Vultures - John Mayer

All eyes is on me Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue Don't cry for me (This Chicago, nigga) (I want some Juice) I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures Big ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir" Hardest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first I put in my own work, better do your homework I can hear that money calling, I pick up the first ring What, you gon' charge that old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all your insurance up Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave, I don't care who she fuck Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city Why you DM'in' my bitch actin' like we fuck? These hoes below-semi Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari Never tell her "Sorry", this car a Ferrari Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi (This Chicago, nigga, go) Three gang leaders with me, all times I don't know who I fucked last night, I got Alzheimer's I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin' Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness How I'm anti-Semitic? I just fucked a Jewish bitch I just fucked Scooter's bitch and we ran up like Olympics Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it? Whose baby is it? My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace (With the trenches), Precious (with the trenches) Fuck it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist (With the trenches) I've been livin' reckless I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches) Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs Skinny pants flow, tell the hoe "No, I don't wanna fuck" She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry California nigga with some European freaks Badass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-E-East wanna lick on me Stick on me, even though I got security Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously Soon as I get back, trading in my Urus for the Puro' keys Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out We did that shit so differently and brilliantly Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG Fades in the backyard, no talking, take flight instantly Ayy Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Cool My nigga, that's drugs She snottin' that P out that D She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change Just like my exes, she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah Dolla done rather be fuckin' it up Still screamin' "Free TC, Melly, and Thug" Fuck the police, the DA and the judge Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs Can't be my main if we met in the club Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs Look it here, hoe, I don't wanna fuck Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck I'm shootin', game to light that- Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs Look it here, hoe, I don't wanna fuck Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck I'm shootin', game to light that- Game to light that- Game to light that- Game to light that- Game to light that- Game to light that-

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah

I'm not awake I'm not alone You're right beside my face Will you love me this way? 'Cause I'm dancing with my eyes closed It's okay, it's me, babe One more time for my taste One more time for my taste See me fall from your eyes to your waist One more time for my taste Drink this wine from your sweet, from your case I feel your love, I feel your faith always You're not awake You're not alone I'm calling off that fragile case Oh, baby Are you dancing with your eyes closed? It's okay, it's me, babe One more time for my taste I'll lick your wounds I'll lay you down One more time for my taste See me fall from your eyes to your waist One more time for my taste Drink this wine from your sweet, from your case I feel your love, I feel your faith always See me fall from your eyes to your waist I feel your love, I feel your faith always One more time for my taste One more time for my... One more time for my... One more time for my... One more time for my home I'll lick your wounds I'll lay you down I'll lick your wounds I'll lay you down I'll lick your wounds I'll lay you down I'll lay you down

Something's got a hold of me lately No, I don't know myself anymore Feels like the walls are all closing in And the devil's knocking at my door, whoa Outta my mind, how many times Did I tell you I'm no good at being alone? Yeah it's taking a toll on me, trying my best to keep From tearing the skin off my bones, don't you know I lose control When you're not next to me I'm falling apart right in front of you Can't you see? I lose control When you're not next to me Yeah, you're breaking my heart, baby You make a mess of me Problematic, problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit Bad habit's hard to break when I'm with you Yeah I know, I could do it on my own, but I want That real full moon black magic and it takes two Problematic, problem is When I'm with you I'm an addict And I need some release, my skin in your teeth Can't see the forest through the trees Got me down on my knees, darling please, oh I lose control When you're not next to me I'm falling apart right in front of you Can't you see? I lose control When you're not next to me Yeah, you're breaking my heart, baby You make a mess of me, yeah I lose control When you're not here with me I'm falling apart right in front of you Can't you see? I lose control When you're not here with me Yeah, you're breaking my heart, baby You make a mess of me

Through the Juno bush, you see her lips are miming Gwen Stefani The horizon takes a trip along her body Staring at the posters on your wall As they talk about my chances Boy, you're so tragic Your floor was damaged from months ago Where you dropped a hot comb dancing to neo-soul The trees are gold on your iPhone background Which is funny 'cause you cut down Like eight last spring for the view now How's it look, baby? How's it feel? Is it too much for you? Big fucking deal Me, me, me That's all we know Me, me, me That's all we know You might think you do But I bet you don't You might think you do But I bet you don't I heard you joined the peace corps Planting ferns and feeding the poor You're not so bad anymore Me, me, me That's all we know Me, me, me That's all we know You might think you do But I bet you don't You might think you do But I bet you don't