Imports AxWMPLib

Public Class Form1
    Dim Memes As String
    Dim Lyrics As String
    Dim None As String

    Private Sub Form1_Load(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles MyBase.Load

        TrackBar1.Value = 25
        AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.settings.volume = TrackBar1.Value
        Label1.Text = "25%"

        Label2.Text = "0 : 0"

        None = "There is currently no lyrics available!"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenButton1_Click(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles ThirteenButton1.Click
        Me.Close()
    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenButton2_Click(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles ThirteenButton2.Click
        If Memes = "" Then

            MessageBox.Show("There is no song selected!")
        Else
            AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.URL = Memes
            AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.Ctlcontrols.play()
            ThirteenTextBox1.Text = Lyrics
        End If
    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenButton3_Click(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles ThirteenButton3.Click
        AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.Ctlcontrols.stop()
    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton1_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton1.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\BodakBlack.wav"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton2_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton2.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\River.wav"

        Lyrics = "I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
A little one, I don't want to admit to something
If all it's gonna cause is pain
Truth in my lies right now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
He's coming home with his next grasp to catch flack
Sweat jackets and dress less, mismatch
On his breast jackets is sex addict
And cheaters want to egg sack it for being checked, get back
It's a chest match, she's on his back like a jetpack
She's kept track of all his internet chats
And guess who just so happens to be moving on to the next
Actually, just shit on my last chick and she has what my ex lacks
'Cause she loves danger, psychopath
And you don't fuck with no man's girl, even I know that
But she devised some plan to stab him in the back
Knifing hands, says the relationship hanging by a strip
So she's been on the web lately
Says maybe she'll be my Gwen Stacy, to Spiderman
And I know she's using me to try to play him, I don't care
Hi Suzanne, but I shoulda' said Bye Suzanne after the first night, but tonight I am
I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
A little one, I don't want to admit to something
If all it's gonna cause is pain
Truth in my lies right now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
One night stand turned into night stayin'
It was cold, some lights gram
Y'all be hung tight and
He found out, now she feels deserted and used
'Cause he left, so what? He did adverse to her too
Now how am I supposed to tell this girl that we're through?
It's hard to find the words, I'm aloof, nervous and suited
When it's too hurt but what you deserve is the truth
Don't take it personal, I just can't say this in cursin' to you
So I revert to the studio like Hole In The Wall diners
Don't have to be reserved in a booth
I just still like the person who I'm turnin' into
Irreversible, I pray for you like a church at the pew
And now that I got you I don't want you
Took advantage of my thirst to pursue
Why do I do this dirt that I do?
Get on my soap box and breach, my sermon in speech
Detergent and bleach is burned in the womb
'Cause now with her in the womb
We can't bring her in this bullshit in new
To use protection 'fore I pity to your forbidden crew, fuck
I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
A little one, I don't want to admit to something
If all it's gonna cause is pain
Truth in my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
My name's (ooh)
My name's (ooh)
Denver, never run
Call me (ooh)
Call me (ooh)
River (ooh)
We'll let the river run
Always the bride's maid, never The bride, hey!
What can I say? If life was a highway
The sequels are non-clay
But be swerving in side lanes
Speeds at a high rate, like I'm sliding on ice maybe
That's why I'm made, that came at you sideways
I can't keep my lies straight, what I made you
Terminate my baby
This love triangle, left us in a rectangle
What else can I say? It was fun for a while
That I really woulda' loved your smile
Didn't really want to abort
But fuck it, what's one more lie to tell an unborn child?
I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
A little one, I don't want to admit to something (I'm sorry, I fucked up)
If all it's gonna cause is pain
Truth in my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river run"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton3_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton3.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\banksbonus.wav"

        Lyrics = "[Intro]
Yo man, shoutout to Banks, man
Absolutely just roasting Jake Paul
We had to come through with a track for ya
Jake Paul... Lick my balls man gimme them cheeks
Gimme your brother's cheeks
Gimme your mother's cheeks
Fuck it... Here we go


[Chorus]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that bitch every day
Ain't nobody fucking with Banks
[x2]

[Verse 1: Josh A]
Young Josh A saying fuck Team 10
Jake Paul's bitch ass getting roasted again
Sick of diss tracks but I'm back on the trend
Sick of whack raps, that shit had no end
I'll be rapping saying, word up to FaZe
I'll be going Super Saiyan like Banks
Jake about to get the minimum wage
I'll be going to the end of my days
Got the diamond, then you lost the diamond
All because FaZe Banks hit you back like Tyson
Had to fake the abuse for the views
Faker than your hairline and your shitty crew
Cancer for sympathy that was so shitty
Ghostwrote his verse and put England my city
Then lied to Ethan man I was like Woah
Your fanbase are morons and like 8 years old
Let me put it simple for you, bitch
I just don't fuck with youuu
Heard those bars they were weak hot ass
Man swear they smelled like pooo
FaZe Banks for the win
Seein' right through ya Jake Paul, low-rent
I don't really fuck with you or your kin
Except your Mum, God Damn

[Chorus]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that bitch every day
Ain't nobody fucking with Banks
[x2]

[Verse 2: Jake Hill]
Jake Paul, ain't nothing changed
Sick of hearing your name, sick of seeing these lames
On my news feed, these nuisances
Team 10, so useless
First things first imma put them in the dirt
Yea we did it already
But motherfucker's never learn
Get burned bitch sit down
You and your friends...
Pieces of shit when will this ever end
Jake Hill, Josh A in the cut once more
Erika Costell that cunts a whore
No holdin' back yea Imma fuck them up
Cause I've had enough of these fucking cucks
Imma do it how I did it 2 months ago
Took out the trash, now it's back in circulation
On the verse I'm Satan with the words I'm sprayin'
Imma hit 'em with vengeance, got malicious intentions
By the end of the sentence, Imma leave em in trenches
Dress em up and rip out the stitches
Not personal, it's just business yea
One by one, won't leave a witness

[Chorus]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that bitch every day
Ain't nobody fucking with Banks
[x2]

[Outro]
*Kid's screaming about Jake Paul*"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton4_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton4.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\BilleJean.wav"

        Lyrics = "She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one
She said I am the one

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Go on dance on the floor in the round

And the people always told me be careful what you do
And don't you go around breaking young girls' hearts
My mother always told me be careful who you love
And be careful what you do because the lie becomes the truth

And Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
But the kid is not my son

She says I am the one

For forty days and for forty nights
Law was on her side
But who can stand when she's in demand
Her schemes and plans
So take my strong advice, don't think twice

She told me baby we'd danced 'til three
Then she looked at me
She showed me a photo of my baby crying
His eyes looked like mine
Go on dance on the floor in the round

And people always told me be careful what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And she came and stood right by me
And she smelt the sweet perfume
And this happened much too soon
She brought me to her room

And Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who thinks that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
But the kid is not my son

She says that I am the one"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton8_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton8.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\FirstCar.wav"

        Lyrics = "G-O-A-T
Pullin up on 'em
Skrrt

First car looking like a Lambo
Spent 500 now the man broke
My engine keep blowin' like a candle
More horse power than your grandma can handle
Zero to one hundred after 12.5
Broke down three times, and I ain't gonna lie
Seatbelts don't work, that's a hell of a ride
And I'm sorry about the smell, I think something died in here
Man I need some febreeze
Broken window so I'm sorry about the breeze
Born in 94 car from 93
My first car made before my parents made me

Yeah, this ain't no drop-top, this ain't no coupe
Still I pull up straight, flexin' on you
My mama said I can stay past curfew, I got until 2

Yeah, so, ooh baby I'mma pick you up
Hold on cause my doors don't shut
Oh baby if my car breaks down
I'mma drive while you push it out

Yeah, this ain't no drop-top, this ain't no coupe
This is my first car, what you gon' do?

Yeah
In my 1.2
Goin' in

Chillin' in my first car
If you need a ride hit me up
I'mma pick you up
I don't care how far
To be honest I don't even care if you're a stranger
Don't need no gas money
My mum filled my tank for me
So we're all good
And I ain't got an aux cable
Man I barely got a break pedal, yeah

I'm with my boys and we cruisin' down the Avenue
In a 30 zone but we're doin' 32
My A/C don't work but I'm still cool
And if you're waiting for a bus, you're a damn fool

First car

This ain't no drop-top, this ain't no coupe
Still I pull up straight, flexin' on you
My mama said I can stay past curfew, I got until 2
Yeah

So, ooh baby I'mma pick you up
Hold on cause my doors don't shut
Oh baby if my car breaks down
I'mma drive while you push it out

Yeah, this ain't no drop-top, this ain't no coupe
This is my first car, what you gon' do?

My first car
My first car
My first car
My first car

So, ooh baby I'mma pick you up
Hold on cause my doors don't shut
Oh baby if my car breaks down
I'mma drive while you push it out

Oh yeah
This ain't no drop-top, this ain't no coupe
This is my first car, what you gon' do?"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton7_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton7.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\rockstar.wav"

        Lyrics = "[Post Malone:]
Hahahahaha
Tank God

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', Rest in peace to Bon Scott
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', I'm with the band
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up from my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[21 Savage:]
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (no bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
And now she screamin' out, No mas (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars? (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin' Where the coke at?
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

[Post Malone:]
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a..."

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton6_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton6.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\MeanIt.wav"

        Lyrics = "If I ever said I'm never scared
Just know I mean it
If I ever said I fucked your bitch
Just know I mean it
And if I ever said I'm gettin' money
Just know I mean it
And oh Lord oh Lord knows
He knows I mean it
Yeah, you know I mean it
You know I mean it
Just know I mean it
Just know I mean it
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
If I say that shit then I mean it
She calls me, I screen it, I'm only fuckin' if it's convenient
You lie on pussy, that's weak shit, we pass pussy 'round, that's G shit
But you ain't fam so what is this we shit?
You cuff yours and then leash it
Listen, I'm tellin' you, it's my world, I does what I wish to
If you're mad well too bad, sounds like a personal issue
I walk in, they all stare like who the fuck is this dude?
Kicks game is just rude, don't get jiu-jitsued
Tunnel visions, I get ahead, stayed solid I never fled
My haters feel like I'm better dead but I'm quite alive getting bread instead
With a better girl, with a better face, I'm in a better place gettin' better head
I just wanna stay broke forever, yeah that's that shit no one ever said
If I ever said I'm never scared
Just know I mean it
If I ever said I fucked your bitch
Just know I mean it
And if I ever said I'm gettin' money
Just know I mean it
And oh Lord oh Lord knows
He knows I mean it
Yeah, you know I mean it
You know I mean it
Just know I mean it
Just know I mean it
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Signed Gerald, I'm sincere
This year I'm in here, I'll spell it out to make things clear
Meanwhile your end's near, I've gotta land and I'm in gear
You people wonder who's next up, that conversation really ends here
You rappers just talk a bunch, stress me out, I chop a dutch
Weak rappers tryna bite the sound, but my style is a lot to munch
I'm more like whiskey neat, and you're more like vodka punch
G’s dope, he might blow up, think I know, I've got a hunch
On my side it's authentic, you try to stunt but it's all rented
But you're dope you got a bad chick, yeah, cool bro we all get it
She wears a ring, came through without it
You really think she stay true? I doubt it
'Cause I'm fucking your girlfriend, and there's nothing you can do about it
If I ever said I'm never scared
Just know I mean it
If I ever said I fucked your bitch
Just know I mean it
And if I ever said I'm gettin' money
Just know I mean it
And oh Lord oh Lord knows
He knows I mean it
Yeah, you know I mean it
You know I mean it
Just know I mean it
Just know I mean it
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
You know I mean it
You know I mean it"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton5_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton5.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\Havana.wav"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub TrackBar1_Scroll(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles TrackBar1.Scroll

        AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.settings.volume = TrackBar1.Value
        Label1.Text = TrackBar1.Value & "%"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton13_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton13.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\maskoff.wav"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton12_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton12.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\clockwork.wav"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton11_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton11.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\sweaters.mp3"

        Lyrics = "Yo! I ain't here for the money, I ain't here for the fame
Though it might be nice to own a jet-plane
I'ma do it all for you, come along you'll see it's true
But the road is pretty cold, you might need a sweater too

I'ma put it right on ya, kid from California
Tryna make it in life, school that never taught ya
Dreams of my own, I've been working from home
I can do it on my own, but sometimes it gets cold- like

[The Neighbourhood:]
It's too cold for you here and now
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater [x2]
(Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why)
(I'm just living my life) [x2]
(Nothing what it seems, I've got a pocket full of dreams)
(In a world about to freeze so I'll enjoy the warm breeze)
(I'm just living my life) [x2]

There's nothing I want more, nothing else I want to see
Grab a mic, get in the stage and kill it on the scene
(Persevering for my team, so they can acquire cream[?])
Find out what the works pays off really mean
Living life to a dream, my peers wouldn't believe
But I'm running out of breath and I forgot how to breathe
It's been colder than ever, nothing like I remember
Like spring is the winter and everyday is like December

So, bring out your coats, bring out your sweaters
There's no telling when this weather is gonna get better
Cause, I remember the moments when I was thought as a joke
Now they giving me handshakes, saying it was a joke
But I ain't joking around, I'm trying to give you a hope
But you could do it if you wanted, man you drive your own road
Yeah, a notebook full of raps by the end of every class
Yeah, it's my formula for life, not the formula to math- like

[The Neighbourhood:]
It's too cold for you here and now
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater [x2]
(Cause it's cold outside and I don't know why)
(I'm just living my life) [x2]
(Nothing what it seems, I've got a pocket full of dreams)
(In a world about to freeze so I'll enjoy the warm breeze) [?]
(I'm just living my life) [x2]

It's too cold
It's too cold
The holes in my sweater"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenButton4_Click(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles ThirteenButton4.Click

        AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.Ctlcontrols.pause()

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenButton5_Click(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles ThirteenButton5.Click

        AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.Ctlcontrols.play()

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton10_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton10.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\7years.mp3"

        Lyrics = "Once I was seven years old

It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

Once I was eleven years old, my daddy told me,
Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely.
Once I was eleven years old

I always had that dream, like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was twenty years old

(Lukas Graham!)

I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure
'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me, at least those in favor
And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
I was writing about everything I saw before me
Once I was twenty years old

Soon we'll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold
We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming
Soon we'll be thirty years old

I'm still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother, I'm still sorry

Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life, and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?
Soon I'll be sixty years old

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?
Soon I'll be sixty years old

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely.
Once I was seven years old

Once I was seven years old"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton9_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton9.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\trapqueen.mp3"

        Lyrics = "I'm like hey, what's up, hello
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how To whip it, Now she remixin' for low
        She My trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
        We just Set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
        Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though
        Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be In the kitchen cooking pies With my baby, yeah

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be In the kitchen cooking pies With my baby, yeah

I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
        I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a 'Lamb
        I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
        Bitch you up In the bando, without deniro can't go
        Remi boys got extendo, count up hella bands tho
How far can your Benz go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
        If you Then checking out my pockets hol' up

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be In the kitchen cooking pies With my baby, yeah

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be In the kitchen cooking pies With my baby, yeah

I 'm like hey, what's up, hello
            Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how To whip it, Now she remixin' for low
            She My trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
            We just Set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
            Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

I be smoking dope And you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
            I 'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
            Remy Boyz are nuttin', Remy-Remy Boyz are...

            I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride with my baby
I be In the kitchen cooking pies With my baby, Now

And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride with my baby
I be In the kitchen cooking pies With my baby, Now

1738 1738 got a sack for us to roll 1738"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton15_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton15.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\xo.mp3"

        Lyrics = "She's in love with the concept
As if we're all just how she imagined
Cause were in love but just don't know it yet
        Well, tell me how am I supposed to see the magic?

