By Camila Cabello (2022)
On album Familia (2022)

…feel you pullin' my hair
And bеlieve the words you say in my еar
Gotta go outside, I need some air
[Pre-Chorus]
I want to, want to, want to touch…
…you
Want to touch you, but my fingertips are numb
I want to, want to, want to love you
Want to love you, but my chest…
…stay, but I think I gotta leave right now
[Pre-Chorus]
I want to, want to, want to touch you
Want to touch you, but my fingertips…

…will it snow?
When will it snow?
Sweat holds the pennies in place
I stick fifteen on your face
The soles of our feet have been baked
I wish I…
…with the moon
Under the water I go
I touch the ocean floor
The sand in my fingertips
The sound in my head
Nobody knows what I know
Nobody knows…

…came up with when I was fourteen and I created post 10. No, maybe I was fifteen or sixteen. I can't really remember…
…a little writhing worm that lives in all that I touch
(To reach)
Fingertips to my palm with notes from the past
(To fail)
That I forgot after I…
By The Waiting (2024)
On album Dream (2024)

…gnawing at my fingertips
if i could gnaw my fingertips
impatient itching a growing mutiny what is left of flesh slowly,
beaten down…
…out sands, oubliettes, the endless white rooms of mansions
tease a prayer- remember to forget
a thousand forms of apologies, anything to escape this fifteen minute dream.
By Pocketbooks (2011)
On album Carousel (2011)

…to myself
A hidden retreat or a stolen weekend
I'll cling with weathered fingertips
Soft-focused melodies and
Swap decades of hectic streets…
…toll on you
Those hectic scenes, those unforgiving streets
Drive-by soundbites, in fifteen words or less
Chequebook politics, always…
…with weathered fingertips
Soft-focused melodies and
Swap decades of hectic streets for
A weekend's faded memories
Where west coast harbour lights keep…
By Freddie Gibbs & Madlib (2019)
On album Bandana (2019)

…the Yakuza set trip, we clipping off fingertips
Bitch, crack numbin' up my fingertips
Pullin' strings with my pinkie rings, AR get you…
…hit
I make fifteen jump like trampolines when that package sent
Now niggas want them methamphetamines, quick to suckin' dick
Suck…

…to recall..."
but the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the same
she played when she could barely sit still, back in '69,
when the keys made her…
…at all
Dave's a corporate lawyer in the city of Chicago
and for fifteen years, he's had his nose to the old grindstone
poured his…
By Lagwagon (2014)
On album Hang (2014)

…know me
But I don't know you at all
Fifteen minutes of fame (all day long)
Self-image we created (self-delusion)
Fingertips paint…

…'em)
Nigga call your people tell'em I want fifteen,
If they don't bring it I'ma put your bitch ass in that Gangsta lean…
…the effects of this affair,
Down for war, nothin's funny like Fozzie Bear, I'ma dump ya nigga,
Cremators gone, fingertips, rest is bone,
Ambulance…

…was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of frito-lay
And i play…
…with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like…

I call you, please--
Fingertips on the hips as I tip, gotta get a tight grip
Don't slip, loose lips sank ships
It's a trip, I love…
…and assist with them tricks
I'm just another black man, caught up in the mix
Tryin? to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Just 'cause I'm…

…sweetly in my ear
Can't you see we got a good thing here
Feel his fingertips caress my hair
Turn around…
…imagined this sweet bliss would be my lot
[Bridge: Jeff Morris]
I used to be an angry man, I wanted things that weren't mine
At fifteen…

…on my fingertips
I think this is me coming down now
I'm coming down now
[Verse 4]
We've all gone limp in the jaws of modernity
There's…
Or tertiary
It's not absurd to me
That in ten or fifteen years, I'll be gone
And no-one will have heard of me, so
[Outro]
For the meantime, I…

…was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well, we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play…
…with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well, it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like…

…was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play…
…with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like…