Browse Month: December 2017

Conway Twitty – Slow Hand

As the midnight moon was driftin’ through
The lazy sway of the trees
I saw the look in your eyes, looking into the night
Not seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin’, don’t say a word, I’ve already heard
What your body’s sayin’ to mine, you’re tired of fast moves
You’ve got a slow groove on your mind
You want a man with a slow hand
You want a lover with an easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush baby, believe me I understand
When it comes to love, you want a slow hand
On shadowed ground, with no one around
And a blanket of stars in our eyes
Hey, we’re drifting free, like two lost leaves
On the crazy wind of the night
Darlin’, don’t say a word, I’ve already heard
What your body’s sayin’ to mine, if you want all night
You know it’s alright I’ve got time
You’ve got a man with a slow hand
You’ve got a lover with an easy touch
You’ve got somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush, baby believe me I understand
When it comes to love, you want a slow hand
You want a lover with an easy touch
You’ve got somebody who will spend some time with you baby
Not come and go in a heated rush, baby believe me I understand

Blur – Song 2

Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn’t easy
But nothing is
No

Woo-hoo
When I feel heavy-metal
And I’m pins and I’m needles
Well, I lie and I’m easy
All the time but I’m never sure
Why I need you
Pleased to meet you

I got my head down
When I was young
It’s not my problem
It’s not my problem

Woo-hoo
When I feel heavy-metal
And I’m pins and I’m needles
Well, I lie and I’m easy
All the time but I am never sure
Why I need you
Pleased to meet you

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah

Collective Soul – Shine

Give me a word,
Give me a sign.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Lay me on the ground,
Or fly me in the sky.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down

Love is in the water,
Love is in the air.
Show me where to look,
Tell me will love be there?
Will love be there?

Teach me how to speak,
Teach me how to share.
Teach me where to go,
Tell me will love be there?
Love be there?

Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down

Give me a word,
Give me a sign.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Lay me on the ground,
Or fly me in the sky.
Show me where to look,
Tell me what will I find?
What will I find?

Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down
Whoa, heaven let your light shine down

I’m gonna let it shine
I’m gonna let it shine
Heaven, let your light
Shine on me

Oh, yeah,
Yeah
Heaven, let your light
Shine on me

Shine on me, yeah
(Shine) C’mon and shine

Don Q – Trap Phone (feat. Desiigner)

[Intro: Don Q]
Yeah
Don
Put the suit back on all you niggas

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Fuck what I overcame
They slaughtered my name and they tarnished it
I just came up on a open lane
They say I’m the one who gon’ conquer it
You wasn’t there when we started it
Now you wanna come be a part of it
Nigga, we ain’t under nobody
We came in Atlantic for partnership
I know my mom she pray for me
First in the morning, and in the night faithfully
I see the [?] had a vacancy
I’m tyna boss up and start up an agency
I’m happy God made a way for me right at the top with the greats where they play for me
I know these niggas got thoughts of betraying me
Keep them outsiders away from me
Can’t have no strangers around us
I got some [?] for loungers
I’m too impatient for browsing, I want it I’m bringing it straight to the counter
I’m way too busy to do it, I pay an accountant to pay my accountant
I got too lazy to count it
Look at my chain it’s astounding

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I give my dogs the medicine
I call my dogs, they veterans
I give my dog the weapon, then
Just hit my dog, they send them in
Aimbot, aimbot, first I whack him, then I whack a cop
Paid 380 for the top
Then put .380’s in your top
And then to 80 on your block
And now it’s navy on the block
And now you gravy on the block
Be lookin’ wavy on your block
L.O.D, Highbridge
So much shit that we did
[?]
Did it all for the fame

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 3: Don Q]
Look at this shit I’m inspiring, I’m a nigga they admiring
I get in the lab and I turn into a scientist, got ’em thinkin’ ’bout retirement
I got some hoes out the country and I got a bunch of them flying in
I’m a product of my environment
I get some product and flood the environment
They watchin’ the ice when I step at the light
I drop a tint when I left the [?]
Gold Lex and my neck is froze
It got gold sets and I’m settin’ goals
My legacy gon’ be set in stone
I know some niggas that’s never home, but they do dirt and never tell a soul
He goin’ back to the trap when he left parole
Yeah, yeah!

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Outro: Desiigner]
For the fame
We’ve been all through the pain
And the rain
Same
Now congratulations and pop champagne

Jay-Z – Legacy

[Intro: Blue Ivy Carter]
Daddy, what’s a will?

[Verse 1]
Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do
She might start an institute
She might put poor kids through school
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
TIDAL, the champagne, D’USSÉ, I’d like to see
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
We gon’ start a society within a society
That’s major, just like the Negro League
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech
Generational wealth, that’s the key
My parents ain’t have shit, so that shift started with me
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh

[Chorus]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

[Interlude]
I remember, like, listenin’ to Wu-Tang
And niggas like, "Your seed married his seed, married my seed"
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family

[Verse 2]
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
Whose daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand
That charge of energy set all the Carters back
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian
He was preachin’ on Sundays, versus how he was livin’ Monday
Someday I forgive him
‘Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
And I was runnin’ from him, He was givin’ me wisdom
See how the universe works?
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
It’s a gift and a curse
That’s called the Red Queen’s Race

[Bridge]
You run this hard just to stay in place
Keep up the pace, baby
Keep up the pace
You run this hard just to stay in place

[Chorus]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

[Outro: Donny Hathaway]
Day, someday, someday we’ll all
Someday we’ll all be free

Jay-Z – Smile (feat. Gloria Carter)

[Intro: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Smile, you recordin’?

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Slammin’ Bentley doors like we invented doors
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
We drinkin’ Cristal and…yeah
Kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then
Drinkin’ Ace of Spades like it’s codeine now
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Push through the pain so we can see new life
So all the ladies havin’ babies, see a sacrifice
Mama had four kids, but she’s a lesbian
Had to pretend so long that she’s a thespian
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
Don’t matter to me if it’s a him or her
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
Marie Antoinette, baby, let ’em eat cake

[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Smile
Here’s your friendly announcer
Smile

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Far as draft picks, my name did not get called
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board
Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen
Y’all knew that was comin’, I had to remind y’all again, huh?
Flyin’ paper planes through the projects
Now the whole projects on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y’all televised shows
Super facts
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don’t do all that
A loss ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson
Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin’

[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Good morn’ or evening, friends

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
I mastered my aesthetics
I know you often heard me wax poetic ’bout bein’ back in the Lexus
But trust me, that was nothin’ a nigga up in
The hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin’
I’m that boy
Anita Baker’s "You Bring Me Joy" slappin’ out of the toy
The separation is clear in my rear-view mirror
Objects is further than they appear
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playin’ for high stakes
Norman’s Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear
How niggas can’t relate?
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
And niggas playin’ for power, huh
So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me" now it’s, "Fuck payin’ me, I pay you
Put the rest away for Blue"
That blood money I giggle at it, can’t even support my miss’ habit
Jewelry shoppin’ in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed
Huh, blood diamonds drippin’ with guilt, I still ain’t trippin’
That’s life, winners and losers
Drug dealers and abusers, America likes me ruthless
My therapist said I relapsed
I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
God sent me to break the chain, I’m the true and livin’
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Niggas’ll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
Ahhhh, what did I do? ‘Cept try to free you
Niggas’ll love you but hate you ’cause they can’t be you
Dump ’em all in the bayou, uh
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
But my story’s too wide to fit inside the line or two
Oh, these that drugs, heron flow, I spaz on the stove
This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
Look, you a pedestrian, don’t ever question the security I provided you
Oh y’all thought I was washed? I’m at the cleaners
Launderin’ dirty money like the Teamsters, huh
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Fear for you, bro, we know the system don’t work
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Yet it’s legal in Colorado, yeah, we deny
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
That’s why it’s a black market, that’s why it’s called the trap
That’s why it’s called the projects ’cause it’s exactly that
All these people was gon’ kill me, heh
‘Cause the more I reveal me, the more they ‘fraid of the real me
Welcome back Carter, smile

[Outro: Gloria Carter]
Living in the shadow
Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Because that’s what you want them to see
Living two lives, happy, but not free
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free
But you live with the fear of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
No harm for them, no harm for me
But life is short, and it’s time to be free
Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed
Smile

Jay-Z – Marcy Me

[Intro]
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one representin’ BK to the fullest
Bastards duckin’ when Hov be buckin’
Chicken-heads be cluckin’

[Verse 1]
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin’
Cookin’ coke in the kitchen
Back when Rodman was a Piston
Mike was losin’ to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
Assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet here’s a verse from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
Yet we know not what we may be"
So maybe I’m the one or maybe I’m crazy
I’m from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin
Yeah, that’s where it all started
When Denzel was blottin’ carpet, I’ll pack a… nine millimeter
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y’all
Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
There’s room on the bandwagon, don’t abort
Marcy me

[Verse 2]
Marcy me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
I’m a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
That’s poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
Came through the bushes smellin’ like roses
I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe, I’m talkin’ bustin’ off the roof
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y’all flirtin’ with death, I be winkin’ through the scope
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concludin’ my concerto
Marcy me

[Outro: The-Dream]
Must be in the air
Oh, can’t walk away, I know, I know
Just the way I’m raised
I know, I know, I know
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Just the way I am always gonna be
I ain’t gonna change, no
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
I ain’t gonna change, no
I ain’t gonna change, no
Couldn’t change me if I wanted to
You couldn’t change me if you wanted to
I’ma take this with me to the Moon
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo…)

Pressa – Basically

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Lil Xan – Wake Up

[Intro]:
Feel like I’m-
Ay (ooh)
Fucking around (yeah)
Yeah (yea, yea, yea)
Ay (what)
Yeah, yeah

[Hook]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead

[Verse]:
Ay, I fucked the game up
I drew the game up
We do not play bruh
In my own lane bruh
That bitch is lame bruh
You know you is a lame hoe
My bitch from over state
She gon come down state

[Bridge]:
What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah
What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
What you mean? Yeah
What you mean? Yeah
What you mean? Yeah
What you mean?
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
What you?

[Hook]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead

[Verse]:
Pink roses, pink lean
Pink Audies, pink beans
Pretty foreign, bitch clean
[?]
Xan up, I’m next
You know I’m next
Your bitch wanna sex
Your bitch want-

[Bridge]:
Pink roses, pink lean
Pink audies, they like beans
I like bean, I like beans, I like lean (he-hey, ooh)
Fuck it, yeah
Fuck it, yeah
Fuck it, yeah!

[Hook]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I feel like I’m dead

Manman Savage & Lil Uzi Vert – Big Face

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
Stay up in your lane
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
I’ma do my thing, yeah
Better keep your mouth closed
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced
I was outside all the way from the morning
That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
I was on a xan, after that I crashed

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

R.E.M. – Man On The Moon

[Verse 1]
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See you in heaven if you make the list
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby, are we losing touch?

[Chorus]
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

[Verse 2]
Moses went walking with the staff of wood
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Newton got beaned by the apple good
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby, are you having fun?

[Chorus]
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

[Verse 3]
Here’s a little agit for the never-believer
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here’s a little ghost for the offering
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby, are we losing touch?

[Chorus]
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Crash Test Dummies – Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Once there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn’t come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The cars had smashed so hard

Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Once there was this girl who
Wouldn’t go and change with the girls in the change room
And when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn’t quite explain it
They’d always just been there

Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

But both girl and boy were glad
‘Cause one kid had it worse than that

‘Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to their church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn’t quite explain it
They’d always just gone there

Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Ah
Ah

Ah
Ah

Ugly Kid Joe – Everything About You

I, hate the rain and sunny weather,
And I, I hate the beach and mountains too bu hu
And I don’t like a thing about the city, no, no
And I, I, I, hate the countryside too!

Semi-chorus
And I, hate everything about you!
… everything about you!

And I, don’t like a thing about your mother,
And I, I hate your daddys guts too bu hu
And I, don’t like a thing about your sister, no, no
Cause I, I, I, think sex is overrated too.

[Chorus]
And I, get sick when I’m around, I, can’t stand to be around,
I, hate everything about you!
Everything about you,
Everything about you,
Everything about you!

Some say I got a bad attitude,
But that don’t change the way I feel about you,
And if you think this thought might bring me down,
Look again cause I aint wearin no frown!

I don’t really care about your sister
Forget the little bitch cause I already kissed her

One thing that I did to your lady
I put her on the bed and she didn’t even say maybe
I know you know everybody knows
The way it comes, the way it’s gonna go
You think it’s sad,
And that’s too bad,
Cause I’m havin
A ball hatin
Every little thing about you!

Everything about you, everything about…
I, get sick when I’m around…
I, can’t stand to be around…
I, hate everything about… you! Haha…

Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Scooby Snacks

[Intro]

"Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!"
"Any of you fucking pricks move
And I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!"

[Verse 1: Huey Morgan]
Me and Fast got the gats, we’re out to rob the bank
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
Now everything’s cool and everything’s smooth
Hey that’s smooth…

I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gives me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink
That I found cute and I said, "Baby, baby, baby…"
Is this some karmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?

By that time Fast tapped me with the 9
He said it was time to blow, you know
So out the door we go back to the ride with Steve inside
And alive, and off we drive

See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we’ll never get far
Riding around in a stolen police car
So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy
Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something

"Look, I don’t know anything about any fucking set-up
You can torture me all you want…"
"Torture you, that’s good, that’s a good idea, I like that one."

[Hook]
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks

And I don’t give a fuck about the hell’s gate
Ain’t punkin’ the crowd and I’m still standing up straight
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money
No one gets hurt if they don’t act funny

On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is, yeah
They’re at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Fromans’
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded

They gave chase, but my man Steve’s an ace
And we lost those brothers with haste
We casted off and along we went
Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented

"Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?"
"…I am cool."

[Hook]
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks

Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Running around robbing banks
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks

Red Hot Chili Peppers – Give It Away

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water