Tag: Paris


Maurice Chevalier – Le Chapeau De Zozo Lyrics


1. En voyage ou au cinéma
Vous avez vu l’Himalaya
L’Acropole ou Pompéi
L’Espagne au ciel fleuri
Vous avez vu Londres et ses Miss
Bruxelles et son Mannequen Piss…
Jusqu’aux îles Hawaï
See’est beau, see’est très joli
Mais tout ça voyez-vous
Ce n’est rien Monsieur
Rien do tout… Je connais beaucoup mieux

{Refrain:}
Avez-vous vu le nouveau chapeau de Zozo ?
See’est un chapeau, un papeau rigolo
Sur le devant, on a passé trois plumes de paon
Sur le côté, un amour de perroquet
Pour être original, il l’est, ça je vous le jure
Ça n’est pas le bibi, le bibi de n’importe qui
A le voir si beau, tout Paris répétera bientôt :
Avez-vous vu le chapeau de Zozo ?

2. A première vue il surprend
Il est un peu extravagant

Ne dites pas que je vous l’ai dit
Il sort de chez Monoprix
Aussi quand je passe à son bras
On fait : oh ! oh ! on fait : eh ! ah !
Mais croyez bien que je n’en suis pas
Plus fier que tout cela
Et depuis dans mon quartier
Ce n’est plus qu’un cri
Tous les gens parlent de “lui” et l’on dit :
{au Refrain}

3. Je lis dans vos yeux une question :
Pourquoi donc tant d’admiration
Pourquoi tant d’amour enfin
Pour ce petit galurin ?
Je vais vous expliquer le pourquoi :
Lorsque pour le première fois
Elle vint à mon rendez-vous
Elle l’avait, see’est tout
En le voyant, j’ai reçu un grand coup au c?ur
Et depuis il est tout mon bonheur
{au Refrain}


Stray Kids – Airplane Lyrics


[Romanized:]

YAYA
Bihaenggi bihaenggi

Meolli tteona ollataja bihaenggi
Neowa na hamkke taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji

Okay eodideunji gaji jigu jeo kkeutkkaji
Haewa dari batong teochihan hu dasi haega tteul ttaekkaji
Mannal ttaemada naraganeun gibun
Hansirado akkawo 1bun
Akkyeobojago pullin sinbal kkeundo mot mukkeosseo

Paran haneul barabomyeo geonneun geotdo joeunde
Jeo haneulgwa deo gakkapge
Yeonghwa gamsangeun saekdareuge
Ginae eumnyowa eoreumeun jeokdanghage
Uwa gamtansawa mm mm mm
Noraenmal ttara Paris anim London eottae

Ay, ay, gidaryeobwa
Jamkkanman jinjeonghaebwa
Ay, ay, itjana na
Nega nan neomu joa

Cheoeumbuteo neon
Nae simjangeul heundeulgo nareul michige hae

Meolli tteona ollataja bihaenggi
Neowa na hamkke taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji

Jim ssago wa ollataja bihaenggi
Gachi ga nal ttarawa bihaenggi
We are, we are
We high, we high
Meollimeolli neowaneun eodideunji gaji ya ya

Today’s the day to fly away
Gidaega dwae gureum chimdae
Sangsanghalsurok mami pyeonhaejyeo baby
Ppalli nawa mot chama seolleneun gibun mallya

Deudieo namui nunchi boji anko swil su isseo
Geudongan ssain modeun geotdeul changmun bakke deonjyeo
Pyeonhage dulmanui segyee inneunde
Eoneu sungan dochakan igoseun New York anim LA

Ay, ay, gidaryeobwa
Jamkkanman jinjeonghaebwa
Ay, ay, itjana na
Nega nan neomu joa

Cheoeumbuteo neon
Nae simjangeul heundeulgo nareul michige hae

Meolli tteonajago ollata bihaenggi
Neowa danduriseo taneun bihaenggi
We are, we are
We high, we high
Meollimeolli eodideun gayo

Jim ssago wa ollataja bihaenggi
Gachi ga nal ttarawa bihaenggi
We are, we are eodideun gayo
We are, we are neowaneun eodideunji gaji

Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo tteona
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Meolli tteona
We falling in love yeah

Girl I will show you Neverland
Nan neoui piteo paen naui son nochi ma babe
Amudo bon jeogi eomneun geol
Neoman boige modeun geol da nege julge

Wait jom deo nae yeopeuro wa closer
Neutgi jeone nareul bwa my lover
Kkumsogeseojocha nan
Meolli tteonaneun sangsangeul hae

Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo tteona
Now put your hands up
Urineun maeil maeil
Joeun neukkim gajigoseo
Tteona everywhere

Meolli tteona bihaenggi tago
Neowa na danduri ganeun trippin’
Jim ssago wa bihaenggi tago
Meollimeolli neowaneun eodideunji gaji
YAYA

[Korean:]

YAYA
비행기 비행기

멀리 떠나 올라타자 비행기
너와 나 함께 타는 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요

We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지

Okay 어디든지 가지 지구 저 끝까지
해와 달이 바통 터치한 후 다시 해가 뜰 때까지
만날 때마다 날아가는 기분
한시라도 아까워 1분
아껴보자고 풀린 신발 끈도 못 묶었어

파란 하늘 바라보며 걷는 것도 좋은데
저 하늘과 더 가깝게
영화 감상은 색다르게
기내 음료와 얼음은 적당하게
우와 감탄사와 mm mm mm
노랫말 따라 Paris 아님 London 어때

Ay, ay, 기다려봐
잠깐만 진정해봐
Ay, ay, 있잖아 나
네가 난 너무 좋아

처음부터 넌
내 심장을 흔들고 나를 미치게 해

멀리 떠나 올라타자 비행기
너와 나 함께 타는 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요
We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지

짐 싸고 와 올라타자 비행기
같이 가 날 따라와 비행기
We are, we are
We high, we high
멀리멀리 너와는 어디든지 가지 ya ya

Today’s the day to fly away
기대가 돼 구름 침대
상상할수록 맘이 편해져 baby
빨리 나와 못 참아 설레는 기분 말야

드디어 남의 눈치 보지 않고 쉴 수 있어
그동안 쌓인 모든 것들 창문 밖에 던져
편하게 둘만의 세계에 있는데
어느 순간 도착한 이곳은 New York 아님 LA

Ay, ay, 기다려봐
잠깐만 진정해봐
Ay, ay, 있잖아 나
네가 난 너무 좋아

처음부터 넌
내 심장을 흔들고 나를 미치게 해

멀리 떠나자고 올라타 비행기
너와 단둘이서 타는 비행기
We are, we are
We high, we high
멀리멀리 어디든 가요

짐 싸고 와 올라타자 비행기
같이 가 날 따라와 비행기
We are, we are 어디든 가요
We are, we are 너와는 어디든지 가지

Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서 떠나
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
멀리 떠나
We falling in love yeah

Girl I will show you Neverland
난 너의 피터 팬 나의 손 놓지 마 babe
아무도 본 적이 없는 걸
너만 보이게 모든 걸 다 네게 줄게

Wait 좀 더 내 옆으로 와 closer
늦기 전에 나를 봐 my lover
꿈속에서조차 난
멀리 떠나는 상상을 해

Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서 떠나
Now put your hands up
우리는 매일 매일
좋은 느낌 가지고서
떠나 everywhere

멀리 떠나 비행기 타고
너와 나 단둘이 가는 trippin’
짐 싸고 와 비행기 타고
멀리멀리 너와는 어디든지 가지
YAYA


Jam Baxter – Caravan Lyrics


(Hook)
Kicked out the caravan, somewhere left of everywhere
Someone told me all my dead relatives were buried there
You will never see me ever sitting still in any chair
Running round the desert picking thorns from my derriere
X2

(Verse 1)
Midnight, sand dunes, space flight, trashed rooms
Frog spawn, jack moves, silk tongue, rat suits
All of the above have played a part in my awakening
And peppered every dream inside this severed head I’m cradling
I left after dark, sped past the guards, handed em a shovel yellin’ “X marks the path”
One too many nights at a chess-masters yard
Where a jeweler and a thief split the rent half and half
Read between the stretch marks and scars little wench
Them two names within a heart carved in a bench aren’t ours
I said it with impeccable mystique as I hot-wired a 747 with my teeth
Last week the memories are patchy the word is that I left a bleeding segment of myself in every taxi
And crawled out the last as a disembodied fist
Still swinging, still missing, still pissed
It was like this..

(Hook)
Kicked out the caravan, somewhere left of everywhere
Someone told me all my dead relatives were buried there
You will never see me ever sitting still in any chair
Running round the desert picking thorns from my derriere
X2

(Verse 2)
I found a creepy little leaflet in a thick greasy mess
It said how to skip town in just 6 easy steps

Roll a zoot, spark it
Run screaming like a harlot with a bright red target on your chest
Then just head west, dodge bullets like a G
While the maggots from your back, back-flip into the sea
I ripped it into bits, sounds gash, poured a shot and stood back
To watch the world burn, surveying the debris
Damn, what a huge f*ckin’ mess, the crews unimpressed
There’s bare screaming kids and just a few muzzles left
I was running on a full tank of booze blood and sweat
They were broom covered goons with a few butters skets
So strap a new saddle to this old swollen pig
And I’ll show you what a cold shoulder is in 5 seconds
Bought em all a chrysalis and crawled aboard a missile ship and taught em all
To never talk shit in my presence

(Hook)
Kicked out the caravan, somewhere left of everywhere
Someone told me all my dead relatives were buried there
You will never see me ever sitting still in any chair
Running round the desert picking thorns from my derriere
X2

(Verse 3)
Smash and grab, pack a bag, boot
I’ll be halfway to Paris, sat strapping that zoot
By the time you finished asking that question
You can have this chat with your reflection
Smash and grab, pack a bag, boot
I’ll be dead in Calcutta in a tattered black suit
By the time you finished asking that question
You can have this chat with your reflection


Calogero – 1987 Lyrics


Tu te souviens
Les couleurs sur les baskets
Les crayons dans les cassettes
Je rembobine
Tu te souviens
Tous ces rêves plein nos disquettes
À Paris c’était les States
1987

[Chorus]
Il y a certains jours où je reprends mon skate
Et je vais faire un tour en 1987
Il y a certains jours dans lesquels je me jette
Et je suis de retour en 1987
Tu sais de tous ces jours y’a rien que je regrette
Mais parfois je retourne en 1987, en 87

Tu te souviens
Les survêt et les houpettes
Sabrina et 7 sur 7
Dans la cuisine c’était rien

Que 12 mois sur la planète
L’URSS, INXS
On chantait I want your sex

[Chorus]
Il y a certains jours où je reprends mon skate

Et je vais faire un tour en 1987
Il y a certains jours dans lesquels je me jette
Et je suis de retour en 1987
Tu sais de tous ces jours y’a rien que je regrette
Mais parfois je retourne en 1987, en 87

Tu verras bien qu’un jour une chanson dans la tête
Tu auras à ton tour ton 1987
Tu verras bien qu’un jour une chanson dans la tête
Tu auras à ton tour ton 1987
C’est tout ce que je te souhaite
Tu auras à ton tour ton 1987
C’est tout ce que je te souhaite
Tu auras à ton tour ton 1987
C’est tout ce que je te souhaite
Tu auras à ton tour ton 1987
Tu te souviens
J’aime les paroles


Nav – Chirp Lyrics (feat. Quavo)


[NAV:]
(Mmm, my phone gon’ chirp, mmm)
(My phone gon’ chirp) Yeah, yeah whassup? (My phone gon’ chirp)
(My phone gon’ chirp) Um, I’m still, I’m still recording
You wanna come by? (My phone gon’ chirp)
(My phone gon’ chirp, gotta bend these Percs)

Breakin’ down, get a brick like a Kit-Kat (Ayy, yeah)
Rockin’ all designer clothes but it’s mismatched (Ayy)
I don’t ever worry ’bout where a bitch at
Drivin’ packs on the road, had to vis’ that (Let’s go, brr)
I’ma get the Rollie slime green, slatt, slatt (Slatt)
She movin’ out the way every time a bag back (Skrrt)
Spend a hundred fifty K, get my wrist wrapped
I could put the money up, I know I get it back
Both of my pinkies got riggity-rocks (Bling, rocks)
I could get birds by the flickity-flock (Brr)
Shoppin’ in Paris for drippity-drop
Makin’ hits, I never flippity-flop (Flop)
I can ‘t just let any bitch into my spot
Before you get in, are you f*ckin’ or not?
All tanks on top, I don’t care for the box
She on the way, I fell asleep on the Wock’ (Yeah)
Pullin’ out bitches from the crowd at my show
Like a hood girl, I don’t like pink toes (Yeah)
I think I’ma keep her, I’m impressed by her throat
Bought the bitch a Benz with a Prada pink coat (Yeah)
Yeah I pop pills, I been rollin’ all day
Ain’t a bad bitch in my city I ain’t slay (Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ ‘fore I eat a good cake
Don’t wanna hear your problems, got a lot on my plate

[NAV:]
My phone gon’ chirp (Brrt)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Try to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse)
Cash said, "Eighty for a verse" (Yeah)
Said, "You got half, less work" (Yeah)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Skrrt, let’s go)
[Quavo:]
Sippin’ on drank (Syrup, drank), sippin’ on drank (Sy-syrup, drank)

Told her put the money in her skirt (Skrrt)
Told her, "Bend that ass," she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blurr
Drip, clear water, pure water, surfer (Oh)
Flip, l this money I get (Cash)
Pullin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch, strip, strip (Pop it)

[Quavo:]
My whip is exotic, my bitch is exotic
And we on the block with narcotics (Narc’)
AK won’t fit in my pocket, we order five profits to the tropics (Oh)
I want two humid M’s ain’t no option
We keep on poppin’ pills ’til it’s toxic (Yeah)
Dirty the money, laundry, had to wash it (Yeah)
I put the bounty on him, had to drop it (Drop it, uh)
On the phone, put ’em on a lil’ lick (Brrt)
If you hit, I’ma get a lil’ rich (Brrt)
Don’t call if it don’t make sense (Don’t call)
Don’t make cheese it don’t make sense (No, no)
Got too many tings on the leash (Too)
Good dope make ’em turn to a fiend (No)
Alicia (No), Alicia (Alicia), Alicia when I play with the keys

[NAV:]
My phone gon’ chirp (Brrt)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Try to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse, ain’t no mind)
Cash said, "Eighty for a verse" (Yeah, yeah)
Said, "You got half, less work" (Yeah, let’s work)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Skrrt, let’s go)
[Quavo:]
Sippin’ on drank (Syrup, sippin’ on drank)
Sippin’ on drank (Sy-syrup, sippin’ on drank)
Told her put the money in her skirt (Skrrt)
Told her, "Bend that ass," she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blurr
Drip, clear water, pure water, surfer (Oh)
Flip, l this money I get (Cash)
Pullin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch, strip, strip (Ayy)

[Quavo:]
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm


Megan was in Paris on an arts residency when coronavirus hit. Now she’s reimagining her project from home


TAS

Artist Megan Walch was just two weeks into a months-long arts residency in the heart of Paris when coronavirus took hold of France.

Key points:

  • The arts sector has been decimated by the coronavirus pandemic, which has put a stop to exhibitions, productions and performances
  • The Tasmanian Government has released $1.5 million in new funding for the state’s arts sector
  • One Tasmanian arts organisation has agreed to pay parity to ensure its viability, meaning it will survive until at least October

“Everything was closing in Paris like a series of dominoes,” she said.