'Cause I don't believe in it no more
        But I won't tell her
        'Cause I always imagined
        It 's easier if she thinks she won
        So I'mma let her, and she said

        I don't think I love you no more
        You never seem to call me lately
Girl, I don't think you know me at all
        'Cause I never thought I'd have to say this
        No I don't love you, and I never did
        Look at us burning down in flames for kicks but just know
I 'm not singing for your XO
        I 'm just singing 'cause it's over

        Came And went Like the summer time
Was that a sunset Or sunrise
Looking back Like where'd the time go
        So much for trying to keep this moving slow

'Cause I don't believe in her no more
        But I remember

How we talked shit Like we knew what we wanted
I still remember what she said

I don't think I love you no more
        You never seem to call me lately
But I don't think she knew me at all
        'Cause I never thought I'd have to say this
        But I'm no liar, and I never hid
        Anything, you should have seen it coming to this just know
I 'm not singing for an ex though
        I 'm just singing cause it's over"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton14_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton14.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\toomanyyears.mp3"

        Lyrics = "I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
'Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
I told my mama we gon' be fine
So I'm up all night way after sleep time
I'm just thinkin' 'bout Lil Kuda
Gave my dog a dime
He put a buckshot in a nigga's behind
No daddy so I grew up to the street life
But my son, I'mma keep him the beehive
Scheming on a heist, I need to change my life
Been geekin' all night, I'm going senile
With two niggas toting three .45's
I seen a nigga play gangsta, then he broke down
Lost a lot, lost his mind in the courthouse
I'm on XXL, I'm in New York now
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
I keep thinkin' 'bout my niggas
I think I need a jigga
Why we keep on falling victim
Lost up in the system
Miss my brothers and my sisters
Damn I miss my lil one
I know sometimes I be tripping
But I just miss my niggas
I got codeine in my liver
I gave the judge a piece of me
I'm too street for the industry
But I think that's where I need to be
'Cause verbally, mentally, and physically I keep that heat
Me and my brother fit in
We smoking one with PnB
Niggas say they fuck with me
But lowkey they be easin' me
You bitches don't mean shit to me
People tryna sentence me
How a youngin' posted on the street, gon' call it Sesame
One K 'til the death of me, don't put your life in jeopardy
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind"

    End Sub

    Private Sub Timer1_Tick(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles Timer1.Tick

        If TrackBar2.Value = 100 Then

            TrackBar2.Value = 0

        End If

        If AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.playState = WMPLib.WMPPlayState.wmppsPlaying Then

            Dim position As Integer = AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.Ctlcontrols.currentPosition
            Dim len As Integer = AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.currentMedia.duration

            TrackBar2.Maximum = len
            Dim iSpan As TimeSpan = TimeSpan.FromSeconds(position)
            Dim iSpantotal As TimeSpan = TimeSpan.FromSeconds(len)
            TrackBar2.Value = position

            Dim totaltime As String

            totaltime = iSpantotal.Minutes.ToString.PadLeft(2, "0"c) & ":" & iSpantotal.Seconds.ToString.PadLeft(2, "0"c)

            Label2.Text = iSpan.Minutes.ToString.PadLeft(2, "0"c) & ":" & iSpan.Seconds.ToString.PadLeft(2, "0"c) & " : " & totaltime


        End If

        If AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.playState = WMPLib.WMPPlayState.wmppsStopped Then

            Label2.Text = "0 : 0"

            TrackBar2.Value = 0

        End If

    End Sub

    Private Sub TrackBar2_Scroll(sender As Object, e As EventArgs) Handles TrackBar2.Scroll

        If AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.playState = WMPLib.WMPPlayState.wmppsPlaying Then

            AxWindowsMediaPlayer1.Ctlcontrols.currentPosition = TrackBar2.Value

        End If

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton16_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton16.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\nuketown.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Intro: Jake Hill]
I can tell the way you looking at me bitch you think I ain't shit
Run up on me bitch I grip that clip and leave that face spl-

(Random kids screaming about trickshot)

[Verse 1: Josh]
First things first fuck an intro aye
Got the shit that make you cock, lock and aim
Get your greasy ass hands off my name
If I see you talk down put the work like (gunshots)
Hold it down hold it down hold it down hold it down hold it down
I'll be riding through my town
Got more hits than Tumblr genders
High rise get 22's like Bender
Got a lot to say, I'm out here getting paid
I stunt on my rivals like my name Amadeus
Heart broke once, said never again
Only regret: never got revenge
Haven't done shows my fans like when?
Only doing those when they're sell out events

[Hook: Josh A]
Try to hold it down, man I try to hold it down
I've been all around, man I've been all around
Reminisce on Nuketown, swear those were the days
Reminisce on Nuketown, swear those were the days
Try to hold it down, man I try to hold it down
I've been all around, man I've been all around
Reminisce on Nuketown, swear those were the days
Reminisce on Nuketown, bout to cock and aim

[Verse 2: Jake Hill]
I can tell the way you looking at me bitch you think I ain't shit
Run up on me bitch I grip that clip and leave that face split
Sick of all these evil people bout to leave em nameless
Laughing at you while you beg forgiveness bitch you ain't shit
Run from the gun I've been looking for blood
Slumped up when I'm pumped up click clack done
Pray, devil came and opened the gates
Don't run away when I spray hope you're good with the faith
Annihilation face the devastation the satisfaction from the automatic
Run up on me gonna get a little problematic
When I pop the top can never get me to stop I drop bombs on these streets they can't handle the heat
I'm taking over like a motherfucking king hear the sirens sing, the violence raining terror on this silent era
I can tell the way you looking at me bitch you think I ain't shit
Run up on me bitch I grip that clip and leave that face split
Sick of all these evil people bout to leave em nameless
Laughing at you while you beg forgiveness bitch you ain't shit

[Hook: Josh A]
Try to hold it down, man I try to hold it down
I've been all around, man I've been all around
Reminisce on Nuketown, swear those were the days
Reminisce on Nuketown, swear those were the days
Try to hold it down, man I try to hold it down
I've been all around, man I've been all around
Reminisce on Nuketown, swear those were the days
Reminisce on Nuketown, bout to cock and aim

   1  Embed
MORE ON GENIUS
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    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton17_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton17.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\guccicoffin.mp3"

        Lyrics = "(Intro: Josh A)
Hey there demons, it's me...
YA BOY

First things first guys
I just gotta say fuck normies
I'm sick of their memes
I'm sick of their shitty normie fucking memes
They 're posting on facebook
        Their stupid cash me ousside memes
Their pickle rick memes
Man FUCK NORMIES

(Hook: Josh A)
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain cause we're too damn awesome (x2)

(Hook 2: Josh A)
Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can't co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt (x2)

(Verse 1: Josh A)
Light it up when I come out the grave
Gonna get my revenge it'll be depraved
I'll be you chasin you down
Make em beg and plead no
Got nothin to lose at the end of my ropes
Like this, they don't know what imma do
Boy you better duck when a man come through
With an AR you're on my radar
Ain't nobody gonna help you no safeguard

(Hook 2: Josh A)
Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can't co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt (x2)

(Hook: Josh A)
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain cause we're too damn awesome (x2)

(Verse 2: Jake Hill)
Lost inside my thoughts I just might hit the fucking bottom
I ain't got hope left in my heart I just might hit the fuckin bottle
It's just me and all I got is me
That is all I need in the middle of the bed I see the paper in my dreams
Every day is a god damn struggle
Fuck it anything to help me? Nothing. Nothing
Tossing and turning my stomach is churning
I call out to god but I'm better off burning
I wish I could end it
I wish I could end it
I'm hanging on by a thread lets not pretend that I'm fine
I'm losing my god damn mind yeah
I'm losing my god damn mind

(Hook: Josh A)
When I die bury me inside a Gucci coffin
Make hits all day and there ain't no stoppin'
Jake Hill, Josh A make tracks too often
I ain't need a gold chain cause we're too damn awesome (x2)

(Hook 2: Josh A)
Slit my wrists
Fill the cup can't co-exist
Not enough
Ball my fist
Throw it up
Kill the kids let death erupt (x2)

(Outro: Josh A)
Wow that was a very evil track
I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to really go in
I apologize but like god damn

*OOF*"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton19_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton19.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\pennywise.mp3"

        Lyrics = "(Hook: Jake Hill)
Yeah they used to laugh at me but who the fuck is laughing now
From the trenches I've returned again to drag you through the ground
Fear me, fear me
Hear me whisper in the night
Too late, too late
Bitch I got you in my sight

(Verse 1: Josh A)
So apocalyptic my flow sadistic
Wanna stop, dark thoughts been so addicted
Hearin' voices telling me to kill them all
Came right back, now ready to brawl
Watching them run when I'm hitting the scene
I'm bringin that's back better you believe
Whatcha gonna do when the dark thoughts follow you?
Better off dead, now we all float too
Like yeah
105 visions of death
Scared of what might happen next
Talk of the side of your (neck ?)
Might as well pump you some lead
Bitch I'm possessed
Want it so much think I signed to satan
Handin' over my soul, my shit is vacant
So my fans are the coal, like a bunch of patients
Gonna bring in the days when he awakens yeah

(Hook 2: Josh A)
Watch em running for their lives now
We've making tracks like every day it's sounding nice now
Yeah we're about to take over the game we're plotting right now
Sick of all these idiots about to change their minds now
Yeah yeah

(Hook: Jake Hill)

(Verse 2: Jake Hill)
They say we all float
In the dark place where we all go
Walls closed
With my jaw so
I'm a lost soul
Seal me up and throw me under
Drown under the rolling thunder
Rain floods in the drain it's just like blood
Through my veins drip
Off my fingertips
Rip the stitches off my lips
So I can breathe again
I fill my lungs with cold air
Hits my tongue a cold stare
With a grin
Evil has risen, again
Demons with angelic presence
Serpents break the surface"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton18_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton18.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\lonelyvibe.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Verse 1:]
Yeah
I've been down and up on myself
Livin' life inside of my shell
I've been tryna' cope with no help
Living life inside my own hell
I've been tryna' find a way out
Wrote these raps to find a new sound
Still don't know what life's all about
And life ain't easy, yo, with these doubts
But I put the mask on, write rap songs
Make hits so I don't feel sad long
I stay strong that's what I do
I tell myself to aspire you
So I stay inside, I put the work in
Dark thoughts still sit there lurkin'
These ones only see the surface
But I'm here for the people that hurtin', like

[Chorus/Hook:]
I don't like to go outside anymore
I stay at home, I don't leave out the door, no, no
I don't like to go outside anymore
I stay at home, I b-, I b-, I b-, I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely, lonely
So, lonely, lonely
So, lonely, lonely
So, lonely, lonely, so

[Verse 2:]
Ay
Still try and shed these chains
Still at this everyday
Still fighting demons
Been behind my back, still schemin'
Try to persevere, they always ear
They keep me down when I have no fear, no more
My life isn't real no more, my life isn't real now
Wait no turnin' back, way too far
Still tryna' make my pain my art
Still tryna' find that bang, that spark
But no-one's here when all my thoughts go dark
So I'm, like this, like that
Soulless when I start to write these tracks
Maybe one day I can travel the map
But right now I've been living the trap, life

[Chorus/Hook:]
I don't like to go outside anymore
I stay at home, I don't leave out the door, no, no
I don't like to go outside anymore
I stay at home, I b-, I b-, I b-, I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely
On my vibe
I been so lonely, lonely
So, lonely, lonely
So, lonely, lonely
So, lonely, lonely, so

(*I been so lonely, On my vibe, I been so lonely, On my vibe, I been so lonely, On my vibe, I been so lonely, On my vibe, I been so.*)"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton21_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton21.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\northkorea.mp3"

        Lyrics = "(Intro: Josh A)
Ay man fuck kim jong un
Imma fuck him up man
Uh he gon be rocket-man
He gon shoot a rocket at us
Fuck that
I'll fuck kim jong un up
God damn

(Hook: Jake Hill)
Smoke the barrel
Blow to pieces
Blow them up like North Korea
Hope for peril
Hope he sees it
Hit the spot like nice to meet ya'
Face the terror, buckle up
We melt em down, we fuck em' up
Spread the hate across the plains
It ain't over I ain't had enough

(Verse 1: Josh A)
Blowin up, I'm blowin up
I gotta makes hits all day, no rollin up
I make bands on bands, never touched a xanny
Pray to god that your boy never touches a grammy
Jake Hill, Josh A gettin' bigger and bigger
Bring that shit that makes feminists trigger
They play my anthem it's a loop to me
Why your girl is the only one who takes the knee? Uh
Sorry the language is way too dumb
Still write it down that's how it goes
Close to demise and I'm taking your souls
Rappers are evil and we know
They got a death wish
I'm on the next list
They might arrest this
And that's a sexy diss
And every track they drop it's another risk
Because imma' break their legs and take their kids uh

(Chorus: Josh A)
I don't know what's going down down down, down down
They think I'm crazy I don't doubt that shit I don't doubt
If you're talking down I'm set to explode like nuketown
Call me crazy I don't give two fucks now

(Hook: Jake Hill)
Smoke the barrel
Blow to pieces
Blow them up like North Korea
Hope for peril
Hope he sees it
Hit the spot like nice to meet ya'
Face the terror, buckle up
We melt em down, we fuck em' up
Spread the hate across the plains
It ain't over I ain't had enough

(Verse 2: Jake Hill)
2017 get the fuck away
Bout' to end it with a little bit of fuckin' hate
Can't take another day
And my intuition
It's telling me to get away from this position
A bomb strike
Right on sight
Right on schedule
My mind is level
Motherfucker this ain't no time to settle
Been through some shit, I'm like where's the medal?
When it pop off, we gon' get it like this
38 to the face, give your bitch a kiss
I ain't got nothin to waste, I ain't got nothin, keep em away, keep em movin
How we doin in the state that I'm in?
Got me pacin' again
I'm feelin unstable
Guns on the table
Feelin like a storyteller welcome to the fable
Hit you in the middle of the night with a smile
I ain't felt like myself in a while

(Chorus: Josh A)
I don't know what's going down down down, down down
They think I'm crazy I don't doubt that shit I don't doubt
If you're talking down I'm set to explode like nuketown
Call me crazy I don't give two fucks now

(Hook: Jake Hill)
Smoke the barrel
Blow to pieces
Blow them up like North Korea
Hope for peril
Hope he sees it
Hit the spot like nice to meet ya'
Face the terror, buckle up
We melt em down, we fuck em' up
Spread the hate across the plains
It ain't over I ain't had enough"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton22_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton22.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\johnshort.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Jake Hill]:
JohnInTheMorning, never been disappointing
Got Fitz in this bitch the hits start pouring
Check the twitch, 20k bitch I'm in it to win it
Killing my enemies never feeling sentimental
Potentially a villain
Essentially I've risen to the top no stop, CS:GO
Motherfucker

AK is spraying
These shots for the lames
I been wasting no time I ain't
Playing no games

I got skins on deck
I just flipped a check
And anybody got a problem
They're gonna end up wrecked

Especially if they don't hitup the link in the description
John in the Morning, that's what your missing"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton20_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton20.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\johnlong.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Jake Hill]:
JohnInTheMorning, never been disappointing
Got Fitz in this bitch the hits start pouring
Check the twitch, 20k bitch I'm in it to win it
Killing my enemies never feeling sentimental
Potentially a villain
Essentially I've risen to the top no stop, CS:GO
Motherfucker Rush B I know
Never been able to rhyme slow
And I gotta get it like woah

AK is spraying
These shots for the lames
I been wasting no time I ain't
Playing no games

I got skins on deck
I just flipped a check
And anybody got a problem
They're gonna end up wrecked

Every kinda level I been up is only minimal effort
I be a beast on a beat and I mean it
When I say that I'm the meanest elitist
Delete em I bake em and take out of the oven and eat em
I'm hungry for success they just need to suck less

Talkin bout bars when they flauntin in a sun dress
Been up for a minute I can really feel the unrest
Let me grab your bitch and you know Ima make her undress

2017 Ima be a little belligerent
I gotta pay the bills and Ima do it with ignorance
Got a 9 to 5 but I'm killin this
Evacuate the building
Leave em stacking to the ceiling
Fuck a villain I'm deeper than that
Seep in the venom
Bite em like cinnamon
The end of em is imminent
I hit em like Ritalin
Got em stumbling dribbling
From the words that I'm spittin
Give me a verse and I'll kill it
I'll bring the hearse

[Break]:
This is what they wanted
This is how they're gonna get it

This is what they wanted
This is how they're gonna get it

Bitch I be that fuckin kid
Since seventeen without a soul

Had a vision had to get it
Had to grab it by the throat

Had a lot pressure built
But feel like I'm still in control

Had a vision had to get it
Had to grab it by the throat"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton24_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton24.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\everydaybro.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Intro]
I'm so sick of all these trash Youtubers making music
First we got Faze Blaziken, now it's Jake Paul and Logan Paul
It just sucks, just stop making music
Leave it to the professionals, okay?

[Hook: Jake Hill]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Murdering these motherfucking idiots, we bout to get it lit
That's everyday bro
Taking out the trash, pour the gas on the bag, light it up
That's everyday bro
Y'all ain't ready pull up. we can get it, gotta hit it like this
That's everyday bro
That's everyday bro
That's everyday bro!

[Verse 1: Jake Hill]
Lemme show you how to do it
Gotta get it like this
Jake Paul fake bitch can't kill it like this
Whitest dude on YouTube, the views are too cute
And, no I'm not hating, just listen to me, I'm saying
That you're a talent-less retard, and so is your brother
Should've been swallowed from your thot hoe mother
So fucking embarrassing wet the bars with the kerosene
I'mma show you some real rap, your track was real wack

Hold on, hold on, can we switch the language?
I'm going to -

Bitch, shut the fuck up, Jake Hill, Josh A
Undercover, underrated, but we kill all day
Murdering these shitty rappers, leave em dead on the gurney
That U.K motherfucker titties bigger than Cerny
Don't get me started on Chance 'cause no-one knows your name
You dick ride on Jake and now you're talking bout fame
Team 10 the lames, the double J with the flames
You wanna put us out then you better be coming with the rain

[Hook: Jake Hill]
Murdering these motherfucking idiots, we bout to get it lit
That's everyday bro
Taking out the trash, pour the gas on the bag, light it up
That's everyday bro
Y'all ain't ready pull up. we can get it, gotta hit it like this
That's everyday bro
That's everyday bro
That's everyday bro!

[Verse 2: Josh A]
Jake Paul, huh
Lick my fucking balls man

Why you out here really tryna fake that beef?
Planned it out and played your fans, that's weak
Drew it out with twenty vlogs in a single week
Fans eat it up and they think you really mean it
Rap game Lance Stewart
Bars like a sewer
Talkin' bout how you been out here selling out like a god church
(What the fuck does that mean?)
Man, you better duck when I’m hitting the scene, yeah
Rap, man I really rap and I really hate it
When these fake fucks hit the scene then make it
Meanwhile I’m putting in hours of work
Get a tenth of the views off the shit I created
Man, talent don’t matter anymore
Talent don’t matter anymore
When you can shit out a song and no longer be poor
Fuck that shit, I'mma settle the score

[Hook: Jake Hill]
Murdering these motherfucking idiots, we bout to get it lit
That's everyday bro
Taking out the trash, pour the gas on the bag, light it up
That's everyday bro
Y'all ain't ready pull up. we can get it, gotta hit it like this
That's everyday bro
That's everyday bro
That's everyday bro!

[Break]
You can suck my dick, suck my motherfucking dick
Suck my dick, suck my dick, suck my motherfucking dick
You can
Suck my dick, nah
Suck my dick, nah
Suck my dick, suck my dick, suck my dick
Oh yah yah
Suck my dick, suck my motherfucking dick, suck my dick
Suck my dick, suck my motherfucking dick, yuh
Suck my dick, yah
Suck my dick, yah"

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton23_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton23.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\frickjakepaul.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton27_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton27.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\karma.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton26_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton26.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\take2.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton25_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton25.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\gameover.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton28_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton28.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\guccigang.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton30_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton30.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\hojer.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Abidaz]
Bror jag svär det en kamp
Men det är så här vi njam
Hekton, väska, shuno där bak i en Tesla
Allt här omkring det går fett snabbt
Benim é stressad, många o' mätta
Fråga folk när dom såg mig gå o' festa
Mannen jag ledsnat aldrig i centan
Men i garaget där höjer vi basen och dämpar
Vänta det kommer bli bra, bäst du é van
E4:an på ljusa da'n, ....?... mina askar o' jag
Ringer Aboudi han alltid en plan
Vilken i stan!? Aldrig vart där
Kasta gärisar bror jag vill ha cash
Det finns ingen gris, ingen span, ingen här
Jag vill ha allting bror all ....?....
I'm in the street varje dag jag é här
Finns ingen peace mannen bakar en knatch
Pratar om kris lyssnar på beats
Folk här ifrån vet hur dagarna är
Grabbar går bort ännu en död
Inget är soft mannen dem man a' thugs
Lever the life, var på din vakt
Folk kollar chokk dom vill bränna ens död
Men backa bak..."

    End Sub

    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton29_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton29.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\bushido.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Verse 1]
Fick dein Tanktop, Sonny macht den Bank Job
Kay wird gefickt - Es ist one night in Bangkok
Van Damme - Streetfighter, was ist los jetzt, du Freestyler
Wenn ich komme rappst du auf den Knien weiter
Es ist mitten in der Nacht, ich bin draußen
Deutschrap hat schwarzes Haar und dunkelbraune Augen
Sag, was willst du Opfer machen, wenn ich zu 'nem Wolf mutier?
Ich fick deine Mutter und dein Vater hängt beim Golfturnier
S-O-N-N, Nutte, es ist Gangbang
Ich bin Einzelgänger und mach nicht auf Wu-Tang-Clan
Der lonesome rider, kleiner Hosenscheißer
Du hast höchstens große Eier in deinem Foreneintrag
Ich bin Sonny Black, ich stehe meinen Mann
Kämpfst du gegen mich, kämpfst du gegen eine Wand
Guck die Ghettokids, sie nehmen meine Lebensweise an
Deine Mutter ist ne Hure, weil sie Hefeweizen tankt

[Hook]
Es ist mitten in der Nacht, du hast Angst in Berlin
Ich schluck Tilidin und Amphetamin, yeah
Halt die Fresse, Junge guck auf den Boden
Um Typen so wie mich machst du lieber einen Bogen, Nutte (2x)

[Verse 2]
Es ist 2014, Pöbelei via Twitter
Du schwuler Spast singst immer noch 'Cry me a river'
Ich komm' aus der Stadt mit den Tags an den Wänden
Die letzten echten Cowboys - Westernlegenden
Ticker von der Hasenheide, und du wechselst jetzt die Straßenseite
Denn ich bin nicht deine Kragenweite
Kung-Fu-Fighter, Mund zu Kleiner
Die Straßen sind Mein, auch ohne Grundbucheintrag, yeah
Wie ich Takt für Takt deine Mama bums
Dein Vater ist noch immer blau, nenn' ihn Papa Schlumpf
Du kleiner Bastard küsst die Hochhauswand
Denn hier gibt es keinen Notausgang - Rest In Peace, Nutte
Brandneue Airmax, Zahnstocher sitzt
Ich mach Probleme wie der Nahostkonflikt
Und mir ist scheißegal, ob du ein Hardrocker bist
In Berlin wird dein Arschloch gefickt, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Fick dein Reimschema, Nutte, ich bin Gangsta
Ich ficke RTL, diesen Hurensohn-Sender
Wann kommt der pädophile Kay endlich hinter Gitter?
DSDS-Paradies, wa, du Kinderficker?
Ich wünsche allen bei der BZ - und bei DSDS 'n positiven Aids-Test
Es ist Tempelhof, hier gibt es kein Tempolimit
Kuck mich an, ich bin mehr Gangsta als mein Gangsta-Image
Yeah, ich bin der Mann für die harten Jobs
Was will Prinz Marcus, der Tomatenkopf?
Hurensohn, denkt, dass er die Welt regiert
Doch hat in Kitzbühel von Arafat Schellen kassiert
Wir machen im Café Fifa-Turnier
Grüße diese Opfer von der BILD und vom Berliner Kurier
Diese Pisser schieben einen Hass auf mich als wär ich Hitler
Ich hab vier Kinder, Ehefrau und ficke eure Mütter"

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    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton31_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton31.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\horses.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl, no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won't take that bitch to the movies
Ain't got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She on go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right, then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Rollin', rollin', whip A1 like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can't see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I'm goin' too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I'm so reckless, hope I don't crash
'Cause I'm ballin', like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I'm in love with the Ghost now
She's full of emotions and now she's my old bitch
'Cause my 'Rari knows how to ride, when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow, when the lights out
If it's hot or cold, we gon' still bring the bikes out
I jump out a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb' now
When I push the button, they like, What the fuck is that sound?
Damn, I'm the man now
Only pulled up in this whip, so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told 'em it's no handouts
Started up a label, 'bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I'm looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I'm sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I'm switching lanes on 'em, but I don't got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don't know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn't even appear
They say, Kodak Black, you drive like he ain't got no fear
They say, Kodak Black, you act like you ain't got no care
I say my car got a horse like I'm in a marriage
Pull up in a 'Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy, speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I'm dead
Shit, I'm driving, that no cracker wouldn't even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don't crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)"

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    Private Sub ThirteenRadioButton32_CheckedChanged(sender As Object) Handles ThirteenRadioButton32.CheckedChanged

        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\time.mp3"

        Lyrics = "[Chorus - Olivver the Kid:]
Wasting all of this time
I don't mind (mind, yeah no no)
Wasting all this of time
I don't, I said I don't mind

[Verse 1 - Skizzy Mars:]
Tell me who the most consistent
Is when I leave she be so persistent
Crib overseas cause my bitch is foreign
Please light the weed get to problem solving
Never mind school we got lots of knowledge
She got some big dreams but she stuck in college
Look me in the eye said you speak
Like you got this shit all figured out (all figured out)
Keenan got the Audi and we all liquored out
Took one dab now she all trippin' out
SportsCenter anchor this a whole different route
She mad I live at home, like you ever moving out
Bitch, patience is the key
I know I gotta lay up but I'm taking it from three
I'm pacing victory
Just wait and see, time is of the essence
Wasting never wasted, I'm taking this for me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - G-Eazy:]
Tell me who the most consistent
Is tell her chill, be home in an instant
I took her out for dinner, called the Uber; see it yet?
Look at me and laugh, she say you ain't copped the Beamer yet?
Selling records now, ain't you supposed to flex more?
Playing in like 16 countries on my next tour
She said I get it but at least could send a text more
If you got time for the music, what's the rest for?
Everything in due time, patience is a virtue
Thinking about what other people got should never hurt you
If you're too weak your heart gets broken like a curfew
Anything worth having always takes some time to pursue
Nothing comes fast except a virgin
Can never take a shortcut, I'm not that type of person
If you love what you have, well then what's the point of searching?
I ever hear you cheatin' it's a wrap like a turban
Quick visits here and there, hope it helps still
I know she longs for commitment and something else real
I'm never around, she look like she on the shelf still
Told me you don't cop a ring soon, someone else will

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Skizzy Mars:]
Tell me who the most consistent
B gotta leave cause I need my distance
Still feeling different, missing Pops on Christmas
Still spit the truth and the youth will listen
Niggas after cheese, niggas on a mission
Make 'em cooler now, I'm the new edition
5'5 LA girl, cute with dimples
It's not complicated, yo, it's super simple
Now Skizzy be the man wanna see you doing good
I don't wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl in my eyes you the dopest
Reason why I love you cause you always keep focused
And I'm always stressing but you know I keep hoping
Had the door closed now you always keep open
Keep smoking, keep motion
It's called progress, take breaks but not yet
Don't take it out of context
But

[Chorus]"

    End Sub

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        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\bankaccount.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

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        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\lookalive.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

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        Memes = "D:\musicplayerMusic\maskoff.mp3"

        Lyrics = None

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