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Vandroya – The Last Free Land Lyrics

She, the daughter of the moon
Begging to be undone
A new life born for unite
Eye of the light divine
Bearer of the two crowns let it shine
The oracle is in the sky
They blew above us
A reverse wind, a cruel power
Killing all kings
Destroying the temple of the divine
Enslaving us forever From the distant lands of east
Undefined hearts of beast
Marching against our faith
Run to the desert
Far beyond the hills of sands are the gods
Crying and despair
Life has left this place
Be the unbreakable wall
The river that will wash away the fear of us all
The one guided by the light
Praise the power of the throne
We will drive into the storm (rise in glory!)
Liberty shall reign in this night
Fight for this land until the sun and moon be aligned
Into the fire!

Franglish – Attends 2 Minutes Lyrics

Écoute-moi parler, qu’est-ce que t’en dis? J’suis la pièce du puzzle qui te manquait (yeah yeah yeah)
J’suis ta boussole quand tu te perds
T’inquiète j’irai nulle part, j’suis là pour toi
J’te donnerai tout en temps et en heure
[Refrain]
Mais… attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
On n’est pas pressé (on n’est pas pressé)
On n’est pas pressé nan (on n’est pas pressé nan)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
On n’est pas pressé nan (on n’est pas pressé)
On n’est pas pressé (on n’est pas pressé)
[Pont]
Ouuuuuuuuuh ouuuuuuuuuuh, eh eh
Ouuuuuuuuuh ouuuuuuuuuuh eh
Yeah yeah, let’s get it
[Pré-Refrain]
Ah, regarde dans mes yeux; qu’est-ce que tu lis? Écoute-moi parler, qu’est-ce que t’en dis? [Intro]
Ya ya ya ya ya yeah
Hein hein, yeah
[Couplet 1]
Je te vois rêver de cette vie là
Les regarde pas, les envie pas (no no no)
Crois-moi sur parole, je pourrais te donner bien plus qu’une simple villa (oui je le peux)
Je sais même pas pourquoi j’te dis ça
(Je sais même pas pourquoi jte dis ça)
C’est peut être mon cœur qui me dit de faire ça
(C’est peut être mon cœur qui me dit de faire ça)
Tes problèmes seront les miens (miens)
Comme des amis, on dansera le mia
[Pré-Refrain]
Ah, regarde dans mes yeux; qu’est-ce que tu lis? J’suis la pièce du puzzle qui te manquait (yeah yeah yeah)
J’suis ta boussole quand tu te perds
T’inquiète j’irai nulle part, j’suis là pour toi
J’te donnerai tout en temps et en heure
[Refrain]
Mais… attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
On n’est pas pressé (on n’est pas pressé)
On n’est pas pressé nan (on n’est pas pressé nan)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
On n’est pas pressé nan (on n’est pas pressé)
On n’est pas pressé (on n’est pas pressé)
[Couplet 2]
J’aime ce genre de feeling
De l’avenir on en reparlera
Plus tard nan pas maintenant
Mais profitons de ce moment (yeah)
La vie devant nous on a le temps (yeah)
Ne pense à rien on se détend (yeah)
f*ck les règles, on fait ce qu’on veut
Pour l’instant, il s’agit de nous deux
[Pré-Refrain]
Ah, regarde dans mes yeux; qu’est-ce que tu lis? Écoute-moi parler, qu’est-ce que t’en dis? J’suis la pièce du puzzle qui te manquait (yeah yeah yeah)
J’suis ta boussole quand tu te perds
T’inquiète j’irai nulle part, j’suis là pour toi
J’te donnerai tout en temps et en heure
[Refrain]
Mais… attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
On n’est pas pressé (on n’est pas pressé)
On n’est pas pressé nan (on n’est pas pressé nan)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
Attends deux minutes (attends deux minutes)
On n’est pas pressé nan (on n’est pas pressé)
On n’est pas pressé (on n’est pas pressé)
[Outro]
Ouuuuuuuuuh ouuuuuuuuuuh, eh eh
Ouuuuuuuuuh ouuuuuuuuuuh eh
Yeah yeah, hein
Attends deux minutes
Attends deux minutes
On n’est pas pressé, nan nan nan
Attends deux minutes
Attends deux minutes
On n’est pas pressé, pressé

