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Brazilian Girls – St. Petersburg Lyrics

Midst in our travelling hell
just after Sweden
floats on the Neva
St. Petersburg.

After the curtain
before the blow
cool our fever
St. Petersburg, hello.

Sundown at midnight
monkeys applauding
sunrise at one
walking on water
waiting is over
skies are still clear
like it or not
St. Petersburg, we’re here.

Do you like my accent?
when I call you ангел (angel)
or I call you энергия (energy)
did you know I’d be there?
call me Снегурочка (Snegurochka)
or Дед Мороз (Ded Moroz)

Chasing the devil
catching his tail

fishing him out
we’ve reached our quota
here is your anthem
now go to hell
the devils daughter
St. Petersburg, farewell.
St. Petersburg, farewell.

Do you like my accent?
when I call you ангел
or I call you энергия
did you know I’d be there?
call me Снегурочка
or Дед Мороз

Did you like my accent?
when I call you ангел
or I call you энергия
did you know I’d be there?
call me Снегурочка
or Дед Мороз

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Kreepa – Oh No Lyrics

[Chorus]
Whatever happened to
The boy that I once knew?
The boy who said he’d be true

[Verse 1]
Are you f*ckin with me? You smoke weed? Nigga please
Tell me all you want you smoke Shawn? Your money long?
Do you got racks, you got tax your city on the map
You niggas killin, you niggas robin’ you be ballin’
Are you f*cking with Kreepa, you speak eata colder than a freezer
You are a rapper am I sacker? give me an answer
Bitch

[Chorus]
Whatever happened to
The boy that I once knew?
The boy who said he’d bе true

[Verse 2]
You get in poppin you be bustin’
Doеsn’t I look like I’m stopin
Is you chain real? Do you pay your bills? Do you slain kills?
Kreepa

[Chorus]
Whatever happened to
(Bitch niggas, f*ck niggas)
The boy that I once knew?
(Bitch niggas, f*ck niggas)
The boy that said he’d be true

[Verse 3]
Doesn’t look like I care from

Niggas won’t stand bitch, niggas grow a pair
You want me to get violent
You want silence, a moment of silence
Now you gone, life goes on that shit cold
You got cd’s you wanna be me, can you see me?

[Chorus]
What ever happened to
(f*ck niggas, need some bitch niggas)
The boy that I knew?
The boy who said he’d be true

[Verse 4]
Are you the best is that I guess? Should I leave a mess?
You f*ckin with snoops you got troops you gotta proof
f*ck get out of here

[Chorus]
What ever happened to
(Bitch niggas, f*ck niggas)
The boy that I knew?
The boy who said he’d be true
(It’s Kreepa bitch)

[Hook]
Oh no oh no oh no no no no no
Oh no oh no oh no no no no no
Oh no oh no oh no no no no no
Oh no oh no oh no no no no no

[Outro]
Whatever happened to
The boy that I knew?
The boy who said he’d be true

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Sheck Wes – Rich One Day Lyrics

[Intro]
(Fah, fah)
(Fah)
Ouu, bitch, bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Yeah) one day" (Ayy)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Yeah) one day"
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich" (Rich)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Bitch) one day"
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Rich) one day" (Yeah)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Rich) one day"
Rich, rich, rich, rich, bitch

[Verse 1]
I still eat Chick-fil-A every Sunday (Yeah)
They open up for me and the gang when we want it (Yeah)
If that p*ssy fire, make a round-trip a one way (One way)
We've been movin' peaceful, might have to kill you niggas one day (Kill ya)
In a Lamb' truck, this is not a Buick Enclavе
They want me to brag, I want to be king of thе country (Yeah)
They want me to talk, apologies, I cannot say (No)
One minute they love you, next minute they can all change
I used to rip that bitch, and I used to rip the runway (Runway)
Come right out hiatus on my bullshit and that gunplay
[Chorus]
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Rich) one day" (Ayy)
Rich, rich one day
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Yeah) one day"
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Bitch) one day"
Told my niggas, "We gon' get rich one day" (Yeah)
Rich (Bitch)
RIch (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I ain't have shit (Nah), now I have a lot to spend (Cha-ching)
They bring me all these bottles and I don't take a sip (No)
No young hoes in my VIP (No)

No young hoes in my VIP (Uh, uh)
When Sheck Wes was fifteen, my mind was on twenty-six
I came right out that gutter, I came right out that trench (Bitch)
And my niggas in the trench ain't playin', this shit could get intense (Real quick)
And I hope a nigga don't move stupid (Uh, huh)
If I tell my niggas "go and do it", they gon' do it
If I tell my shooter "go and shoot" (Shoot), he's not hoopin' (Yeah)
God blessed me with the love and loot (Ching, ching), and the movement
p*ssy is the devil and my real life is a movie
I done hit the different levels and made millions off the music
Every man believe you could do it, I could do it (Facts)
Every man believe you could do it, I could do it
[Chorus]
I said, told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Rich) one day" (Yeah)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Rich) one day" (Yeah)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, (Rich) one day" (Yeah)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich", yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, rich)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich one day" (Yeah)
Told my niggas, "We gon' be rich, rich (Bitch) one day"

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Fah, fah)
Bitch, one day
Rich, rich, rich, rich
(Fah, fah)
(Fah, fah, fah)
Tiptoe through my hood, ain't no catchin' me slippin'
Guns, nigga, like a GTA mission (Fah, fah)
Nigga try us then my niggas gon' kill 'em
Tiptoe through your hood, GTA mission (Uh-huh)
Huh, huh, huh (Huh)

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Jackboy – Own My Masters Lyrics

I done ran up a check, now I’m the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I’m not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain’t no letting up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain’t hard to see my new bitch badder
I got ’em hating that I leveled up
But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get one up

Got the game in a lock and I won’t let up
Got fresh out the box and got rich as f*ck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb’ off the lot
Might f*ck around and go buy the Bentley truck
Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
But them niggas still hate how I live it up
I was posted in the cut, we ain’t on it letting up
‘Til I got off my ass and ran it up
Had to get off my ass and go get it
Lil’ nigga but I got big digits
[?] beef, I’m with it
You can die ’bout [?]
You can’t say shit about me, I got a milli’

Whenever I go, my family gon’ get it
Can never trip ’bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
Can’t be loved, sorry bae, I admit it
Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don’t feel it
My bitch real bad, I be f*cking on a menace
She give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain’t rented
And I got some my windows five-percent tinted
Screaming free Yak, pouring shots of the Henny
All these free bands, got a custom [?]
Grown man [?]
Can’t f*ck with niggas, no, jack not friendly

I done ran up a check, now I’m the one bitches chase after
All these chains on my neck, I’m not a slave, I own my masters
I got that bread and stacked it up
It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff
I got her head and fell in love
She eat up that dick, ain’t no letting up
This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
I could flex on my ex, it ain’t hard to see my new bitch badder
I got ’em hating that I leveled up
But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a f*ck
Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
Send one of your niggas to get one up

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Shenandoah & Blake Shelton – Then A Girl Walks In Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When dollar beers are worth every cent
Splitting the rent, you and your boys five deep in a two bedroom
Parking lot view, sleeping till noon, doing what you wanna do
When you're high on life and life can't get any better

[Chorus 1]
Then a girl a walks in, you know the right one, you can tell
Shinin' like a million dollar penny in a wishin' well
Buyin' drinks turns into buyin' roses
You're thinkin' rings, changing names, that's how the story goes
Just when you think you've got it all and then
A girl walks in
Yeah, a girl walks in

[Verse 2]
When you're stayin' up late just to talk on the phone
You hate sayin' goodnight, you hate sleepin' alone
So you pack up the back of your truck with her stuff
That two year lease ain't long enough
When you're high on life, and life can't get any better

[Chorus 2]
Then a girl walks in, you know the right one dressed in white
The kind you wanna keep the rest of your life
Then you're raisin glasses, droppin' roses
She's dancin' with her daddy, that's how the story goes
That's when you think you got it all and then
A girl walks in
Yeah, and a girl walks in
[Bridge]
A girl walks in
And says there's one on the way
Then one day

[Chorus 3]
A girl walks in lookin' like her mama
Says I love you daddy, right then you know she's gonna
Steal your heart and you'll have to let her go
When that boy comes along, that's how the story goes
Just when you think you got it all and then
Oh, ain't it funny how you think you got it all and then
A girl walks in
Yeah a girl walks in
Then a girl walks in

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Drakeo The Ruler – Fights Don’t Matter Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I looked at my wrist two times and caught pneumonia
I hopped out the coupe with Nina Ross, she is a smoker
If you never had a shootout at the club, pass my blower (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I just beat a nigga where the Neiman Marcus store at (Thank You Fizzle)
Walking on water, critics say that I'm icy, Saweetie
I just made him drop it like it's hot with a mic on me
Niggas starin' at me like we cool, I'm not your friend
The plug told me seventeen a piece, I started Paisa dancin'
Mister big bank uchie face
Can I hit your cup? She got hit with the stupid face
This was back in my Gucci days
I turned to Jet Li and got blood on my Boosie fade

[Chorus]
Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the mic go answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her
Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter

[Verse 2]
Thirty-three shots, bitch, I ain't finna fight no nigga
I'ma leave him dead in the street with his iPhone 7
When I left the coupe, all you saw was banana peels
He ain't dodge shit, I'm tryna pull off in that Challenger
Custom-made pieces, we don't never touch the mannequin
It'll be a steel cage match, try to challenge us
Let me guess, this why all you niggas mad at us

'Cause we kept the street code and we got our fanbase up
[Chorus]
Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the mic go answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her
Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit

[Verse 3]
This for any nigga tryna bogart
I gave him ten, the other ninety just to show off, shit
What you know 'bout me?
I'm out the window of the Benny like Hulk Hogy
I'm a showboater
And stop screamin' out my name, bitch, I don't know you, shit
I'ma go pour 'em
Wait 'til you see me drop a hundred up in slow motion
You think I'm dumb, hold up
I bought ten Ace bottles and dropped the club owner, nigga
I know I'm wrong, hold up
My shooters pulled up with them sticks like it was pro bono, shit

[Chorus]
Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the mic go answer
Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her
Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter

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Kylie Minogue – Miss A Thing Lyrics

(Dance)

Get that body up on the catwalk
Can’t sleep through your life like a lapdog
Let’s show the world what we got
Don’t wanna take it slow
I wanna be your girl
So get that body up on the dance floor
Drive me wild, oh just make me want more
With you I can’t get enough
Don’t wanna take it slow
I wanna lose control

Run away, run away, run away with me tonight
Come dance for me, I’ll fall at your feet
Coz I don’t wanna fight what feels right

Baby, I, baby, I just don’t wanna miss a thing
Don’t wanna miss a thing
Come along, come along, come along and don’t ask why
Oh, can you fall for me
Kiss me hard, baby
Coz I don’t wanna fight what’s inside
Baby, I, baby, I just don’t wanna miss a thing
Don’t wanna miss a thing

Take the world away from my shoulder
Hold me fight, the nights they get colder
All of my secrets are out
Tell me you won’t think twice
Already rolled the dice

Take that chance and follow your heartbeat

Dance, dance, dance like no one is watching
Deepest emotions run wild
Don’t wanna live a lie
I want you and I

Baby, I, baby, I just don’t wanna miss a thing
Don’t wanna miss a thing
Come along, come along, come along and don’t ask why
Oh, can you fall for me
Kiss me hard, baby
Coz I don’t wanna fight what’s inside
Baby, I, baby, I just don’t wanna miss a thing
Don’t wanna miss a thing

Get up, get up
Tell me you feel it
Get up, get up
Baby, I need it
Get up, get up, I
Get up, get up, I

Baby, I, baby, I just don’t wanna miss a thing
Don’t wanna miss a thing
Come along, come along, come along and don’t ask why
Oh, can you fall for me
Kiss me hard, baby
Coz I don’t wanna fight what’s inside
Baby, I, baby, I just don’t wanna miss a thing
Don’t wanna miss a thing

I don’t wanna miss a thing
I don’t wanna miss a thing

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Doe Boy & Southside – Get In Dere Lyrics (feat. 42 Dugg & Babyface Ray)

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Wrap a baby mama at the spot gettin' her back broke (Uh)
All these pills I pop, what the f*ck I'm gon' relax for? (Uh)
Niggas be like "Doe a bitch", but he got them racks though
All that sneak dissin', that's why f*ck niggas get slapped for
Used to slide in minivans now it's Bentley coupes (Skrrt)
Never had shit, now these bitches choosing 'cause I got some Jimmy Chu (Mwah)
Boy you better not start with my gang, they gon' finish you (Gang, gang)
Just had a talk with God, told him forgive me what I spin on dude (Boom, boom)
Percies got me tweaking, nigga, I ain't in the mood (Tweak, tweak, tweak)
I can't dance but my pistol can, I ain't got no groove (Oh, really?)
Slap a hundred in her face, damn, these bitches think I'm rude (Uh, uh, yeah)
I'ma rob him if he lackin', hope that boy don't think I'm cool (Fool)
They just let out Baby Shaq, he put a nigga on the news (Boom, boom)
Had [?] slide on a rapper, knocked him out his Louis shoes
If you don't pull up with 100, ding-ding, you gon' leave with zero goons
You ain't ever struck the plug, you probably bust, bust and remove
Ayy, all the Slimes with me, they toting then big 50s
Three niggas with bodies inside this Benz with me
I'm shooting when you see me, you best-uh believe me (Boom, boom)
It's hard to love a bitch, but just killing, that shit easy (Fool)
Youngin with an attitude, choppa [?] is easy
Streets was screaming free me, pussies hope they keep me (p*ssy)
Nigga, your partner lil' nigga, bet he can't say shit
From East Cleveland but I got some killers in Zone-6 (Freebandz gang)
Move these niggas out the way (Yeah), all these p*ssy niggas fake (Yeah)
Almost gave up on the bait, but I just got a pack from Drake (That's crazy)
Better watch the way you talk 'fore I start blasting in your face
Ain't with the shits boy, you a bitch, go put some lashes on your face, yeah (Fool)
Run up in your home, if I want it, then it's gone (Let's go)
Go wrestle up the Glock, I'm not The Rock, these diamonds stone cold
I just f*ck 'em, I don't cut 'em, I ain't playing with no ho
Put the pistol on your forehead, then I bang it on your dome (Like my bitch)
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)

Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (Boom, boom)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in, get in there)
Never back down, now I get his ass, nigga (Doe Beezy)
Killers in the minivan, you ain't with it, better not get in there

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Get in there, bitch, I been in there
Doggy need some money on his books, I might put ten in there
Glizzy in the back, plus that F&N in there
Bitch, quit playing, I'm really moving them stacks
I never tried to be one of them, might fall in the Lord though
Hoodie smelling like weed, hands smelling like dope
Don't shoot me, another bean, ain't heard back from bro
They know me well in them stores
Not fast, nigga, we foes
But yeah, you get the picture
I f*ck her, I never kiss her
I know her, I never mention her
She could lick up a sissy
Bitch, how you know I get busy
The same reason you, yeah
I'm still ducking, free Tez
[Interlude: 42 Dugg]
I'm still ducking (Free them boys)

[Verse 3: BabyFace Ray]
Get in there, Fendi Winter gear, you ain't got this
Hit the yams, your bitch in the Don, they both topless
Doe Beezy, that's my nigga, I'm tied in with the Freebandz gang (Freebandz)
Boys hit your block and slide through, niggas better be playin' dead
Your bitch, she got super, super head, that's what my man said (Super head)
Don't nothing beat the cross but double-cross, both on my pants leg
Let you know that I ain't right, all these racks will keep her faithful
We was trapping with Off-White, I got Off-White on my laces, yeah (No cap)

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (Fool)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
Never back down, now I get his ass, nigga (Doe Beezy)
Killers in the minivan, you ain't with it, better not get in there (Oh, really? Uh)

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Sebastian Yatra & Guaynaa – Chica Ideal Lyrics

[Letra de “Chica Ideal”]

[Intro: Sebastián Yatra]
Blessings to every gyal who wanna have a romp with man feelings
I, ah, me wanna live my life here, baby
Ayy yo, Yatra, Guaynaa, Guaynaa
O-O-Ovy On The Drums
Debo confesar, ahora estoy buscando algo más
Una razón para volverme a enamorar (Puede que seas tú)

[Pre-Coro: Guaynaa]
Quiero una chica (Chica)
Quiero una ya (Ya)
El amor de mi vida (Mi vida)
Una que pueda amar (Amar)

[Coro: Sebastián Yatra & Guaynaa]
Quiero una chica, quiero una gyal
Quiero una mujer que sea muy especial
Quiero una dama que me sepa amar
Y por supuesto que se sepa menear, oh-yeah
Quiero una chica, quiero una gyal
Quiero una mujer que sea muy especial (Ey, ey)
Quiero una dama que me sepa amar (El Guaynaabichy; gyal, gyal)

[Post-Coro Guaynaa]
Que-Que-Que no diga que no, que no, que no, que no, que no, que
Que la toque y se aloque-loque-loque-loque-loque
Que baile y le rebote-bote-bote-bote-bote
Por eso la quiero, pa’ que ella me quiera
Que-Que-Que no diga que no, que no, que no, que no, que no, que
Que la toque y se aloque-loque-loque-loque-loque
Que baile y le rebote-bote-bote-bote-bote
Por eso la quiero, pa’ que ella me quiera

[Verso 1: Guaynaa]
Me monto en un barco
He cruazado el mar, he subido el río
Por uste’ me buscan mil lío’
Quiero que me abrace en Bogotá, en la noche hay frío
Y que me sobes el pelo, mami, mientras me quedo dormío’
Necesito alguien pa’ conversar
Necesito alguien pa’ reír y alguien pa’ llorar

Alguien que coma mucho, alguien que salga a rumbear
Pa’ quitarle lo’ taco’ cuando lleguemo’ de bailar (De bailar)

[Coro: Sebastián Yatra & Guaynaa]
Quiero una chica, quiero una gyal
Quiero una mujer que sea muy especial
Quiero una dama que me sepa amar
Y por supuesto que se sepa menear, oh-yeah
Quiero una chica, quiero una gyal
Quiero una mujer que sea muy especial
Quiero una dama que me sepa amar

[Puente: Guaynaa & Sebastián Yatra]
Si yo fuera tú le bajo un poco a esa actitud
Que me tiene’ distante, piénsalo un instante
Puede ser que yo te encante
Si yo fuera tú le bajo un poco a esa actitud
Que me tiene de ti distante, piénsalo un instante
Puede ser que yo te encante, bebé

[Coro: Sebastián Yatra & Guaynaa]
Quiero una chica, quiero una gyal
Quiero una mujer que sea muy especial
Quiero una dama que me sepa amar
Y por supuesto que se sepa menear, oh-yeah
Quiero una chica, quiero una gyal
Quiero una mujer que sea muy especial
Quiero una dama que me sepa amar
Y por supuesto que se sepa menear, oye

[Outro: Guaynaa & Sebastián Yatra]
El Guaynaabichy, mi chichi
El Guaynaabichy
Sebastián Yatra
O-O-Ovy On The Drums
Hablando lindo, el chulería, jajaja
Yatra, Yatra
De Colombia pa’l mundo
De Puerto Rico pa’l mundo, ¿qué fue?
(Que no, que no, que no, que no, que no, que
Aloque-loque-loque-loque-loque
Que baile y le rebote-bote-bote-bote-bote
Por eso la quiero, pa’ que ella me quiera)

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Don McLean – Love Me Tender Lyrics

Love me tender, love me sweet
Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For my darling I love you
And I always will

Love me tender, love me long
Take me to your heart
For it’s there that I belong
And we’ll never part

Love me tender, love me dear
Tell me you are mine

I’ll be yours through all the years
Till the end of time

When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For my darling I love you
And I always will

Yes, my darling I love you
And I always will
(Love me tender)

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Rome Flynn – Drunk With You Lyrics

(Intro)
Up a glass yeah

(Verse 1)
We go to sleep when they waking up, that's how we do
Last night was crazy, I think it's time for round 2

(Pre chorus)
Well I know you're topping 'til I make that thing pop
Double shots of Henny, yeah that always hit the spot
She said "keep it going" yelling "baby, don't stop!"
I don't do this a lot but

(Chorus)
I only get drunk with you
You
I only get drunk with you
You
Ooh baby pour up a glass
Let's make it last
Am I moving too fast?
Hope we don't crash
But it's cool
As long as I'm drunk with you

(Verse 2)
Ain't no point in being sober
When i know you're coming over
Girl I'd rather just sip and chill
Got me pulling on ya top
(Pre chorus)
Pulling on ya top until I make that thing pop
Double shots of Henny, yeah that always hits the spot
She said keep it going yelling baby don't stop
I don't do this a lot but

(Chorus)
I only get drunk with you
You
I only gеt drunk with you
You
Oh baby pour up a glass, let's make it last (yeah)
Am I moving too fast, hopе I don't crash
But it's cool, as long as I'm drunk with you, uh uh

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Rock Mafia – Don’t Change You Lyrics (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Something ’bout the way you move
I can’t keep my eyes off you, yeah
Something ’bout the things you do
Fill me up with gratitude
I love you just the way you are
And I don’t really, don’t really see your flaws
Baby, you’re a work of art
And you don’t even know you are

Whatever you do
Don’t change what you do (Don’t change you)
It’s all about you (Don’t)
Whatever you do, whatever you do, don’t change you (Don’t change you)

No matter how they try to flip the script on you
Stay exactly the way you are, don’t change you (Don’t change you)
And even when the world rejects and judges you (Don’t)
Whatever you do, whatever you do, don’t change you (Don’t change you)

Okay, never breakin’ down always gon’ hang around
When I’m at work, you the one I’m thinkin’ ’bout
Think he got one better, tell him, "Bring her out"
Tongue out, show ’em what that middle finger ’bout

Make you hit a high note just like you a singer
If they ever doubted, turn them to believers
Got ’em bringing out awards for all your achievements
Seen the number one spot, you wanted to be it
I could keep a secret, we don’t gotta tell
Always need you with me, never by myself
You ain’t gotta shop around, leave ’em on the shelf
You the only one, I don’t need nobody else
This ain’t game ’cause you heard that before
If they playin’, we gon’ even the score
When they walk past, they can hear us through the door
We make it hard to ignore (Hahaha)

Whatever you do (Uh, and I’ma keep doing me)
Don’t change what you do (As long as you do me too, hahaha, okay)
It’s all about you (And honestly, I’m so into you that I would quit what I’m doing to do you too)
Whatever you do, whatever you do, don’t change you (Don’t change you)

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Pete Droge – Small Time Blues Lyrics

Deep in this melody’s a cool fire
Longing to stay with you
So wide awake and feeling inspired
So much that we can do
I wanna hear you tonight
Wrapped up in low candle light

Please stay I wanna hear you play
The small time blues
That’s all we’ve got tonight
You and me, we’re bound by harmony
This wild desire is fed by reaching higher
And we’re still reaching higher
With them small time blues
Small time blues

Here in my hide away I’m alright

Safe in this song with you
Oh, the sweet sound we make is locked up tight
All that we sing is true
You count it off and we start
We know this number by heart

Please stay I wanna hear you play
The small time blues
That’s all we’ve got tonight
You and me, we’re bound by harmony
This wild desire is fed by reaching higher
And we’re still reaching higher
With them small time blues
Small time blues

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All – Roir Lyrics

All you filthy idle rich
You bet I’m prejudiced
I got class… resentment
All you pretty girls and boys
With expensive toys
I got class… resentment
When I’m at work you treat me rude
So I spit in your food

I got class… resentment
I ain’t got shit
You got a trust fund
I got minimum wage

Ski vacations in the sun
You had it made from day one
I got class… resentment
Playing golf with millionaires
On corporate welfare

I got class… resentment
I ain’t got shit
You got a trust fund
I got minimum wage

Tie dyes, credit cards
In daddy’s SUV
You drive for drugs and date rape
At the rainbow gathering
When you finish slumming boy
You shed your hippie skin
Your dad’s a money nazi
You’ll end up just like him

I want to cut your perfect throat
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t

I got class… resentment

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Gentleman – Time Out Lyrics

[Songtext zu „Time Out“]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s Jugglerz
What’s happening?
Ouh

[Refrain]
Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop und halt alles an
Bitte gib mir ma’ Time-out (Gib mir ma’ Time-out)
Es ist alles viel zu hell, alles viel zu schnell
Es ist alles viel zu laut (Yeah, yeah)

[Strophe 1]
Ich sitze auf dem Sofa und denk’, ich muss mich anschnall’n
Fernsehbilder stürzen auf mich ein
Gedanken werden Vasen, die mir dauernd aus der Hand fall’n
Die Welt scheint nicht mehr bei Verstand zu sein
Slowmotion oder Fast-forward
Verlieren wir das Gleichgewicht
Wenn du irgendwo die Fernbedienung siehst
Ey bitte, komm tu ma’ was für mich

[Refrain]
Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop und halt alles an
Bitte gib mir ma’ Time-out (Gib mir ma’ Time-out)
Es ist alles viel zu hell, alles viel zu schnell
Es ist alles viel zu laut
Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop und halt alles an
Bitte gib mir ma’ Time-out (Gib mir ma’ Time-out)
Es ist alles viel zu hell, alles viel zu schnell
Es ist alles viel zu laut (Yeah, yeah)

[Strophe 2]
Immer, immer wieder all dieselben bösen Geister
Und wir fall’n immer wieder auf sie rein
Ich schrieb so viele Lieder, wo ich dachte, wir wär’n weiter
Doch wir brauchen wohl noch ‘n bisschen Zeit

Police brutality, no humanity, no equality
Und alles läuft an meinen Augen wie im Zeitraffer vorbei, woah

[Refrain]
Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop und halt alles an
Bitte gib mir ma’ Time-out (Gib mir ma’ Time-out)
Es ist alles viel zu hell, alles viel zu schnell
Es ist alles viel zu laut
Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop und halt alles an
Bitte gib mir ma’ Time-out (Gib mir ma’ Time-out)
Es ist alles viel zu hell, alles viel zu schnell
Es ist alles viel zu laut (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge]
(Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop)
Time out, time out
Take a breath, time out, time out
(Es ist alles viel zu hell)
Time out, time out, uh-uh
(Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop)
Time out, time out
Take a breath, time out, time out
(Es ist alles viel zu hell)
Time out, time out, time out (Es ist alles viel zu laut)

[Refrain]
Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop und halt alles an
Bitte gib mir ma’ Time-out (Gib mir ma’ Time-out)
Es ist alles viel zu hell, alles viel zu schnell
Es ist alles viel zu laut
Drück ma’ kurz auf Stop und halt alles an
Bitte gib mir ma’ Time-out (Gib mir ma’ Time-out)
Es ist alles viel zu hell, alles viel zu schnell
Es ist alles viel zu laut (Yeah, yeah)