all these ways
Please, love, just give me patience (yeah)
Love is complicated

Had to remind myself
Had to refine myself
Had to refine myself
Had to define myself
Had to resign myself
Had to rely on myself
Got a lot of shit I don't even want
I'm sendin' everything back though
All the energy I don't even want
I'm sendin' everything back though
Even though I brought it on myself
I'm sendin' everything back though

Yeah, give me patience as I navigate this
Phases, hopefully up on his way out, like stories in Vegas
No more secrets like Papa Roach, I'ma cop a Ghost
Hit the Galapagos, lose track of time as if my watch is broke
Impossible is my current address
Lettin' people get too close is my current regret
F*ck it, yeah
Your moms heard about me
27 tomorrow, my mom's worried about me, yeah

Yeah, this could take some time (my fault)
My heart is in demand (yeah)
Don't leave and you'll see why
I'm broken in all these ways
Please, love, just give me patience
I'm broken in all these ways
Please, love, just give me patience
Love is complicated

Yeah, she's overwhelmed but that comes with the dinner
Dealin' with losers in they feelings, that comes with the winner
She's fallin' quicker than usual, hopin' it's mutual
She got options, he's got options, she's hopin' he's suitable
This is new for her, she's never f*cked with no one that can do what he can do for her
Not talkin' 'bout the money, talkin' 'bout how he can groove with her
She be introverted, he be huggin' her, huh
She be shy as hell but he be f*ckin' her, uh
She's in heaven, never loved until he came along
He wrote love songs 'bout it and she sang along
Picture perfect, that's accordin' to the versions, that's the problem, though
Feelings growin' fast, she's tryna stop 'em though
She don't trust him all the way
She knows that he's entertainin', bitches that he shouldn't
They can't f*ck with her, she's demonstratin' self-preservation, uh
Utilisin' patience, even though she wants him badder than ever
Like a vacation that he's never had

Yeah, this could take some time (except for that one little time)
My heart is in demand
Don't leave and you'll see why
I'm broken in all these ways
Please, love, just give me patience
I'm broken in all these ways
Please, love, just give me patience
Love is complicated
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jacob Wilkinson-Smith, Jun Ha Kim, Nicole Curry, Ramon Jr. Ibanga, Russell James Vitale
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING




I THOUGHT YOU GOT ME

Thought you got me, thought you're not like the rest
Thought you want me, thought you wanted what's best
It was all for the games, I don't know what it was
If I saw you today, I think all I would say is
Thought you got me, thought you're not like the rest
Thought you want me, thought you wanted what's best
It was all for the games, I don't know what it was
If I saw you today, I think all I would say is

It's betrayal 'cause I trusted you it won't happen' again
I've forgive an enemy before I forgive a friend (yeah)
One, is breaking a code, one, is actin' in character
I won't do you how you did me, I won't laugh and embarrass ya
I was raised better (definitely), you just evil, I'm the shit, before the eight letter (G)
You showed yourself at last, like the late Etta James
I'm awake gettin' brain, but my minds on "How were you fake to my face?"
Light a J, grab a bottle, pour it up, drink it straight
I can't wait to never hear from you, I was really here for you (yeah)
You were never here for me (facts), you were clearly here for you
I promise this ain't magic when you see me disappear from you
I just watched Hustle & Flow, but this ain't no trick
You tried to take everything away from me, I take offence
What's trust? Now I gotta start from scratch
Wish you stabbed me in the heart, and not the back

Thought you got me, thought you're not like the rest
Thought you want me, thought you wanted what's best
It was all for the games, I don't know what it was
If I saw you today, I think all I would say is
Thought you got me, thought you're not like the rest
Thought you want me, thought you wanted what's best
It was all for the games, I don't know what it was
If I saw you today, I think all I would say is

