Lyrics: Skrillex
Music: Skrillex/Virtual Riot/Naisha/Team EZY/DJ Smokey/swedm®/Varg2™/Eurohead/Whitearmor/jamesjamesjames/LOAM/ISOxo/PARISI/Boys Noize/Dog Blood/G Jones/Dylan Brady/Dilip/Rex Kudo/Dylan Wiggins/HAWAII SLIM/Joker/Jónsi/Wuki/Space Laces/Swae Lee/John Feldmann
Arranger: Skrillex
He left as the world fell into chaos and walked into the lights
This is Skrillex
Skrillex is dead
DJ Smokey recommends you listen to this album from start to finish
Thank you for not skipping
Hold up
Yo
Skrillex is dead
Rest in peace, Skrill
Shoutout Young Hawaii Slim
What the fxxk
I got fifty-two millimeter Spitfires that spit fire, spit fire
On my fifty-two millimeter Spitfires, I fly higher, I fly higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher (Here we go)
High
I got fifty-two millimeter Spitfires that spit
Go
I got fifty-two millimeter Spitfires that spit
I got fifty-two millimeter Spitfires that spit fire
Higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
High
I got fifty-two millimeter Spitfires that spit
We killed Skrillex
Listen to this song
And we'll tell you where to find the body
This another leak from Skrillex and Virtual Riot
Another Skrillex and Virtual Riot leak?
How original
Rest in peace
Nuke
This is fxxked beyond repair
Shadow Wizard Skrillex Gang
We love casting dubstep
I sold my soul to give you this song
Listen
Oh
Holy Shit
Shoutout to Sleepnet
Oh my God, is that Joker?
Get 'em, Skrill
Nuke Radio
Fxxk Skrillex, this is Sonny Moore
A silent heart ticking under the ground
Taking the weight from which has yet to be found
If you can hear me now, why don't you recall?
I was the one who cared after all
One, two, three
I wanna hear you bring that beat back
One, two, three
Let's go
Kill 'em
Space Laces
And you know this
Fxxk you, Skrillex
You think you're Andy Warhol, but you're not
Top off the Maybach
Top off the M—
Top off the M—
Top off the M—
Top off the Maybach
Oh
Top off the Maybach
Oh
Top off the Maybach
Oh
Take the top off the Maybach, yeah
Top off the Maybach
Oh
Top off the
Oh
Top off the
Oh
Take the top off the Maybach, yeah
Sold out
Love's strong
Every time I sing, it's a singalong
Sold out
Patron
Got a bad mouth, but my money long
You know
You know
You know
You know
You know
We drop the hard drives
Everything must go
Skrillex Radio
Jónsi?
Jónsi, where are you?
Look at you
Look at you
Look at you
Look at you
Wow
Look at
गुलाबी
Ayo, I see you, Naisha
मेरे-मेरे-मेरे-मेरे-मेरे-मेरे
(Look at you)
मेरे गाल हैं गुलाबी, मेरे यार
मेरी चाल गुलाबी हर बार
मेरी शान गुलाबी जहाँ जाऊँ
मेरी मान है गुलाबी सरताज
जहाँ जाऊँ, है गुलाबी
मेरा दिल भी गुलाबी
मन भी है गुलाबी
तन भी है गुलाबी (सैयां)
शान गुलाबी जहाँ जाऊँ
मेरी मान है गुलाबी सरताज
जाऊँ-जाऊँ—, गुलाबी, जाऊँ—, गुलाबी
बजाऊँ—, गुलाबी, ताज गुलाबी
ताज गुला—, ताज गुला—
ताज गुला—, ताज गुला—
जाऊँ—, जाऊँ—, गुला— (मेरा जाम है गुलाबी)
जाऊँ—, गुलाबी, जाऊँ—, गुलाबी
ताज गुला— (What?), ताज गुला— (Ah)
ताज गुला—, गुलाबी
Naisha, I fear you ate that up
मेरे गाल गुलाबी
मेरी चाल गुलाबी
मेरी शान गुलाबी
मेरा मान गुलाबी (Wha-wha-what?)
गुलाबी, गुल—
Keep it movin', keep on pushin' through (Let's go)
Twin Glock 9s, shoot for the moon
Keep on juggin', yeah, keep breakin' the rules
Keep the momentum up, keep 'em on they toes
Ooh, Zacari
Keep it movin', keep on
Sing for me, Starrah
(Brr)
I'm gon' hit a (Brr), I'm gon' hit a (Brr)
When I pull up in that (Rrr-rrr)
Grippin' on that (Brr)
Doin' numbers like a baller, I been ballin' since my birth
Someone younger, don't be playin' with the work
'Cause I need my money fast now, keep that momentum
I need it fast, baby, keep up that momentum
Don't complicate it, baby, keep it simple
I need it fast, shorty, keep up that momentum
Keep up that momentum
I love you, Kimchi
T-T-T-T-T-Team EZY
तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी मिर्ची मैं
सम्भल न पाएगा, यह समझ ले
तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी मिर्ची मैं
सम्भल न पाएगा, यह समझ ले
तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी मिर्ची मैं
सम्भल न पाएगा, यह समझ ले
तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी मिर्ची मैं
सम्भल न पाएगा, यह समझ ले
Nakeesha
तीखी मिर्ची, तीखी मिर्ची
तीखी मिर्ची, तीखी मि-मिर्ची
तीखी मिर्ची मैं, तीखी मिर्ची
तीखी मि—, तीखी मि—
तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी मिर्ची मैं
सम्भल न पाएगा, यह समझ ले
तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी, तीखी मिर्ची मैं
सम्भल न पाएगा, यह समझ ले
Grab your pickaxes and shovels
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
Don't panic, I'm the
What the fxxk?
We on fire
Don't panic, I'm the
Say what?
A million miles away, yeah, it feels so close
I'm lost in the dark, don't know where to go
You fxxked up my brain with your mind control
You gotta believe
Everything's gonna be alright if you just come home
'Cause I hate being all alone, but this time, I won't let you go
Would you answer me if I called?
Would you hang up the phone?
Do you feel anything at all?
Just tell you I care
I'll see you again, can't wait no more
Just tell me 'cause I need to know
I'll see you again, can't wait no more
Just tell me 'cause I need to know
LOAM in the building
I need to know
Swedm
I'll see you again
Suddenly I feel alone (So long ago)
Mistaken for the boy I was once so long ago
So long ago
We nuke the club, baby
Reject society, return to nature
What ever tore us apart?
Whitearmor
And now the shadow rewound
Rewriting time
Could have been mine
B-Girl, purr
Now she-she calls on me
Just like before
Before coming back
Just like before
Just like before
Give me, like, a trap beatbox
Just like
Half-time it
J-J-James
I know you don't know
Just like before
PARISI
Bless you
Just like beforе
Just like before
Trap
Eurohеad
I know you don't know
Three, two, one
Bless you
Can you bounce it?
Can, can, can you bounce it?
Can, can, can you bounce it?
Can, can, can you bounce it?
Can you bounce it? Can you bounce it?
Can, can, can you bounce it?
Can, can, can you bounce it?
Can, can, can you bounce it?
Varg, check this out
Can you bounce it? Can, can, can you bounce it?
Can, can you bounce it? Can, can, can you bounce it?
You're in the right place for good electronic music
Contraband with a bag full of cash
Empty street for a redline dash (Um)
Um
With a
Um
With a contraband, with a, bag full of cash
Empty street for, redline dash
Contraband, with a, bag full of cash
Empty street for a redline dash
Beat the bongo
Bag full of—
Empty street for a redline dash
Jump on the floor if you don't got no more
You should— on the floor if you don't got no more
You should— on the floor if you don't got no more
You should— on the floor if you don't got no more
If you, on the, on the, on the, on the
On the, on the, on the, on the
On the, on the, on the, on the
On the, on the, on the, on the
I sold my soul to give you this song
Are you scared? Well, you shouldn't be
Dylan Brady going hella brazy
Haha, thank you
It's another certified classic
I heard that snare took him two years to make
Yes
Smokey, can you just edit it down more?
True gangstas
True gang—
Pop, watch me pop it like a—
We drop the hard drives
Everything m—
Pop it like a, pop it like a, pop it like a, pop it like a
Pop it like a, pop it like a, pop it like a, pop it like a
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
(Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it) Pop, watch me pop it like a
Watch me, watch me pop, watch me pop, watch me pop it like a
Watch me, watch me pop, watch me pop, watch me pop it like a
Watch me, watch me pop, watch me pop, watch me pop it like a
Watch me, watch me pop, watch me pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop it, watch me pop, watch me pop, watch me pop it like a
Pop it, watch me pop, watch me pop, watch me pop it like a
Pop it, watch me pop, watch me pop, watch me pop it like a
Pop it, watch me pop, watch me (Onе, two, woo, woo)
Pop, pop, pop, watch me
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, watch me
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Watch me, watch mе pop
Watch me, watch me pop
Watch me, watch me pop
Watch me, watch me pop
Pop it like, pop it like, pop it
Pop it, pop it, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop it, pop it, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Nuke
I'm right
I'm right
Good Skrillex, that's a good boy
Nuke Radio, we make your eardrums bleed
Nuke Radio
G Jones, I love you
Smoking is bad for your health
Especially when it's your own flesh you're smoking (Yo)
We on fire
Fresh classics for the streets
We back, say what?
Here we go, finally back on our bullshit
Skrillex, Wuki
It might be illegal to hear this shit
You not even supposed to be hearing this shit right now
Brrt
I have Skrillex trapped in my basement
Play this at full volume or I'll put him in the hole
Yeah
Brrt
Free Sonny Moore
You crazy, Wuki
Ayy, Skrill coming with the pure, unadulterated dub, baby
This that raw, unfiltered, ass-shaking, shit-clapping dub
Ayy
This beat drop has been seized by Atlantic Records and has been replaced with silence
Ayy
This that you going home to an empty house type dubstep beat
One lil' microwave meal for one type dubstep beat
My life is in shambles
Listen
I have severe depression
Listen
Swedm
Never said goodbye…
Sing to me, NJOMZA
Late nights, I think about what you been thinking 'bout
Know that we're worth the fight
So let me make it right
I might have had my doubts
Said some things I regret
If I could take it back
I wouldn't hesitate
We never said goodbye
Never said goodbye, baby
What you been thinking 'bout
You've been thinking 'bout lately?
Know we're worth the fight
Know we're worth the fight
So let me make it right
It's been a long time
Fxxk this
Call the fire department, we just nuked the building
Someone said
So-someone said
Someone said what
Someone said, said…
Go-go-go-go crazy royal
Pop that
Some-someone said
Let me see you doo doo brown
I can see the sun shining through the clouds
We made it
Bibi, take us home, girl
Glory to God, he gave me a two-million-watt noggin
They can't take it away 'cause he's too pure and I'm too honest
Playing guitar, writing a song about his promise
'Cause I sing when I'm scared and I sing when I'm full of fear
Yeah, to my talented baby, sometimes it's gray, sometimes it's sunny
If it cost you your soul, it ain't worth no amount of money
Better act like you know, like you fxxkin' know that you belong here
Do your thing, do your thing, you, you, you, you, you better do your thing, man
Glory to God…
I got flows, I'm amazing, cyaan let me gazing
Every time I'm in the dance, you know me a rav—
I got flow, mic champion, dem, I nuh ramp wid dem
If I'm on di big ting, di duppy dem deh send for dem
Rude boy, now every rude boy
Now every rude boy get high in the place
Now all my rude boy, all the rude boy
All the rude boy, lik off ya waist
You gotta believe in the voltage that lives inside us (Inside us)
So let's buckle up and break our walls down (Wall)
You gotta believe in the voltage that lives inside us (Inside us)
You gotta believe there's something more, woah
You gotta believe there's something more
You gotta believe there's something more
You gotta believe in the voltage that lives inside us (Inside us)
So let's buckle up and break our walls down (Wall)
You gotta believe in the voltage that lives inside us (Inside us)
You gotta believe there's something more, woah
You lifted him up
This is our way of saying thanks
Thank you, you made this happen
Virtual Riot, Naisha
Team EZY a.k.a. Dragon Finger
DJ Smokey, swedm®
Varg²™, Eurohead
Whitearmor, jamesjamesjames, LOAM
Bibi Bourelly, ISOxo
Fred again.., PARISI
Boys Noize, Dog Blood
G Jones, Dylan Brady
Dilip, B-girl
Rex Kudo, Peter on the violin (You)
Hm, where are we at here?
Car!ton, Dylan Wiggins
HAWAII SLIM, Sleepnet
Joker, Jónsi
Zacari, Starrah
ilykimchi, NJOMZA
Wuki, Space Laces
Swae Lee, John Feldmann
KillaGraham, Luca and Robert (Don't **** it up)
Chris Morris, Marisa Aron
Leslie Frank, Bamboon
Nakeesha, Binx
Lee and Royal Anderson, Marilyn Hue
Last Suspect, TN
Joshy, Rémi
Juju, OK COOL Studios
Colin Fletcher
And the unknown graffiti artist who vandalized our wall
And, of course, a big shoutout to you
The fan, the listener, the supporter, the believer
Without you, none of this would've been possible
Thank you