Future – My Peak lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA (line up)
I don’t wanna hear about no masters (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster (okay, okay)
They gon’ point to Cuba when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin’ (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin’
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t f*ck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make donations till there’s reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing sh*t they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don’t f*ck with me

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some sh*t I love
Call up L.A. Reid an’ tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ on my own, I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do somethin’ to me
Tell ’em, “Do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life an’ I ain’t lose one
Nothin’ come for free, nothin’ come for free (nope)
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball an’ kick it, come an’ pump with me, hah

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

Future – My Peak (feat. Chance The Rapper & King Louie) lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA (line up)
I don’t wanna hear about no masters (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster (okay, okay)
They gon’ point to Cuba when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin’ (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin’
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t fuck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make them nations deal us reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing shit they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don’t fuck with me

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

[Verse 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some shit I love
Call up L.A. Reid and tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ my own I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do something to me, tell ’em “do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life and I ain’t lose one
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball and kick it, come and pump with me, ah

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no

Hoodie Allen – Fakin (3 verse version) Lyrics

[Hook]
Why you always fakin’ on the net though?
Why you always flexing for the timeline?
Fakin’, fakin’, fakin’
Where your friends go?
Why you taking pictures of me all night?
But I’m not that nice of a dude
I might have to be rude
Why you always begging me for rent though?
Why you, why you, why, why you fakin’ fakin’?

[Verse 1]
Why you always, why you always fucking on me?
Just let go me
I’m with my homies, and you don’t know me
We ain’t that close, bitch we ain’t that close
You should, you should already know
A-already know
You came into my party, asking for a plus-three
I’m like “are your friends bad?”
She replied “just trust me”
Feeling kinda Irish, I’m always getting lucky
So many girls call me daddy, I should fight for custody
My life like The Oscars, critics say it’s must see
All my haters love me, that’s why they never bug me
Your girl is probably going home with me ’cause you ugly
I’mma take her phone so she don’t got no pictures of me –
Paparazzi

[Hook]
Why you always fakin’ on the net though?
Why you always flexing for the timeline?
Fakin’, fakin’, fakin’
Where your friends go?
Why you taking pictures of me all night?
But I’m not that nice of a dude
I might have to be rude
Why you always begging me for rent though?
Why you, why you, why, why you fakin’, fakin’?

[Verse 2]
Why you always fakin’?
You must have been mistaken
I look like I’m a movie star, bitch I’m Kevin Bacon
I need more separation, so get these people off this
And I don’t lead the office without seven figure offers
Oh you wanna, Oh you wanna be my baby tonight
Oh you wanna, Oh you wanna come on this flight
Oh you wanna, Oh you wanna tell your friends what I’m like
Oh you wanna, Oh you wanna I’m really all about it, nah

[Hook]
Why you always fakin’ on the net though?
Why you always flexing for the timeline?
Fakin’, fakin’, fakin’
Where your friends go?
Why you taking pictures of me all night?
But I’m not that nice of a dude
I might have to be rude
Why you always begging me for rent though?
Why you, why you, why, why you fakin’, fakin’?

[Verse 3]
Fakin’ and bakin’
I’m done with the hand shaking
Dap it up on me we cool
Everything negative, you’re way too late again
Girls in they get in my pool
Fuck what you saying, I might be Jamaican
They tell me I’m some kind of jerk
Drop the beat I go berzerk
Homie I’m puttin’ in work
Got in my back again, still Billy Madison
Still eating lunch and dessert
People keep talking, their guns will be floppin’
I’m ignoring every word
Painting, I’m painting, I’m painting the picture
They tryin’ to tell me what it’s worth
I swear that I might be the dopest motherfucker off of this planet, on Earth
I did it since birth, I tell you my plans
It ain’t no secret that I’ve been the man
I am just saying this shit’s to be saying it
I am just saying it ’cause I c-can, ’cause I c-can
I’ll even stutter
These bitches don’t know you, they don’t even bother
‘Cause my bigget fan is also your mother
I swear they be playing this every summer, so

[Hook]
Why you always fakin’ on the net though?
Why you always flexing for the timeline?
Fakin’, fakin’, fakin’
Where your friends go?
Why you taking pictures of me all night?
But I’m not that nice of a dude
I might have to be rude
Why you always begging me for rent though?
Why you, why you, why, why you fakin’, fakin’?

[Outro]
Fakin’, Fakin’
Fakin’, Fakin’
Fakin’, Fakin’

DJ Esco – My Peak Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Super

[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of [?]
I don’t measure no more, pour it til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA
I don’t wanna hear about no masters
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster
They gon’ [?] the cuban when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ when I pass away
I just got a text that say keep goin’
I just got a check that say keep goin’
[?], [?]
Everything [?], phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t fuck with me
I’mma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make them nations deal us reparations
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon
I be doing shit they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be [?]

[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of [?]
I don’t measure no more, pour it til it’s pink
[As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
[As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no