Yuh, yeah
They say it'll make me batter man
If I forgive you, but frankly I never can
I'm a frequent flyer to places you never been
You in conversations talkin' 'bout people you never spend, uh
I caught the hints late, all women lie and men fake
You was my old dog, like Larenz Tate
Thought my relationships was in shape
Guess I was blind, 'cause bonds grow strong, and then break, yeah
How you kickin' me while I'm down?
I blame me, 'cause all you did to me I allow
What's crazy is, you never figured we run the town
I bet you take it back, you could've picture me where I'm now
Watch who you call a friend
The game filled with snakes, who use real as a shield to conceal their face
So if you ask me with love, then I still would say, "What's love?"
Love is whatever, you can still betray

Thought you got me, thought you're not like the rest
Thought you want me, thought you wanted what's best
It was all for the games, I don't know what it was
If I saw you today, I think all I would say is
Thought you got me, thought you're not like the rest
Thought you want me, thought you wanted what's best
It was all for the games, I don't know what it was
If I saw you today, I think all I would say is
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Writer: Russell Vitale, Amos Watson Roddy, Jeremie Pennick, Jonah Antonsson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC




FOOT ON THE GAS

Yeah
Mama wants to go out, break bread
Told her that I need to take a gun, they want me dead
She don't want no part of that
Told her it's a part of this
Almost has a heart attack every time I acknowledge it
Told her that I'm sorry, it's just how it goes
But even if they take me out this life, they can't take me out this soul
I can never fold, I'ma go harder than ever
I'ma make it through the pain, I'ma weather the weather
Go to Bali just because, buy Ferraris just because
Blow a hundred leaf, f*ck a Maserati in the club
Just because I'm alive, I'ma own it
Memories are just the times we recognize the moment
So I'ma take the jet to Vegas, put my family on it
Appreciate the people that you got while you can hold 'em
It ain't about your lay up, blog, or your designer
We shouldn't need no wake up call, f*ck a reminder (yeah)

Sometimes something happens and you just hope that it's one time
At least your foot is on the gas, you know it's crunch time
I think we'll always feel that we don't have enough time
So foot the gas (on the gas)
On my mama, swear to God I'ma ball
Keep my foot the gas (gas)
'Cause you never know when your number's called

Mix Henny with the juice
Leave my life in the booth
Point blank with the truth
That's me
Love yourself, make a move
To yourself, you should prove
F*ck the rest, let 'em snooze
Let 'em sleep

And live life to the fullest
Try not to let it end with a knife or a bullet
'Cause there's no sequel
If you wanna stay peaceful, you hang around positive people
Somebody who needs you would truly be hurt
Cryin' while identifyin' a bloody t-shit
You gotta put me first, that means you, mayne
You only live once, don't be a dunce, dawg, do things
Get fired up like butane, get up and get out
Doin' something that's holdin' you back, cut that shit out
What you fussin' about?
Complainin' changes nada
I know I'm not your father but you gotta try harder
'Cause

Sometimes something happens and you just hope that it's one time
At least your foot is on the gas, you know it's crunch time
I think we'll always feel that we don't have enough time
So foot the gas (on the gas)
On my mama, swear to God I'ma ball
Keep my foot the gas (gas)
'Cause you never know when your number's called
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Russell Vitale, Devin Copeland
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




MOMMA

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Every once in a while, you gotta unjade and just
Shake the snow globe, yeah

You ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it (one more time)
We ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it

Yeah, smoking weed while on ATV's while driving past the camels
My mommas Instagram account looks like the travel channel (facts)
Pyramid snapping from hearing me rapping, it happened
No obstacles because my face starts staring me past, I'm laughing
'Cause you hate me, all because your girlfriend wants to f*ck
And CNN want to talk and take me, its crazy
I'm disregarding you, my mommas advise is energy wise, that I should put a jar on you (trapped)
You can't get to me, like nana's secret recipes
I'm somewhere on a yacht, tequila shots around the seven seas
Memories over money, uh (yeah)
Liquor over beer
If you can see it from the front you know its bigger in the rear
Yeah you know its fat (you know its fat)
I like my women built like Doja Cat
I told her that, ain't no holding back
Bitch I'm lit, this is it
Everything that I shop for, I bought my mom the dream houses that she shopped for

You ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it (one more time)
We ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it

Yeah, I'm well protected, well dressed, well invested
With a classic debut that's why I still rock the necklace
Still f*ck my ex bitch
Don't worry it be random, I can't help it though
Pussy hits different in the mansion
Santorini tannin', momma order baklava
Frank is out here introducing people to the octagon
I'm just tryna not piss of my neighbors and the soccer moms
I'm adding basketball courts and pools just for the ambiance
Let me live, I'm twenty six I'm on some rich shit
Models pulling up, we getting drunk, I made us gimlets
Write 'em off as business, expenses, I'm pensive
'Cause when she say she f*cks with me, I can't tell if she meant it
F*ck it (f*ck it)
The whole city had it (true)
Gary V hitting me, new investments, I throw fifty at it (true)
My dog hit me when I got the call, Nipsey rest in peace
Told me, Alicia Keys told him that my mom's pretty

You ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it (one more time)
We ain't gotta cry no more momma (no)
I did it (I did it)
And we don't gotta chase out dream no more momma
We live it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ady Suleiman, Edward Black, Russell Vitale
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




CIVIL WAR

Man, that shit was stupid

Yeah, come on



Call my phone (yeah)

I don't wanna text you anymore

I just wanna stop this civil war, baby, please (please)

Call my phone

I don't wanna text you anymore

I just wanna stop this civil war, baby, please (please)



Yeah, he don't wanna call it quits, she don't wanna call it quits

Even though they both been screamin'

Both got reasons, yeah-yeah

Never turn your back on love, been with you from the jump

Even though they both been screamin'

Both got reasons, yeah-yeah

Every night, it's the same old thing

F*ck and fight, it's the same old thing

Wake up, make up, repeat

Both of them say, put the blame on me

He be actin' so prideful, stop

She be actin' so prideful, stop

Wake up, make up, repeat

Both of them say, put the blame on me



Call my phone (yeah)

I don't wanna text you anymore

I just wanna stop this civil war, baby, please (please)

Call my phone

I don't wanna text you anymore

I just wanna stop this civil war, baby, please (please)



Yeah, they been sparring seein' which one's gonna drop first

Doesn't matter 'cause they both got hurt, clockwork

How they all over each other's sixes?

No amount of blunts or Henny is gonna fix this

Get to the core of it, talk, start explorin' it

They so out of tune wit' each other, they ignorin' it

Actin' like the problems ain't there, stick around outta fear

Of startin' over wit' someone and wastin' another year



Call my phone (yeah)

I don't wanna text you anymore

I just wanna stop this civil war, baby, please (please)

Call my phone

I don't wanna text you anymore

I just wanna stop this civil war, baby, please (please)



And they try, they stuck through it, they cut through it

If that ain't work, they f*ck through it

If that ain't work, they f*ck through it

If that ain't work, they f*ck through it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jahaan Sweet, Matthew Samuels, Ramon Ibanga Jr., Russell Vitale
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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Shake the Snow Globe (stylized in all caps) is the fourteenth studio album by American rapper Russ. It was released on January 31, 2020 through Diemon and Columbia Records. The deluxe edition was later released on May 19, 2020.

It features guest appearances from Benny the Butcher, Bia, Boogie, Bugus, Devin the Dude, Kiana Ledé, Rick Ross, and Ty Dolla Sign. The production on the album was mostly handled by Russ, but also featured production by Boi-1da, Illmind, Scott Storch, Sevn Thomas, Jahaan Sweet and Murda Beatz among others.

Shake the Snow Globe was supported by four singles: "Civil War", "Paranoid", "Summer at 7" and "Best on Earth". The album received critical acclaim reviews from music critics and was also a commercial success.

The album opened at number four on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 63,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Performed By: Russ
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 61:06
Released: January 31st, 2020
Year: 2020

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