Monthly Archives: December 2017

Conway Twitty – Slow Hand

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

The Offspring – The Kids Aren’t Alright

The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
Chances thrown

Now the neighborhood’s cracked and torn

Hard to see
Shattered dreams
Used to be
Longing for
Fragile lives
Swallow so many lives
Longing for
Jenny had a chance, well she really did
Mark still lives at home cause he’s got no job
Hard to see
Jay committed suicide
Fragile lives
When we were young the future was so bright
Was gonna make it big in every beat
The old neighborhood was so alive
Chances thrown
Nothing’s free
Brandon OD’d and died
shattered dreams
What the hell is going on?
Still it’s hard
And every kid on the whole damn street
The cruellest dream – reality
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Still it’s hard
How can one little street
Nothing’s free

what used to be
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids

Blur – Song 2

Why I need you
Yeah yeah

Well, I lie and I’m easy
Yeah yeah
By a jumbo jet
When I was young
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
When I feel heavy-metal

And I’m pins and I’m needles
No
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you

I got my head down
It’s not my problem
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
It’s not my problem

And I’m pins and I’m needles
It wasn’t easy
All the time but I am never sure
I got my head checked
All the time but I’m never sure
When I feel heavy-metal

Why I need you
Pleased to meet you
Woo-hoo
Well, I lie and I’m easy
But nothing is

Don Q – Trap Phone (feat. Desiigner)

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
We’ve been all through the pain

[Outro: Desiigner]
I put some 6’s in that home
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I got some [?] for loungers
[Chorus: Desiigner]
Can’t have no strangers around us
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I’m way too busy to do it, I pay an accountant to pay my accountant
First in the morning, and in the night faithfully
I know my mom she pray for me
You wasn’t there when we started it
I get in the lab and I turn into a scientist, got ’em thinkin’ ’bout retirement
Yeah
I put some 6’s in that chrome
Don
For the fame
Keep them outsiders away from me
[?]
I put some 6’s in that dome
I got too lazy to count it
Fuck what I overcame
I know these niggas got thoughts of betraying me
Be lookin’ wavy on your block
Nigga, we ain’t under nobody
[Verse 1: Don Q]
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I see the [?] had a vacancy
I put some 6’s in that chrome

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I put some 6’s in that dome
I get your girl give me back bone

I know some niggas that’s never home, but they do dirt and never tell a soul
[Verse 3: Don Q]
And now you gravy on the block

I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
[Chorus: Desiigner]
L.O.D, Highbridge
I put some 6’s in that chrome

Gold Lex and my neck is froze

They watchin’ the ice when I step at the light
Look at my chain it’s astounding
I’m a product of my environment
I just came up on a open lane
And then to 80 on your block
I get some product and flood the environment
I get your girl give me back bone
I’m happy God made a way for me right at the top with the greats where they play for me

Did it all for the fame
I drop a tint when I left the [?]
I put some 6’s in that home
Same
I call my dogs, they veterans
I put some 6’s in that home
They slaughtered my name and they tarnished it
Now you wanna come be a part of it
Aimbot, aimbot, first I whack him, then I whack a cop
Put the suit back on all you niggas
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Look at this shit I’m inspiring, I’m a nigga they admiring
I get your girl give me back bone
He goin’ back to the trap when he left parole
Then put .380’s in your top
It got gold sets and I’m settin’ goals
I give my dog the weapon, then
I’m tyna boss up and start up an agency
We came in Atlantic for partnership
My legacy gon’ be set in stone
I got some hoes out the country and I got a bunch of them flying in
I give my dogs the medicine
[Intro: Don Q]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
Now congratulations and pop champagne
So much shit that we did
Paid 380 for the top
Yeah, yeah!
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone

They say I’m the one who gon’ conquer it
And now it’s navy on the block
And the rain
I put some 6’s in that dome
I’m too impatient for browsing, I want it I’m bringing it straight to the counter
Just hit my dog, they send them in

Jay-Z – Legacy

And niggas like, "Your seed married his seed, married my seed"
My parents ain’t have shit, so that shift started with me
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
[Intro: Blue Ivy Carter]

Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT
[Chorus]
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
Daddy, what’s a will?

Someday I forgive him
Someday we’ll all be free
Generational wealth, that’s the key
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
[Bridge]
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

You run this hard just to stay in place
‘Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do

I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
TIDAL, the champagne, D’USSÉ, I’d like to see
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family
You run this hard just to stay in place
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
[Outro: Donny Hathaway]
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
And I was runnin’ from him, He was givin’ me wisdom
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh
She might put poor kids through school
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
[Verse 2]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
[Interlude]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
She might start an institute
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
He was preachin’ on Sundays, versus how he was livin’ Monday
Whose daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand
It’s a gift and a curse
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
That’s major, just like the Negro League
[Chorus]
We gon’ start a society within a society
That’s called the Red Queen’s Race
Day, someday, someday we’ll all
Keep up the pace
[Verse 1]
Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
That charge of energy set all the Carters back

Keep up the pace, baby
I remember, like, listenin’ to Wu-Tang

See how the universe works?
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech
Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families

Jay-Z – Smile (feat. Gloria Carter)

‘Cause the more I reveal me, the more they ‘fraid of the real me
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Slammin’ Bentley doors like we invented doors
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
All these people was gon’ kill me, heh
Jewelry shoppin’ in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed
So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses
‘Cept try to free you Ahhhh, what did I do?
That blood money I giggle at it, can’t even support my miss’ habit
Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
[Intro: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
That’s why it’s called the projects ’cause it’s exactly that
Y’all knew that was comin’, I had to remind y’all again, huh?
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine
Smile
Smile
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
In every one of y’all televised shows
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
Launderin’ dirty money like the Teamsters, huh
Norman’s Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear
Good morn’ or evening, friends
God sent me to break the chain, I’m the true and livin’
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Smile, you recordin’?
Niggas’ll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Living in the shadow
But you live with the fear of just being me
Don’t matter to me if it’s a him or her
A loss ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson

Oh, these that drugs, heron flow, I spaz on the stove
But life is short, and it’s time to be free

This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
The separation is clear in my rear-view mirror
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Anita Baker’s "You Bring Me Joy" slappin’ out of the toy
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playin’ for high stakes
I mastered my aesthetics
Here’s your friendly announcer
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
Kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then
Dump ’em all in the bayou, uh
Mama had four kids, but she’s a lesbian
Push through the pain so we can see new life
We drinkin’ Cristal and…yeah
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
Now you see the real in the front row
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
That’s life, winners and losers
How niggas can’t relate?
The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free
Put the rest away for Blue"
Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin’
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board

I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
Oh y’all thought I was washed? I’m at the cleaners
Huh, blood diamonds drippin’ with guilt, I still ain’t trippin’
The hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin’
And niggas playin’ for power, huh
Had to pretend so long that she’s a thespian
Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen
No harm for them, no harm for me
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me" now it’s, "Fuck payin’ me, I pay you
Drinkin’ Ace of Spades like it’s codeine now
That’s why it’s a black market, that’s why it’s called the trap

I’m that boy
Living two lives, happy, but not free
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
My therapist said I relapsed
Because that’s what you want them to see
Niggas’ll love you but hate you ’cause they can’t be you
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don’t do all that
Objects is further than they appear
Welcome back Carter, smile
Marie Antoinette, baby, let ’em eat cake
Drug dealers and abusers, America likes me ruthless
Look, you a pedestrian, don’t ever question the security I provided you
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
But my story’s too wide to fit inside the line or two
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Smile
So all the ladies havin’ babies, see a sacrifice
Fear for you, bro, we know the system don’t work
I know you often heard me wax poetic ’bout bein’ back in the Lexus
Super facts
[Outro: Gloria Carter]
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]

Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
Now the whole projects on my jet

In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
Good times never fade away, smile
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Good times never fade away, smile
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
Far as draft picks, my name did not get called

Yet it’s legal in Colorado, yeah, we deny
Flyin’ paper planes through the projects
But trust me, that was nothin’ a nigga up in

Good morn’ or evening, friends
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]

Jay-Z – Marcy Me

Gave birth to my verbal imagination
So maybe I’m the one or maybe I’m crazy
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
[Verse 2]
Thus concludin’ my concerto
I’m from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
E meu tempo…)
I need a trophy just for that
That’s poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
The livest one representin’ BK to the fullest
Came through the bushes smellin’ like roses
Back when Pam was on Martin
Nah Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus?
And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin’
Or better yet here’s a verse from Hamlet
I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
There’s room on the bandwagon, don’t abort
"Lord, we know who we are
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
I’m a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
[Verse 1]
I’ma take this with me to the Moon
I ain’t gonna change, no
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
Must be in the air
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Just the way I’m raised
Cookin’ coke in the kitchen
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y’all
Mike was losin’ to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
You couldn’t change me if you wanted to
Marcy me
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
I ain’t gonna change, no
I ain’t gonna change, no
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Marcy me
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Bastards duckin’ when Hov be buckin’
Fat laces in your shoe, I’m talkin’ bustin’ off the roof
[Intro]

Y’all flirtin’ with death, I be winkin’ through the scope

Shout out to all the murderers turned murals

Marcy me
Yeah, that’s where it all started
When Denzel was blottin’ carpet, I’ll pack a… nine millimeter
Assume a virtue if you have not
Back when Rodman was a Piston
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
Chicken-heads be cluckin’
I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
I know, I know, I know
[Outro: The-Dream]
Yet we know not what we may be"
Oh, can’t walk away, I know, I know
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant

Just the way I am always gonna be
Couldn’t change me if I wanted to

Pressa – Basically

[Pre-Hook]
Got hit with this [torah?]

My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
And they don’t want war, ah
[Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese

These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
[Verse 1]
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
(x2)
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps
This is not technical, just to get technical
My niggas buy cars, ship it
My niggas buy brown, whip it

See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Hook]
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Sold three zips, fishes
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Lil Xan – Wake Up

That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah

I drew the game up

I throw up
Yeah, yeah

What you?

I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
[Intro]:
You know you is a lame hoe
Pink Audies, pink beans
I feel like I’m dead
That bitch is lame bruh
Ay, I fucked the game up
[Bridge]:
I feel like I’m dead
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah
Fucking around (yeah)
I feel like I’m dead
My bitch from over state
[Hook]:
[Hook]:
I throw up
What you mean? Yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, yeah
That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok, that’s ok
What you mean? Yeah
Ay, I wake up
I feel like I’m dead
She gon come down state
[Verse]:
Ay, I wake up
I feel like I’m dead
I throw up
You know I’m next
I feel like I’m dead
Ay (what)
Yeah (yea, yea, yea)
Ay, I wake up

Fuck it, yeah
Yeah What you mean?
Xan up, I’m next
Ay, I wake up
Ay, I wake up
Pretty foreign, bitch clean
I feel like I’m dead

I throw up
Pink roses, pink lean
[Hook]:

Yeah What you mean? What you mean? What you mean?
[Verse]:
Ay, I wake up
In my own lane bruh

We do not play bruh
What you mean?
Ay (ooh)
I feel like I’m dead
I throw up
Fuck it, yeah
I throw up
[Bridge]:
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
Your bitch want-
I throw up
Ay, I wake up
I throw up
I throw up
Your bitch wanna sex
Fuck it, yeah!
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
[?]
I feel like I’m dead
I throw up
I like bean, I like beans, I like lean (he-hey, ooh)
I throw up
Ay, I wake up
I feel like I’m dead
Ay, I wake up
Feel like I’m-
Pink audies, they like beans
Pink roses, pink lean

Manman Savage & Lil Uzi Vert – Big Face

Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah

That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Why you kiss her face, yeah
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
Why you kiss her face, yeah
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced

If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name
Better keep your mouth closed
Goyard on my waist, yeah
[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
Stay up in your lane
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
I’ma do my thing, yeah
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah

Goyard on my waist, yeah

Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
I was on a xan, after that I crashed

Goyard on my waist, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
I was outside all the way from the morning
Goyard on my waist, yeah
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah

R.E.M. – Man On The Moon

Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Here’s a little ghost for the offering
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, baby, are you having fun?
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match

Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Moses went walking with the staff of wood
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
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
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s

Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp
[Chorus]
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?

Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?

See you in heaven if you make the list
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life
[Verse 1]
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
[Verse 2]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Here’s a little agit for the never-believer
Newton got beaned by the apple good
[Chorus]

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
[Chorus]
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling
[Verse 3]

Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Crash Test Dummies – Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Once there was this kid who

But both girl and boy were glad
He couldn’t quite explain it
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Parents made him come directly home right after school
But when he finally came back

Once there was this girl who

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

They saw birthmarks all over her body
‘Cause then there was this boy whose
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
The cars had smashed so hard
Ah
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
‘Cause one kid had it worse than that
He said that it was from when
And when they finally made her
His hair had turned from black into bright white
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
She couldn’t quite explain it
They’d always just been there

Ah
They’d always just gone there
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Ah

And when they went to their church
Wouldn’t go and change with the girls in the change room

They shook and lurched all over the church floor
Ah
Got into an accident and couldn’t come to school

Ugly Kid Joe – Everything About You

I, get sick when I’m around…
I don’t really care about your sister
Every little thing about you!
And I, I, I, hate the countryside too!
A ball hatin
And that’s too bad,
And if you think this thought might bring me down,

And I, I hate the beach and mountains too bu hu

But that don’t change the way I feel about you,

[Chorus]
And I, get sick when I’m around, I, can’t stand to be around,
And I don’t like a thing about the city, no, no
And I, hate everything about you!
I put her on the bed and she didn’t even say maybe
Cause I’m havin
The way it comes, the way it’s gonna go
I, hate everything about you!
Look again cause I aint wearin no frown!
And I, I hate your daddys guts too bu hu
I, can’t stand to be around…
And I, don’t like a thing about your mother,
Some say I got a bad attitude,
Semi-chorus
… everything about you!
I know you know everybody knows
Everything about you,
I, hate the rain and sunny weather,

Everything about you!
Forget the little bitch cause I already kissed her
you! I, hate everything about… Haha…

Cause I, I, I, think sex is overrated too.
You think it’s sad,
One thing that I did to your lady
Everything about you, everything about…
And I, don’t like a thing about your sister, no, no
Everything about you,

Fun Lovin’ Criminals – Scooby Snacks

Ain’t punkin’ the crowd and I’m still standing up straight
"Look, I don’t know anything about any fucking set-up
"Any of you fucking pricks move
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money
Is this some karmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what?
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
Riding around in a stolen police car

So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy
[Hook]

We casted off and along we went
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded
Me and Fast got the gats, we’re out to rob the bank

"Torture you, that’s good, that’s a good idea, I like that one."
Running around robbing banks
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks

Running around robbing banks

Running around robbing banks

All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
They’re at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Fromans’
Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something
[Hook]

"Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!"
"…I am cool."
Running around robbing banks
They gave chase, but my man Steve’s an ace
Running around robbing banks
So out the door we go back to the ride with Steve inside
Now everything’s cool and everything’s smooth
And I don’t give a fuck about the hell’s gate
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is, yeah
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
He said it was time to blow, you know

[Intro]
And I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!"
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we’ll never get far
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
"Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?"
Running around robbing banks

She gives me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink
Off Bermuda to an island resort we rented

That I found cute and I said, "Baby, baby, baby…"
All whacked off of Scooby Snacks
Hey that’s smooth…

By that time Fast tapped me with the 9

And alive, and off we drive
No one gets hurt if they don’t act funny
[Verse 1: Huey Morgan]

You can torture me all you want…"
And we lost those brothers with haste

Red Hot Chili Peppers – Give It Away

Get smart get down with the pow wow
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

His heart is never gonna wither
My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Love is free love me say hell yes
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa

Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Come on everybody time to deliver
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Give it away give it away give it away now
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser
Never been a better time than right now
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Realize I don’t want to be a miser
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver

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 daughter

Keep your more to receive your less

Give it away give it away give it away now
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama

Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue
Greedy little people in a sea of distress

Give it away give it away give it away now
Come and drink it up from my fertility
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me
Give it away give it away give it away now
There’s a river born to be a giver

Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you

Unimpressed by material excess