Everett Champion – Text From My Ex Lyrics

Yup, once again it’s you
Sitting alone, here comes the rest of the crew
They see your name, complain, it’s all the same
Say “we feel your pain, but put that away
It’s ruining the vibe that we trying to make”
So they fill up my cup, and I take a drank
And when this shit gets empty, and I’m on to the next beer
Label paying for my drinks, whenever those cheques clear
Little messed up, can I just rest here? Your number, damn haven’t seen that in awhile
Lock up my phone, take a sip in denial
Then I start thinking, maybe I should dial? (why’s that?)
Acting like we fine (we not)
I’m faded off this whiskey and your sipping on some wine (ay, ay, ay)
I’m your ex man
(You know I’m your ex man)
We can still be best friends
(We can still be best friends)
It’s late so why you texting
(It’s late so why you texting)
Incoming message, text from my exes
Yeah! Sophomore life, getting ready for next year
And when the rest clear, and I’m left on that sofa
With rum mixed with the coca, cola
Remembering the times, when I would provoke ya
I’m out for the night, slipping in euphoria
[Hook: Everett Champion]
But I can’t reply (can’t reply)
I’m wondering why (why’s that?)
You fighting with your man but you do that all the time (you know)
Why you hit my line? [Verse 2: Everett Champion]
Back on the couch, back on the juice
Back to being vulnerable, back being confused
Back to always just having to find an excuse
That I can’t find the time to ever execute
And I feel like I shouldn’t always just say the truth
Wrong people find out and that’s all the proof
That they need to use, just to be approved
But they don’t see the potential that I see in you
I just want to sit back with a scenic view
18, but I swear to god I’ve seen a few
I’m not talking on the record, I’m taking me and you
Don’t want to lie, I’m afraid it’s appearing true
Like who you been with? When you at the bar, and he just keeps stalling
You try and act tall and heels crack and you falling
I’mma pick you up, then we just start falling in love
But it’s back to right now
I’m thinking something different from what I type down
Messages slurred, lost in translation
Lost and can’t face it, lost in this basement
But I hit send, not sure if you can read it
Tell me my text, is really what you needed
Take a deep breathe in, what you doing on the weekend
We’re going swimming in liquor, come and meet me in the deep end
[Hook: Everett Champion]
But I can’t reply (can’t reply)
I’m wondering why (why’s that?)
You fighting with your man but you do that all the time (you know)
Why you hit my line? (why’s that?)
Acting like we fine (we not)
I’m faded off this whiskey and your sipping on some wine (ay, ay, ay)
I’m your ex man
(You know I’m your ex man)
We can still be best friends
(We can still be best friends)
It’s late so why you texting
(It’s late so why you texting)
Incoming message, text from my exes
Yeah! 18, I guess that’s my lifestyle
Everyone got pills, ones red, ones blue
Another text pops up, damn that makes two
Same number? Who you gonna be calling? [Hook: Everett Champion]
But I can’t reply (can’t reply)
I’m wondering why (why’s that?)
You fighting with your man but you do that all the time (you know)
Why you hit my line? (why’s that?)
Acting like we fine (we not)
I’m faded off this whiskey and your sipping on some wine (ay, ay, ay)
I’m your ex man
(You know I’m your ex man)
We can still be best friends
(We can still be best friends)
It’s late so why you texting
(It’s late so why you texting)
Incoming message, text from my exes
Yeah! [Verse 1: Everett Champion]
My drink half filled, sipping on some new shit
Phone in my hand, holding on with a loose grip
Talking to some girl, rip jeans show her bruises
Text pop up, oh shit, like who’s this?

Los Betos – Ella Es Lyrics

Oye explicame por dios lo que tu hiciste negra
Ya se que es tu nuevo luck   lo   que ahora estas   haciendo
Prefiero mejor pensar que por dentro   conservas
Los principios de moral que tragistes de pueblo
Te ves bien
Quien   lo   niegue   loco estará
Ese suin   en tu caminar
Tu   glamour como de academia
Te oyes bien
Al usar los términos y
Súper sexi te ves en jean
La verdad hay que desirlo negra
Claro esta
Un siemens te sienta bien
Un buen toncoli también
Yo creo que es lo natural
Pero no te vas a olvidar
De los viejos que te criaron
Ni de tus antepasados
De tus amistades viejas
La muchachada del vario
O en el colegio la leva
Lo plástico va pasando pero lo autentico queda
Porque camelia preciosa no vuelves a lo que eras
Porque camelia preciosa no vuelves a lo que eras
No me digas que ya no te gusta el vallenato
O no sabes donde esta la vela de marquesote
Cuando yo estuve en tu vida yo te quise tanto
Hoy no eres ni sombra de aquella niña de entonces
Claro esta
Hoy te gusta un mercedes bens
Un café concierto también
Una prenda de marca fina
Quien te aguanta
Con ese cabello risao
Tu quizás malinterpretao
Con el revolcón de gaviria
No hay razón
Que de tanta cirugía
Uno te ve y desconfía
Si tu eres la misma o no
Y ahora tiene los ojos miel
Y son lentes de contacto
Mi amor no simules tanto
Ni te olvides de tu tierra
Cuando estábamos estudiando
Y nos hacíamos la leva
Por plástica estas pasando y en el fondo así no es ella
Ya no va un domingo a misa ni en navidad a su tierra
Ya no va un domingo a misa ni en navidad a su tierra

John Waite – Shadows Of Love Lyrics

Go your way, I’ll go mine
Now the chain is broken
You say you must be free
I know is good for you
But it ain’t good for me
But I won’t stand in your way
If you need me
Turn around and I will be there
I wait for you, I still care
Just remember all the time
I’ll be waiting
Standing in the shadows of love
You’re walking out of the door
And my heart is burning
I must find some way
I put my heart and hope
For I am running
Words can’t make you stay
If you need me
Turn around and I’ll be there
I wait for you, I still care
Just remember all the time
I’ll be waiting
Standing in the shadows of love
It’s your life
But is my world
Go your way, I’ll go mine
But you’re still my girl
Just remember all the time
I’ll be waiting
Standing in the shadows of love
Can’t you see
I’m waiting in the shadows of love
It’s gonna be me
Standing in the shadows of love
Yeah baby, waiting for you
Waiting in the shadows of love
Waiting in the shadows

Tachenko – Campos De Marte Lyrics

Campos de Marte, bromas aparte
Restos de revolución
Qué nos dejaste, ciencia sin arte
Míranos bien ?????? Oh no, oh no, se ha cumplido la maldición
Flores con olor a tierra me traéis
Vuestros nombres ya no significan nada
Por fin, por fin
Giros, virajes, kilometraje
Golpes y celebración
Un engranaje sucio y salvaje
Idiotas con traje y reloj
Oh no, oh no, se ha cumplido la maldición
Flores con olor a tierra me traéis
Vuestros nombres ya no significan nada
Por fin, por fin
Flores con olor a tierra me traéis
Vuestros nombres ya no significan nada
Por fin, por fin
Flores con olor a tierra me traéis

Alda Celia – Obrigado Jesus Lyrics

Obrigado Jesus
Pelo amor que não morre! Pelo sol da manhã
Obrigado, Jesus
Pelo dia que nasce
Obrigado, Jesus
Pelo Irmão que está do meu lado
Obrigado, obrigado Jesus! Pela nova aliança que foi feita na cruz
Pela fé e esperança
Pela vida eterna
Obrigado, obrigado Jesus !

Red Molly – Foreign Lander Lyrics

I’ve been a foreign lander for seven years or more
Among the brave commanders where wild beasts howled and roared
I’ve conquered all my enemies on land and on the sea
But you my dearest jewel ’tis you have conquered me
I cannot build a ship of love without the wood of trees
The ship would burst asunder should I prove false to thee
If ever I prove false love the elements would moan
The fire would turn to ice love, the seas would rage and burn
Have you heard the mourning dove? She’s flying from pine to pine
She’s mourning for her own love the way I mourn for mine
I lie awake out in the night
I see the shining stars I wonder if you see them too wherever you are
I’ve been a foreign lander for seven years or more

Tones & I – Dance Monkey Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They say, “Oh my god, I see the way you shine
Take your hand, my dear, and place them both in mine”
You know you stopped me dead while I was passing by
And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I see you, see you, see you every time
And oh my, I, I like your style
You, you make me, make me, make me wanna cry
And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
[Chorus]
So they say
Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh-oh
I’ve never seen anybody do the things you do before
They say
Move for me, move for me, move for me, ayy-ayy-ayy
And when you’re done I’ll make you do it all again
[Verse 2]
I said, “Oh my god, I see you walking by
Take my hands, my dear, and look me in my eyes”
Just like a monkey, I’ve been dancin’ my whole life
But you just beg to see me dance just one more time
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I see you, see you, see you every time
And oh my, I, I like your style
You, you make me, make me, make me wanna cry
And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
[Chorus]
So they say
Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh-oh
I’ve never seen anybody do the things you do before
They say
Move for me, move for me, move for me, ayy-ayy-ayy
And when you’re done I’ll make you do it all again
They say
Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I’ve never seen anybody do the things you do before
They say
Move for me, move for me, move for me, ayy-ayy-ayy
And when you’re done I’ll make you do it all again
[Bridge]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Do it all again, do it all again, do it all again)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
(Do it all again, do it all again, do it all again)
Ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah
[Chorus]
They say
Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh-oh
I’ve never seen anybody do the things you do before
They say
Move for me, move for me, move for me, ayy-ayy-ayy
And when you’re done I’ll make you do it all again
They say
Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I’ve never seen anybody do the things you do before
They say
Move for me, move for me, move for me, ayy-ayy-ayy
And when you’re done I’ll make you do it all again
All again

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
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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]