Ghanaian-British photographer James Barnor’s work is being exhibited at the Serpentine Gallery in London.
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Mud Sun – Mine The Gap Lyrics
Check the lyrical adventure as I’m travel writing with a sense of rhythm
I’m as sensitive as vikings when inviting heads to listen
To this abstract expressionist rap
Like Jackson Pollock
When he spreads the pigment
This is Baba Brinkman on the Underground in London, England
Surrounded by the sound of competition causing constant friction
A lot of guys probably tryin’ to strive for the top positions in their offices
And on this ride their eyes are mono vision
Crawling on the bodies of the hottest vixens probably thinkin’
“Ima get my knob licked by all these women, once I’ve got the auspicious job description
Plus the cars and riches for the proper proposition”
And I’m thinking all these bankers and doctors and lawyers in training
Probably have a whole lot to offer you gorgeous
And without the enormous wallet and other resources
All I can offer is locked in my cortex
Like the knowledge that the starving artist can rock your entire corpus
Like wild horses that never let you settle for a child’s portion
But I ain’t sittin’ on the train stunned like James Blunt
So I get off at the next stop to go try to record this
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse
The next stop is Marble Arch
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
On this public transit labyrinth in London
I’m standing on the subway crammed in
With a bunch of other with a bunch of other average companions
Then someone Islamic steps onto the carriage
Clutching a lumpy package and everybody panics
So we gotta stop the train and wait for the cops to come
And confiscate his Double Club Sandwich
I got my iPod on watching bumping Cut Chemist
As they let him off with a warning
And now he’s got a suspended sentence
And it’s obvious to everybody now that he’s innocent
Like 99% of his religious and ethnic brethren
But that never prevented these British citizens from letting their suspicions
Get the better of their stiff upper lips
And forgetting the principles of liberty and justice just this once
To protect the parents of their kids
And now I just missed my connection
And I was on my way to meet up with this lady
So that I could try to get some
Feminine affection
But instead, I’m directionless
Like the rest of my generation
So instead of wasting my free time chasing a feline
I spend the day at a demonstration at the train station
Waving a Peace sign
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
Underfoot, underground cultures cross fertilize
I stand under a dirty sign and watch bodies hurtle by
Behind glass etched with the tags of graf artists
Who see the works work the circuit of the circle line
Bags are snatched
Other bags hang under worker’s eyes
Bags full of blues, coffee and overtime
We stare at each others shoes
‘Cause shoes designate a certain pride
We’ve all bought the merchandise
And when the train stops at Totteridge & Whetstone
We all look up and watch a nervous guy get off his bench
And get in line and step in
Let’s call him Kevin
Blushing at the couple showing signs of affection
Kevin sits and tries to hide his erection
Behind a paperback entitled “Pride and Perfection”
Hunched spine like a question, he wants to chat
But people are unreachable across the gap
The gap between the seats which allows passengers to read
The Metro without touching knees with the next bloke
The gap between the dweeb with their legs closed
And the pin striped white collar fiending to get coke
Up in the gap between the office and the strip club
Hopin’ it ends in a cocktail and a dick rub
It’s the gap between a man that enters with a pimp strut
And the lady reading “Heat” that wants a nip and tuck
All citizens of the world just different hair-dos
Step across the gap bruv
I dare you
Credits
Academy Award organisers have told nominees they don’t want people to appear by Zoom.
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Lil’ Krystalll – +44 Lyrics
[Текст песни «+44»]
[Интро]
— Почему-то в среду вечером все спят
— Угу-угу, а как у тя дела?
— У меня дела отлично, а ты в Лондоне?
— Почему голос грустный?
— Мне грустно, потому что ты не отвечаешь на мой вопрос
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность
[Куплет]
Не ношу дерьма в трусах, статья растёт по граммам
Бро был в СИЗО, смотрел ТВ, он не пойдёт обратно
Да, я замешан, да, я в центре, не могу соврать вам
Моя кровь как яд, мой cup как кровь — это железные факты
Сто тысяч лиц, шея вся в ледышках, ты всё также бедный
Мы с самой грязи, London city показал, где деньги
Забавно видеть, как толпа хочет ворваться в небо
Мой бро купил крипту на high, теперь он ждёт свой Lambo
Эй, broski, я там был в семнадцатом, сгорели бабки
Потом Dark Web нас стал кормить, мы стали делать пачки
Ш-ш-ш, что? Сплетни оставлю пташкам
Я люблю цифры девять-пять, за свои Air Max'ы (Алло)
(Слушай) So fly, как медик, shank в штанах порезал ноги (Е)
Прыгнул на glide, собрал очки без Insta Story
На-на Opel, словно Uber Driver ездит кореш
Broski, он в маске за рулём, мы dodge’им COVID
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность
[Аутро]
— Ясно всё с тобой
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Heinz Rudolf Kunze – Lola Lyrics
Ich traf sie in 'nem Imbiß in Dortmund-Nord
Es roch stark nach Schaschlik und 'n bißchen nach Abort
Und sie hieß Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich sagte: Darf ich bitten oder woll'n wir erst tanzen?
Sie wurde rot und rührte wie ertappte Emanzen
In ihrer Cola
C.O.L.A. Cola lalalala Lola
Nun seh ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger –
Ich führe, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich blöd, aber so blöd bin ich nicht:
Sie hatte Haare auf den Zähnen und auch mitten im Gesicht
Oh meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Lalalala Lola
Wir tranken und kamen uns langsam abhanden
An der Neonröhre hingen vergammelte Girlanden
Wenn ich umfiel, baute sie mich immer wieder auf
Bis sie sagte: So, mein Sohn, jetzt gehn wir zu mir rauf!
Wenn ich voll bin, bin ich kein Fall für Carmen
Doch sie nahm mich untern Arm, sie kannte kein Erbarmen
Meine Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Ich schrie: Laß mich gehn!
Sie wollte nicht verstehn
Sie sagte: Nicht mit mir!
Ich sagte: Gut dann eben nicht
Und bestellte noch Bier
Ist das nun Liebe oder ist das nur ein schwacher Trost?
Ich sage immer was ich denke und ich sagte: Prost
Auf dein Spezielles, Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Girls heißen Alf und Boys heißen George
Nicht nur in London sondern jetzt auch schon in Dortmund-Nord
Und er hieß Lola
Lalalala Lola
Ich war gerade erst zuhause ausgezogen
Ich hatte noch niemals meine Mami belogen
Lola lächelte nur und faßte mich an
Und sagte: Ich bin es längst – heut wirst auch du ein Mann!
Ich werd gern zur Brust genommen, also bin ich wohl einer
Ganz sicher bin ich nicht, doch das ist ja heute keiner
Höchstens Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola lalalala Lola
Lola (laß gut sein Günter
Ich muß noch fahrn) lalalala Lola
Lalalala Lola
[Intro: Rich The Kid]
She get nasty (Buddah Bless this beat)
Nasty
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She like to twerk it in the mirror (In the mirror)
That ass too fat, ain’t no more FaceTime, need it clearer (Need it clearer)
And when she sad, give her the dick and she gon’ cheer up (She gon’ cheer up)
She get done sucking, fell asleep, think it’s the syrup (It’s the syrup)
With no hands (With no hands)
Hop up on the dick, she like to dance (She like to dance)
Make it nasty ’cause she know I got the bands (I got the bands)
Know she frеaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Pussy too good, had to take that bitch to Francе
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Mulatto]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Big Latto)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty
[Verse 2: Mulatto]
Double-hand hand twist the pipe but I ain’t even plumbing
He like ’em nasty-nasty, bitch, I’m Mrs. Put That Thumb In
He pull on my tracks like London, throw that shit back, got him running
Demon time, I give him hell, sound like an angel when I’m on it
Swallow that dick, don’t spit up
I’ma leave a lil’ puddle when I get up (Ooh)
Tryna feel it in my stomach, no sit-up
Call when you want and you know I’ma pick up
From the back just like that with the chin up, yeah
He got both legs pinned up
Start from the car to the bed to the floor
It ain’t no telling just where we might end up (Latto)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Flo Milli]
She gon’ do it with no hands
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Ooh, haha)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty (Flo Milli shit)
[Verse 3: Flo Milli & Rubi Rose]
Shake my ass all on his dick ’cause I can tell he like to touch it
Can’t have no strings attached, nigga, do I look like your puppet?
He in love just off of fucking, two minutes in and now he busting (Ha)
Confusing me with bitches, goofy nigga, ain’t no cuffing
He was bragging on his dick, my pussy whip that nigga bluffing
Don’t be reaching for my hand, you ain’t my man when we in public (Ew)
Make him slip all on this pussy, watch him lick it ’til he hiccup (Yup)
Kick him out my house, don’t call me twice if I don’t pick up (Yeah, uh, yeah)
[Verse 4: Rubi Rose]
I drop this bomb on the dick (It’s a bomb, yeah)
The way I bust it, know he think I tote a stick (Uh, you know I’m nasty)
I make it nasty, I spell Rubi while I lick (Uh)
Boy, this a movie, have you ever made a flick? (Three, two, one, play)
When you say action (Action), I start acting (Actin’ up)
Cut, rewind, see I ride it backwards
But ain’t no passion (Nah) ’cause nigga, I could never love you (Ever)
Fuck you like your daddy then send you back to your mama
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty
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Defari – Bomb Tree Lyrics
* [Chorus: Defari]
Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree
Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb
(Defari)
My minds trippin’, I’m flying like the Jetsons
I got greener trees than the vegetable section
Though I’m blown on high, I’m concentrating on this realness
Society’s playin’ with these devils and illness, God
Hear me when I beg for forgiveness
All the black and tans I’ve had, all the forty’s and Guinness
All the sacks and the bags I’ve rolled full of indo
Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows
Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive
These Los Angeles streets I ride
Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah
That name ring a bell
and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell
Palm trees ain’t the only greenery in California
In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja
[Chorus] – repeat 2X
Now I’ve been all around the world for the bomb ass tree
Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu
I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo
Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth
Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix
Add my rockin’ hash to your little blunt of tricks
Now what do we have? A motherf*ckin blunt that hits
That’s the shit, stop playin’, add a sack to this
But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks
You dig? I’m only firing up fire weed
Make a stress smoker really admire me
[Chorus] – repeat 2X
I’m from that Cheech and Chong scene
I got that mean Joe Green
I’ll burn trees until I’m one hundred and thirteen (damn)
And maybe then I’ll stop, Not!
I’ll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock
Cannabis cup, we party, can’t handle this stuff
Damage your lungs, what! Pack another one
I got fresh water for the bong, that’s six feet long
Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong
A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle
Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little
Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs
I’d like to take time out to thank those who gave love
On the sack, the rest of y’all niggas is wack
Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag
Zig zag, take a slow drag
And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn’t know that
[Chorus] – repeat 2X
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Don McLean – Run, Diana Run Lyrics
Paroles de la chanson Run Diana Run :
London calling, run Diana run
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
Oh well there once was a princess
Who lived a fairy tale
Her love was very strong
Her heart was very frail
The camera really loved her
Oh she always caused a stir!
She dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her
I said she dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her
The camera shot her every day
In fact it shot her dead
They never really touched her
Just took her soul instead
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
The lens is in focus
The flash is really hot
Man, they swarm around like locusts
Just to get a better shot
She's such a public figure
I'll bet they just can't get enough
The princess has it easy
The readers have it tough!
I say the princess has it easy
The readers have it tough
They like to feed on fantasy
Like lions feed on meat
They like to shoot her every day
And bring her home to eat
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
They like to feed on fantasy
Like lions feed on meat
They like to shoot her every day
And bring her home to eat
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
Photographers can kill you
The camera is their gun
They shoot their victim down
And then they start to run
It's just assassination
With aperture and flash
But it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash!
I said it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash!
The princess never found herself
Except on tabloid pages
You can be killed at certain times
By photographic rages
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
See you at the courthouse tomorrow
Gonna be some dark days to follow
Gonna tell me what I know, I know
f*cking right, I steal, beg and borrow
Onomatopoeia my sorrow
Click, click, bang, boom, oh
There’s blood on my pillow and I know it was evil
But I’m down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done ’cause
The devil made me do it
Yeah, don’t put that shit on me
I said the devil made me do it
I got a 45 in the bible
The devil made me do it
When the good Lord let me on down
The devil made me do it, ah
The devil made me do it, yeah
Washing down the pain with a benzo
Tryna fit a body in my Enzo
The devil made me do it
When the pieces of my broken heart are sharper than a shard of glass
Nothing I can do to save you, sorry but it’s all out of my hands
That’s a sign
And I got your bitch on demon time
Clout chaser, she won’t top me off till I go live
Motorbike shorty, that’s my vibe
Do it in a section, f*ck the line, yeah
6-6-6, I’m out in London, call ’em Austin Powers umm
Then we fly them [?] in here out from Broward umm
That head educated, probably went to Howard umm
Contemplating millions off of cauliflower
Hmmm after hours
Give me demon, demon till I sleep, sleep
Devil made me do it
I’m down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done ’cause (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
The devil made me do it (Yeah)
Yeah, don’t put that shit on me (Don’t put that shit on me, don’t put that shit on me)
I said the devil made me do it
I got a 45 in the bible (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The devil made me do it
When the good Lord let me on down
The devil made me do it, ah
The devil made me do it, yeah
Washing down the pain with a benzo
Tryna fit a body in my Enzo
The devil made me do it
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The photographer’s work returns to London on a massive scale.
Nathan Law, who fled Hong Kong over China’s new security law, says he is staying in the UK.
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Dalriada – A Walesi Bardok 1 Lyrics
Edward király, angol király
Léptet fakó lován:
Hadd látom, úgymond, mennyit ér
A velszi tartomány.
Van-e ott folyó és földje jó?
LegelQin fq kövér?
Használt-e a megöntözés:
A pártos honfivér?
S a nép, az istenadta nép,
Ha oly boldog-e rajt’
Mint akarom, s mint a barom,
Melyet igába hajt?
Felség! valóban koronád
Legszebb gyémántja Velsz:
Földet, folyót, legelni jót,
Hegy-völgyet benne lelsz.
S a nép, az istenadta nép
Oly boldog rajta, Sire!
KunyhóI mind hallgatva, mint
Megannyi puszta sir.
Edward király, angol király
Léptet fakó lován:
Körötte csend amerre ment,
És néma tartomány.
Montgomery a vár neve,
Hol aznap este szállt;
Montgomery, a vár ura,
Vendégli a királyt.
Vadat és halat, s mi jó falat
Szem-szájnak ingere,
SürgQ csoport, száz szolga hord,
Hogy nézni is tereh;
S mind, amiket e szép sziget
Ételt-italt terem;
S mind, ami bor pezsegve forr
Túl messzi tengeren.
Ti urak, ti urak! hát senkisem
Koccint értem pohárt?
Ti urak, ti urak!… ti velsz ebek!
Ne éljen Eduárd?
Vadat és halat, s mi az ég alatt
Szem-szájnak kellemes,
Azt látok én: de ördög itt
Belül minden nemes.
Ti urak, ti urak, hitvány ebek!
Ne éljen Eduárd?
Hol van, ki zengje tetteim –
ElQ egy velszi bárd!
Egymásra néz a sok vitéz,
A vendég velsz urak;
Orcáikon, mint félelem,
Sápadt el a harag.
Szó bennszakad, hang fennakad,
Lehellet megszegik. –
Ajtó megQl fehér galamb,
Psz bárd emelkedik.
Itt van, király, ki tetteidet
Elzengi, mond az agg;
S fegyver csörög, haló hörög
Amint húrjába csap.
„Fegyver csörög, haló hörög,
A nap vértóba száll,
Vérszagra gyql az éji vad:
Te tetted ezt, király!
Levágva népünk ezrei,
Halomba, mint kereszt,
Hogy sírva tallóz aki él:
Király, te tetted ezt!”
Máglyára! el! igen kemény –
Parancsol Eduárd –
Ha! lágyabb ének kell nekünk;
S belép egy ifju bárd.
„Ah! lágyan kél az esti szél
Milford-öböl felé;
Szüzek siralma, özvegyek
Panasza nyög belé.
Ne szülj rabot, te szqz! anya
Ne szoptass csecsemQt!…”
S int a király. S elérte még
A máglyára menQt.
De vakmerQn s hivatlanúl
ElQáll harmadik;
Kobzán a dal magára vall,
Ez íge hallatik:
„Elhullt csatában a derék –
No halld meg, Eduárd:
Neved ki diccsel ejtené,
Nem él oly velszi bárd.
„Emléke sír a lanton még –
No halld meg, Eduárd:
Átok fejedre minden dal,
Melyet zeng velszi bárd.”
Meglátom én! – S parancsot ád
Király rettenetest:
Máglyára, ki ellenszegql,
Minden velsz énekest!
SzolgáI szét száguldanak,
Ország-szerin, tova.
Montgomeryben így esett
A híres lakoma. –
S Edvárd király, angol király
Vágtat fakó lován;
Körötte ég földszint az ég:
A velszi tartomány.
Ötszáz, bizony, dalolva ment
Lángsírba velszi bárd:
De egy se birta mondani
Hogy: éljen Eduárd. –
Ha, ha! mi zúg?… mi éji dal
London utcáin ez?
Felköttetem a lord-majort,
Ha bosszant bármi nesz!
Áll néma csend; légy szárnya bent,
Se künn, nem hallatik:
„Fejére szól, ki szót emel!
Király nem alhatik.”
Ha, ha! elQ síp, dob, zene!
Harsogjon harsona:
Fülembe zúgja átkait
A velszi lakoma…
Túl zenén, túl sípon-dobon,
Riadó kürtön át:
Ötszáz énekli hangosan
A vértanúk dalát.
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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
Alright we drinkin a lassi
Movin our body
I’m masala with a sauce
And I never take an off day
Chai stand post up no latte
Bidi smoke cloud puff puff
Varanasi selector
Play one of those hits
India you ain’t never seen colors like this
Turquoise and the orange
And the yellow & the pinks
Fell in love as a sunset
Into the abyss grab your waistline
Kiss your neck to the bass line
Hold us slow it down dave brubeck
Take 5 let me do my 2 step
Crossover a.I peel off in the whip
Through a gray sky skkrt skkrt windows up
Watch the world disappear
As we kick up dust
Let the magic of the night go
And do what it does
Never get in a way of somebody
Falling in love.. I’m gone
Fir se machayenge remix bajade public kar ri shor
Meko dekh main machara mere saath mein macklemore
Daru chod ghumenge firenge piyenge hum lassi
Hater log pareshan hai soche kaise hai tu fassi.. Merese
Dil dekh ke pada tha na farak mujhe chehre se
Kisi ki parwah nahin hai muje matlab tere se
Sirf teko milne ke liye nikalta hun mein ghar se
Khulam khula pyaar karenge nahin karenge dar ke
Tere gharwale bhadke toh mana lunga
Jyada din nahin baby teko meri wali banalunga
Chalenge hum trip pe tab khana wana bana dunga
Guitar bajane aata hai pyaara gaana suna dunga
Doosre ke pyaar mein girne se tujhe bacha raha hoon
Sab mujhe bhaav de rahi phir bhi sab ko wata raha hoon
Tere baare mein sabko achi baatein bata raha hoon
Tere liye mummy daddy ko main ghar pe mana raha hoon
Sahi mein..
Wazan thodi meri ghata raha hoon
Tujhe lean body pasand hai
Main healthy khaane chaba raha hoon
Sun ne main aaya hai tu london mein rehti hai
Abhi ke abhi jaake pehli ticket kata raha hoon
Machayenge gaana baj ra global
Bantai ki public full fire yaha koi nahin sober
Sabko ijzat milna chahiye koyi ni yaahan pe naukar
Hasna sikh le varna zindagi bita le ro kar
Marzi teri..
Achi soch rakhta kaam kar bana apna mauka
Seekh un logo se jisne diya tujhe dhoka
Kisne roka tera nauka tu chalega tere daam par
Duniya dekhegi tujhe tu jaake pehle kaam kar
Salam kar bade ko koi kalam bano
Gardi mein safar kiya toh jaake tum udaan bharo
Birthday pe party nahin birthday pe daan karo
Jo bhi ud rele hawa mein kya tum abhi chaand par ho
Tu koshish kar shuruat mein thoda sa suffer hai
Kaam karte saath mein haan rakhna thoda sabar hai
Paisa double hai jab bhi tera waqt aayega
Kisi ki garj na rakhna mehnat karke laayega
India mein bajta tha gaana duniya bajayega
Paisa kamana aasan hai pyaar kaise laayega
Swimming pool chhod apan samandar mein nahayega
Fir se machane bole haan firse machayega..
Two weeks after liberation, 95 London medical students arrived at Belsen to help care for survivors.
It’s been said many ways
Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays
Don’t matter if you’re nine or ninety-eight
Everyone’s waiting for the chance to say
Finally it’s Christmas, yeah, feels good
Around this time of year
You can’t deny there’s something in the air
If you’re in London or in Santa Fe
You’ll hope for snow to fall on Christmas day
Finally it’s Christmas
Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
All of the plans are made
So tell your urgent caller it can wait
Just sit back and listen for the reindeer on the rooftop
Flying North Pole to Tulsa on a non-stop
I hear the church bells ring
The chorus welcoming the newborn king
Good will and love is what the savior brings
Now the world comes together and sings
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
Finally it’s Christmas
(Shake your Christmas bells)
Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas day
Shake your Christmas bells
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
(Finally it’s Christmas)
…
Finally it’s Christmas
…
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$teven Cannon – InXanity
Xanarchy
Hey
[Verse]
Really fuckin’ wonder why these bitches think I’m dumb
Bitch I’m too important, my account be lookin’ dumb
This extended clip is long, yeah I bang it, then I run
Nigga I be trappin’, oh my god, I got my home
Yea I pull up in the Masi, I get money, not no crumbs
My bitch is so important, she came straight from London
Yeah I’m on a cart, like when I’m shoppin’ for my mom
These niggas act like [?], these niggas Comic-Con
In the benzo pushin’ buttons, and it’s got me out my mind
I gotta watch my weight, because the lean’ll make me slide
Dog I got the pounds, I’m fuckin’ bitches off of Vine
And I know my wrist is sloppy, everything I got design
Don’t get too excited, you ain’t comin to my home
I barely understand, why my bitch leave me alone
There ain’t no other Steve, all these bitches want a clone
I’m higher than a kite, nah, I’m higher than a drone
Smoking haze, I’m in a daze
Chocolate paint, look like my face
These bitches chase, I did the race
Still caught a case, I did some days
Sent me to the state, feel like a maze
Done lost you mind, I don’t need a chase
I do xans, I don’t do percs
Hoe it ain’t the same
Sailor Moon I’m gettin’ [?], hoes from Ukraine
She a tame, this lyin’ bitch watch me run the game
In the bay, this xanarchy, bitch we don’t bang
[Bridge x2]
This time last year I was still gettin’ money
Ain’t shit changed, still got the thang on me
Got the 30-round clip holster stickin’ to my stomach
Just because I’m ridin’ hot, it dont mean a nigga dummy
[Outro x2]
Inxanity, inxanity
No I’m not your man to be
I got dark shit
Big shit like a manatee
You can send a band on me, I’ll take it
You can send a band on me, but I’ll take it bitch
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M – Pop Music
Get up
Get down
Radio, video
Boogie with a suitcase
You’re livin’ in a disco
Forget about the rat race
Let’s do the milkshake
Sellin’ like a hotcake
Try some buy some
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
I wanna dedicate this
Pop pop shoo wop
Everybody made it
Shoobie doobie do wop
Infiltrate it
Pop pop shoo wop
Activate it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Singing in the subway
Shuffle with a shoe shine
Fix me a Molotov
I’m on the headline
Wanna be a gun slinger
Don’t be a rock singer
Eenie meenie mynie moe
Tell me where you wanna go
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
Lyin’ in the tree [unverified]
Pop pop shoo wop
Eenee meenie
Shoobie doobie do wop
Pop pop shoo wop
You know what I mean
Hit it
Now you know what to say
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
All around the world
Wherever you are
Dance in the street
Anything you like
Do it in your car
In the middle of the night
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Dance in the super mart
Dig it in the fast lane
Listen to the countdown
They’re playin’ our song again
I can’t get jumping jack
I wanna hold, get back
Moonlight muzak
Knick knack patty whack
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around you
Pop pop shoo wop
Gonna surround you
Shoobie doobie do wop
It’s all around
Pop pop shoo wop
Hit it
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Talk about, pop musik
Pop pop pop pop musik
Now listen, talk about
Pop pop pop pop musik
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Amine – Spice Girl
Ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
Ah, woah
I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a
Spice Girl, freaky lil mama
Said she on a diet so she only eat bananas
Always in your prime, other women don’t align
And when I’m off work then you know it’s bed time
So let’s go (hey), let’s hit the I-5
Get away from B.S., don’t waste no down time (hey)
I don’t ever like ’em boujee, that’s the type that wanna sue me
And when we get together, hit it like fever forever
I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like
I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a
British girl (hey), got a show in London
Won’t you come around? Put you on the list, it’s nothin’
Say you gotta work ’cause you’re studyin’ for Masters
Yeah, these women fine but only on the camera (ooh)
They deceivin’, super thievin’
They fitness come and go like when they weave in
I never listen to the schemin’ type
I want the Sporty, Scary, Ginger spice
I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like
I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a
My girl’s a Spice Girl
Her world is my world
And most of all she’s fine to me
And aligned with the infatuation I feel
I need a Spice Girl
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Mishlawi – Ignore lyrics
[Chorus]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
[Verse 1]
My circle full
They thought that I need them but I’m cool
Taking my space up they better move
‘Cause if it ain’t this shit what would I do
Probably give it to her like she wanna
Hands up on her make her jaw drop
And the only time she running to me now
When she run and come and give me nana
I’m into getting my funds up
I got a bitch out in London
They don’t know just how much shit be ringing on me
[Chorus 2x]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
[Verse 2]
My circle full
Thought that they was special they confused
The truth is I don’t think I’m much like you yeah yeah
I ain’t no fool yeah yeah
I paid my dues on dues now they can kiss my ass
Remember when they would talk down its like now they be lucky if talking to me
Just came from Germany fresh off the flight after signing the deal of your dreams
I just don’t think you’d know
Quite how much they would call
[Chorus 2x]
Lord, when they call my phone I just press ignore
Couple A&Rs live on my front porch
They say that I’m almost on I tell them I know
Know oh oh oh oh
[Middle 8 2x]
Change, how could I change I’m used to me
Way, there is no way to cut these strings
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Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)
[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)
[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy
[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?
[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!
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AJ Tracey – Quarterback
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
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Halsey – Bad At Love (Angelus Cut)
[Verse 1]
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in the garden state
And he told me that we’d make it ’til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
[Pre-Chorus]
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
[Chorus]
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
[Verse 2]
Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one, but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through
[Pre-Chorus]
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes ’cause
[Chorus]
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
Oh, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
[Bridge]
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
[Chorus]
You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh
[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave, just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt)
Yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me
You my little Tesla V (skrrt skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on a G (skrrt skrrt)
That’s how much time I need, uh
Everyday Halloween (alright!)
But we don’t trick and treat (straight up!)
Count deads in my dreams (cash!)
Can’t even fall asleep
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya
Hollow clips in magazine
RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya
Drop your top off with that bean
Mix it one handed, please (it’s lit!)
Mix it right, dutty T
It’s only gonna bring me peace
Don’t leave my cup, that’s for me
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like “Jesus please”
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me