• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Odile Odila - João Bosco
• Dirty Dishes - Obsg
• Ya Boi Zach - Ya Boi Zach

Odilê, odilá
O que vem fazer aqui meu irmão
Vim sambar
Ô di lê, ô di lá
Que vem fazer aqui meu irmão
Vim sambar, obá
Entra na corrente
Corpo, mente
Coração, pulmão
Pra junto com a gente viajar
Na energia-som
Que veio de longe atravessou raio e trovão
Pra cair no samba e receber a vibração
Odilê, odilá...
Com a negrada do Harlem Jesus Cristo
Também vem
E pra sair do transe só com sino de Belém
Que faz romaria e procissão, samba também
E quem ta comigo, ta com o povo do além
Odilê, odilá...
Quem samba, se sobe tem combá tem furufim
Teve um olho d´água
E um sorrido de marfim
Se volta beijada é pigmeu ou curumim
Vira um preto velho pra sambar com a gente assim
Odilê, odilá...
Preta velha bate pé, bate colhe levanta pó
Dá marafo pro Odilê e solta logo seu gogó
Odilá de madrugada nem sem viola ta só
Pois ta com axá da velha nega preta sua vó

Can't think so I write how I feel
Can't sleep what's fake, what's real
Dreams in the place, like dirt dishes
Cause deeps on my ego where it kills
Used to do what I do for the thrills
Now when I do it, it's for the chills
Man I need the same feeling back
Peas got my chest bumping like a heart attack
So many kicks, sounds like cardiac
Yeah... circle back, no call the sac
Used to drink 40 then smoke a black
Now it's tight jays, but they never laced
Dirty dishes, yeah, aha
Dirty dishes, yeah
Can't feel my kicks, you wear them loosly
Buy my thoughts on whack, never loose leaf
When I'm going flowing, I spit cruelty
So them sucker niggas know they can't move me
Who is he, when I came and I showed up
Then she came I'm the shit when I throw up
Something like explosions when we blow up
Stretched out mane, roll up
Dirty dishes, yeah, aha
Dirty dishes, yeah
Dirty dishes, yeah, aha
Dirty dishes, yeah
Can't tell me how to run my gang
I'm like 2 key, don't wipe me down
I ain't Bruce Lee, I gotta fight for what's real
Me and my team, tryina make it big, get that deal
Hard work every time I step on the field
I slave nigga, I ain't from ATL
But I'm a brave nigga, in the club tryina find a nice life
Not a gold digger
I'm used to fucking bitches free, I ain't a broke nigga
Home boy locked up, and his girl running lossly
Dirty bitches, dirty bitches, dirty visions
Dirty visions
Lately, I've been having dreams
With somebody screams
As soon as the shooters scream submachines
In purse of the loot, among other things
We paper stacked up from the robberings
Don't fall for...
Me and my tea, we keep it clean when we on the crime scene

Growing up in the Carmel hood is tough,
Every Part of life can be so rough
I don't even have the IPhone 5,
Its a surprise that Im still alive
My parents drive me to school everyday
Cause the bus stops to far away
Yes my room has a T.V
But how can I watch when its not HD
I didnt't get new shoes this week
If someone else gets mine I won't be unqie
My braces always make my teeth soar
I don't know why I gots to wear them *or
My mom didnt buy me an album on itunes
Now I gotta spend my evening watching cartoons
People say they live in continblow
They have never seen Carmel though
This holiday I didn't get the right present
So I made my familys day very unpleasent
To the word Homework I say screw it
But my parnets they make me do it
My parents got me this shirt that I asked for
I decided that I dont want it anymore
Next time you think your life is terrible
Just remeber Careml is unberrible
Next time you think your life is tough
Remeber you probably have enough stuff
Your life is extremley adiqute
Remeber you could be on the streets without......
ANYTHING!!!!