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Frank Ocean – Be Yourself (Blonde Album)

[Katonya Breaux Riley]
Many college students have gone to college and gotten hooked on drugs, marijuana, and alcohol. Listen, stop trying to be somebody else. Don’t try to be someone else. Be yourself and know that that’s good enough. Don’t try to be someone else. Don’t try to be like someone else, don’t try to act like someone else, be yourself. Be secure with yourself. Rely and trust upon your own decisions. On your own beliefs. You understand the things that I’ve taught you. Not to drink alcohol, not to use drugs. Don’t use that cocaine or marijuana because that stuff is highly addictive. When people become weed-heads they become sluggish, lazy, stupid and unconcerned. Sluggish, lazy, stupid and unconcerned. That’s all marijuana does to you, okay? This is mom. Unless you’re taking it under doctor’s – umm- control. Then it’s regulated. Do not smoke marijuana, do not consume alcohol, do not get in the car with someone who is inebriated
This is mom, call me, bye

Frank Ocean – Solo (Blonde Album)

[Verse 1]
Hand me a towel I’m dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my jagger
Might lose my jacket and hit a solo
One time
We too loud in public, them police turned down the function
Now we outside and the timing’s perfect
Forgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you
And we don’t gotta be solo
Now stay away from highways
My eyes like them red lights
Right now I prefer yellow
Redbone, so mellow
Fuck ’round, be cutting you
Think we were better off solo
I got that act right in the Windy city that night
No trees to blow through
But blow me and I owe you
Two grams when the sunrise
Smoking good, rolling solo
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
S-solo, solo
S-solo, solo

[Chorus]
It’s hell on Earth and the city’s on fire
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
There’s a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
[Verse 2]
I’m skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long
Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross
And catch a solo, on time
White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low
And that mean cheap, cause ain’t shit free and I know it
Even love ain’t, cause this nut cost, that clinic kill my soul
But you gotta hit the pussy raw though
Now your baby momma ain’t so vicious, all she want is her picket fence
And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won’t side with you
Won’t let you fly solo
I wanted that act right in Colorado that night
I brought trees to blow through, but it’s just me and no you
Stayed up ’til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo

[Chorus]
It’s hell on Earth and the city’s on fire
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
There’s a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
By myself
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
(By myself, by myself)
Solo, solo
Solo, solo

Frank Ocean – Skyline To (Blonde Album)

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean (Kendrick Lamar)]
This is joy, this is summer
Keep alive, stay alive
Got your metal on, we’re alone
Making sweet love, takin’ time
‘Til God strikes us
That’s a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That’s a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin’ on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty fucking
Underneath moonlight now
Pretty fucking
Sunrise in sight
In comes a morning, hunting us with the beams
Solstice ain’t as far as it used to be
It begins to blur, we get older (Blur!)
Summer ain’t as long as it used to be
Everyday counts like crazy (Smoke, haze)
Wanna get soaked?
Wanna film a tape on the speed boat?
We smell of Californication
Strike a pose
Everything grows in the Congo
Everything grows
Can you come when I call again?

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean (Kendrick Lamar)]
On comes the evening
Gold seeking ends
Piece in my hands worth twice than a friend
And two limbs over shoulder, carried away
Because I’m stronger and the Congo is dim (smoke)
In comes the morning (smoke)
In comes the morning (haze)

Frank Ocean – Self Control (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Pool side convo about your summer last night, oh yeah
About your summer last night
Ain’t give you no play, mm
Could I make it shine last night?
Could I make it shine on it last night, last night?
Could we make it in? Do we have time?

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I’ll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight
Noses on a rail, little virgin wears the white
You cut your hair but you used to live a blinded life
Wish I was there, wish we’d grown up on the same advice
And our time was right
[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me, for me

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Now and then you miss it, sounds make you cry
Some nights you dance with tears in your eyes
I came to visit cause you see me like a UFO
That’s like never, cause I made you use your self control
And you made me lose my self control, my self control

[Chorus: Yung Lean + Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
(Nobody else, nobody else)
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it

Frank Ocean – Good Guy (Blonde Album)

[Verse]
Here’s to our good guy, he hooked it up
Said if I was in NY I should look you up
I, first time I done saw you
You text nothing like you look
Here’s to the gay bar you took me to
It’s when I realized you talk too much, more than I do
I, it’s highlights when I was convinced
That it isn’t much more it’s so not you
I know you don’t need me right now
And to you it’s just a late night out

[Outro]
This nigga, all the bitches in the neighborhood wanna fuck you nigga

He told me

I used to fuck with all of ’em

Yeah I ain’t got bitches no more

But now I don’t care about bitches like that my nigga, that chick Jasmine fucking wrecked my heart, I don’t even know how I feel about bi-

Frank Ocean – Nights (Blonde Album)

Part I

[Verse 1]
Round the city
Round the clock
Everybody needs you
No you can’t make everybody equal
Although you got beaucoup family
You don’t even got nobody being honest with you
Breathe ’til I evaporated
My whole body see through
Transportation, handmade (G)
And I know it better than most people
I don’t trust ’em anyways
You can’t break the law with them
Get some gushy, have a calm night
Shooters killing left and right
Working through your worst night
If I get my money right
You know I won’t need you
And I tell you, (biiitch)
I hope the sack is full up
I’m fuckin’, no I’m fucked up
Spend it when I get that
I ain’t trying to keep you
Can’t keep up a conversation
Can’t nobody reach you
Why your eyes well up?
Did you call me from a séance?
You are from my past life
Hope you’re doing well bruh
I been out here head first
Always like the head first
Signal coming in and out
Hope you’re doing well bruh
Everybody needs you
Everybody needs you
Oooh nani nani
This feel like a quaalude
No sleep in my body
Ain’t no bitch in my body
[Pre-Hook]
New beginnings ahh
New beginnings wake up ahh
The sun’s going down
Time to start your day bruh
Can’t keep being late on me
Know you need the money if you gon’ survive
The every night shit
The every day shit

