F*ck Eagles, Fuck You

(Verse 1) Yo, I’m reppin’ the Burgundy and Gold, yeah, I’m proud, But that NFC Championship got me loud, Eagles swooped in, stole the crown, left me mad, Now I’m spittin’ these bars, yeah, I’m feelin’ so bad. Fuck Eagles. Fuck you. Y’all think y’all fly, But you’re just birds in the sky, I ain’t gonna lie. Commanders nation, we bleed for the team, But that loss still stings like a bad dream. (Chorus) Fuck Eagles. Fuck you. Y’all ain’t the best, Stealing wins from the East, put my heart to the test. Commanders rise, we’ll be back for the throne, But for now, Eagles, you can leave us alone. (Verse 2) Hurts with the legs, yeah, he ran all day, But next season, we comin’, gonna make y’all pay. Terry McLaurin, we got the weapons in store, Eagles fans talkin’, but y’all still a bore. Fuck Eagles. Fuck you. Y’all chirpin’ too loud, But the DMV’s hungry, we’re breakin’ the crowd. Ron Rivera’s got the plan, we’ll rebuild the scheme, Next time we meet, it’s a whole new dream. (Chorus) Fuck Eagles. Fuck you. Y’all ain’t the best, Stealing wins from the East, put my heart to the test. Commanders rise, we’ll be back for the throne, But for now, Eagles, you can leave us alone. (Bridge) Yeah, I’m salty, I’m bitter, I’m hurtin’ inside, But my love for the Commanders, it’s nationwide. Eagles fans laughin’, but the future’s bright, We’ll soar higher than y’all, just wait, we’ll take flight. (Outro) Fuck Eagles. Fuck you. This ain’t goodbye, Commanders nation, we’ll never die. Burgundy and Gold, we’ll rise from the flame, Eagles, remember this—we’re comin’ for the game

[Verse 1] He came down the escalator, with a promise in his hand, Said, “I’ll make this country greater, gonna take a stand.” From the heart of New York City to the White House lawn, Big Don rolled up his sleeves, and the work got done. [Pre-Chorus] Taxes got lower, jobs came back, Put America first, got us on the right track. He stood tall, didn’t back down, Big Don’s the man who turned it around. [Chorus] Big Don saved America, made it great again, Took on the swamp, and he cleaned up the den. Deported the criminals, stood up to the thugs, Punked the world’s leaders with his tough-guy hugs. From the factories to the farms, he brought back the pride, Big Don’s America, we’re riding the tide! [Verse 2] He built up the border, said, “Enough’s enough,” No more illegal crossings, we’re callin’ their bluff. He took on the dictators, didn’t flinch or fear, Told ‘em, “Play by our rules, or you’ll disappear.” [Pre-Chorus] He brought back the jobs, made the economy soar, Put America first, like never before. He fought for the workers, the forgotten, the small, Big Don’s the hero who stood for us all. [Chorus] Big Don saved America, made it great again, Took on the swamp, and he cleaned up the den. Deported the criminals, stood up to the thugs, Punked the world’s leaders with his tough-guy hugs. From the factories to the farms, he brought back the pride, Big Don’s America, we’re riding the tide! [Bridge] He’s the voice of the people, the man of the hour, Turned the White House into a fortress of power. With a tweet and a deal, he changed the game, Big Don’s legacy will never be the same. [Chorus] Big Don saved America, made it great again, Took on the swamp, and he cleaned up the den. Deported the criminals, stood up to the thugs, Punked the world’s leaders with his tough-guy hugs. From the factories to the farms, he brought back the pride, Big Don’s America, we’re riding the tide! [Outro] So here’s to Big Don, the man who stood tall, He answered the call, and he gave it his all. From the heartland to the cities, we’re singing his song, Big Don’s America, where we all belong!

(Verse 1) Rollin' down the streets in my Ford King Ranch, 6.7 lifted diesel truck, yeah, I'm in the fast lane. Cruisin' with power, the engine roars loud, A beast on the road, got the whole town wowed. Big tires grippin' the asphalt, nothin' can stop, This truck's a symbol of strength, a king at the top. With the diesel engine, it's a force to be reckoned, I'm rollin' in style, turnin' heads, no second guessin'. (Chorus) I got that Ford King Ranch, 6.7 diesel ride, Lifted high, makin' waves, can't deny. When I pull up, you know it's real tough, Ain't nothin' gonna stop this beast, it's rough. (Verse 2) Interior plush, leather seats all around, Comfort and luxury, yeah, that's how I get down. The King Ranch emblem, it's a mark of prestige, I step in this truck, I feel like a king, at ease. Haulin' heavy loads, this truck's got the might, Towin' through the night, always ready for a fight. From the country roads to the urban streets, My Ford King Ranch, it's the truck that competes. (Chorus) I got that Ford King Ranch, 6.7 diesel ride, Lifted high, makin' waves, can't deny. When I pull up, you know it's real tough, Ain't nothin' gonna stop this beast, it's rough. (Bridge) Through the mud and the dirt, this truck don't care, It's built for adventure, it's always prepared. Off-road capabilities, takin' on any terrain, With my King Ranch, I'm ridin' without any strain. (Verse 3) It's more than just a truck, it's a way of life, A symbol of hard work, conquering every strife. I'm proud of my ride, it's a statement of pride, A Ford King Ranch, it's a beast by my side. So when you see me rollin' in this diesel machine, Know that I'm livin' life, fulfillin' my dream. With my Ford King Ranch, I'm reachin' for the stars, A lifted diesel truck, takin' me far. (Chorus) I got that Ford King Ranch, 6.7 diesel ride, Lifted high, makin' waves, can't deny. When I pull up, you know it's real tough, Ain't nothin' gonna stop this beast, it's rough. (Outro) In my Ford King Ranch, I'm cruisin' with pride, This lifted diesel truck, it's a part of my stride. From the city streets to the open range, My King Ranch keeps rollin', ready for any change.

Friends of the Enemy (Verse 1) Yo, rollin’ through the block with that cold, hard stare, These fools at my door, like they own the whole air, Talkin’ ‘bout they tight, but man, they just leech, My dad’s too friendly, got ‘em eatin' off my peach. They swing by daily, like it's all good vibes, But I peep the scheme, I know how they connive, Pops got that heart, but he blind to the snakes, While I’m grindin' for the bread, they just takin' the cakes. (Chorus) Friends of the enemy, fuck that fake kin, Smilin' in my face, but I know the game they in, That father a punk, tryna flex on my pride, But I’m ready to ride, with my crew by my side. (Verse 2) They poppin’ off like they tough, actin' hard on the scene, But they soft as a pillow, just a bunch of has-beens, Thinkin' they ballin’, but they slippin' on the grind, While I’m hustlin' wit’ purpose, they just wastin’ their time. See that dad, he a clown, tryin’ to run the block, But I’m the real deal, got my crew on lock, Got my hustle tight, man, I ain’t lookin' back, While they frontin’ like wolves, but they softer than a crack. (Chorus) Friends of the enemy, fuck that fake kin, Smilin' in my face, but I know the game they in, That father a punk, tryna flex on my pride, But I’m ready to ride, with my crew by my side. (Bridge) Yo, I see the envy, I feel the tension rise, While they playin’ nice, I got that fire in my eyes, They wanna roll with my fam, but they ain't got the right, I’m the king of this jungle, bringin’ truth to the fight. (Verse 3) So I’m watchin’ my back, got my senses on alert, While they smilin’ like fools, tryin’ to undermine the hurt, But I won't let it slide, man, I’ll put ‘em on blast, Can’t be trustin' these bitches, gotta break ‘em fast. So if they comin’ at me, better come correct, 'Cause I’m livin' that street life, with mad respect, I’ll expose all their lies, let the truth unfold, In this cold, hard world, gotta be bold. (Chorus) Friends of the enemy, fuck that fake kin, Smilin' in my face, but I know the game they in, That father a punk, tryna flex on my pride, But I’m ready to ride, with my crew by my side. (Outro) So remember this lesson, it’s a cautionary tale, Not all that glitters shines, some fools just pale, I’m out here grindin’, keepin’ my circle tight, With the real ones beside me, ready to fight

Vers 1 Daniel og Jenny, de var unge og fri, Var kjærlighet nok, eller var det bare tid? De delte drømmer, trodde det var sant, Men snart kom tvilen som en kald, hard vant. Jenny var søt, men hun spilte et spill, Så mange ganger hun brøt det han ville til. Daniel merket det, så han tok et valg, Han visste at han fortjente mer enn det. Refreng Så han sa: "Fuck den bitchen der", Med et smil på leppene og blikket klart og nær. Han slo opp, han fant en ny vei, En bedre jente som var mer som han, åh, så grei. Vers 2 Men Jenny, hun visste det var over nå, Skulle hun kjempe, eller bare gå? En natt kom stormen, brant alt hun hadde, Huset hennes falt, men hva var det hun tenkte? Alt var i ruiner, som et symbol på alt, Det brant, og med flammene gikk alt hun hadde malt. Daniel var langt bort, i armene på en ny, En bedre fremtid, og det var nok for han, det var klart som bly. Refreng Så han sa: "Fuck den bitchen der", Med et smil på leppene og blikket klart og nær. Han slo opp, han fant en ny vei, En bedre jente som var mer som han, åh, så grei. Bro Kanskje det var skjebnen, kanskje det var spill, Men nå er Daniel lykkelig, han er ferdig med still. Jenny har sitt, men hun vet innerst inne, At hun brente broer som aldri kan vinne. Refreng Så han sa: "Fuck den bitchen der", Med et smil på leppene og blikket klart og nær. Han slo opp, han fant en ny vei, En bedre jente som var mer som han, åh, så grei. Outro Og så lever Daniel livet, i lyset av en ny vår, Jenny står alene, med flammene som et spor.

“Fk Your M3”** (Hard gangsterrap med pop-hooks) Vers 1 (Mathias) Jeg kjører 922, Turbo S, faen det går fort, Ser Helle på Insta, tenker: “Shit, jeg må få gjort!” Hun bor i Bergen, men faen heller, jeg flyr, Silje ringer meg, men jeg sier: “Hold kjeft, jeg er på styr.” Helle er fin, hun er classy, men også bad, Ser på hennes M3, men jeg vil heller se henne naken i min pad. Lillebror? Han er seksten, en liten drittunge, Han tror han har sjans, men sorry, hun vil ikke ha noen unge. Refreng (Pop) F**k your M3, hopp inn i min Porsche, Vi ruller over fjellet, glemmer alt det dårlige. Helle, det er oss, vi setter flammer på veien, Silje kan grine, men jeg driter i hele greien. Vers 2 (Mathias) Silje er fake, hun maser hele tida, Helle skriver “Hva skjer?” og jeg kjenner adrenalina. Du vet jeg tar sjanser, faen heller, jeg går all in, Hva skal jeg med drama når jeg kan få henne inn? Jeg ser deg i Bergen, G80 er grei, Men det er deg jeg vil ha, fuck bilen din, baby, det er bare deg og meg. Vi flørter i DMs, sender meldinger om natta, Og hver gang jeg ser deg, jeg tenker: “Silje, dra til helvete, jeg må fatte!” Refreng (Pop) F**k your M3, hopp inn i min Porsche, Vi ruller over fjellet, glemmer alt det dårlige. Helle, det er oss, vi setter flammer på veien, Silje kan grine, men jeg driter i hele greien. Bridge (Mathias om lillebror) Lillebror? Hold kjeft, du vet ingenting, Du snakker om Helle som om hun bryr seg om din ting. Du er en drittunge, jeg er kongen her, Jeg har Porschen, pengene, og faen meg ingen konkurranse der. Du spiller PS5 mens jeg spiller i ekte liv, Helle vil ha en mann, ikke en gutt som leker å bli. Vers 3 (Mathias) Helle, du vet jeg er the real deal, Silje står i bakgrunnen og griner som en liten p**l. Jeg driter i hva de sier, la dem prate piss, Vi kan stikke sammen, baby, bygge vår egen business. Fra Bergen til Stavanger, jeg tar deg med på tur, Du i min passasjersete, vi lar alt annet bli blur. Jeg trenger ingen andre, bare deg og en full tank, Med Turbo S på motorveien, baby, vi er blank. Refreng (Pop) F**k your M3, hopp inn i min Porsche, Vi ruller over fjellet, glemmer alt det dårlige. Helle, det er oss, vi setter flammer på veien, Silje kan grine, men jeg driter i hele greien. Outro (Mathias) Så Silje kan dra, og lillebror kan slutte å drømme, Helle, du og jeg, vi er flammen som aldri vil dømmes. Turboen spinner, og vi flyr fra alt drama, Helle i min Porsche, baby, det her er karma.