“I got to some of the key places I wanted to go to, and I ended up wandering the empty streets of Paris for two days with a camera, documenting what to me was an extraordinary time in that city.

“It was exhilarating and frightening, and it would oscillate between utter exhilaration and being quite nervous,” she said.

When France announced a nationwide lockdown, including the closure of all non-essential public locations, Walch faced being quarantined in her studio, away from family in a foreign country.



Photo:

Artists Megan Welch was studying in Paris and working on a painting of French aristocracy as the virus hit. (Supplied)

“It wasn’t the Paris I went there to work with and being forcibly removed from my family was not a good idea,” she said.

“It wasn’t until I physically boarded the plane that I thought I would get home.”



Photo:

The Tasmanian artist described the empty streets in Paris as “frightening” as the city prepared for a month-long lockdown. (Supplied)

Upon her return, the painter spent two weeks in quarantine in her Hobart studio where she used her time to devise how best to continue with her original project — reimagining 18th century murals which depicted the French aristocracy as monkeys as contemporary wallpaper.

Being able to examine the murals in detail was important to the self-described visual learner.

“It is a question as to whether [the project] can be digitally translated or how, if at all,” Walch said.

It is a problem facing artists everywhere in the time of coronavirus: how best to reimagine and display their work.

Coronavirus decimates arts sector

Tasmania’s Government last month announced $1.5 million in new funding for artists and arts organisations whose work was cancelled, postponed or disrupted due to COVID-19.



Photo:

Megan Walch believes artists are “marginalised as luxury goods in Australia”. (meganwalch.com.au)

This included the $500,000 Arts and Screen Digital Production Fund, aimed specifically at artists like Walch.

With a month before submissions close, three artists or arts organisations have already applied for funding under that program, while a further 22 applications are in progress.

State Growth deputy secretary of cultural and tourism industry development Jacqui Allen said the criteria were deliberately flexible to allow for innovation and collaboration.

“I think we needed some good news, to be honest,” Ms Allen said, acknowledging the devastating impact of the coronavirus on Tasmania’s broad arts community.

“We know Tasmania’s creative and cultural profile is really important for people here.

“It’s important for us to be sharing out stories, but it’s also going to be part of our strategy to get people to come back and visit Tasmania.”

Performers welcome much needed funding

Award-winning actress Marta Dusseldorp and acclaimed director husband Ben Winspear imagine a Tasmania where theatre is performed every night of the week.

Archipelago Productions, their stage and screen company, was among three groups scheduled to open Hobart’s new Studio Theatre with Angus Cerini’s play, The Bleeding Tree.



Photo:

Director Ben Winspear and actress Marta Dusseldorp are applying for State Government funding for their stage and screen company Archipelago Productions. (ABC News: Peter Curtis)

While the coronavirus pandemic has put this on hold, the pair said their company was pressing on with rehearsals by using Zoom to do readings and analysis, while taking time to recalibrate.

“I actually think it’s a really, really good time to inject a whole lots of funds into development because no-one’s shooting at the moment,” Dusseldorp said.

“So a lot of that money can be rerouted until the next financial year and really look to nurturing our writers, our creative minds, and get new works written.

“That’s a positive.”

“A lot of the artists we’ve employed are really part-time, casuals, contract workers. They are very susceptible to falling through the cracks. Funding projects can really help address that,” Winspear a former resident director with the Sydney Theatre Company, said.

Pay parity paves way for company’s survival

Staff at the acclaimed Big hART arts organisation, founded in Tasmania’s north-west and focused on working with disadvantaged communities, have agreed to pay parity to ensure the company’s survival.



Photo:

Big hART arts organisation will survive until August after staff agreed to pay parity. (Supplied: Heath Holden)

All 20 employees are now paid just above the Government’s JobKeeper subsidy of $1,500 per fortnight.

According to co-founder and artistic director Scott Rankin, “it’s brought some people who are part-time up a bit and quite a lot of us down”.

But it means Big hART will survive until at least October, a relief for a group which usually thinks in weeks instead of months when it comes to viability.

“It’s okay maybe with [bigger companies] to [say] ‘OK, we’ll take a bit of a holiday or lay people off’, but if you work in very disadvantaged communities you have to be very careful with the way you treat participants in the projects,” Rankin said.

“In the end we can’t be part of another failure in the life of our constituents or the cohort we work with.”

Coronavirus set to ‘wipe out’ artists

Rankin said Big hART would also look to apply for various grants, but said more action from government was needed.

“If you listen to a podcast for a mental health, if you listen to music, if you get up and listen to Fran Kelly on the radio, if you put your feet on the floor and there’s a handmade rug, if you reach for a ceramic mug … that’s art, that culture is the lifeblood of who we are, it is us,” Rankin said.

“The people we entrust to ensure our children and grandchildren have great experiences and express themselves and have a sense of agency and empowerment, that is the work of the arts.”



Photo:

Artist Megan Walch left an eerily empty Paris behind to reimagine her work from her Hobart studio. (Supplied)

Walch described the State Government’s funding as a much-needed “care package” for Tasmania’s arts sector and said she hoped to work with local company MadFinch Productions to tell the story of organisations affected by coronavirus.

“A lot of artists are working on low incomes, no incomes, and it’s going to wipe out a lot of practitioners,” she said.

“Artists are also fantastic at creative problem-solving, so if people can creative problem solve and embed their practices in other forms or function in Australia — easier said than done — that would be an ultimate goal.

“Artists are marginalised as luxury goods in Australia, they’re seen as superfluous, so maybe this is a huge recalibration for all of society.”

Source: https://www.abc.net.au/news


Doja Cat – Streets Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
[?]
Bla-a-aq Tuxedo
Down-down on the, down-down on the beat

[Chorus]
Like you
Like you
Like you
Ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you
Like you
Like you
Send your location, come through
I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
I can’t, I find no one like you
I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
I can’t, I find no one like you

[Verse 1]
Baby, we tried to fight it
We all been there some days
Thought I need something else
And acted like I was okay
We just had to work it out
And baby I needed space
Ain’t nobody wrong here
You live on yours so far away

[Bridge]
You pulled me heart out
I’m nothing like a [?]
You held me so down
So down I never grew (Oh)
And tried to find out
And none of them came through
And now I’m stuck in the middle
And baby had pull me out

[Chorus]
Like you
Like you
Like you
Ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you
Like you
Like you
Send your location, come through

[Verse 2]
Yeah, damn papa, you a rare weed
No comparing
And it’s motherfucking scary
Tryna keep him ’cause I found him
Let a ho know
I ain’t motherfucking sharing
I could take you to the parents
Then to Paris
Plan a motherfucking wedding
You the type I wanna marry (Yeah)
And keep you married
I put a ring on when you ready
We play our fantasies out in real life ways and
No Final Fantasy, can we end these games tho
You give me energy, make me feel lightweight
Like the birds of a feather, baby we real life made for each other
And it’s hard to keep my cool
When other bitches tryna get with my dude and
When other chickens tryna get in my coop
‘Cause you’re a one in a million, there ain’t no man like you

[Chorus]
Like you
Like you
Like you
Ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you
Like you
Like you
Send your location, come through
I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
I can’t, I find no one like you
I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
I can’t, I find no one like you


Frank Ocean – DHL Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Love that I, love that I give
That is not all that I give up
Uh, uh-huh
Love that I, love that I give
Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh
That is not all that I give up