[Hook]
Dropping baby off at home
Before my night shift
You know I can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
That kumbaya shit
Want to see nirvana, but don’t want to die yeah
Wanna feel that na na though
Can you come by, fuck with me
After my shift
Know them boys wanna see me broke down and shit
Bummed out and shit, stressed out and shit
That’s every day shit
Shut the fuck up I don’t want your conversation
Rolling marijuana that’s a cheap vacation
My everyday shit, every night shit, my every day shit
Every night shit
Night shit
Night shit
Night shit
Night shit

[Bridge]
All my night, been ready for you all my night
Been waiting on you all my night
I’ll buzz you in just let me know when you outside
All my night
You been missing all my night
Still got some good nights memorized
And the look back’s getting me right

Part II (wet wet)

[Verse 2]
Every night fucks every day up
Every day patches the night up
On God you should match it, it’s that KO
No white lighters til I fuck my 28th up
In 1998 my family had that Acura, oh
The Legend
Kept at least six discs in the changer
Back when Boswell and Percy had it active
Couple bishops in the city building mansions
All the reverends
Preaching self made millionaire status
When we could only eat at Shoney’s on occasion
After ‘trina hit I had to transfer campus
Your apartment out in Houston’s where I waited
Stayin’ with you when I didn’t have a address
Fuckin on you when I didn’t own a mattress
Working on a way to make it outta Texas
Every night

[Hook]
Droppin’ baby off at home before my night shift
You know I can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
That kumbaya shit
Want to see nirvana, but don’t want to die yeah
Wanna feel that nana though, could you come by
Fuck with me after my shift
Know them boys wanna see me broke down
Bummed out
Stressed out
Everyday shit
Shut the fuck up I don’t want your conversation
Rolling marijuana, that’s a cheap vacation
My everyday shit, every night shit
My everyday shit every night shit

Frank Ocean – Solo (Reprise) (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Andre 3000]
Aye, aye, so now I’m—

[Verse: Andre 3000]
So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant
So-lo that I don’t get high no more
When I "Geronimo!", I just go eh
So-lo my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So-lo that I can admit
When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo
It ain’t an event no more
So-lo that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo
When I do, I cut the pony off
Now there’s a hole that once was a logo, how fitting
So-lo that I can give a fuck about what is trending
Tryna cut down on my spending
Regardless of winning, instead of pretending
And bending over backwards
Over half of these hoes had work done
Sayin’ they want something real from a man
Just saying it, we being real persons
I hate that it’s like this, I feel for you ant
I don’t know what it’s like with a skirt on
So pardon me if I am being insensitive
But darling this only worsens
So-lo my halo, stay way low, it feels like it’s bent
So-lo that when they throw pussy or pesos
I don’t pay no attention to it
So-lo that I am no rookie but feel like a kid
Lookin’ at the other kids
With astonishment while I’m on punishment
Watchin’ the summer come close to an end
After 20 years in, I’m so naive
I was under the impression
That everyone wrote they own verses
It’s comin’ back different and yeah that shit hurts me
I’m hummin’ and whistlin’ to those not deserving
I’ve stumbled and lived every word
Was I working just way too hard?

Frank Ocean – Pretty Sweet (Blonde Album)

Now
To the edge I’ll race
To the end I’ll make it
All the risk, I’ll take it
Headbang with my four friends
We pour a taste out for the dead
This is the blood, the body, the life right now
The height right now
Might be what I need
Might be what I need
Said you wanna hurt me now
You can’t end me now
That might be what you need

What it means to be alive on this side
Said you wanna kill me now
On this side
Don’t let me down
On this side
Down, down
Fuck the other side
I’m on this side, I’m on this side, I’m on this side
How it feels to have arrived
I’m inside, I’m inside
Those are my niggas for life

Mother of us be kind
To the fathers on whom we rely
Fathers of us be kind
To the mothers on whom we rely

Ah-ah-ahhh, ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahhhh
Ah-ah-ahhh, ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahhhh

We know you’re sugar
We know you’re sweet like a sucka
Pretty sweet
Pretty sweet

Frank Ocean – Facebook Story (Blonde Album)

[Skit]
I was just telling that I got this girl before
And I was together since 3 years
And uhh, I was not even cheating her or what
And Facebook arrived and uhh she wanted me to accept her on Facebook
And I don’t want it because I was like in front of her
And she told me like "Accept me on Facebook"
It was virtual, means no sense
So I say "I’m in front of you, I don’t need to accept you on Facebook"
She started to be crazy
She thought that because I didn’t accept her
She thought I was cheating
She told me like, uh, "it’s over"
I can’t believe you
I said "come on you’re crazy" because like yeah
I’m in front of you, I’m every day
Here in your house
That’s, it means like it’s jealousy
Pure jealousy for nothing
You know
Virtual thing

Frank Ocean – Close To You (Blonde Album)

[Verse]
I will be honest, I wasn’t devastated
But you could’ve held my hand through this, baby
In my mind, I didn’t need
Warned your ex

I run my hands through what’s left
But we’re getting older, baby
How much longer baby?
Why am I preaching?
To this choir, to this atheist
Just like mine versions of these belong to you
After a while
They’re keeping me close to you

(Just like me, they long to be
Close to you)

Frank Ocean – White Ferrari (Blonde Album)

Bad luck to talk on these rides
Mine on the road
Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
White Ferrari
Had a good time
16: how was I supposed to know anything?
I let you out at Central
I didn’t care to state the plain
Kept my mouth closed
We’re both so familiar
White Ferrari

Close by me
You will find
You will find me
Is this the slow body
Left when I forgot to speak
So I text to speech, lesser speeds
Texas speed, yes
Based takes it’s toll on me
Eventually, eventually, yes
I only eventually, eventually, yes
I care for you still and I will forever
That was my part of the deal, honest
We got so familiar
Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari
Good times
In this life, life
In this life, life

One too many years
Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
Mind over matter is magic
I do magic
If you think about it it’s over in no time the best life

Ooh, oooh, oooh, ooh
I’m sure we’re taller in another dimension
You say we’re smaller and not worth the mention
You’re tired of movin’, your body’s achin’
We could vacay, there’s places to go
Clearly this isn’t all that there is
Can’t take what’s been given
But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine
Primal and naked
You dream of walls that hold us in prison
It’s just a skull, least that’s what they call it
And we’re free to roam

Frank Ocean – Seigfried (Blonde Album)

The markings on your surface
Your speckled face
Flawed crystals hang from your ears
I couldn’t gauge your fears
I can’t relate to my peers
I’d rather live outside
I’d rather chip my pride than lose my mind out here
Maybe I’m a fool
Maybe I should move
And settle, two kids and a swimming pool
I’m not brave (brave)
I’m not brave

I’m living over city
And taking in the homeless sometimes
Been living in an idea
An idea from another man’s mind
Maybe I’m a fool
To settle for a place with some nice views
Maybe I should move
Settle down, two kids and a swimming pool
I’m not brave
I’d rather live outside
I’d rather live outside
I’d rather go to jail
I’ve tried hell
(It’s a loop)
What would you recommend I do?
(And the other side of a loop is a loop)
This is not my life
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
This is not my life
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
It’s not what I’m like
It’s just a fond farewell (brave)

Speaking of Nirvana, it was there
Rare as the feathers on my dash from a phoenix
There with my crooked teeth and companion sleeping, yeah
Dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought
That could think of the dreamer that thought
That could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of God
I be dreaming a dream in a thought
That could dream about a thought
That could think about dreaming a dream
Where I cannot, where I cannot
Less morose and more present
Dwell on my gifts for a second
A moment one solar flare we’re consumed
So why not spend this flammable paper on the film that’s my life?
High flights, inhale the vapor, exhale once and think twice
Eat some shrooms, maybe have a good cry about you
See some colors, light hangglide off the moon

(In the dark, in the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you, anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you, anything for

Frank Ocean – Godspeed (Blonde Album)

I will always love you how I do
Let go of a prayer for ya
Just a sweet word
The table is prepared for you

Wishing you godspeed, glory
There will be mountains you won’t move
(Oh-oh-oh)
Still I’ll always be there for you
(Oh-oh-oh)
How I do
I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world
You look down on where you came from sometimes
But you’ll have this place to call home, always
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence of the ears, darkness of the mind
Until it’s time…
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence of the ears, darkness of the mind
It’s ’til it’s time we die
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence of the ears, darkness of the mind

Oh-oh, ohhh
I’ll always love you
Until the time we die
Oh-oh, ohhh

Frank Ocean – Futura Free (Blonde Album)

[Verse 1]
If I was being honest
I’d say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I’m good
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like momma
I ain’t making minimum wage momma
I’m on momma
I’m on
Now I’m making 400, 600, 800k momma
To stand on my feet momma
Play these songs, it’s therapy momma, they paying me momma
I should be paying them
I should be paying y’all honest to God
I’m just a guy I’m not a god
Sometimes I feel like I’m a god but I’m not a god
If I was I don’t know which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this bitch
I’ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy
God damn, fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck you niggas
Fuck me if I hated on you

[Verse 2]
I’ma stick around
I’m gon’ let my nuts hang
Nigga you got some just like me don’t you?
Or maybe not just like me
You know I’m Africano Americano
And even if you’re half Japanese

Roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow
Tech company
Please gimme immortality
I’m going rapidly
Fading drastically
Or pulled the zip down
Wet your lips first
Lick the tip now
Smoke some’n Jamming
To the rhythm
It’s a face
To face
Keep me high
Castrati
Poonani fade the stress
Bugatti left some stretch
Marks on that freeway
Marks on that freeway
They tryna find 2Pac
Don’t let ’em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
[Verse 3]
I’ll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
I know you love to talk
I ain’t on your schedule
I ain’t on no schedule
I ain’t had me a job since 2009
I ain’t on no sales floor
You say I’m changing on you
I feel like Selena
They wanna murder a nigga
Murder me like Selena
You must ain’t get the memo
I don’t cut bitches no more
But your bitch my exception
Come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Remember when I had that Lexus no
Our friendship don’t go back that far
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
Niggas go back that far
I ain’t smoked all year
This the last song so
I’m finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole ‘gar
Menage on my birthday
Tap out on the first stroke
Cause this ain’t no work day
She don’t give head anyway
Cuz what niggas say
That’s what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes
Niggas want fight in the streets now
Shit starting to make my head hurt
Jay hit me on the email
Said I oughta act my net worth
Dog this is chess now
Not fetch I ain’t runnin for a nigga
Ain’t ran since track meet
That’s the only time I ran from a nigga
You could change this track now
Could’ve changed this bitch a long time ago
Know and know
Know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove
I’m from that 7th though
Twins know and Lance know
Clark know and Matt know
Shit went 180 on me
Please run that back though
Tucks til 24

[Skit]
You say some shit about me?
On God he grabbed me
Had this nigga like…

[Silent Interlude]

[Outro Interview]
Interviewer: Make sure you speak up
Frank: Okay
Interviewer: What’s your name?
Frank: Frank
Interviewer: Yo, aye be quiet. What’s your name? What do you do? What’s your first memory?
Frank: The first word I learned to say or that I ever said
Interviewer: What’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed?
Frank: Friendship and how it controls the world
Interviewer: Hahaha, alright, what three superpowers do you wish you had? They say they have to be…
Frank: Flying, super strength…
Interviewer: Alright, what’s your name?
Frank: I wish I could sleep without being dead but sleep forever at the same time
Interviewer: Yo what’s your… stop, stop, stop
Frank: Being… very very tall
Interviewer: That’s fucked up. Start over right now. Best thing about being me is that I keep a pretty clear mind most of the time
Sage Elsesser: Being great
Frank: I… a lot, probably too much
Interviewer: Talents, got any secret talents?
Frank: I don’t think so, I’m pretty open in everything I do
Sage Elsesser: Talents? I can play the theremin… Tyler… nah actually fuck him. I don’t know, probably Dill cause he doesn’t have to do anything at all, sits inside his house
Interviewer: What’s your name?
Sage Elsesser: Sage Elsesser
Interviewer: What do you do?
Sage Elsesser: I play soccer and go to school. I wanna be better at skating
Interviewer: Alright that’s it….
Sage Elsesser: Ever… ever thought about trying…

How far is a light year?
How far is a light year?

Eminem – Campaign Speech (For President Album)

Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store
With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder
In Ecuador with Edward Norton
Witness the metamorphosis
Of a legend growin’ like an expert swordsman
From the Hessian war and
Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman
Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir
Of extension cords in dresser drawers
And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend

Use intercourse to settle scores
With women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in ’til there’s shredded foreskin
Reddish torn and they’re only bein’ fed a portion
Bed sores and sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin’ metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I’m headed for competitors
Better warn ’em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store
Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of warrants
You want some? Come and get some, boys!
I’m givin’ Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin’ George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back, his whole chest and torso
Are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon’s dad as a present for him

In my present form I’m Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction there’s no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible; hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said, "When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in your schedule. I’m flexible."
Expired tags on the Saturn, got Catherine Bach
In the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on
At a traffic stop gettin’ harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop’s daughter
Laugh ’cause I called her a brat on it
He spat on it and brought it back lookin’ half in shock
Had a heart attack and dropped dead
Started fallin’ back with it
And got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Crack front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff, pulled Tabasco sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman’s tackle box and *crash sound*
Asked if they had a laugh in stock
That was fuckin’ stupid…

You got it twisted, all ’cause I offered this bitch
A doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic
Bitch, get to massagin’ this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin’ list for you to run some odds and ends with
It’s not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She’s non-existent
Robin Thicke with a throbbin’ dick on some suave and slick shit
But I shout derogatives at bitches like fuckin’ missile launches
Misfit, blond and nitwit
Like I’ve gone ballistic, with a frostin’ tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes," and became one, I’m optimistic
Love to start shit
Shovin’ Clark Kent’s undergarments in the glove compartment
Of the bucket, bumpin’ Bubba Sparxxx
I’m double parkin’ up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser
Shadiest mothafucka you’ll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been known for some assaults
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as Rainman’s is
Something’s off, but when Dustin Hoffman’s
Dressin’ up in your mummy costume
On stage dancin’ to "Brain Damage," what’s the problem?
Nothing’s wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status
Run the faucet, I’mma dunk
A bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on ’em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It’s a wrap, like an ACE bandage
Don’t-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa, pre-arrange an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a See-and-Say
Consider me a dangerous man
But you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don’t kiss ass like a puppet
‘Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin’
And that’s what you wanted
A fuckin’ loose cannon who’s blunt with his hand on the button
Who doesn’t have to answer to no one—great idea!

If I was president
Gettin’ off is the first order of business
Once I get in office
Second thing that’ll make me happy’s walkin’ up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughin’, dick cupped in hand
Screamin’, "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy
Addiction to friction and static
Addict who can’t escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon
But as fate would have it, I walked up in Major Magics
Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin’ jacket
With a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash’s and Casey Anthony’s
Crazy asses in the backseat
Throwin’ Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches
And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard
I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
‘Finna get a murder case and catch it
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin’…
Like a windmiller with a thin build while his skin’s peelin’
And skids ’til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go against ‘zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt
Whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla
Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, ’til I
Draw first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it’s popular
Couldn’t be more awkwarder
Cause you’re innocence I robbed you of
It’s my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a
Slapstick, hockey puck
The broad hunter with the sawed off
Like an arm when it’s lopped off of ya
But I’m not gonna, get the shotgun
Or the Glock, I’m gonna opt for the ox
Cause I’m into objects that are sharp when I shop
And it’s not a shock, I’m such an obnoxious fucker
The Rock Hudson of rock ’cause who would have thought
This much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I’m unravelin’ quickly
My squabbles, I’m grappling with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I’m twisting wine bottles
Like what happened to Chris Reeve’s spine column
That’s the plan of attack when I’m fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn’t having to get these rhymes off ’em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven’t come back on these faggots who diss me is
More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel

But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin’ rubbing shit in your face ’til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen
And never appear again
If you actually had fuckin’ careers to end
But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer ’em in that direction and forget my ideas for them
Molly, I’m gone off you
Man, light some kush
You’re my first take, I’ll nail you
Can’t lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand prize
I’m entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, your puss
And thighs are squished
What kind of attire’s that?
I’m ready to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we’ll get it poppin’ like a flat
Light the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me
Like a scab
Hard to describe in fact
Startling violent perhaps
Are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren’t really surprised at that
But as far as these lines I rap
And these bars, wouldn’t dial it back if I star 69ed the track

Why am I such a dick?

Crooked I – Welcome To Planet X (feat. Eminem & The Observer) (For President Album)

[Intro: Eminem]
I live in a world that’s different than your world
Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy
Those things don’t exist in my world anymore
Welcome to my world
Welcome to Planet X motherfucker

[Verse I: KXNG Crooked]
It used to be parks
It used to be jungle gyms
Now they just stories passed down orally from my great-grandmother Nem
It used to be public pools
Kids loved to swim till the summer’s end
Now it’s enough poison in the water to slaughter your son and daughter
You can blame the government
Let me tell you how it all started
The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich couldn’t stand the stench of the dirt
Poor of course who had the world oversaturated
So a new world order was activated
No more black, no more white, no more brown, no more yellow, no more red
Just high born citizens and low born citizens
And all that race shit was eradicated
You’re either rich or you’re poor now
Digital identity chip implanted in everybody born now
Being poor is like fighting a war now
No energy to fight the real enemy because you’re worn out
Living life on a tight rope, but the trickery is the tight rope
It’s slippery as a ice lope
Every second somebody is falling off
So we figure we embrace the misery
Nigga we never liked hope
Cause hope was the buzzword
That they used to brainwash us, fuck that we unlearn
Now the rich people concerned
Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What’s that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw till they gave birth to a resistance
You scared looking at your window
You see your own fucking children crawling over your fences

[Hook: The Observer]
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
Two by two I bury them in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me, their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they choose [?] spawn
Cause we’re coming for you
(coming for you, coming for you)
La la la la la we’re coming for you
La la la la la we’re coming for you

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Yo, what you gon’ do now
It’s too late for talking, I’m in your face with the tool out
Foot wearing the other shoe now
The chickens came home to roost now
Who got the juice now?
Aye yo, what you gon’ do now
You wanna truce now
I’m in your face with the tool out
Foot wearing the other shoe now
The chickens came home to roost now
Who got the juice now?
Oil addiction, water polution
(Who got the juice now?)
Soil contamination and overconsumption
(Tell me who got the juice now?)
Wiped out two thirds of the planets fresh water
(Who got the juice now?)
And crop reserves creating a vast wasteland on a global scale
(Who got the juice?)

[Hook: The Observer]
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
Two by two I bury them (I bury them, I bury them) in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they choose [?] spawn
Cause we’re coming for you
(coming for you, coming for you)
La la la la la we’re coming for you

Juan Luis Guerra – Bachata Rosa lyrics

Te regalo una rosa
La encontre en el camino
No se si esta desnuda
O tiene un solo vestido
No, no lo se

Si la riega el verano
O se embriaga de olvido
Si alguna vez fue amada
O tiene amores escondidos
Ay, ayayay, amor
Eres la rosa que me da calor
Eres el sueсo de mi soledad
Un letargo de azul
Un eclipse de mar, pero…
Ay, ayayay, amor
Yo soy satelite y tu eres mi sol
Un universo de agua mineral
Un espacio de luz
Que sуlo llenas tъ, ay amor
Ayayayay…
Te regalo mis manos
Mis parpados caidos
El beso mas profundo
El que se ahoga en un gemido, oh
Te regalo un otoсo
Un dia entre Abril y Junio
Un rayo de ilusiones
Un corazon al desnudo
Ay, ayayay, amor
Eres la rosa que me da calor
Eres el sueсo de mi soledad
Un letargo de azul
Un eclipse de mar, vida…
Ay, ayayay, amor
Yo soy satelite y tu eres mi sol
Un universo de agua mineral
Un espacio de luz
Que solo llenas tu, ay amor

Horrible Histories – The 4 Georges: Born 2 Rule lyrics

George I:
I took the throne of England
Just ’cause I was protestant
A German prince whose English stank,
King George number one

George II:
I like to argue, now that’s clear
Especially with my father here
And when he died of diarrhoea
I fought with my son

George III:
I broke records with my sixty year reign

George VI:
And I broke the scales with my giant frame

all:
Born to rule over you
King George four, three, one and two
You had to do what we told you to
Just because our blood was blue

George I:
I was a hunk, girls adored me
Ladies all swooned before me
They would do anything for me
Or I’d have their husbands killed

George II:
Had a war with Prince Charles Bonnie

George III:
Everyone said that I was f-f-funny

George IV:
I spent everyone’s money

All:
Our subjects were not thrilled

George I:
I was the sad one,

George II:
I was the bad one

George III
I was the mad one,

George IV:
and I was the fat one

All:
We were born to rule over you
Georges one, three, four and two
England’s kings, though we were German too
Him, then him, then me, then you

(We were born)Born to rule over you(born 2 rule)

George I:
Gorged on fruit then I died on the loo

ALL:
People hated us, and we hated them too
Born to rule over you

Born to rule over you

George III:
Me I was as batty as a bonkers kangaroo

George IV:
Me I would have been more at home in a zoo
And now, now our song is through.

Yeah…

Georges

George III:
Banana

Horrible Histories – Literally: The Viking Song lyrics

It was the summer of 793
When we sailed across the Great North Sea
Comets crossed the skies that night
Must have known something wasn’t right

We arrived upon your English shore
And you offered friendship
But we wanted more
Yeah, so much more!

We’re tearing up this place tonight
Literally!
We’re gonna set this sleepy town alight
Literally!
We’ll kill and steal and burn and drink
‘Cause us vikings don’t care what you think
Woah oh oh!

Let me in, won’t you please
We’re here to raid your monasteries
We’re primed and ready to attack
And we love how monks just don’t fight back

You’ll die or become a slave to me
Though our slaves often get chucked up in the sea
If the boat’s heavy! Yeah, yeah!

You’re gonna lose your head, my friend
Literally!
We’re gonna getcha in the end
Literally!
And I’ll drink a toast from your skull
‘Cause we’re vikings and that’s how we roll!

(Play that axe, Ragnor!)

We’re gonna paint the whole town red
Literally!
With the blood of the dead
Literally!
We’ll take everything that you own
And get back on our ship, and go back home
Woah, oh oh!

We’re going home
Woah, oh oh!
We’re going home
Woah, oh oh!
We are going home
Woah, oh oh!
We are going home
Woah, oh oh!

Horrible Histories – William Wallace lyrics

I am William Wallace
My life was a mystery
Some say born twelve seven two
Some say twelve sixty three

Was dubbed Malcolm of Paisley
Maybe Alan from Aire
Did I have a wife or no?
Do you really care?

They say I had a big, red beard
But all you need to know
I was a Scottish rebel
And the English were my foe

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
This is war I cried!
Many English fought me
And many English died!

I took against the English
Back when I was fairly wee
‘Cause an Englishman called Selby
Bullied my whole family
It upset me, so I struck him dead
Well, wouldn’t you?
Then an English sheriff came along
Guess what, I killed him too!

They say he killed my wife
So he deserved what he got
Then England’s King Ed came for me
Ooh, I’m scared! Not!

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
Possibly six feet seven
But all that really matters is
I sent Englishmen to heaven!

Forty thousand English came
To Stirling Bridge for me
They had to cross a narrow bridge
To get to us, you see
We held them off, pushed them back
It was no contest
Bridge collapsed, hundreds drowned
Of course I killed the rest!

I celebrated Stirling Bridge
Another Scottish win
By decorating my sword
With the English general’s skin

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
Scottish legend too
Fought for Scottish freedom
Was a hero through and through

Here’s where my rebel story comes unstuck
At Falkirk defeated, I’d run out of luck
Spent seven years playing hide and seek
Captured, sent to London, tried for treason
What a cheek!

King Ed hanged me, then a lovely touch
Pulled my guts out, guess he didn’t like me much!

William Wallace, Scottish rebel!
In Scotland my heart lived
Though sadly, my head wound up
On a spike on London Bridge!

Ooh, that smarts!

Horrible Histories – Richard III lyrics

I was sure that you’d love me
To that hope, I did cling
‘Cause I’m… Richard the third
And… Everybody loves a king!

Thought I did a good job
Why do you disagree?
There’s a lot of people
Spreading nasty rumors ’bout me
Every word is a lie
So I’m singing this song
‘Cause the history books
Have been telling it wrong!

I Never had a limp
Always walked my full height
Never had a hump
And my arm was all right
Never took the crown
With the ilegal power
Never killed my nephews
The princes in the tower
Tudor propaganda
It’s all absurd
Time to tell the truth
‘Bout King Richard the third

My brother Edward, died
His kids too young to rule
So… I took the throne
Why not? I’m nobody’s fool!

Thomas More wrote a history
Said I’d murdered Edward’s boys
Shakespeare said their death
Was an evil ploy
But I say those two
Are historical vandals!
They’ve ruined my image!
I mean, what a scandal!

Never bumped off
Those harmless young heirs
Never buried them
Under the Tower of London stairs
Never poisoned my wife
Bumped off her daddy
This is me, sweet Richard
Do I look like a baddy?
Never was two-faced
Sure you’ll agree
I was misunderstood
King Richard three

Can you imagine it?
I’m the last Plantagenet
Beaten by Henry
In the Wars of the Roses
The Tudor dynasty
Didn’t care that much for me
Now I’m painted as a baddy
That’s why one supposes… (continues while next verse is sang)

Never forget
When you hear of my crimes
Never drowned my brother
In a massive vat of wine
Never said ‘a horse!
My kingdom for a horse! ‘
Who made that up?
Why, William Shakespeare, of course!

Now my tale is told
You won’t hear a bad word
About a special ruler
King Richard the third
Arg it’s a wasp it’s a wasp

Horrible Histories – Evil Roman Emperors (Bad) lyrics

Lead 1:
The famous Roman Empire,

Lead 2:
Was the biggest, meanest neighbourhood.
Lead 3:
We four were the baddest emperors,

Lead 4:
And by Bad we don’t mean Good!

Lead 1:
My name is Caligula
A rotten, Roman pig-ula
If you told me a fib-ula
I’d hack your hands to stumps!
One time, I killed a priest
Who’d come to sacrifice a beast
You’d think it’s sad that he’s deceased
We all laughed like chumps!

I’m very hairy, but take note
If you so much as whisper “Goat!”
With an iron rod you will be smote
In a good mood today, so I won’t slit your throat!

I’m bad!

Lead 2-4:
He’s bad!

Lead 1:
A shameless rotten cad!
Do you still have limbs since meeting me?
Then I guess you should be glad!

Lead 2:
Your nastiness was fabulous
But my name’s Elagabalus
And I was far, far worse
Just listen to my verse
I was quite notorious
For catapaulting venomous
Snakes at Rome’s enormous
Crowds, oh, how they fled
If you won a lottery prize
I’d give you bees, dead dogs and flies
My house guests got a nice surprise
A lion in their bed!

You’d think to children, I’d be cuter
No, I was their biggest executor
Used their guts to read the future
Says here I should get a job as a school tutor!

I’m bad!

Lead 1,3,4:
He’s bad!

Lead 2:
Could argue I was sad!
Hated through our empire
From Great Britain to Baghdad!

Lead 3:
Afraid your claim is bogus
‘Cause my name is Commodus
And no one else could be
A worse emperor than me
There never was a greater
Pretend gladiator
If the booing got too loud
Made the lions fight the crowd
Just one man was grander
Julius Alexander
So I killed him, see
‘Cause I’m the emperor, me

I’m bad!

Lead 1,2,4:
He’s bad!

lead 3:
My actions truly rad!
You only got the emperor job
‘Cause you were chosen by your dad!

Lead 4:
To me, you all score zero
My name is Emperor Nero
Evil men you’re not
I’m the worstest of the lot!
My rule was full of fear-o
Yes, men from far and near-o
Called me a fighting hero
Or I would have them slayed!
Changed the Olympic season
So the medals went to me, son
Burned Christians for no reason
Just a fun game I played, you know

Poisoned my stepbrother
Ordered men to kill my mother
Tried to drown her but she fled
So I had her stabbed instead
Wait! There’s more!
With my first wife, dear Octavia
I showed truly bad behaviour
Chopped her head off, gave it to
My girlfriend who I then killed too

I’m bad! So baddy!
Of badness, I’m the daddy!
Come on, I want to see
A more evil bloke than me!

Lead 1,2,3:
You’re bad! Real bad!
Nothing more to add!
We all thought that we were awful
But you were really, truly mad!

Lead 4:
I’m the baddest emperor the Romans ever had.

Horrible Histories – Work, Terrible Work lyrics

In good old Queen Victoria’s day
Industrial revolution
Bosses said ‘Please, we need more employees’
We needed a solution

Who will climb our chimneys?
Who will power our grids?
Victorian families to desperately poor
They’ll let us employ their kids for

Work, terible work
From very young ages
Up chimneys to clean
Paid pitiful wages
Work, terrible work
Pins make you work faster
If we grow too big
Get sacked by the master!

Now you’re all in my employ
Cleaning in the factory
We’re not very strong
And the hours are long
This work is unsatisfactory!

There not to get caught in spokes
Or trap our hands in gages
To stop machines and get you out
Will cost you a week’s wages!

Work, terrible work
There’s no health and safety
So if we get hurt
They will just replace me
Work, terrible work

Now that I am short of cash
I have to pick pockets
Wallets from gentlemen
And lady’s lockets

Small enough to get away
Hardly ever caught
And if we are, we’re kids you see
To cry is what we’re taught

Work, terrible work
Dangerous and demeaning
No time to complain
Get back to your cleaning
Work, terrible work
Guess what we are dreaming
School, glorious school!
Wonderful school!
Marvellous school!
Wish we went to school!

Horrible Histories – Pachacuti lyrics

I’m Pachacuti, the Incan lord
All other tribes dreaded
My name means ‘he who shakes the earth’
Not that I’m big-headed

When it comes to claiming nearby lands
I was the type to risk it
But it’s how I treat dead enemies
That really took the biscuit

I drink from their skull
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Pull out their teeth whole
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Turn teeth into charms
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Make flutes out of their arms
(Pachacuti!)

Once on a hillside, my troops hid
To cause a rival strife
And when they jumped out, it looked like
The ground had come to life

The rocks they are my warriors
I then used to boast
And that little lie helped us win wars
But violence helped the most

I drink from their skull
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Pull out their teeth whole
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Turn teeth into charms
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Make flutes out of their arms
(Pachacuti!)

If you were a rival chief
We’d kill you fast and then
We’d stuff you like a scarecrow
But one for scaring men

Then we’d rest your bony fingers on
The stretched skin of your belly
And in the breeze, they’d tap that tum
Like a drummer, but more smelly!

Drink from their skull
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Pull out their teeth whole
(Do the Pachacuti!)
Use their skin as a drum
(Do the Pachacuti!)
I’ve never had so much fun!
(Pachacuti!)

Horrible Histories – English Civil War lyrics

We are the Roundheads, we don’t want kings no more,
That’s why we started the English civil war.
People say we’re no fun, but we disagree,
Especially when explaining, parliamentary democracy.
We are particularly excited by the notions of jurisprudence…

That’s enough dullness, we’re the Cavalier crew,
Supporting King Charles, and everything that he’ll do.
Puritans bore us, it’s really a crime,
When your parliamentary business cuts our partying time.

Roundheads, soundheads, keep the music down heads,
Rules and regulations led, dull but fair.
Cavaliers three cheers, wackier head gears,
We live to boogie with our peers. Unfair? Don’t care!

I am the king, I can do what I like,
Start up a war, or a big tax hike.
Got a French wife, she’s a catholic.

O law!
Really King Charles, we’re not quite sure!

Insolence! Is that how you talk to the Crown,
I am the King, I’ll just close Parliament down.

I’ll think you find, that’s in breach of due process.
Here’s what we say to that (spit) Now clear up this mess!

Roundheads, soundheads, witches should be drowned heads,
Don’t believe in crowned heads, Parliament’s our thing.
Cavaliers three cheers, your superiors,
We’re all toffs who cry ‘Here, Here’ and ‘God Save The King’.
(That’s me!)

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Cavaliers! Roundheads! The English Civil War!
Why is it called ‘civil’? May I kill you please? Sure!

Love civil wars, to be fought on this land,
If I get to power, Christmas will be banned.

No chance Cromwell, victory will be mine,
You’ll never pass a ban on mince pies and mulled wine.

That’s what you think, just wait ’til you’re caught,
I’ll also scrap theatre, music and sport.
Your pathetic war will finish even before it’s begun,
We’ve taken Charles prisoner, the Roundheads have won!

(Oh!)

Victory three cheers, Cavaliers in tears,
No power for years, I’m the leader of the pack!
Charles head Roundhead, hurrah now the king’s dead,
Sins binned, instead a righteous track.
(But we’ll be back!)

Horrible Histories – Suffragettes lyrics

We are the suffragettes,
Think you know some fierce girls?
You ain’t heard nothing yet.

A lass called Milli Fawcett, founder of our cause,
Started the battle for our rights
Argued the government should change the laws,
Here is how she stated our plight

How come girls can’t vote for rules that we have to obey?
When we work and pay taxes too!
Parliament’s reaction was
‘Oh do go away! ‘
How dare they diss the suffrage crew

Suffragettes sing, we’re gonna do this thing
Peaceful protest started in 1903
Got no reaction, needed drastic action
Got a new leader Emmeline Pankhurst
That’s me

Burst into parliament shouting “votes for women”,
Actions though were shocking and new
Chained ourselves to palace gates
Tension was brimming on the WSPU
Burned down churches, smashed up shops
Attacked mps, the result we were thrown in gaol
This made us more determined as you’ll come to see
Think we’d give up fighting? Hey fail!

Suffragettes sing together we can win
In prison we protested and went on hunger strike
Men still said no but we just said Yo!
You won’t stop us now!
Miss Davison please take the mic

We became more extreme
Derby day June 13
In front of king and queen
Committed sacrifice supreme
Crept unseen between the team
And crowds watching the race
And threw myself under a horse
To try and make our case
Became a famous martyr, how did men react?
We can’t give women votes if they’re so stupid they’ll do that

Seemed our cause was lost
When world war came along
Our suffragette reaction
Was to wave our protest good bye
Farewell, so long, took patriotic action
Put down our banner saying give us votes
Instead supported the men’s fight
Worked to help them win the war so guess what they said
Okay ladies… You were right!

Suffragettes sing, we’ve done it ding-ding
At last those men could see they should treat us the same
So all take note now that women can vote
And it’s thanks to those who fought in the
Suffragette name!

Queen – Don’t Stop Me Now lyrics

Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world turning inside out yeah!
And floating around in ecstasy
So don’t stop me now don’t stop me
Cause I’m having a good time having a good time

I’m a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by like lady godiva
I’m gonna go go go
There’s no stopping me

I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m travling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

(Don’t stop me now) I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball (don’t stop me now)
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
(Don’t stop me now) cause I’m havin a good time
(Don’t stop me now) yes I’m havin a good time
I don’t want to stop at all

I’m a rocket ship on my way to mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I’m out of control
I am a s** machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m travling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you

Don’t stop me don’t stop me
Don’t stop me hey hey hey!
Don’t stop me don’t stop me ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Don’t stop me don’t stop me
Have a good time good time
Don’t stop me don’t stop me ah

I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m travling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don’t stop me now I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don’t stop me now (cause I’m havin a good time)
Don’t stop me now (yes I’m havin a good time)
I don’t want to stop at all

Uale – Reborn lyrics

I used to sing louder than everybody else
Wanted to spread my onw voice on the internet
Fighting for years, spitting my soul on the floor
Putting my faith in your words, before you destroyed my world
Call me late at night, when you barely try to be real, try to be honest
I won’t believe you anymore, you can settle down the score
And just restart

After all that you put me through
I’d like to give the same pain to you
Too many lies, i will end this show
I’d like to give you the same pain and just reborn

I used to say “maybe” untill you fucking get
All that i see and i fear when you feel upset
Another year wasting all my time
Some twisting words fucking up my mind
Call me late at night, when you are tryina be real, tryin to be different
You swore you’ll never be alone
I don’t wanna be the one to be falling apart

After all that you put me through
I’d like to give the same pain to you
Too many lies, i will end this show
I’d like to give you the same pain and just reborn

Silver Spoon – Castles In The Sand lyrics

[Verse 1]
The colors of the winter melt into the sea
The walkers and their pimps are back out on the streets
I look out to the window to the theater of this town
A memory of sorrow is aching like a wound

[Verse 2]
The heroes of the past are dying one by one
Their music now unheard, their voices now undone
Their names fading away like a castle in the sand
And all that is now left is the dust in our hands

[Chorus]
And I don’t know what has become
Of all our dreams, of all our songs
They seem to get lost in the way
Or exchanged for roles in someone’s cage

[Verse 3]
The children of today made heroes of their own
They too will be forgotten as some will take ’em on
This circle of illusion, it never stops to spin
The fate of our beliefs is at the mercy of a whim

[Verse 4]
The color of your hands has paled with the years
The lines around your mouth bear witness to your fears
And yet you look the same to me, in the mirror of my eyes
The beauty of your spirit will never really die

[Chorus]
And I don’t know what has become
Of all our dreams, of all our songs
They seem to get lost in the way
Or exchanged for roles in someone’s cage

Christmas Songs – Hark! The Herald Angels Sing lyrics

Hark! The herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled! “
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumphs of the skies
With angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in bethlehem,
Hark! The Herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn king