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Spain Will Welcome Back Tourism This Summer

Source: Spain Will Welcome Back Tourism This Summer The coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic has forced the world into lockdown, but in a matter of months one of the strictest policies throughout quarantine will be lifted. This summer, there’s still hope… Travelers may even be able to visit the ultimate dance music destination, Ibiza, as Spain plans to welcome international tourists back starting in July. […]
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Primavera Sound Has Already Announced Its 2021 Lineup With Tame Impala, The Strokes, Jamie xx & More

Many festivals are only just succumbing to COVID-19 and postponing/cancelling their events in the past few weeks, but Primavera Sound in Spain has already just released a full lineup for 2021 in June. Source: Primavera Sound Has Already Announced Its 2021 Lineup With Tame Impala, The Strokes, Jamie xx & More The festival is one of the largest in the world, on the scale of Creamfields, Coachella, EDC, and others. It’s also one […]
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Pete Seeger – Living In The Country Lyrics

Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone
When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone
When I’m dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I’ve gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast
Please don’t tell them which train I’m on
So they won’t know which route I’ve gone picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California
And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us
It was Afro American people in the south
That worked out this way of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band
The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there’s a 92 year old woman
Who wrote a song, which some of you may know
She plays it, who knows it? (Traditional)
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago
Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago
U.S.A.

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David Keenan – Lawrence Of Arcadia Lyrics

I have just realised my mind has been asleep
My past lives in a mausoleum
I sell postcards of Spain outside the GPO to remind us of sunlight in winter
It’s a thankless job but poetic tendencies just will not pay in my mind
On these scorched streets, I praise the gods, I open my mouth, and see what heaven sends
I am calling all the bards in
To illuminate me now
And if I lean towards the trigger you say
“You can’t kid a kidder, no”
No you can’t kid a kidder, no
I am Lawrence of Arcadia, who exactly are you anyway
You’re looking at the last known bar stool prophet to retire early from the trade
I’m going fishing for pearls of wisdom
I’ll be dancing through the pissing rain
You’re welcome to join me young annoyance for I find you quite amusing all the same
I am calling all the bards in
To illuminate us now
And if I lean towards the trigger you say
“You can’t kid a kidder, no”
No you can’t kid a kidder, no
I must consult Christie who’s selling bin tags from his liberated bicycle of gold
Oh if there is answers to be sought out, sure it’s him that knows all that’s being told
Or the eat your dinners of my shoes barber outside his hungry door
And well I know I’m taking notes but tell me, who it is that’s keeping score
I am calling all the bards in
To illuminate us now
And should my words flow like the river, you say
“Oh he can’t kid a kidder, no”
No you can’t kid a kidder, no
No you can’t kid a kidder, no
No you can’t kid a kidder, no, no
No you can’t kid a kidder, no

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6ix9ine – MAMA lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine & Baka Not Nice]
Uh
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
She got Bs, spend some cheese, now they double Ds
Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
Ho thicker (Thicker, thicker), thicker than a fuckin’ Snicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Man, oh my god
She Instagram famous but she can’t keep a job (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy car (Ooh)
Man, oh my god
Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin’ bra (Mmm)
Man, oh my god
She Uber to a nigga with no car (Car car car)
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True’s got propellers
Gave all my old Margielas, to my boy Marcellas
Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
Oh, Jesus Christ, I don’t need advice
Wild nigga life, tell ’em read my rights
Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice
15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I was out in Spain rockin’ a Medusa head
I ain’t never have to give a rap producer head
If I do though, I’ma write a book like Supahead
This ain’t wonder that I’m making, this that super bread
Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick fast
Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash
Got him cummin’, cummin’, Roger over dispatch
Said my box is the best, he met his match
I got all these bitches wantin’ to be Barbie dolls
Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls
Pull-Pull up in that Barbie ‘Rari, finna bury y’all
She threw dirt on my name ended up at her own burial

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
Ka-Ka-Kanye dress me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, Fif’ is on call
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won’t ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody

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Mick Jenkins – Barcelona Lyrics

