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Future, Drake & Young Thug – D4l Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(808 my crew)
(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
FBG, YSL, know just what’s   brackin’,   yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Told   my story, gotta clear it by   your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What’s hannenin’?)
You go outside, you better back it (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Drake]
Go to Palm Springs for a daytrip
Freeband, October’s Own, it’s the same shit
Shawty keep on knockin’ back the shots, better pace this
Woah, woah, bank knows presidential faces
Woah, woah, Bankhead, started seein’ spaceships, woah
We just started f*ckin’, she impatient
Now she want a butt lift, now she want some LASIK
Just to see the bag clearer, that way she can chase it
Ayy, ayy
I remember grade six, I was up in Payless tryna get some Asics
Now I’m Nike’d down in a motherf*ckin’ snake pit
Now I’m type of nigga give it out and I don’t take shit (808 my crew)
[Verse 3: Future & Young Thug]
I been in the cut for thirteen thousand months
(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
All that brr, you gon’ think we from Saudi Arabia
Money counter brr (Yeah), ayy
My trap comin’ up the street, brr (Let’s go)
I ran a check up on my feet (Run it up)
Bentley talk, Bentley talk, brr (Bentley)
Go ask your mama, I’m a boss, brr (Boss)
I got oil, I’m your daddy, brr (Daddy)
I bought her a ‘Rari (Swerve, skrrt), brr (‘Rari, yeah)
I eat calamari (Brr, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma let her park me
[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
FBG, YSL, know just what’s brackin’, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah)
FBG, YSL, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What’s hannenin’?)
You go outside, you better back it
[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Oh, my right wrist a Ferrari (Skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign breed, American, she call me papi (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Vroom, vroom, Hellcat, give it to the goons (Vroom)
On that Earl Manigault, shootin’ it out the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was lil’
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (Sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed up (Vacuum seal, what?)
Vacuum sealed up
[Chorus: Young Thug & Drake]
FBG, YSL, know just what’s brackin’, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
FBG, OVO, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Louis Vuitton bandana, bro, what hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
YSL bandana, man, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Richard Mille, all year, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What’s hannenin’?)
You go outside, you better back it (What’s hannenin’?)
D4L, Stunna Man, man, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
D4L, Stunna Man, say what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
D4L, Stunna Man, say what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Louis Vuitton bandana, bro, what hannenin’?

Lil’ Baby & 42 Dugg – We Paid Lyrics

Slut, bye (f*ck on)
Nothin’ on me from Saks, everything Revive
Old nigga tellin’ on bro, should’ve died
No, he ain’t kill ’em, dawg, he ain’t even try
Still’ll bet my last from dice in the hood
Take who chain? You buy twenty, I’ll front what you buy
I put on drip, I believe I can I fly
Niggas know that I’m rich, but they know not to try
I had a show in Detroit and I stopped at Revive
And spent fifty on all the guys
All of these hoes in these stores make commission
And plus I’ma tip ’em, they holdin’ my size
Get in your car and just put on your flashers
And follow the hearse since you say you gon’ ride
‘Cause somebody gon’ die if they f*ck with us
Turn a five to a dime, that’s a double up
f*ck around, walk through church with my double cup
This shit a habit, I’m prayin’ I give it up
Tiger stay with the wood, make ’em give it up
Know I ran through a mil’ every week off of weed
Bro beat the trap, I can get me some sleep
Got a backend to pick up, I won’t even leave
Run it up, f*ck around, give the ‘Vette to DT
Keep a hotboy with me, I got love for BG
Chasin’ this paper since twelve or thirteen
Runnin’ ’round in these streets, it was me and Marquise
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Lil Baby]
First turnt nigga from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, ’bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that’s period
I got your BM wan’ put on Amiris
First young nigga in the A2 Lam’
Run up fourteen mil’, started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn’t play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L’s, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don’t call what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin’ in the Benz
Young turnt nigga from the D to the A
I’m rockin’ with the Lions, yeah, I’m rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
First turnt nigga from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, ’bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that’s period
I got your BM wan’ put on Amiris
First young nigga in the A2 Lam’
Run up fourteen mil’, started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn’t play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L’s, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don’t call what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin’ in the Benz
Young turnt nigga from the D to the A
I’m rockin’ with the Lions, yeah, I’m rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid (Yeah) Nah bitch, not Dugg’s
Probably in somethin’ fast with a Glock in the hood
Courtside tickets, spillin’ Wock’ on the wood
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Lil Baby]
First turnt nigga from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, ’bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that’s period
I got your BM wan’ put on Amiris
First young nigga in the A2 Lam’
Run up fourteen mil’, started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn’t play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L’s, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don’t call what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin’ in the Benz
Young turnt nigga from the D to the A
I’m rockin’ with the Lions, yeah, I’m rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I’ma turn it up a lil’ more this time
Used to dream about gettin’ it, now I got it, I don’t drive
I had a spot like a varsity, what did you have? [Intro: 42 Dugg]
Can’t be f*cked with
Ayy, 4 Pockets, huh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
‘Fore I   go   broke like Joc
f*ck   with that dog like Vick (Roof)
Not   that rock, that pit’
How many down to my sock
Can’t hold my Glock, reason I don’t really like that shit (Nigga, I don’t)
Young turnt nigga, can’t wife no bitch (At all)
Excuse my French, don’t like no bitch (Nope)
Limo tinted, all five of my cars, yeah, I had it hard
Seen my bitch broke bad, I ain’t had a heart
Skrrt, yeah, that’s us
Two-tone AP, yeah, I’m bust
Got the head from her, I ain’t even wanna f*ck (f*ck her)
Why?

Dikdakkers – Rio Lyrics

Rio De Janeiro
Niemand houd ons nog tegen
Niets brengt ons nog van de reis
We zijn onderweg naar Rio
Want daar is het paradijs
Een land vol met mooie mensen
En voetbal, het strand, de zee
‘t is altijd feest in Rio
Wie gaat er met ons mee
Oh Copacabana nanananana
Laat de zomer nu maar komen
Kom en dans de Samba oe-la-la
Met het meisje van je dromen
Oh Copacabana nanananana
Laat de zomer nu maar komen
Kom en dans de Samba oe-la-la
Met het meisje van je dromen
Rio de Janeiro
Rio
Land van zon, samba en wijn
Rio de Janeiro
Rio
Ik wil daar zijn
Wie houd er van het leven
Wie houd er van de zonneschijn
Kom maar mee naar Rio
De stad waar me moeten zijn
Sjansen met iedereen
Dansen tot in de morgen
Daar is geen tijd voor zorgen
Je bent er nooit alleen
Oh Copacabana nanananana
Laat de zomer nu maar komen
Kom en dans de Samba oe-la-la
Met het meisje van je dromen
Oh Copacabana nanananana
Laat de zomer nu maar komen
Kom en dans de Samba oe-la-la
Met het meisje van je dromen
Rio de Janeiro
Rio
Land van zon, samba en wijn
Rio de Janeiro
Rio
Ik wil daar zijn
Rio de Janeiro
Rio de Janeiro
Rio
Land van zon, samba en wijn
Rio de Janeiro
Rio
Ik wil daar zijn
Ja daar zijn
Ik wil daar zijn
Ja daar zijn

John Waite – If You Ever Get Lonely Lyrics

If you ever get lonely if you miss me
If you need someone truly
Even if it’s only the sound of someone’s voice who loves you
That you need to hear you know where to find me
If you ever get lonely. Thanks for calling it’s so good to hear your voice
You keep breaking it only again in noise
But I keep listening ’cause I never had a choice
When it came to you. But if you ever get lonely if you miss me
If you need someone truly
Even if it’s only the sound of someone’s voice who loves you
That you need to hear you know where to find me
If you ever get lonely lonely
If you ever get lonely. I’d love to see you
If you ever out this way
You sound happy guess things are working out Okay
And I’m getting better put in efforts in front of the other. Will you ever really listening will you ever really be there? And I know that California is not to blame
And I know there’re millions of people in L.A. But if you ever get lonely if you miss me
If you need someone truly
Even if it’s only the sound of someone’s voice who loves you
That you need to hear you know where to find me
If you ever get lonely lonely oh yeah. Sounds like a good time going down at the other end
You got a new life and a new love
And home new of friends
And I am listening to you expect me to pretend
That I don’t love you I don’t love you.

Tachenko – Dame Una Pista Lyrics

Para estropear tanta calidad
Solo necesitas tiempo, tiempo
Te lo explicaré con imágenes
De momento todo el mundo al suelo
Si no sabes lo que quiero
Te hago una lista
Lo primero es lo primero
Dame un pista, dame una pista, dame una pista
Cómo no te voy a avisar
De que he estado fuera de mí
Sin táctica, sin práctica
Sin truco en el sombrero
Esto sigue siendo ilegal
Por mucho que bailes así
No hay vuelta atrás, no hay vuelta atrás
Detrás de mí no hay héroes
Fuego general, luces de hospital
Cuando quieren darnos miedo, miedo
Jurarás que no, te arrepentirás
Casi todo lo que digo es cierto
Y aunque pienses que no existo
Te hago una lista
Porque todo está previsto
Dame una pista, dame una pista, dame una pista
Cómo no te voy a avisar
De que he estado fuera de mí
Sin táctica, sin práctica
Sin truco en el sombrero
Esto sigue siendo ilegal
Por mucho que bailes así
No hay vuelta atrás, no hay vuelta atrás
Detrás de mí no hay héroes
Si no sabes lo que quiero
Te hago una lista
Lo primero es lo primero
Dame una pista, dame una pista, dame una pista
Cómo no te voy a avisar
De que he estado fuera de mí
Sin táctica, sin práctica
Sin truco en el sombrero
Esto sigue siendo ilegal
Por mucho que bailes así
No hay vuelta atrás, no hay vuelta atrás
Detrás de mí no hay héroes
Esto sigue siendo ilegal
(esto sigue siendo ilegal)
Siendo ilegal
Esto sigue siendo ilegal
(esto sigue siendo ilegal)
Siendo ilegal, siendo ilegal

Alda Celia – Rei Consolador Lyrics

“Jesus, é só dizer teu nome pra te adorar
Jesus, é só dizer teu nome pra te exaltar
Rei dos reis
Jesus, é só erguer as mãos e te magnificar
Erguer um trono com a minha adoração
Cordeiro vencedor
Te adorarei, Senhor Jesus
Meu rei consolador
Consagro a ti o meu coração
E tudo o que sou”

Red Molly – Yellow House Lyrics

This little yellow house has too many rooms Too many rooms, too many rooms This little yellow house has too many rooms And I sit all alone and cry I had me a good man, lord I let him go He went back to St Paul and I let him go I had me a good man, lord I let him go Now I sit all alone and cry And my sister’s baby boy has learned to say my name Learned to say my name, he’s learned to say my name My sister’s baby boy has learned to say my name And I sit all alone and cry And the sands in the hourglass gather down below Gather below, they gather below The sands in the hourglass gather down below And I sit all alone and cry In this little yellow house with too many rooms Too many, too many, too many rooms This little yellow house has too many rooms And I sit all alone and cry Yes I sit all alone and cry

Tee Grizzley – I Spy Lyrics

(Ain’t shit sweet, bitch?)
I spy with my little eye (What?)
Thirty racks on me as we speakin’, I’m so fly (Facts)
Private jet whenever the f*ck I want, mom, I can fly (Yeah)
But them prices way too high, so I’m on Delta with my guys (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Don’t like hoes, I like bitches, get these hoes out (Get the f*ck out)
Don’t like hoes, I like bitches, put these hoes out (Bye)
I’m in the hot tub (For what?), get some could mouth
Kings Garden, THC shit got me zoned out
Woah, got me zoned out
[?], got me zoned out
Right here, got me zoned out
Let me get it together
Run that dope, nigga (Dope, nigga), on these broke niggas (Broke niggas)
On these joke niggas (On these joke niggas), on these ho niggas (On these ho niggas)
You a freak bitch (You a freak bitch), you a weak bitch (You a weak bitch)
You a cheap bitch (You a cheap bitch), ain’t shit sweet, bitch? (Ain’t shit sweet, bitch?)
Ayy, ayy
I spy with my little eye (What?)
Thirty racks on me as we speakin’, I’m so fly (Thirty)
Private jet whenever the f*ck I want, mom, I can fly (Yeah)
But them prices way too high, so I’m on Delta with my guys (Gang)
And some hoes too (And some hoes), and some poles too (And some pole)
We got that low too (Got that low), better do what I told you (Bitch)
Tell the truth everytime I get on ProTools, nigga
Gang Ten Louis slippers like I been playin’ in the sandbox
Rest in peace my babies, damn, I wish my boys could see me now
Big Grizzley chain on my neck, pointers beatin’ out
You ain’t tryna deepthroat, what you speakin’ for? It’s a movie in this bitch, I got that Uzi in this bitch
You know I’m truely with the shits, nigga
Ayy, long black [?], I call it big nigga (Big boy)
Take a rapper his CD back, I can’t get jiggy (What a sucker)
They gon’ think I’m beatin’ you up, look, baby, stop screamin’ (Stop screamin’)
I just blew two-hundred K, I could’ve dropped Demon (Skrrt)
Dropped my first song years ago, it’s stil ain’t stop streamin’ ("First Day Out")
Tell them niggas "Stop talkin’" ‘fore they stop breathin’
You see everybody starin’ when I pass (Why?), that’s ’cause I’m in the Lamb’ (Skrrt)
Two K for some pants, ayy, chopper with the stance (Boom)
Do you still got the money? You tweakin’, thot
I can’t take no shower with my bitch, the water be too hot
I spy with my little eye (What?)
Thirty racks on me as we speakin’, I’m so fly (Facts)
Private jet whenever the f*ck I want, mom, I can fly (Yeah)
But them prices way too high, so I’m on Delta with my guys (Gang)
Only thing I hate about them airports is the lines
And them dirty ass dogs f*ckin’ up my dripper [?] (Them mutts)
They gon’ give me TSA ’cause I done did some time
Why y’all treatin’ me like Saddam, f*ck, y’all think I got a bomb? f*ck what you done have (Boy)
Livin’ in the mansion, niggas livin’ in the past
Turned a penthouse in Hollywood to a trap-spot
Big MAC, no laptops, white diamonds, black Glocks
Dick suckin’ ass, nigga, f*ck is you a mascot? (I ain’t got no bomb)
Did a European tour, but I ain’t see a stage (No)
Bro said I gotta start puttin’ that shit on my page (Why?)
I say you gotta take it in, nigga, put your phone down
Just don’t put that chrome down, they want our brains blown out (Boaw, boaw)
And you know that that shit ain’t gon’ happen (No)
Can’t fall off, true balance (No)
My one AP, two Pateks (Yeah)
You can’t hold me, I’m too savage
Got a girlfriend at twelve, granny told me I’m too menace
Ayy, snuck her in the basement, f*cked that lil’ bitch on the palate
Run that dope, nigga (Dope, nigga), on these broke niggas (Broke niggas)
On these joke niggas (On these joke niggas), on these ho niggas (On these ho niggas)
You a freak bitch (You a freak bitch), you a weak bitch (You a weak bitch)
You a cheap bitch (You a cheap bitch), ain’t shit sweet, bitch?

Kota The Friend – B.q.e Lyrics (feat. Bas & Joey Bada$$)

[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Self-made, no flex, ooh
Self paid, no debt, ooh
We ain’t takin’ no bets, lot of y’all   full   of regrets
Pay me   and give me respect
Y’all playin’ easy   to get, I’m playin’ Russian Roulette
Y’all sellin’ out for the   check
We   holdin’   out for the   kids
Free black and   don’t flip
Gold rope the whole crib, low bread, the whole loaf
Go hard or go home, go home and don’t trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runnin’ from 12, live and you learn
Now we just flip ’em the bird
Poppy you give me the word
Copy you heard, I step on the Myrtle I’m on the wave now
Bet you got nothin’ to say now
You better get out the way and better get comfortable catchin’ this fade now
Stay in your lane, either you get on the train or watch on the wave
There ain’t no stoppin’ the play
Hoppin’ up out of the flames
[?] island today
Get your peace up on the board
Bought a crib by the lake
Still pull up in the fort, real comin’ for the fake
Showin’ love through the hate
Still tryna end a war, momma said I need a break
Maybe when I’m in the Forbes, generation’s on the board
Generations in the bank, ayy
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Joey Bada$$]
Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train? Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E (It’s Bassy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
[Verse 3: Bas]
For every day I made dollars, I made dollars
‘Cause my Burroughs, he gave knowledge
How the city move, y’all better pay homage
I don’t pity you niggas that make comments to create drama
You gon’ find them tryna go viral
Judge, jury, execution, no trial
I was sinkin’ deep sleep, watching bitches creep
Streets make it hoes so vile
I’m from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile
And the whole time you be thinkin’, “Damn, that bitch so fine,”
“Oh, my,” she not
Born in a ditch and you die in a box
But I’m on a mission, a man of ambition
My latest addition, retire my Pops
So anyone threatenin’, I’m firin’ shots
[Chorus: Kota the Friend]
Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train? Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
Ayy, ayy, yuh (Badmon)
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I pull up, I skrrt (skrrt)
Drop top and I’m wearin’ no shirt
She know I’m a flirt (Flirt)
One hand on the wheel another hand up her skirt
She know I’m a mur
I’m on the 2-7, then back to the turf
I be the old school like I’m servin them work
When I’m local, I be goin’ bezerk
Hit up old fools might back up the club for the f*ck of it
Talkin’ my [?] she be lovin’ it
Start to build hoods and you know I be tuggin’ it
None of my niggas can f*ck with the government
They just be thuggin’ it, I just be playin’ it smart
I don’t be judgin’, I’m playin’ my part
Show the fake love and then play with your heart
Gotta learn to just play with the cards dealt
These niggas too hard on their-self
Niggas too hard to offer them help
I don’t work too hard for all this wealth
For the first two bars for how all of it felt
Ayy, still in the field like inner field
Or M-O-B play centerfield
Rain on the day just take the wheel
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Bas]
Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train?

Seventh Day Slumber – Man Down Lyrics

I’m falling to my knees
God can you take this from me? Man down, we got a man down
Crying for help but I can’t make a sound
Trapped inside
My own mind
Man down, we got a man down
Crying for help but I can’t make a sound
Trapped inside
My own mind
I’m losing control of all my emotions
Is there a cure for these wounds that I’ve opened? (No, no…
Wake up. I’m bleeding out
We’ve got a man down
Why can’t I wash away,
The scars of yesterday? I’m bleeding out
We’ve got a man down
We’ve got a man down
(He’s still down. Wake up. Still down.) I’m bleeding out
We’ve got a man down
In the aftermath I watch the hour glass
Counting down till my senses start to fade
Running terrified through a house of lies
Every room full of thoughts I can’t escape
The cycle plays again, I can’t let it win
I’ve come too far just to throw it all away
Hanging on for one more day
Man down, we’ve got a man down
Crying for help but I can’t make a sound
Trapped inside
My own mind
I’m losing control of all my emotions
Is there a cure for these wounds that I’ve opened? Man down, we’ve got a man down
Crying for help but I can’t make a sound
Trapped inside
My own mind
I’m losing control of all my emotions
Is there a cure for these wounds that I’ve opened? It’s just a dream.)
I can hear the screams deep inside of me
Like a siren piercing through my brain
Your insanity is my reality
Crawling out of this nightmare every day
I go back to these haunted memories
In the trenches, each moment I’m awake
How long until I break?

Hugh Coltman – Isolation Lyrics

When I think of how
I’ve tried to get you out of the chaos behind your eyes
Oh I, oh I
[Refrain]
Isolation I just cannot get through
I don’t know what else to do
Isolation, after everything I’ve tried
Could it be it’s time to say goodbye? Are you so scared of night and the voice of this town? Paroles de la chanson Isolation :
Oh I have been thinking
All night watched you sleeping
‘Cause I couldn’t keep my eyes closed
We’ve tried ’cause we had to
Told lies like they were true
But ties they are frayed and won’t hold
Look into my face my eyes are red
And the ashtray’s been up all night, all night
[Refrain]
Oh Isolation I just cannot get through
I don’t know what else to do
Isolation, I’m not the one to kiss and tell
Could it be it’s time to say farewell
It’s alright to let go and take flight
When you know that a sigh takes the place of a shout
Oh why are these windows shut tight? Goodbye
Oh it was not so long ago
When I thought I knew your mind
Now your hands are shaking
And your eyes won’t even meet mine
Oh I, oh I
[Refrain]

John Waite – Skyward Lyrics

It’s a revolution of a brand new day
I couldn’t feel better if it just got paid
I sing a song, got my caffeine on
And everything’s alright
And I feel like I’m floating
Three feet up the sidewalk
With these converse wings
Feel is in full swing
And I feel like celebrating
Your love’s got me heaven bound
And the shooting stars can’t hit the ground
‘Cause I’m moving skyward
Getting higher
And like an angel in the atmosphere
I’m digging the music from way up here
I’m getting skyward, feeling lighter
I’m shaken off this ordinary world
And I’m moving skyward
Hey everybody, look at me
And I’m not even trying
No strings, no hands, no light
It’s gravity that I’m defying
Your love makes a better day
And it’s almost like I can levitate
‘Cause I’m moving skyward
Getting higher
Like an angel in the atmosphere
And I’m digging the skyline from way up here
I’m getting skyward, feeling lighter
I’m shaken off this ordinary world
And I’m moving skyward
And every day is a holiday
A happy ending every night and day
And I don’t care if it’s so cliche
It’s what you do to me, baby
It’s what you do to me, baby, yeah
And I feel like I’m floating
Three feet up the sidewalk
In these converse wings
Feel is in full swing
And I feel like celebrating
I feel like celebrating, yeah
Skyward
Getting higher
And like an angel in the atmosphere
And I’m digging the music from way up here
I’m moving skyward, feeling lighter
Skyward, yeah, yeah
Skyward
Skyward, skyward, skyward

Tachenko – El Coche Real Lyrics

El coche real nos lleva a mejor puerto, un puerto mejor …
Aquí hay gran nivel, no pienso apostar fuerte al precio que estoy
El coche real nos lleva a mejor puerto, un puerto mejor …
Aquí hay gran nivel, no pienso apostar fuerte al precio que estoy
Y todo el día en la estación central
Y todo el día en la parte continental
Y todo el día en la “experiencia Aimar”
Ni toda la noche ni todo da igual
Abajo el telón, si hablas por los codos viajo peor
Y un susto mayor, espera en la cuneta un susto mayor
Y ahora la realidad me quiere como soy
No puedo simular más preocupación
Estoy muy bien, estoy muy bien …
Y estrellas potentes me quieren hacer estatua
Sin saber que me puedo escapar
Que sólo un nombre me hace temblar
Y ni princesas ni idiotas quieren dejarme escapar
Sólo sus nombres me hacen temblar …
El juego infantil se acaba, da la vuelta y miro el reloj
Y miro el reloj, no llego a mejor puerto, un puerto mejor …
Y ahora la realidad me quiere como soy
No puedo simular más preocupación
Estoy muy bien, me faltas tú …
El juego infantil se acaba, da la vuelta y miro el reloj …

Alda Celia – Hineh Ni Adonai Lyrics

A quem enviarei? Se o teu coração pulsa tão forte, ó Senhor
Pelas almas que se vão;
Como ovelhas sem pastor
Usa-me como um canal do teu imenso amor” “Eu vi o meu Senhor
Sobre um alto e sublime trono
Cercado pelos serafins
Ao som da sua voz, prostrado eu me lancei
Quem há de ir por nós? Como posso me ausentar? Hinêh ni adonai (2x)
Eis me aqui, Senhor, envia-me
Meus lábios vem tocar com brasas do altar
Pra proclamar teu reino e frutificar
Hinêh ni adonai, hinêh ni adonai
Como posso me calar?

Kodaline – Saving Grace Lyrics

When you’re out in the open
And you’re tired of hoping
I’ll be there in a moment
I’ll be by your side
When you’re scared and you’re lonely
When there’s no one to hold you
I just want you to know that
I’ll be by your side
You keep me strong when I can’t carry on
When you lose your feet, fall down to your knees and your heart’s about to break
I will be your saving grace
When your eyes can’t see, take my eyes from me
When you’re lost and losing faith
I will be your saving grace
Be my, be my, be my saving grace
Won’t you be my, be my, be my saving grace
When my heart’s getting older
And my body is breaking down
In my head yeah I know that I’ll be by your side
I don’t know about the future
No one knows what the future holds
All I know is I know that I’m giving you my life
You keep me strong when I can’t carry on
When you lose your feet, fall down to your knees and your heart’s about to break
I will be your saving grace
When your eyes can’t see, take my eyes from me
When you’re lost and losing faith
I will be your saving grace
You keep me strong when I can’t carry on
When you lose your feet, fall down to your knees and your heart’s about to break
I will be your saving grace
When your eyes can’t see, take my eyes from me
When you’re lost and losing faith
I will be your saving grace
Be my, be my, be my saving grace
Won’t you be my, be my, be my saving grace

Machine Gun Kelly – Bloody Valentine Lyrics

The simulation just went bad
But you’re the best I ever had
Like handprints in wet cement
She touched me, it’s permanent
In my head, in my head
I couldn’t hear anything you said but
In my head, in my head
I’m calling you girlfriend, what the f*ck
I don’t do fake love but I’ll take some from you tonight
I know I’ve got to go but I might just miss the flight
I can’t stay forever, let’s play pretend
And treat this night like it’ll happen again
You’ll be my bloody valentine tonight
I’m overstimulated and I’m sad
I don’t expect you to understand
It’s nothing less than true romance
Or am I just making a mess
In my head, in my head
I’m lying naked with you yeah
In my head, in my head
I’m ready to die holding your hand
I don’t do fake love but I’ll take some from you tonight (Take some from you tonight)
I know I’ve got to go but I might just miss the flight
I can’t stay forever, let’s play pretend
And treat this night like it’ll happen again
You’ll be my bloody valentine tonight
I can’t hide how I feel about you
Inside, I’d give everything up
Tonight, if I could just have you
Be mine, be mine, baby
I can’t hide how I feel about you (I cannot hide these feelings, no)
Inside, I’d give everything up (I cannot hide these feelings)
Tonight, if I could just have you (I’d give up everything for you)
Be mine, be mine (I give up everything)
Ay
I don’t do fake love but I’ll take some from you tonight (Take some from you tonight)
I know I’ve got to go but I might just miss the flight
I can’t stay forever, let’s play pretend
And treat this night like it’ll happen again
You’ll be my bloody valentine tonight
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na na-na (Just tonight)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na na-na (Just tonight)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na na-na (Just tonight)
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na (In my head, in my head)
Na-na-na-na, na-na na-na (Just tonight)
(Were we on two track?)

Birmingham 6 – Birmingham 6 Lyrics

Eight! Two! Kick us out, put us down
In your own blood, you will drown
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Nobody knows if they really exist
Kick us out, put us down
In your own blood, you will drown
Cut our tongue, make us blind
We will fight against your crime
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Nobody knows if they really exist
IRA, Judgement Day
All God’s children come out to play
Kick us out, put us down
In your own blood, you will drown
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Nobody knows if they really exist
Kick us out, put us down
In your own blood, you will drown
Cut our tongue, make us blind
We will fight against your crime
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Everybody talks about the Birmingham 6
One! Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Everybody talks about the Birmingham 6
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Nobody knows if they really exist
IRA, MI5
Who can tell when the government lies? Seven! Imprisoned ’til you fade away
Nine! Six! Ten! Kick us out, put us down
In your own blood, you will drown
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Everybody talks about the Birmingham 6
Cut our tongue, make us blind
We will fight against your crime
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Everybody talks about the Birmingham 6 Justice is a dying whore
Five! Twelve! Four! Three! Eleven! Never leave your prison cell
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Nobody knows of the Birmingham 6
Birmingham 6, the Birmingham 6
Nobody knows if they really exist
IRA, MI5
Who can tell when the government lies?

Seventh Day Slumber – Sober Lyrics

Another memory bringing me to another step
Another step bringing me closer to the edge
I can feel it in my chest
Thoughts of my past burning inside my head
And I can’t take another day
So let the shadows hide my face
I wanna be free from this
No matter what it takes
Wake me up when it’s over
This hurts too much sober
I never wanna feel again
Take me back to the old days
When I couldn’t feel pain
I never wanna feel again
I wanna medicate but I gotta sit through the pain
To tell the truth, I almost put the bottle up again
I made a promise to my kids
Daddy’s never going back no matter how hard it gets
And I can’t take another day
So let the shadows hide my face
I wanna be free from this
No matter what it takes
Wake me up when it’s over
This hurts too much sober
I never wanna feel again
Take me back to the old days
When I couldn’t feel pain
I never wanna feel again
(I never wanna feel again)
Wake me up when it’s over
This hurts too much sober
I never wanna feel again
Take me back to the old days
When I couldn’t feel pain
I never wanna feel again
(I never wanna feel again)

Hugh Coltman – She Signs Her Name Lyrics

She was working both day and night
Wanted to write more than the headlines
You know we’ve all got a rent to pay
She’d smile and say
Shrugging her shoulders high
Stepping into the rain
As the light drains away
Sitting down on her train
She slips into the dream again
Where she signs her name…
I just do what I have to do to make it through
That’s what she’ll tell you
But when she’s waking at 3am
Cold sweats again
Her head working over time
Stepping into the night
To the city she confides
Some are born with the right
But the ones like us must try
To sign our names
To sign our name
She wakes up
An hour after she went to sleep
She makes up
Dries the tears from her cheek
There’s nothing left to see
Just who could she be
Stepping into the rain
As the light drains away
I watch her crossing the street
And then I go back to bed
To sign her name
To sign her name

John Waite – Better Off Gone Lyrics

I can see there’s no easy way out
A paper cup half-full of gin
Behind the wheel of a Lincoln Continental
Driving down your street again
I take your ghost out on the freeway
Out from the memory of your leaving
A thousand miles till the day break over Tulsa
Where no one’s heard about you
‘Cause one of these days you’re gonna be with somebody
And I, I don’t wanna hurt no one
Gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun
I’m better off gone, yeah, yeah, I’m better off gone, yeah, yeah
Out in the rhythm of the white lies
Just the inner state of me
I place my bet on a hand that I was winning
And it made a loser out of me
‘Cause one of these days you’re gonna be with somebody
And I, I don’t wanna hurt no one
Gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun
‘Cause I’m better off gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
‘Cause one of these days you’re gonna be with somebody
And I, I don’t wanna hurt no one
Gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun
Yeah
And like a bullet from a gun
You see, yeah
I’m better off gone, yeah, yeah
I’m better off gone, yeah, yeah
Better off gone
Better off gone