The song 'Fortnight' by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word 'fortnight' shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we flip that c-r-a-c-k
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we move that c-r-a-c-k
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we sell that c-r-a-c-k
[Chorus]
Crack! It got my niggaz addicted
Crack! But got my niggaz convicted
Crack! Why niggaz stand on the block
Its called crack! It got my man and 'em shot
I said crack! What niggaz sell for the cash
Crack! Got the women selling they ass
Crack! What the feins use to get high
And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called crack!
I got the cops drawn, I put the block on
Over rare 'bout to stock piles of the popcorn
Feins got the block warm getting they cop on
My young'ns run the block till ev'ry one of the rocks gone
And I got another block I'm puttin' the pot on
Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on
Cop and be gone, if you come to the block drawn
I'll hit you with the glock till ev'ry one of the shots gone
He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join'
Till he got popped now he all on his rock join'
I left him all on the block wit his top gone
Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join'
I was just tryna make some bread for my family
And ev'rybody got somebody dead in they family
And ev'rybody got some crackheads in they family
So it's no room to hate cause I kno you relate, my shit
[Chorus]
I'ma blow like propane cause the flow flames
It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine
I spit crack homie, neva been wak homie
I'm back homie, and I hold weight like I'm fat Tony
Like a soprano I stay with the ammo
Push keys and make music but don't play the piano
You could get blam! Yo, I'm nice wit my hands doe
You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo
I'm looking type rocky when I hop out the land vo
Bezel on the band whoa, rock on the hand glow
It's all for the fans doe
Thanks for the sup-port
My sixteen's like the nicotine in a Newport
I'm like Too $hort, pimpin' these hoes
I'm the best at inventin' the flow since hove
What these other niggaz spittin' is trash
But it's like hittin' a glass when you listen to cass, my shit
[Chorus]
I still be fucking it all up
Gettin' it, mixin' it cuttin', it all up
I make hella cake and I'm addin' it all up
And I ain't sellin' weight, man I'm baggin' it all up
My youngn's on the block they be knockin' it all off
Who you think the feins be coppin' it all off
My block got hard but we coppin' it all soft
If its snakes in the grass we choppin' it all off
If you play wit my cash I'm poppin' at all ya
Wit my face in a mask I'm choppin at all ya
But due to the fact I be rappin' and all that
I be actin' and all that I ain't clappin' at y'all cats
But before I did music and movies and all that
I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that
But now I don't got time cause I'm eatin' and all that
I'm too decent for all that to be beefin' wit y'all cats, you on
[Chorus]
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Its called crack!
I said crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we move that c-r-a-c-k
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we sell that c-r-a-c-k
[Chorus]
Crack! It got my niggaz addicted
Crack! But got my niggaz convicted
Crack! Why niggaz stand on the block
Its called crack! It got my man and 'em shot
I said crack! What niggaz sell for the cash
Crack! Got the women selling they ass
Crack! What the feins use to get high
And the hustlers move to get by that's why the song called crack!
I got the cops drawn, I put the block on
Over rare 'bout to stock piles of the popcorn
Feins got the block warm getting they cop on
My young'ns run the block till ev'ry one of the rocks gone
And I got another block I'm puttin' the pot on
Strong enough to smell through the jar wit the top on
Cop and be gone, if you come to the block drawn
I'll hit you with the glock till ev'ry one of the shots gone
He thought he was a thug he was all on his pop join'
Till he got popped now he all on his rock join'
I left him all on the block wit his top gone
Law called his mom and pop they all on they shock join'
I was just tryna make some bread for my family
And ev'rybody got somebody dead in they family
And ev'rybody got some crackheads in they family
So it's no room to hate cause I kno you relate, my shit
[Chorus]
I'ma blow like propane cause the flow flames
It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine
I spit crack homie, neva been wak homie
I'm back homie, and I hold weight like I'm fat Tony
Like a soprano I stay with the ammo
Push keys and make music but don't play the piano
You could get blam! Yo, I'm nice wit my hands doe
You'll be looking like Rocky if you play like you Rambo
I'm looking type rocky when I hop out the land vo
Bezel on the band whoa, rock on the hand glow
It's all for the fans doe
Thanks for the sup-port
My sixteen's like the nicotine in a Newport
I'm like Too $hort, pimpin' these hoes
I'm the best at inventin' the flow since hove
What these other niggaz spittin' is trash
But it's like hittin' a glass when you listen to cass, my shit
[Chorus]
I still be fucking it all up
Gettin' it, mixin' it cuttin', it all up
I make hella cake and I'm addin' it all up
And I ain't sellin' weight, man I'm baggin' it all up
My youngn's on the block they be knockin' it all off
Who you think the feins be coppin' it all off
My block got hard but we coppin' it all soft
If its snakes in the grass we choppin' it all off
If you play wit my cash I'm poppin' at all ya
Wit my face in a mask I'm choppin at all ya
But due to the fact I be rappin' and all that
I be actin' and all that I ain't clappin' at y'all cats
But before I did music and movies and all that
I was moving in all black wit the toolies and all that
But now I don't got time cause I'm eatin' and all that
I'm too decent for all that to be beefin' wit y'all cats, you on
[Chorus]
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Its called crack!
I said crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
Crack Lyrics as written by Barry Adrian Reese Khari Cain
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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