[Verse: Mick Jenkins]
Look, straight up and down, I never did the crooked
They offered twenty, I’m worth more, I told my nigga, “book it”
Praise God my position isn’t make or break it
I just wanted to spend the weekend in Spain
I meant it nice, don’t give a fuck about how niggas took it
Awkward stares, like what the fuck you lookin’ at?
And that’s all over the world
I’m no nigga with dreams of bustin’ all over your girl
That’s belittling, bigger schemes, we been scribblin’, notice it’s plural
Dividends tricklin’ three ways due to the penmanship
I do shows in my leisure and all these sinks is residual
Pop out occasional for the sake of relationships
Sanitize after handshakes and treat the weed like it’s Ritalin
Tryna give you a visual
Fuck all this censorship man, niggas too sensitive
If yo comfort ain’t pivoting you ain’t listenin’ right
Granny praying for it, she say we ain’t Christian-ing right!
Even water can’t save mixin’ dark with the light
Corner the art with the business, no beauty mark, but my point is these niggas runnin’ with scissors and headed straight for the plug
Mogul talkin’ business movin’ at the pace of a slug
Left a trail, had to bail, knew his heart wasn’t in it
How you up, banger, then catch Parkinson’s with it? I mean…
*sigh*
Lot of y’all hear that line and gon’ know it well
I be on my show and prove, not much show-and-tell
Then the whole defense about it be so Cole and Powell
*sigh*

[Outro]
I was speedin’, had to slow it down
Off the fertilizer, nigga growin’ now
I mean, enterprisin’, been compartmentalizin’ all my shit
A tornado flew around my room before you came, I straightened it
Right before yo eyes you see my stains, see me basically
Pickin’ up the pieces

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Sheldon Harkick – The Merry Minuet lyrics

There are days in my life
When everything is dreary
I grow pessimistic
Sad and world-weary
But when I am fearful
And tearfully upset
I always sing
This merry little minuet.

They’re rioting in Africa,
They’re starving in Spain.
There’s hurricanes in Florida,
And Texas needs rain

The whole world is festering
With unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans,
The Germans hate the Poles;
Italians hate Yugoslavs,
South Africans hate the Dutch,
And I don’t like anybody very much!

In far away Siberia
They Freeze by the score
An avalanche in Switzerland
Just got fifteen more

But we can be tranquil
And “thankfill” and proud,
For man’s been endowed
With a mushroom-shaped cloud.
And we know for certain
That some lovely day
Someone will set the spark off,
And we will all be blown away!

They’re rioting in Africa,
There’s strife in Iran.
What nature doesn’t do to us
Will be done by our fellow man!

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Frank Ocean – Lost lyrics

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
(Yo we going to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove (huh!)
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong (ain’t nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (ain’t nothing wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I)

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

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Bobby Lee The Crooner – Big Picture lyrics

Hook:
I can see the big picture
And I wanna come with you
Got a friend bring em with you
That busts rhyme that Rah dagga its hot
I was hot a long time ago, some get it fast, I got it slow.
Finesse the game with precision enterprise the movement
Melting pot where I brew it H-Town chop chop screw it.

Verse:
This is H-town in the Summer big tires on a hummer got smoke for the stoners
If she thick I get up on her
V I P in the corner, shopping in the galleria, seen a fly Seniorita
Prospects and margarita’s, there she go.
Got my girl and got my drank, we don’t care what haters thank, sun is shinning
On the candy paint, and we go together like snoop and dank.
Dank I feeling like a star I feeling like a star.
I be paddling steering handle bars. Hollywood to Spain, we stay in our lane.
Pressure com and go we remain the same. Are you the one I can call my best friend. Hold me down, I will share my dividings. When its real, ride it out til the end, til the end.

Hook:
I can see the big picture
And I wanna come with you
Got a friend bring em with you
That busts rhyme that Rah dagga its hot
I was hot a long time ago, some get it fast, I got it slow.
Finesse the game with precision enterprise the movement
Melting pot where I brew it H-Town chop chop screw it.

Verse 2:
I’ll Do it, if you want me to. I do it.
Ok I can see the top down,
Shades on got my lady and a bag.
Trying new things loyalties the hash tag.
Rolling on the interstate,
Making future moves that’s sweeter than a pound cake.

Rap Verse:
I talking bout cake like Rihanna, I grind hard I want every dollar.
Keep a baby bottle like a toddler, whipping foreign cars on Westheimer.
Watch me take off like a Houston rocket, Lanky frankies all up in my pockets.
Top covertable got to drop it, Farrow gummo shades I be styling.
Hello how you doing I’m the hipster, I hope that you can see the bigger picture.
You know that I am lit just like a swisher, and I’m gifted everyday is Christmas.
You know that I coming back, I hope on the beat and run it like a running back.
Get it jumping like jumping jacks.
And I spent fire now you know you not touching that.
I am not your average rapper, plugged in like car adapters.
Give out blessings like a pastor, balling on them like a raptor.

Hook:
I can see the big picture
And I wanna come with you
Got a friend bring em with you
That busts rhyme that Rah dagga its hot
I was hot a long time ago, some get it fast, I got it slow.
Finesse the game with precision enterprise the movement
Melting pot where I brew it H-Town chop chop screw it.

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J. R’Mani – Blvck lyrics

Niggas
Blvck
New York niggas
Blvck
Queens trill niggas
Blvck
Brooklyn niggas
Blvck
Harlem niggas
Blvck
Boogie Bronx, Staten isle
Blvck
Long isle niggas…
Blvck
Ja niggas
Blvck
Kingston niggas
Blvck
Portmore niggas
Blvck
Spain town niggas
Blvck
Mobay, Ochi town
Blvck
May pen niggas…
Blvck…

Real niggas go hard
Harder than erections
I pick yo bitch up nigga
She don’t ask no question…
She about her education
In the back of the lex man
Such a good session
Her bitch niggas stressing…
Mad at me, I hit em up
That choppa giving fuck niggas
And they babymamas c-sections
And anybody
Man bringing their hate
In my direction
I’m bout to bomb on y’all
Like pac’s resurrection…
Fuck…
You outta luck, bout to get fucked
Like a smut, kill that pussy in the cut…
What…
Think it’s a game, Nigga I ain’t sane
I put that K on spray
And watch them bodies fall in this rain…
Cuz nigga I’m death
Coming at your neck, With a teck
Y’all pussies
Watch your motherfuckin step…
Cuz in these streets
Ain’t no sleep
My niggas comin, you niggas runnin
But we gunnin for keeps…
And if my niggas don’t eat
Then we gon reap
We got the heat
Yelling fuck the police…
Man out here nigga
Ain’t no place for the weak
Call the doc up
He’ll tell you raps rough
That it’s a whole other beat…
Buckle up or knuckle up
Stay in your seat or plant your feet
Cuz out here man shit get deep…
Tell em we got no fuckin remorse
Of course
We killing everything
Just to get our name up in the source…

Uh…
Now here we go again
Rebel be the truth in the booth
Nigga run up if you can…
What…
What…
This what we do
Man I’m bout to get loose
Lemme shoot
I’m the mothafuckin man…
Cuz you bitch made niggas
Can’t handle this…
Worldwide mob gangster shit
And all my Rebel gang-stars
In they six and they sevens
Put it on the line for the block
Product of the ghetto lands…

Blvck
New York niggas
Blvck
Queens trill niggas
Blvck
Brooklyn niggas
Blvck
Harlem niggas
Blvck
Boogie Bronx, Staten isle
Blvck
Long isle niggas…
Blvck
Ja niggas
Blvck
Kingston niggas
Blvck
Portmore niggas
Blvck
Spain town niggas
Blvck
Mobay, Ochi town
Blvck
May pen niggas…

Mmm…
Now lemme talk ma clique man…
Yeah them hittas that wear their hearts
On their hips man…
Trill niggas go hard for the grip man…
Getting money still the only thang
On the list man…
I’m out here collecting rent
Man gimme every cent…
Nigga it’s evident
Some of y’all is irrelevant…
Cuz you pussies ain’t fuckin with me
It’s clear to see
Period ma nigga
I’m in my Element…
I go hard
Paying dues and breaking these rules
Which one of you Davids
Tryna step up on Goliath’s shoes…
Still don’t get it
Ma nigga nah I’m illmatic
I ain’t plan it
Killed that motherfuckin nigga
On accident…
Fuck around nigga
Get your whole axels bent…
Life support cut off
Need more oxygen…
Since I gotta explains my metaphors
On a regular
Here’s a 180 with a another accent then…

Man a murderer…
Real headspace burglar…
Fool seh yuh bad, wi neva heard a ya…
Yo Nahlidge
A wah tek da likkle burger ya…

Seh wi bad and dem dun seet
Any bwoy want di thrown affi come fi it…
Cah wi nuh fling stone
Badman no punch teeth…
Gun haffi guh beat
Weh yuh bloodclaat
Lip and yuh tongue meet…
Shot inna yuh face
Brain fly fi pon di grun-crete…
Madda a bawl
Cah sumady haffi come see it…
Gi weh yuh life
And di hawt head dem a come fi it…
Baddest ting alive
And yuh know seh wi run street…

Uh…
Cah man a hawt head
Wi nuh talk nuff…
And some bwoy tuh di 45 fi talk up…
Kill yuh middle day
Wi nuh care if it dark up…
Inna my scheme yuh see fear
Yuh see chalk nuff…
Nobody nuh kno a wah gwan
If yuh ask us…
Wi nuh run batty joke
Skin teeth, wi nuh laugh up…
Inna my camp, wid di 6 pants
Wi doh ramp…
Bwoy haffi dead
Wi nuh response…

Blvck…
All ma niggas
Blvck…
All ma niggas
Blvck…
Blvck…
All ma niggas
Blvck…

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Kerner And Wallace – Greedy Woman Blues lyrics

Let me tell you this story
About the fix i’m in
About an evil Woman
Her heart filled with sin
Says she wants a Cadillac
And a diamond ring
No matter what I give her
There’s always one more thing.

I’m tired of being her gold mine
Tired of being her banker too
Sometimes I wonder baby
Lord just what am I going to do?

She says she wants some jewelry
And a fur coat too
And while i’m at it
How about a house that’s huge?
I said I ain’t made of money baby
What’s a matter with you?
I can settle without this
You Know that it’s true.

I’m tired of being her money tree
Tired of being her sugar daddy too
Sometimes I wonder baby
Lord just what am I going to do?

She says she wants some thoroughbreds
And a trip to Spain
And while you’re at it
Better buy me a plane
She says she ain’t greedy
Just a few things she needs
But let me tell you brother
These ain’t trinkets to me.

I ain’t gonna take it
Gonna knock you to the floor
Don’t bother getting up woman
Cause i’m going out the door.

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Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

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Frank Zappa – A Little Green Rosetta

[Act III]

[after the song ends]
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up…Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job…Joe did, and he’s a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth… And if this doesn’t convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE…then maybe I should turn off my plastic’ megaphone and
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice…

[SCENE EIGHTEEN]
[A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA]

[CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:]
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
Betta
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta

Green rositti
A little green rositti
It’s really, really meaty
A little green rositti
Betta, betta,
(Hey, really out there…really good)
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta, etc….)
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, [etc….])
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
[Etc….]

Good God! You’re really jammin ! Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World… we haven’t forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people…who think that you re outta sight… And for the people in Spain…who think
the French people are where its at… And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation… And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman…
Take eight…)

Green rosetta
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae beat, though… No, it’s still Reggae, but it s all backwards)

A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta [Etc., etc., etc…]

Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. .And a lot of times they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus… Causing the song to sound like this…

A little green rosetta

However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player.
We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away… build your own green rosetta…try this recipe: Well start with a lump of
grass… the grass bone connected to the ankle bone…the knee bone connected to the
wishbone…and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we’ve flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve Gad’s clone to play the out-chorus on this song…lies really outa-site, in spite of
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he’s doing now. I in listening to
the click, yes I’m suffering with the click track right now…this guy is totally out of sync with it,
but what the fuck. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. Okay Vinnie, where
is five?

They’re pretty good musicians
They re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
But it don’t make no difference
If they’re good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this record
Doesn’t give a fuck if there’s good musicians
On it
Because this is a stupid song
AND THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make a muffin betta
With a little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta
[etc., etc., etc….]

AL MALKIN.
Zetta..

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Lil Durk – Nobody Knows

[Hook]
You want me to lose
No I’m not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
I got a story got a movie but nobody know
Believe me I’m real believe I’m trill for real, you should know
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh
Nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh

[Verse 1]
Young nigga I had a curfew
What you don’t know won’t hurt you
You told police I hurt you
Like fuck that bitch who birth you
Y’all had me at my lowest
I love my brothers who snaked me but I don’t wanna show it
Can’t fuck with you I’m honest
Locked in that cell my first son I ain’t get to see him potty
I’m off them drugs when I get mad I say I’m goin’ Scottie
Take off them Gucci’s in the trenches I wear Foamposites
Lawyer fees and bond money, I drop big deposits
I drop big deposits, I like my hoe exotic
My gun get molestic they bound to catch a body
My homie got bodied I keep their mommas happy
My kids they goin’ to college, I sold dope in Giuseppe’s
Allah come help me (mhm), I’m healthy (mhm), I’m wealthy (mhm)
Drink filthy
Niggas, don’t get it
Niggas, ain’t with it
Bitches want attention, I told ’em they can’t get it

[Hook]
You want me to lose
No I’m not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
I got a story got a movie but nobody know
Believe me I’m real believe I’m trill for real, you should know
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh
Nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh

[Verse 2]
They ain’t love you like I love you
You told me you ain’t trust ’em
And you only believe in me told you they say fuck you
Look what they did to the muscle, best believe these niggas gon’ touch you
Give the pussy up for free how you know I’ma tussle
You my brother for life
Man that shit don’t sit right with me
Niggas say they gon’ ride with me
When you died I was on yo’ side
Momma, I need you
Your son, he needs you
Your son is evil, they think they equal
These niggas don’t get it
Gotta ride around my city
Can’t let them get me, ridin’ around with my .50
30 percs got me dizzy
Got my gun and got one on top
Keep niggas in my business, ain’t no rules in the trenches

[Bridge: ASAP]
All that just be annoyin’ folk
If you can’t be, ay if you can’t be yourself folk, make your own decisions folk I’m cool

[Hook]
You want me to lose
No I’m not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
I got a story got a movie but nobody know
Believe me I’m real believe I’m trill for real, you should know
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh
Nobody knows
Ooh ooh ooh

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King Blues – We Are Fucking Angry Lyrics

KING BLUES
We Are Fucking Angry Lyrics

Just a glimpse of the future we’re buying
Behind them hands are you laughing or crying?
You fall apart when we ain’t complying
And we ain’t gonna take this no more
In the fog vampire blood suckers
Fight them off by flinging nunchuckas
You can’t stop us, up for the ruckus
And we ain’t gonna take this no more

Cut the bankers, cut the MP’s
Cut the rich and the riot police
Cut the state and cut the war
But they cut the poor

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

Hang the judge and kill the jury
Come alive and use your fury
The future will write the history
And we ain’t gonna take this no more
Vote of faith and we get what we ask for
This is class war, this is class war
It’s what we wear our hoods and our masks for
And we ain’t gonna take this no more

Cut the bankers, cut the MP’s
Cut the rich and the riot police
Cut the state and cut the war
But they cut the poor

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

If you cover your ears when we vote or come in peace
Then you give us no choice but to tear down these streets
Students, workers and unemployed unite and rise out of the slum
France, Spain, Greece we’re joining you finally our time has come

We are fighting back and we are f**king angry

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Il2lu Lyrics – James Reid

Listen to me
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Oh listen to me and just let me speak my mind (Ooh, girl)
Baby, I’m so into you (So into you)
You see right through me but I can’t get past your eyes (Ooh, girl)
Oh I don’t know what to do (How’d you do it?)
What you’ve done to me is crazy but I like it (What you’ve done to me)
Oh, I like it (What you’ve done to me)
Ooh, girl
Oh when you do it, I lose it
Your love’s on fire, that’s why
(Your love is lit, baby)

Ooh, I like what you’ve done to me
I’m right where I wanna be
With you here in front of me
Ooh, I never felt so alive
You are my paradise
You never know how much I
I love to love you

I love to love you, I love to love you
I love to love you, I love to love you
I love to love you, I love to love you
I love to love you

I know you love me the same way
I know you’ve been saying my name
Why don’t we jump on the next plane?
I won’t tell them we went to Spain
And I don’t care where we go, oh oh na na
As long as you know
Oh listen to me and just let me blow your mind
Ooh ooh ooh, ahh ahh ahh

Ooh, I like what you’ve done to me
I’m right where I wanna be
With you here in front of me
Ooh, I never felt so alive
You are my paradise
You never know how much I
I love to love you

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Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse]
I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate

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Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

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Better on me – Pitbull feat. Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Pitbull – Better on me

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Got a room with a mirror on the roof
Down in the keys keys keys
And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer
To New Year’s Eve with Snoop and Latifah
I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro versuri-lyrics.info
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me.

It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me.

Better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
You look better on meee
Better on meee
Better on meee
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on meee.
Pitbull lyrics
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Nasty C – Check (feat. Erick Rush) (Bad Hair Extensions Album)

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I’m jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I’m working for Jigga
My life ain’t been the same since the season
Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
And I owe it to no nigga
My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song was Get Going, now I’m a go-getter
Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now, well this summer i’d get me killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I’m known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a ‘having loser’ written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it’s imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I’m connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 2: Erick Rush]
Look, I burst around
And make you break your fuckin’ neck
Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque
Ask the people who got it, they’ll tell you straight up to them necks
You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
Whoa, congratulations you could’ve been half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean… I been Magic since when they still had McGrady
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
Now when they debating about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on sports, I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles
I’m that one cousin up to what niggas done no
Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno
I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs
Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring
When I’d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always ask about my plans
I’m ’bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes
But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him…

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque

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YoungRichChris – Digits lyrics

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But Aye aye aye aye i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 1]
Yeah,I keep them digits
I’m counting all of my chickens
I got theses hoes switchin’
And they washin my dishes
The loud got me trippin’
I’m Shootin’ up theses niggas like I’m Scottie Pippin yeah like Scottie
Pippin
Niggas tryin be in the wave
Yo bitch is my slave
She goin DatWay
I’ve been trappin all day
Niggas watch what they say
Got the money and the K
Theses Lil niggas playing games
Theses Lil niggas go insane
Fake niggas tellin stories
Talk about getting brain
Talk about getting brain
Yeah, Talk about gettin’ brain
I Knew this dude he was Spanish I mean he from Spain
He was on that purple rain
He been to bando
Niggas played him like a piano
He played them back like Nintendo
They asked what was his name and it was Fernando
I heard he been to Orlando
I know a dude named Orlando
Ight let just trap to bando

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 2-YRC]
Ooh,I feel Like Yatchy
I’m fuckin’ on theses thotties
Niggas gettin’ missin, they loses bodies
Ooh I’m whippin in my fucking Audi
I know Christmas passed but I want a bitch who is naughty
Not a bitch who is snotty
Yeah I want her to be bad & boujee I drop a 50 in some fucking blue chesse
I pipe it up and get it missin
I got bitches kissin
And they keep on switchin
My a-Game on twitch
Got so much money I might be rich
Theses fake niggas talkin’ shit
I got vans on my feet
Niggas trappin to beat
Man fuck a seat belt
Watch the fuckin seat melt
I ain’t no Christian but I pray before eat
I keep the key to the street
I keep the key to the street
Yeah,I keep the key to the street
I got the key to the street
Wait, i keep the key to the street?

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man, free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

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PnB Rock – Range Rover (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these cups, all these bottles
All these drugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know he a lame
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super lit, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they’ll take your life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, now I could buy any whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunna

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

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Looking Glass Band – Brandy

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

"Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

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PnB Rock – Range Rover Lyrics

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these hooks, all these bottles
All these jugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know your lane
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super late, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they ain’t taking life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, I could buy a new whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunter

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober