Mac DeMarco – One More Love Song

Another try, another go

Set it up just to watch it fall apart
Is one more love out to break your heart
After all this time, it turns out all you found
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
One last kiss from her lips
[Chorus]
Another dream put to bed
Another turn, another shift

Set it up just to watch it fall apart
[Verse 2]

Is one more love out to break your heart
Set it up just to watch it fall apart
Is one more love out to break your heart
Never thought you’d feel this low
After all this time, it turns all you had
Another dream you’re putting down

Lauv – The Other

[Chorus: Lauv]

Either your head or your heart, you set the other on fire

[Chorus: Lauv]
When there’s nothing quite wrong but it don’t feel right
I’m trying to forget

When they say that you just know

Ran it extra cold to shake the words from my mouth
And the stars, they broke their code

I nervously rehearse for when you’re around

What I wish and what I know
No one knows (knows)
When there’s nothing quite wrong but it don’t feel right
Who wrote the book on goodbye?
I’m caught in between
Though I know that no one’s listening
Cause I just can’t stop this pendulum in my head
You set the other on fire

(You set the other on fire, you set the other on fire)

There’s never been a way to make this easy

Either your head or your heart, you set the other on fire
Though I know that our time is ending
We fell from the peak
There’s never been a way to make this easy
Give me one more night

No one knows (knows)
Like a spotlight the water hits me
And I keep waiting like, you might change my mind
No one knows (knows)
I’d rather lay forever right in this bed
And I keep waiting like you might change my mind
How I landed on this road
Who wrote the book on goodbye?
[Chorus: Lauv]
No one knows (knows)
When there’s nothing quite wrong but it don’t feel right
Back and forth now I’m feelin’ guilty
Either your head or your heart, you set the other on fire
You set the other on fire
Who wrote the book on goodbye?
There’s never been a way to make this easy
No one knows (knows)

Kid Ink – Supersoaka

Different city, same hoes
Woah, bend it over, head and shoulders

Bust a move, she got more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah
And let her come and take me on my last ride, woah
And then I throw a bag on your body
Rollin’ up a gram, huh, toast a couple grams high
Baby, better get your mind and your act right
I just throw my hand like I’m fishin’
It’s your jam, huh, peanut butter skin, huh

You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah
Huh Where you been? Where you been all my life?
Cold nigga, pulled pimpin’ like it’s do or die
[Verse 1]

[Verse 2]
I just get that ass some ambition
Who am I? Who am I, baby?
Parkin’ lot pimpin’ out at Follies (woah)
You know, Stacey’s dad, shawty clueless
(Murder on the beat so it’s not nice)
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Woo, money man on a mission
And then I dump a bag on your body
Money shower, drop and hold it
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
Now she lookin’ at me like, "Don’t spray"
I’m just sayin’, huh, you don’t want the man, huh
And know that I am not the holy rap type
I can tell you, Kelly Rowland
She told me sit like my hands round my back tied
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
Thought I seen your ass lookin’ thottie (woah)
You know
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
Supersoka, change clothes
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
Supersoka, change clothes
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is

You know
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
Your friends bustin’ it but you been talkin’ on it
Different city, same hoes

You say you need a shower, well I got hella ammunition
I got ’em standin’ at attention
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’

Just pop somethin’ for me, while I pop another Rosé
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I’m really hopin’ I can touch it, no conditions
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin’
You know, titties tuggin’ on my jewels, yeah
[Intro]

[Chorus]
Bend it over, yoga stretchin’
I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag (yeah)
You know
Yeah, you know
I killed her, zip it up inside a body bag
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes

Khalid – Young Dumb & Broke

But we still got love to give
But we still got love to give
Jump and we think, leave it all in the game of love
I’m so high at the moment
Young dumb
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yeah, we’re just young dumb and broke
Young dumb

Young dumb broke high school kids
Whoa-oa-oa
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Young, young dumb and broke
Young, young dumb and broke

Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb
While we’re young dumb
What’s fun about commitment?
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
But we still got love to give
Run into sin, do it all in the name of fun
Yadadadadadada
We argue all the time
Young, young dumb and broke

You always say I’m wrong
I’m pretty sure I’m right
Young dumb broke high school kids
Fun
Young, young dumb and broke
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
Yadadadadadadada
We have so much in common

Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
I’m so caught up in this
Young, young dumb and broke
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb
When we have our life to live
Young, young dumb and broke
Young, young dumb and broke
While we’re young dumb
So you’re still thinking of me
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids
I’m so caught up in this
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
I’m so high at the moment
Love
I can not give you everything, you know I wish I could
While we’re young dumb
Just like I know you should
Young dumb
Young dumb broke high school kids
Young, young dumb and broke

Imagine Dragons – Thunder

Thunder, feel the thunder
I was lightning before the thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder
Thunder, thunder, thunder
Thunder, thun-, thunder
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder
Thunder, thun-, thunder
Lightning and the thunder, thunder
Now I’m smiling from the stage while
[Verse 2]
Just a young gun with a quick fuse
Thunder, thunder, thunder
Dreaming ’bout being a big star

Not a yes sir, not a follower
While I was scheming for the masses
Lightning and the thunder, thunder
[Refrain]
[Chorus]
Thunder
Lightning and the thunder, thunder
Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
Thunder, feel the thunder (feel the)
Thunder, thun-, thunder
Fit the box, fit the mold
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
Lightning and the thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder
Lightning and the thunder
Lightning and the thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder
Thunder, thun-, thunder
Thunder, thunder

Lightning and the thunder
Thunder, thunder, thunder
Thunder, thunder
And wanna leave my own life behind
You say you’re basic, you say you’re easy
Thunder, thunder, thunder

[Bridge]
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
Lightning and the thunder, thunder

Thunder, feel the thunder
Thunder, thunder

Thunder, feel the thunder
Thunder, feel the thunder
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder
[Chorus]
Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder
You’re always riding in the back seat

Thunder
You were clapping in the nose bleeds
[Chorus]
Who do you think you are?

I was dreaming of bigger things

Lightning and the thunder, thunder
[Verse 1]
[Refrain]
Kids were laughing in my classes
[Refrain]
I was uptight, wanna let loose

Wale – Thank God (Shine Album)

…….
Thank God

If they want a feature, they don’t reach out for months
Yeah-yeah, watch me ball

It’s unbelievable what I’ve been through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook: Wale]
Gave niggas handouts, they become a handful
Or maybe Madden and FIFA, that’s why I brag when I see ya
So they can watch me ball
I tell my enemies, I really pray that you don’t fall
I tell my enemies, I really pray that you don’t fall
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Criminal side, …miss Luna
I said thank God
Ball on a nigga, ball on a nigga
I said thank God, we don’t do what we used to do no more!

I may not be some type of street artist
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See honestly, I decieve and to be populized
Thank God
UP, wah, wah-wah, wah Turn me..
Back to back, triple black MayBach, mad room back….

Nigga this style is fantastic, that’s why the young lasses ask for us with such passion
I said thank God
All you’ll ever be good at is roll weed and playing 2K
Sean John threw a bag so ….
Fuck em all little nigga, yah little nigga
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Let’s have a toast, one time can you put the deuce up for the triple black niggas that put forth so much foresight on this forthcoming, fifth album
Thank God
Turn that up a little bit, Dre
[Intro: Wale]

Too much sauce on a nigga, sauce on a nigga
[Chorus: Rotimi]
It’s too late, all you niggas two-faced
[Hook: Wale]
I’m trying to get my daughter five McLaren
So they can watch me ball
I said thank God, we don’t do what we used to do no more!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If my bag ain’t a bag, at least my integrity straight
I tell my enemies, I really pray that you don’t fall
City of light, city of light when the moon out
[Verse 1]
Quiet girl, kiss the baby goodnight and step out and riot again
I said thank God
Thank God
That feminist side come around when
I said thank God, we don’t do what we used to do no more!
I said thank God
I said thank God, we don’t do what we used to do no more!
I tell my enemies, I really pray that you don’t fall
Satan stay with y’all cuz the fear of God too much
What it do? What it do?
[Chorus: Rotimi]
SLP, that may not be out for months
Heavenly God, I pray the squad stay too up

Wale – Running Back (feat. Lil Wayne) (Shine Album)

I be with killers just coming home
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
The money be coming in, the money be coming in

You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These bitches selling their soul
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
I turned that football to a money bag, I’m gone
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin’
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
All of this fog like the weather change

[Hook: Wale]
She do something strange for money, mane
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
That’s a city, two states if you can count
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck
That’s why I get high about every day
These hoes’ll say about anything
Yeah, the DMV on the map
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
They only hope is me and the Quran
These bitches want money stacks
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
That bitch need her money back, Lord
I’m as real as I say, I never lie
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
They only wish is for a new chain
She lie about everything
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
Mula baby!
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
My niggas, we run the city
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
[Verse 1: Wale]
So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back
She say I buy her all kinds of things
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin’ lapped
[Hook: Wale]
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
[Hook: Wale]
We balling, we balling
Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
I get the money stacked, see the moon’s where it’s sunny at
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again

Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you’ve come across
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Well, I want my money back

But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
My niggas, we run the city
‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
Look what them booty shots done to that
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in

For no reason, fuck with me
My niggas, we run the city
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Me? I want a hundred stacks
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
We gon’ ball all season, whole season and post-season
And I move where the realest be
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
We balling, Wale, fuck with me
[Outro: Lil Wayne & (Wale)]
Yeah, I used to play running back
I put her on time out and everything
And we do not play games ’bout money, mane

Sic Ill – Movelist lyrics

Had enough of all
Your sheet! Think, I really have
Your sheet. (Bridge)

What in the hell are we for
(I’ll take that back)
What in the hell, we need more
(You need more?) (Take that back)

I know I have
Your movelist, sheet! Yee! Uh! (Bridge)

What in the hell is this for
(I’ll take that back)
What in the hell, give us more
(Give you more?)
(Take that back)

I think I have
Your movelist, sheet! Let’s get it

What in the hell am I for
(I’ll take that back)
What in the hell, give me more
(Let’s bring that back)

I thought I had
Your movelist, sheet! Thought I really had
Your sheet! (Bridge)
Hey! (Bridge)

Sic Ill – Love Pain lyrics

Love stings
Why it hurt so good
Love stings
It’s a pain

Love stings
It’s as simple as
Love stings it’s a pain
Love stings
It’s as simple as
Love stings
Getting showered with pain
(With Pain)

If you could brave
My soul to take
I’m sure you’de wait
To…send me back up to heaven
(Send me back to heaven)

(Verse 2)
Love pain
It’s so equal too
Love pain
In the rain

Love pain
It’s as simple as
Love stings, it’s a pain
Love pain
It’s as simple as
Love stings
Getting hurt by your sting
(Your sting)

If I could brave
Your soul to take
I’m sure that I’d wait
To…send you back up to heaven
(Send you to heaven)

(Verse 1)

Michael Cavanaugh – Too Smart To Be So Stupid lyrics

Your picture’s on my wall and it’s smiling back at me
It makes me want to forget all the times you’ve been so mean
But I can smell the tires from you peeling out the drive
And I still don’t know how I made you mad this time (I still don’t know)

I’ve got a decent job and a college degree
But I’ve never been enough to meet your needs
So if you think I’m gonna chase you down again
Just check your rear-view mirror cause I won’t be there my friend

Cause I’m too smart to be so stupid over you
With your long blonde hair and those pretty baby blues
And every time you flash that smile, you’re taking me to school
And I’m too smart to be so stupid over you

I’m picking up the phone and I’m dialing up my friends
You know the ones you said I could never see again
I’m gonna let them know that I’ve found my self respect
And then we’ll hit the town cause the chain is off my neck (Yes it is)

Cause I’m too smart to be so stupid over you
With your long blonde hair and those pretty baby blues
And every time you flash that smile, you’re taking me to school
And I’m too smart to be so stupid over you

It’s still a struggle and I don’t know why
It should be easier to say goodbye
But you ain’t gonna keep your hold on me this time

Cause I’m too smart to be so stupid over you
With your long blonde hair and those pretty baby blues
And every time you flash that smile, you’re taking me to school
And I’m too smart to be so stupid over you

So stupid over you

Words and Music by Michael Cavanaugh © 2017

Michael Cavanaugh – Things lyrics

He’s driving in his shiny import
Down the avenue
His bones are shaking in his skin
Cause the payment’s overdue

He’s always dressed in the latest fashion
Rolex on his wrist
He’s coffee’d up and he’s burning out
From another double shift

Are these things worth all we are
Do these things tear us apart
We can pound the pavement
Just to chase the bling
But we trade our lives for things

She’s camping out for the latest gadget
She’s got her place in line
A bigger screen and so much faster
Connected all the time

Facebooking at the family dinner
Writing on the wall
She’ll text the kids from across the table
No one speaks at all

Are these things worth all we are
Do these things tear us apart
We live in the moment
And it’s over in a blink
When we trade our lives for things

And we’re never satisfied
But could we ever change our minds
And could we leave it all behind

Are these things worth all we are
Are these things worth all we are
Are these things worth all we are
Do these things tear us apart

We can pound the pavement
Just to chase the bling
We live in the moment
And it’s over in a blink
It may feel like more is better
But it’s tougher than we think
When we trade, trade our lives for things

Words and Music by Michael Cavanaugh © 2017

Sic Ill – Someone Let Me Out lyrics

Someone let me out
Over the rivers, streams so loud
Getting em wet
Deers shout
So glad, we’re out
In the wilderness
So uncontrollably lonely
In cabins, shaking got bony
Don’t got a slice of baloney
Ow! Someone let me in
Knock on the door, turning spin
Into the bedroom I went
Fresh smelling like peppermint
A hint of mint
After the liquor we bent
Angelic
Feeling your sin
Be in your skin
Feel no wind (Verse)
Someone’s unplugging
Meaning someone’ getting loving
It ain’t that love like your cousin
More like a rooster
Eggs hatch in dozens
I’m hearing bees
In ears buzzing
It ain’t enough we eat public

Ow!

DJ CroG – Burgish Walls lyrics

Friday night has me surroundin’
Seven weeks of clubbin’ darlin’
All alone

Walls and rocks from where we walked
And where we had those simple talks
Reminds me

If you want to have me cryin’
I will always be denyin’
What is true

All these faces, our places
Luxembourgish shallow cases
I blame you

Christopher Rye – Beat-up Car lyrics

There’s a beat-up car
By the side of the road
Where a beat-up man
Will try to take your soul

So lonesome somewhere
With his beat-up heart
Cos he’s a driver
Not a superstar

He don’t know you
He won’t grow you
He won’t show you
Any more than a beat-up car
A beat-up car
A beat-up car

There’s a beat-up man
By the side of the road
With a beat-up plan
To try to take your soul

So lonesome somewhere
With his beat-up heart
Cos he’s a driver
Not a superstar

He don’t know you
He won’t grow you
He won’t show you
Any more than a beat-up car
A beat-up car
A beat-up star.

Christopher Rye – Alive! He Cried lyrics

Alive! he cried

Look at the man
With his umbrella in the rain
How dare he smile? he cried
He said I’m glad I am alive
There’s no reason
No season, man
I guess it’s do or die
Don’t help me please
These burning wings
Aren’t falling from the sky
There’s no reason
No season, man
I know I will survive
Alive! Alive! He knows the show
But no one’s written him a part
How dare he laugh? What’s wrong with him? he cried
He said I’m glad I am alive
There’s no reason
No season, man
I guess it’s do or die
Don’t help me please
These burning wings
Aren’t falling from the sky
There’s no reason
No season, man
I know I will survive
Alive! I guess he knows
That he’s not like one of us
How dare he laugh? What’s wrong with him? Look at the man
Casting shadows in the sun
How dare he smile? What’s wrong with him? he cried What’s wrong with him?