[Verse 1]
Look at them shakes, uh-huh
Made up a dance
How come you shook?
But I ain’t took out my hands
Beans, Starbucks, starstruck
Bitch comin’ soon, yeah, that’s ’cause you suck, yeah
(Suck me off, suck me off, suck me off
Suck me off, suck me off, suck me off)
That’s comin’ soon, yeah (Suck my dick, huh)
I’m in my bag
I’m in my bag, stay on alert
I’m going on-stage, ’cause all of my chains diving deep off
Findin’ the key, put it in, Kawasaki
Totin’ that Amazon (Amazon)
Shit like 6’5″ (Shit like 6’5″)
Take back, rewind, now I rewind
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine (Baby be mine)
Ooh, ooh, baby be mine

[Chorus]
Got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up with a pack
Got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up like a pill
Got a pack, fuckin’ with Saturday night chill
Just got up off of on a pack (I got a pack)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I got a pack, came from DHL
I got a shot at the pill
I got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up on a pill
Count it up

[Verse 2]
Niggas think it’s new, it ain’t new, boy
Old files just turned two, yeah, flu, yeah
Still sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon, yeah
Still sound like it’s comin’ soon, tell the truth
Boy toy suck me like a Hoover, like a Hoover
Boy toy ride me like a Uber, like the Uber
Smiley face, factory casing, ain’t buss it down, yeah
I laugh and I forgave it, violations, ain’t seen ’em around, yeah
Could test it, wavy pool, sit behind the pool
I’m tellin’ the truth, bro
Remind me of trade, brushin’ his waves
Shit look like ramen noodles
Fuck, this shit sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon, bro
And it still sound like it’s comin’ soon, comin’ soon
New files sittin’ on my drive, nothin’ new, yeah
New vibes and I can’t get down, what you do, yeah
New vibes, really can’t get down to the pool, yeah
New gliss sittin’ on the cyst, on my wrist, yeah
New bitch ridin’ on my dick like a kick, yeah
All in the day and I paid for the studio rate, instead of the rent, yeah
Now I can hang in this bitch every day waitin’ for some inspiration to hit me
Look like I’m dressed for a hike but I really look like I’m in Paris and shit, yeah
Look like I’m dressed for a camp ’cause I’m pitchin’ up that, like I’m pitchin’ a tent, yeah
This ain’t no fuckin’ hopes and dreams, prophecy
All these sleeve wafers and the coffee bean
Roman numerals, niggas wanna buy me, we exposed
Double D’s exposed, throw some beats
Fuckin’ these hoes, leave, now my fuckin’ floor stores
Move me slow, yes
Roofie tea, ice ecstasy, rollin’
You seen my bag, it’s swollen, I want more, I can’t even fold it
I drop you a pin like I’m bowling
You want it so now you my opponent
Breakfast and dinner is plenty, we spend all that time alone, alone
Watchin’ the clouds roll, woah

[Chorus]
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, oh, a pack, yeah
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, oh, DHL
Just got up on a pill
There it is woo
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Chick just came up with a pack
I got a pack, came out with DHL
Chick just got up with a pack
I got a pack, over at DHL
Chick just got up with a pack

[Outro]
Independent jug, sellin’ records out the trunk
I’m already rich as fuck so the products in the front
Got my partner in the front, been my BF for a month
But we been fuckin’ from the jump


G-Eazy – Hittin Licks Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah (It’s time for the ninety-nine)
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
One of one, ain’t no one like me
One of one, ain’t no one like you
Yeah, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together, yeah
One of one ain’t no one like us
Why the fuck you think they don’t like us?
Ay, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together (Uh)

[Verse 1]
You my bitch forever
I wanna mob with you, hittin’ licks together
Through thick and thin we stick together
Let’s run a threesome, hit a bitch together, yeah
But honestly, we’re enough together
Let’s move to Paris and be rich forever
Then maybe go half on some kids together
Settle down in Florence, baby, it’s whatever, yeah
Wintertime we can switch the furs
40K a piece, cop his and hers
Vicuña plus got the Birkin purse
Scenic route in the ‘Rari while the engine purrs

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, you make the boy calm down
I just want to hear you sing this song out loud
Uh, and she loyal to the core
I’m worried about her, I ain’t worried ’bout yours

[Chorus]
One of one, ain’t no one like me
One of one, ain’t no one like you
Yeah, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together, yeah
One of one ain’t no one like us
Why the fuck you think they don’t like us?
Ay, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together

[Verse 2]
Bonnie and Clyde, no reason to switch
Ready to die, it’s just me and my bitch
We out to Dubai when the seasons switch
Left some girls in the past, I ain’t seen ’em since
Call from the plane as it takes off for you
Came to see you, took some days off for you
One life to live, I would die for you
Whatever you ask, you know I would supply for you
Rolex, Chanel clutch I buy for you
Cartier nail bracelet ’cause I adore you
Answer whenever you call, I won’t ignore you
2000 roses Venus ET Fleur, yeah, I’ll spoil you

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, you make the boy calm down
I just want to hear you sing this song out loud
Yeah, and she loyal to the core
Worried about her, I ain’t worried ’bout yours

[Chorus]
One of one, ain’t no one like me
One of one, ain’t no one like you
Yeah, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together, yeah
One of one ain’t no one like us
Why the fuck you think they don’t like us?
Ay, we the shit together
Let’s go around the world hittin’ licks together


Ruth B. – Sycamore Tree Lyrics


Play this song

[Verse 1]
I don’t trust a lot, but I think I trust you
I keep to myself, but I’m crazy as well
And I know I don’t know a lot about you
And you know you don’t know a lot about me
But, I’ll give you my time if you give me your mind

You feel so brand new, like I’ve never felt this before
I thought I found love, but I’m always left wanting more
And I know it’s not easy opening up
But when I’m with you I can’t enough
So, I’ll give you my mind if you give me your time

[Chorus]
So can we skip the small talk and go straight to our dreams?
Tell me ’bout your family and all your greatest fears
I want your ideas on how you plan to save the world
So meet me when the sun’s out we talk all about you and me
Take a right on Front Street, I’ll be underneath the sycamore tree

[Verse 2]
Come explore my thoughts, that I don’t let most people see
Then I’ll dive into your heart, to find out what makes it beat
Just a little faster when you’re alone
Tell me ’bout the things that make you feel
So, good in your soul then I’ll give you my own

[Chorus]
So can we skip the small talk and go straight to our dreams?
Tell me about your family and all your greatest fears
I want your ideas on how you plan to save the world
So meet me when the sun’s out, we can talk all about you and me
Take a right on Front Street, I’ll be underneath the sycamore tree

[Bridge]
You want to go to Paris, I want to go to space
You like the way I kiss you, I see it on your face
You know my favorite color, I know you don’t have one
Time stops when we’re together

[Chorus]
So can we skip the small talk and go straight to our dreams?
Tell me about your family and all your greatest fears
I want your ideas on how you plan to save the world
So meet me when the sun’s out, we can talk all about you and me
Take a right on Front Street, I’ll be underneath the sycamore tree


Ace Hood – In My Bag Lyrics


[Intro]
Ay dios mios!
Body Bag (Bag)
Oh yeah, nigga (Uh)
I wanna take off
Uh

[Verse: Ace Hood]
Raise up my levels, I’m doing it
I bought some Balenci’s and ruined them
That shit on the dash, I’m doing it
The vision aligned, I’m doing it
My Queen on her shit and she doing it
Want it, she on it, pursuing it
I’m with the kids then I’m in the gym, then I’m in the studio doing it
Miss me with all the confusion, I leave it all in the music
You niggas square as a rubix, I’m in a pair of the newest
I’m out in Paris, I’m doing it
Under influence, I’m wooing it
I hear your music, I’m booing it
You lay a finger, I’m queuing it
I let her pull on the roots, I wanna feel on her roots
So much shit I’d do, let that freon loose
You got that peon juice
Neon whip, on coupe
Talk my shit, I bought a new stick
I ain’t even planning on shooting up shit
No way could change, memory lane
I’m in the parks where my enemies hang
Fuck it I’m loose, don’t be a goof
This nigga going too dumb in the booth
I got that pressure, applying it too
I been that nigga since Daisy Duke’s
I hit that button, now where’s the roof?
Speaking of GOAT, nigga here’s the proof
Heard they was talking, he signed to who?
I’m in the suit for the randevu
Caught in the moment, I’m trying to groove
Militant minded, you know how I move
I’m in the space of the manifest, ain’t got no time for the internet
I got the slightest of one regret
I should of worked with that nigga X (XX Live Long)
Bless souls, live long
Still here writing my wrongs
Plenty hits in my phone
Push to start and I’m gone
Revving the engine, it’s heavy
Rollie and ring, I’m petty
Caking this shit like a Deli
Whipping this bitch like a Deli
Body!
Bag


Lil Tracy – I Could Fuck All My Exes Lyrics


Yeah
Yuh, yuh

I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
I can fuck all of my exes
I can fuck all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Flexin’ n’ finessin’, yah
I can fuck all of my exes

My main bitch too precious
Lil mama, ain’t dressin’
I’m leavin’ my pants, yuh
Pants ’em from Paris, yuh
Girl [?] she’s parents
She said she like what I’m wearin’
Used to be a little nigga, yuh
Tracy got a lot bigger, yuh
Fuck niggas, I switched up, ay
Don’t be mad, if I don’t pick up, yeah

I’m prolly on the road, yeah
You’re prolly a hoe, yeah
I’m choosin’ all my hoe, ay
I’m choosin’ all my old hoe

I can fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
But I learned my lesson
My new bitch Cinderella
Think she forbidden as rella
You smoking girls more better, yuh
Glocks in the [?]
Niggas think they clever

I can fuck all of my exes
I can all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Tryna pull up in a Lexus, yuh
That’s why you know that I’m flexin’
Black in the day you was flexin’, ay
Now I’m ignoring your texts, yah
If I bring to this mansion
Girl will be your ex bitch, yah
I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
But I live in the present, yuh


Yung Bans – In My Underwear Lyrics


[Intro: Baka]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
Yeah, slidin’ down yo block, big Glock in my underwear
Police pull me over right now, I’m gon’ get the chair
This a dirty game, if you gon’ play, you gotta stay aware
Niggas doin’ all that talkin’, ain’t no action, how I know you scared
Takin’ trips, private jet, fly the goons to Paris
All this damn… damn designer I don’t even wear it
Came straight out the jungle, lions, tigers, bears, I ain’t scared
My aura different, just somethin’ ’bout me, niggas can’t compare

[Verse 1]
Ayy, yeah, niggas be singin’ like PnB Rock
Yellow duct tape, we don’t need no chalk
Put holes in a nigga, look like Crocs
Bird gang shit, all the birds gon’ flock
Be with them eagles, a couple of hawks
My niggas deceivin’ like fuck what you thought
Ain’t sparin’ these niggas, I’m takin’ ’em all
No love for a bitch, I just bust in her jaw
Fuck that bitch so good I can cheat, she ain’t gon’ go nowhere
Try to snatch these chains, you gon’ die, nigga, I double dare
Popped too many Percs like it’s J, I don’t do no heroin
My heart in the streets ’til I die like we fuckin’ married
I know these broke ass niggas can’t stand me (Ooh, they can’t stand me)
I got a stick, that bitch come in handy (Come in, come in handy)
I’m so hot, don’t know how I’m landin’ (Don’t know how I’m landing)
Before you judge, try to understand me

[Chorus]
Yeah, slidin’ down yo block, big Glock in my underwear
Police pull me over right now, I’m gon’ get the chair
This a dirty game, if you gon’ play, you gotta stay aware
Niggas doin’ all that talkin’, ain’t no action, how I know you scared
Takin’ trips, private jet, fly the goons to Paris
All this damn… damn designer I don’t even wear it
Came straight out the jungle, lions, tigers, bears, I ain’t scared
My aura different, just somethin’ ’bout me, niggas can’t compare


Little Mix – Only You (Acoustic) Lyrics


[Verse 1: Perrie]
Dancing with your silhouette in the places that we met
Ooh, tryna find you in the moon
Paris never feels the same, when the streets all call your name
Ooh, so I hide in crowded rooms

[Pre-Chorus: Leigh-Anne]
And I’ll follow right down the river
Where the ocean meets the sky
To you, to you

[Chorus: Jade]
Once upon a time, we had it all
Somewhere down the line we went and lost it
One brick at a time we watched it fall
I’m broken here tonight and darling, no one else can fix me
Only you, only you
And no one else can fix me, only you
Only you, only you
And no one else can fix me, only you, oh

[Post-Chorus: Jade]
Oh, no one else can fix me, only you
(Only you)
Oh, no one else can fix me, only you

[Verse 2: Jesy & Trevor]
Did I let go of your hand for a castle made of sand?
Ooh, that fell into the blue
I went following the sun to be alone with everyone
Ooh, looking ’round a crowded room

[Pre-Chorus: Leigh-Anne & Trevor]
And I’ll follow right down the river
Where the ocean meets the sky
To you, to you

[Chorus: Little Mix & Trevor]
Once upon a time, we had it all (We had it all, mmm)
Somewhere down the line we went and lost it (We went and lost it)
One brick at a time we watched it fall (Fall)
I’m broken here tonight and darling, no one else can fix me
Only you, only you (Yeah)
And no one else can fix me, only you (on-ly you, yeah)
Only you, (Nobody else), only you (Oh, oh)
And no one else can fix me, only you (aw)
And no one else can fix me, only you
(Only you)
And no one else can fix me, only you

[Chorus: Trevor, {Little Mix}, (Perrie)]
{Only you}, only you, {only you}, only you
{And no one else can fix me, only you} (Only you, oh)
{Only you}, only you, {only you}, only you
{And no one else can fix me, only you}


5 Seconds of Summer – Killer Queen Lyrics


[Intro]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam

[Verse 1]
She keeps Moët et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake,’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

[Chorus]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you’re that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars she couldn’t care less
Fastidious and precise

[Chorus]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Drop of a hat she’s as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She’s all out to get you

[Chorus]
She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try


Kevin Gates – I Got U Lyrics


[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I probably rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Dirty dollar getter
On the phone with one of my hittas
Drop the bands
Pots and pans
In the kitchen, bagin up sand
I’m not carin’
One of my mans
He owed me 100 bands
Say no names
[?]
Push one button your feet the air
All for me to sit back in this chair
I’m hands on I’m everywhere
[?]
Cold sport but Life ain’t fair
Go back platinum one more time
After that its
Say she love me okay yeah
Let me rip and go somewhere
Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
They might say I’m [?]
In the slums you never there
Paid protection, you meant protection
Big old weapon bottle [?]
From the projects we in Paris
[?]
Sipping fanta out a can

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Screeching macking bouncing
Big old booty bouncing
I’m pouring up two ounces
This shit flow like a fountain
This shit tall like a mountain
We in here money counting
Sometimes its so astounding
Blowing this loud we lounging
Fix your face stop pouting
Bae I’mma take you shopping
I told you stop [?]
GPS re-routing
When [?]
You better not get to shouting
I’ll show you I’m really about it
Don’t make no scene in public
[?]
Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in
[?] making that face I’m pounding
Making that face you [?]

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real


Aminé – DR. WHOEVER Lyrics


[Intro: Rickey Thompson]
Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? Bitch, what the fuck?! Don’t you realize you poppin’? Every time you walk in the room you break necks. Necks?! But you tellin’ me you sad on your muthafuckin’ b-day
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Yeah
I sit here and tell you my problems
That’s how this work, right?
I’m s’posed to be open and honest
But I got time, right?
My niggas having sessions and I’m doin’ sessions
Can’t man up if masculinity your only weapon
Man, I’ve thought about suicide a hundred times
But, I’d hate to disappoint and see my momma cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
‘Cause I know I’m getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other but we barely show it
He hates that I left home and the lawn is now his to mow it
He look at my generation and think that fashion’s over
I kill my sister if she ever model Fashion Nova (true)
I’m always on a flight, or I’m in a hurry
I miss when losing my virginity was my only worry
Back when putting on a condom had me really scary
And milkshakes were the only time we’d eat a cherry
I think learning how to eat pussy from someone who eat pussy
Is better than learning from someone who doesn’t
And that’s word to my ex
And that’s word to my tongue
And that’s word to the woman who had my heart beatin’ drums
Yeah
Love is what I cherished and Miss Parrish
Flew all the way to Paris and we made out on my terrace
I kept it on the low low, cause I was in love
And the shade I had in my room was already enough
I’m going on some dates and I’m making some plans
But it’s hard to find some love if the girl is a fan
And after we fuck, she want a picture with me
She got me feeling like Paper Boi, but I cry when she leaves

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever
I said, I said
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Interlude]
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo
Yes sir, yeah, look

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Boy, you looking big mad
When you see a young brotha up in first class
And you damn right my ego like Lavar ball
And they hate to see a black man who can’t get blackballed
I said my paper long
My paper long
You damn right, bitch
My paper long
It’s that yellow, mellow, fellow
Yeah, that Yellowstone
Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone
I went from plaque in my teeth
To having plaques on the wall
Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought
Young nigga, like Jigga
Tryna make me a boss
I’ll take my momma to Louis
And take your girl to the Ross nigga
Back in the muthafuckin’ building
Your boo thing want my children
My net worth gon’ be a billion
Shorty gimme head like ceiling
Dick disappear chameleon
And like I’m muthafuckin rollin [?]
My whip bought, it’s not stolen

[Chorus: Aminé]
These intros ain’t meant to be bangers
They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers
Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather
Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever

[Verse 3: Aminé]
Hey doc, do I tell em how I actually feel?
Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
They swear niggas play tough won’t even smile in mirrors
And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error
Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out
And Amine be the name that your girlfriend gon call out
To all my niggas with some melanin
Let your feelings settle in
If you feelin’ worthless you should probably go and tell a friend, yeah
But, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the fuck is my life
My best friend got married
You can bet that I cried
I met Spike and Brad Pitt, no malls I’m Saks Fifth, nigga

[Outro: Rickey Thompson]
Get your shit together and turn the fuck up!


Nicki Minaj – Hard White lyrics


[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Verse 1]
Ayo, just last week I told ’em to pick a side
I bust shots, don’t duck if it don’t apply
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride
Sike, made you look, I still didn’t pick a guy
I’m the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me
Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie
Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarassed
‘Cause they know I’m the queen, I still didn’t pick an heiress
Mirror, mirror, who’s the fairest?
You the motherfucking fairest, Nicki
What I drop on this watch?
I don’t know, about a hundred-fifty
I’m who they wishin’ to be
These hoes is on the ‘Gram, Nicki pitchin’ the ki’
‘Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo? Uh

[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Verse 2]
Ayo, just last week I told ’em they run done
My legacy could never be undone
I’m a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I’m the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat’s here
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told ’em knock it off
Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off
Put my crown on again, and I’ma knock it off
Anything with Nicki in it, they gonna pocket off
I mean profit off, my plug drop it off
You see them copyin’ my hair, tell ’em, “Chop it off!”
Uh, bad gyal with the, top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when mi drop ’em off
Uh, I ain’t never played a hoe position
I ain’t ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin’? Okay, these hoes is wishin’
You’re in no position to come for O’s position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position

[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Outro]
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
J-j-just last week, I told ’em to pick a side
I-I-I bust shots, don’t duck if they don’t apply


Beyonce And Jay-Z – LoveHappy lyrics


[Verse 1: Beyonce & Jay-Z]
Happily in love, haters please forgive me
I let my wife write the will, I pray my children outlive me
I give my daughter our custom dress, so she gon’ be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Bitches strength, I see nobody f*ckin’ wit’ him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit me
Sir asked it, like is that sh*t, is trippy (uh-huh)
Twinning, Blue and Rumi [?]
(Happy in love)
Sitting, docked at the bay wit’ a big yacht
Sippin’ Yamazaki on the rocks
He went to [?], I went to [?] out in Paris
Yeah, you f*cked up the first time, we had to get remarried
Yo, chill man
We keepin’ it real with these people right?
Lucky I ain’t kill you when I met that b- (Nah, aight, aight )
Y’all know how I met her, we broke up and got back together
To get her back, I had to sweat her
Y’all could make her with a bag, I had to change the weather
Move the whole family west but its whatever
In a glass house still throwing stones
Hova, Beezus, watch the thrones
(Happy in love)

[Chorus: Beyonce]
You did some things to me, boy you do some things to me
But love is deeper than your pain and I believe you can change
Baby, the ups and downs are worth it, don’t wait to go, but we’ll work it
We’re flawed but we’re still perfect for each other
Sometimes I thought we’d never see the light
Went through hell with heaven on our side
This beach ain’t always been no paradise
But nightmares only last one night
(Happy in love)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z & Beyonce]
No more clubs and Cali-curfews (one night )
Just call it affairs in a tighter circle
Lost for [?] in small [?], woo
Just hood ass nigga’s in designer suits
Follow my [?] on a truth in Aaliyah boots, yeah, yeah
Amelia Earhart, flyer than who? (yeah, yeah)
Fake news y’all choose, we no lie
No photoshop, just real life
(Happy in love)

[Chorus: Beyonce]
You did some things to me, boy you do some things to me
But love is deeper than your pain and I believe you can change
Baby, the ups and downs are worth it, don’t wait to go, but we’ll work it
We’re flawed but we’re still perfect for each other
Sometimes I thought we’d never see the light
Went through hell with heaven on our side
This beach ain’t always been no paradise
But nightmares only last one night

[Outro: Beyonce]
Damn, look at us now
Pray, pray for the vows
Way up now, yes, and a way, long way down
We came, and we saw, and we conquered it all
We came, and we conquered, now we’re happy in love


DJ Mustard & RJmrLA – Hard Way lyrics


(feat. Rae Sremmurd)

[Intro: RJMrLA & YG]
All my niggas worked for this shit
Mustard on the beat, hoe!

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & RJMrLA]
Had to do this shit the hard way
Came up, yeah, did it our way
I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze
Young nigga, mixing Henny with the Rose
Ay, with the Rose, yeah
Young nigga, young nigga, did it our way
I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze
Ay, mix the Hen with the Rose, ay

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]
Looking in the mirror, I count this cash backwards
This scene I’m on is for actors and actresses
Cameras gon’ flash when you’re the main attraction
Bitches coming in disorderly fashion

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Ay, check out my passion
Fresh out of Paris, put that on my taxes
Came up from nothing, I flex with a passion
Benjamin Button, I count that shit backwards

[Verse 2: RJMrLA]
Hundreds and fifties in Jacksons
I mash my heat with my jackets
Max’d out my card up in Maxfield
That’s for all my flaws in the backfield
Front lie with my main side hoes
Said they want Barry’s, not Domino’s

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
All in my face, girl, tell me what’s the reason?
Top shelf OG, man I’m barely even breathing
If I say, I imported my car, would you believe me?
Brand new Fendi jacket, it don’t come out ’till next season
I gotta get this money, like a junky I be fiending
And since we grind together, I got all my niggas with me, yeah

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & RJMrLA]
Had to get this shit the hard way
Came up, yeah, did it our way
I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze
Young nigga, mixing Hen with the Rose
Ay, with the Rose, yeah
Young nigga, young nigga, did it our way
I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze
Ay, mix the Hen with the Rose, ay

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]
Looking in the mirror, I count this cash backwards
This scene I’m on is for actors and actresses
Cameras gon’ flash when you’re the main attraction
Bitches coming in disorderly fashion
Looking in the mirror, I count this shit backwards
This scene I’m on is for actors and actresses
Cameras gon’ flash when you’re the main attraction
Bitches coming in disorderly fashion
Looking in the mirror, I count this shit backwards
This scene I’m on is for actors and actresses
Cameras gon’ flash when you’re the main attraction
Bitches coming in disorderly fashion

[Verse 4: RJMrLA]
Hold up, check out my fashion
Check out how I’m splashin’
Come touch my fabrics
Picked up this one bitch that swear she ain’t ratchet
Soon as she jumped in, we fucked in the back seat
I don’t even know why the plug tryna tax me
Why he act like we ain’t had this here last week
Before the rap beef, I had a rap sheet, mm
Look how we run shit without a track meet

[Verse 5: Slim Jxmmi]
Ay, ay, out in L.A. catching dumb ways
Coutin’ up the hunnids ’till my thumbs break
Baby make it shake, it’s your birthday
You ain’t a hoe if you suck it on the first day

[Verse 6: RJMrLA]
Suck me on a Thursday, that throwback, mm
Slow jamz, bob to that Womack
Chopsticks, mob shit, we on that
Give a bomb bitch bomb dick and a low jack, ooh
Girl pay attention to detail
When you with me, mention no other female?
Me, Swae, and Jimmi, that’s packed shows in pre-sales
Retail, resale, she want that 4Hunnid Summers and OMMIO wave
She want Rae Sremmurd and MrLA
Astronaut juice, I just jumped out the Wraith
All those stars in the room, give me space
Get that flash out my face

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & RJMrLA]
Had to get this shit the hard way
Came up, yeah, did it our way
I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze
Young nigga, mixing Hen with the Rose
Ay, with the Rose, yeah
Young nigga, young nigga, did it our way
I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze
Ay, mix the Hen with the Rose, ay

[Post-Chorus: Swae Lee]
Looking in the mirror, I count this cash backwards
This scene I’m on is for actors and actresses
Cameras gon’ flash when you’re the main attraction
Bitches coming in disorderly fashion
Looking in the mirror, I count this shit backwards
This scene I’m on is for actors and actresses
Cameras gon’ flash when you’re the main attraction
Bitches coming in disorderly fashion
Looking in the mirror, I count this shit backwards
This scene I’m on is for actors and actresses
Cameras gon’ flash when you the main attraction
Bitches coming in disorderly fashion


Calum Scott – Not Dark Yet lyrics


[Verse 1]
Shadows are falling, and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, and time is running away
Feel like my soul has, turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars, that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough, to be anywhere

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 2]
Well, my sense of humanity, has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter, and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing, what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 3]
Well, I’ve been to London, and I’ve been to gay Paris
I’ve followed the river, and I got to the sea
I’ve been down to the bottom, of a world full of lies
I ain’t lookin for nothing, in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden, is more than I can bear

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 4]
I was born here, and I’ll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
I can’t even remember what it was, I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer

[Outro]
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there


Lin Manuel Miranda – What’d I Miss lyrics


[Company]
Seventeen. Se- se- seventeen…
Se- se- seventeen

[Burr]
1789
How does the bastard orphan
Immigrant decorated war vet
Unite the colonies through more debt?
Fight the other founding fathers til he has to forfeit?
Have it all, lose it all
You ready for more yet?
Treasury Secretary. Washington’€™s the President
Ev’€™ry American experiment sets a precedent
Not so fast. Someone came along to resist him
Pissed him off until we had a two-party system
You haven’€™t met him yet, you haven’t had the chance
‘€˜cause he’€™s been kickin’€™ ass as the ambassador to France
But someone’€™s gotta keep the American promise
You simply must meet Thomas. Thomas!

[Company]
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home!
Thomas Jefferson’s coming home
Lord he’€™s been off in Paris for so long!
Aaa-ooo!
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
France is following us to revolution
There is no more status quo
But the sun comes up
And the world still spins

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
I helped Lafayette draft a declaration
Then I said, “I gotta go
I gotta be in Monticello. “€™
Now the work at home begins.

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
So what’d I miss?
What’d I miss?
Virginia, my home sweet home, I wanna give you a kiss
I’€™ve been in Paris meeting lots of different ladies…
I guess I basica€™lly missed the late eighties…
I traveled the wide, wide world and came back to this

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Jefferson]
There’€™s a letter on my desk from the President
Haven’€™t even put my bags down yet
Sally be a lamb, darlin’€™, won’tcha open it?
It says the President’€™s assembling a cabinet
And that I am to be the Secretary of State, great!
And that I’€™m already Senate-approved…
I just got home and now I’€™m headed up to New York

[Ensemble]
Headin’ to New York!
Headin’ to New York!

[Jefferson]
Lookin’€™ at the rolling fields
I can’€™t believe that we are free
Ready to face
Whatever’€™s awaiting
Me in N. Y. C. 

[Jefferson]
F6/9 G13sus
But who’€™s waitin’€™ for me when I step in the place?
My friend James Madison, red in the face
He grabs my arm and
I respond
“€œWhat’€™s goin’€™ on?” 

[Madison]
Thomas, we are engaged in a battle for our nation’€™s very soul
Can you get us out of the mess we’€™re in?

[Ensemble]
Aaa-ooo!

[Madison]
Hamilton’s new financial plan is nothing less
Than government control
I’ve been fighting for the South alone
Where have you been? 

[Ensemble] [Jefferson]
Aaa-ooo! Uh… France.
 

[Madison]
We have to win

[Jefferson]
What’d I miss?
What’€™d I miss?
Headfirst into a political abyss!

[Ensemble]
Headfirst into the abyss!

[Jefferson]
I have my first cabinet meeting today

[Ensemble]
Chik-a-pow!

[Jefferson]
I guess I better think of something to say
I’m already on my way
G#m7(b5) Gm7
Let’€™s get to the bottom of this 

[Ensemble]
What did I miss?
(chords) C9
Ahhh

[Washington]
Mr. Jefferson, welcome home

[Hamilton]
Mr. Jefferson? Alexander Hamilton.

[Washington and ensemble]
Mr. Jefferson, welcome home

[Company]
Mr. Jefferson, welcome home
Sir, you’ve been off in Paris for so long!

[Jefferson]
So what did I miss?


Carnage – Overtime lyrics


(feat. Sebastian Reynoso & KYLE)

[Intro: Sebastian Reynoso]
Ooh, woah

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on, on, rackin’ up the blue chips
On, on, on, on, always focused on a new bitch
On, on on, on, better off with yo bitch
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Mille for the time

[Bridge: KYLE]
Can I hit it like it’s all mine? Yeah
Do you need a little more time? Mmm
Pick you up in a new ride, yeah
I could hook you up with a new life
Haha, yeah

[Verse: KYLE]
Things he can’t do, ayy
I make dreams come true, ayy
I could get you in the mood, ayy
Ooo Ooo, ayy
You know what to do, ayy
Baby make this move, ayy
Is she yours or mine? I wish I knew, ayy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso with KYLE]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb

[Bridge: Distorted voice]
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] Grammy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to Know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on


Eric Butterfield – Wake Me In Paris lyrics


I’ll meet you anywhere you say
Wake me in Paris or Odessa or L. A.
Say the word I’m on that plane
I can’t put out this fire

In the heat of July, Bastille Day
We vowed to meet again on the Champs Elysées
Meet me at the old cafe
I’ll be there to hear you say

I love you
Face to face
So wake me, first light in Paris
Somewhere the light never fades

I’m cursing the gods’ mortal play
Damn it, this phone call’s a heaven I hate
I need to see your face
And hold you in my arms
And listen to you whispering
Shakespeare after dark

I just gotta say I love you
Face to face
So wake me in Paris
Or anywhere the light never fades

I’ll wait outside the Pére Lachaise
Where you nearly died laughing at my piss-poor francaise
Kiss me at Reunion Gate
We’ll dance on Jim Morrison’s grave

Last dance with you on the Seine
Tango in moonlight around Notre Dame
Wake me up to see your face
No time to explain
Move me like water no banks can ever tame
Don’t let your feet get cold
Don’t turn around at the gate

I gotta say
I love you face to face
So wake me in Paris
Or Cairo or Oslo or Venice or Boston or Athens
Anywhere the light never fades


Portugal. The Man – Noise Pollution (Version A, Vocal Up Mix 1.3) (feat. Mary Elizabeth Winstead & Zoe Manville) lyrics


[Intro: John Gourley]
Hello, I’m, hello, I’m, hello, I’m
Hello, I’m introducing

[Verse 1: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
Hello, I’m introducing
Live leak the revolution
Go stream it now on demand
New world distribution
Let’s make low resolutions
Let’s reverse evolution
Let’s leave behind this dry land
Crawl back to the ocean

[Pre-Chorus: Zoe Manville]
Act like you’re over it, still be upset
Naturally gifted, I’m losing it
Act like you’re over it, still be upset
Naturally gifted, down for heavy lifting

[Chorus: John Gourley & Mary Elizabeth Winstead]
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris (je t’aime Paris)
Live or die like c’est la vie (c’est la vie)
With my fist in the air, “je suis Charlie” (je suis Charlie)
Can’t ya see I’m feeling magnifique? (magnifique)

[Post-Chorus: Zoe Manville]
So down, is there no hope?
I can’t believe in no one
So down, is there no hope?
I can’t believe in no one

[Interlude: John Gourley]
Out for me, out for me, out for me, out for me
They got it out for me, out for me, out for me, out for me

[Verse 2: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
Broke out the institution
Got lost in the confusion
Not mad, man, I’m a big fan
I love that “Noise Pollution”
It’s in my constitution
Forever disillusioned
So, go on, keep on talkin’
Y’all can’t take my bullshit
You can’t take my bullshit
You can’t take my bullshit

[Pre-Chorus: John Gourley]
Act like you’re over it, still be upset
Naturally gifted, down for heavy lifting

[Chorus: John Gourley & Mary Elizabeth Winstead]
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris (je t’aime Paris)
Live or die like c’est la vie (c’est la vie)
With my fist in the air, “je suis Charlie” (je suis Charlie)
Can’t ya see I’m feeling magnifique? (magnifique)

[Post-Chorus: Zoe Manville & Mary Elizabeth Winstead]
So down, is there no hope? (c’est la vie)
I can’t believe in no one (I’m still feeling magnifique)
So down, is there no hope?
I can’t believe in no one

[Bridge: Mary Elizabeth Winstead]
Tu cries, tu souffres, (haha) et tu souris
Tu broies du noir, et tu rougis
Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris
Tu broies du noir et tu souris
Ah-ah, ah-ah

[Chorus: John Gourley & Mary Elizabeth Winstead]
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris (je t’aime Paris)
Live or die like c’est la vie (c’est la vie)
With my fist in the air, “je suis Charlie” (je suis Charlie)
Can’t ya see I’m feeling magnifique? (magnifique)
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris
Live or die like c’est la vie (c’est la vie)
Even when the world has it out for me
I’m still feeling magnifique

[Post-Chorus: Zoe Manville & John Gourley]
So down, is there no hope? (c’est la vie)
I can’t believe in no one (magnifique)
So down, is there no hope?
I can’t believe in no one

[Outro: John Gourley]
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh


Young Thug – Up Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)


Halsey – Alone (feat. Big Sean & Stefflon Don)


[Intro]
If I
If I

[Verse 1]
Said he tried to phone me, but I never have time
He said that I never listen, but I don’t even try
I got a new place in Cali, but I’m gone every night
So I fill it with strangers so they keep on the lights
She said she told you she knows me, but the face isn’t right
She asked if I recognized her and I told her I might

[Pre-Chorus]
See, everywhere I go
I got a million different people tryna kick it
But I’m still alone in my mind, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you’re dying to meet me
But I can just tell you this
Baby, as soon as you meet me
You’ll wish that you never did
(You’ll wish that you never did)

[Verse 2]
I stayed a night out in Paris where they don’t know my name
And I got into some trouble with that drink in my veins
I got a problem with parties ’cause it’s loud in my brain
And I can never say sorry ’cause I won’t take the blame
I know I always go missing and you’re lying awake
But if you ask why I’m distant, oh, I’m running away

[Pre-Chorus]
You know that everywhere I go
I got a million different people tryna kick it
But I’m still alone in my mind

[Chorus]
I know you’re dying to meet me
But I can just tell you this
Baby, as soon as you meet me
You’ll wish that you never did
(You’ll wish that you never did)

[Bridge]
I, I know you wanna
I, I know you wanna
I, I know you wanna
Slip under my armor
I, I know you wanna
I, I know you wanna
I, I know you wanna
Slip under my armor

[Pre-Chorus]
See, everywhere I go, I got a million different people tryna hit it
But I’m still alone in my mind

[Chorus]
I know you’re dying to meet me
But I can just tell you this
Baby, as soon as you meet me
You’ll wish that you never did
(You’ll wish that you never did)
Yeah

[Outro]
(I know you wanna, I, I know you wanna)
You’ll wish that you never did
(I know you wanna slip under my armor)
Oh (I know you wanna, I, I know you wanna)
You’ll wish that you never did


A$AP Rocky – Who Run It [Freestyle] Lyrics


[Intro]
You know what I’m saying?
Still that nigga man, Yeah the lord’s back
Know what I’m saying, they say pearls are for a pretty boy
Shout outs my nigga G-Herbo, my nigga Lil Uzi Vert one time
Shout out Three Six Mafia

[Verse 1]
I don’t play like your parents son
Thought I made that apparent
Thats a hundred for a ‘Claren or something
‘nother hundred for a parison
Race Tyler, the McLaren
Drive ‘Raris like Ferrison
Cop my Karats from Carring dammit
Make a bitch wanna stare, or something
Niggas stare, you queer son
You’s a bitch, yeah we stay done
Chose a whip but I’m staying sunny
Diamonds sunny like I’m Cher or something
Smiley faces with the glasses
Fashion brands invite you to Paris
Boy you late that’s a demerit, dang it
Get fucking maggot brain having
Rappers claiming the trap and the fashion
They only got Louis and the trap
Im causing the flood and the traffic
The way that you be moving is whack
All of them rumours is facts
They’ve been in clap for the clapback
Your baby mama a nag nag
Nag nag nag nag

[Chorus]
Who run it? Who run it?
New money blue hundreds
Two hundred, on the dash
Bastard life, who run it?
Catch a blue hundred
I do run it, I do run it
I do run it, I do run it


Calum Scott – Not Dark Yet


[Verse 1]
Shadows are falling, and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, and time is running away
Feel like my soul has, turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars, that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough, to be anywhere

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 2]
Well, my sense of humanity, has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter, and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing, what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 3]
Well, I’ve been to London, and I’ve been to gay Paris
I’ve followed the river, and I got to the sea
I’ve been down to the bottom, of a world full of lies
I ain’t lookin for nothing, in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden, is more than I can bear

[Refrain]
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

[Verse 4]
I was born here, and I’ll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
I can’t even remember what it was, I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer

[Outro]
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Every nerve in my body, is so naked and numb
And it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there


G Herbo – Who Run It (Freestyle)


[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT [?] somethin’
Put Posto in the Air or somethin’
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Ferris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions and I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in furious (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly, I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll grab a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do [?], every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, "Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do"
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit