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Ariel Rot – Bar Soledad Lyrics

Bar Soledad
Tus amigos dónde están
Almas grises, naufragios, cicatrices
Recuerdos de días felices, que sabes que no volverán
Ella, ya nada espera
El no hace otra cosa que esperar
Otra copa y otra vida rota
Y en ese rincón del mundo
Juntos construyen su hogar
Hey, a dónde vas
Déjame que te acompañe, ya no hay nadie, se hizo tarde
Y al final, cada día es igual, en el Bar Soledad
Tira, la rueda gira
Y ayer no más la vida giraba igual
La sonrisa ya no brilla en tu boca
Si esa maquina loca se lleva lo poco que hay
Soledad te invita a un trago, eso quiere decir que va a cerrar
Sólo un trago antes de irse a la cama, si total mañana nos volvemos a encontrar
Hey, a dónde vas
Déjame que te acompañe, ya no hay nadie, se hizo tarde
Y al final, cada día es igual, en el Bar Soledad
Y ese extraño poder que distrae un ratito al dolor
Y el deseo que nunca descansa y la dulce esperanza de alcohol
Las noticias de ayer, los fracasos de hoy
La alegría fingida que la soledad compartida se lleva mejor…

Dirk Meeldijk – Vier Zomers Lang Lyrics

Vier zomers lang
Heb ik gewacht ik was te bang
Waarom heb ik niets gezegd mijn liefde toen nooit uitgelegd
Vier zomers lang
Een liefdesliedje zonder zang
Maar dat is echt wel voorbij
Ik loop nu met jou aan mijn zij
Ik ben die jaren zo verliefd geweest
En dacht aan jou toch wel het meest
De tijd van wachten is voor goed voorbij
Want sinds vandaag hoor jij bij mij
Vier zomers lang
Heb ik gewacht ik was te bang
Vier zomers lang
Een liefdesliedje zonder zang
Maar dat is echt wel voorbij
Ik loop nu met jou aan mijn zij
Maar al dat wachten was de moeite waard
Ik heb de grote stap gewaagd
Het leven lacht en ik geniet
En ik zing hier voor jou dit liefdeslied
Vier zomers lang
Een liefdesliedje zonder zang
Maar dat is echt wel voorbij
Ik loop nu met jou aan mijn zij
Maar dat is echt wel voorbij ik loop nu met jou aan mijn zij

Pigpen Theatre Co. – Mayfly Lyrics

Oh my
Mayfly
A trip down south
Wicked
Winter
Wandered out
One shot
Two shots
The cold dense air
If you are
Then I’m not
Sit and stare
This was just a path worth taking home
You were just a path worth taking home
Our luck
Dress up
See the stain
A phone call
My fault
Set complaints
This was just a path worth taking home
You were just a path worth taking home
You felt so sick when he handed you the bark
And old time remedy for hope
You felt so sick to boil it up and drink it down
All to say it’s not unknown
Oh my
Mayfly
A trip down south
A hand wave
The white flag
You spoke out loud
This was just a path worth taking home
I was just a path worth taking home

Say Ocean – Amnesia Lyrics

Detener el tiempo no es lo que yo quiero
No di en falso ningún movimiento, a ti siempre te puse primero
Y no lo comprendo, te di el mundo entero
Olvidarme te tomó un momento, ya no pienso guardar lo que siento
Decidiste separarnos
Sin pensar en todo el daño de mi lado
Decidiste separarnos
Sin pensar
Ya no me pienso esconder, vamos a hacer esto bien
Si la memoria no me falla, tú te fuiste con él
Y ahora quieres volver, me pides regresar, mejor no volvamos a hablar
He perdido el tiempo pensando qué quiero
Y a pesar de que lo tuve en frente, nunca supe si era suficiente
Todo está en la cuenta, sal de mi cabeza
Voy saliendo de aquel agujero y no pienso regresar de nuevo
Decidiste separarnos
Sin pensar en todo el daño de mi lado
Decidiste separarnos
Sin pensar
Ya no me pienso esconder, vamos a hacer esto bien
Si la memoria no me falla, tú te fuiste con él
Y ahora quieres volver, me pides regresar, mejor no volvamos a hablar
Ya no me pienso esconder, vamos a hacer esto bien
Si la memoria no me falla, tú te fuiste con él
Y ahora quieres volver, me pides regresar, mejor no volvamos a hablar
Ya no me pienso esconder, vamos a hacer esto bien
Si la memoria no me falla (vamos a hacer esto bien), tú te fuiste con él
Y ahora quieres volver (y ahora quieres volver), me pides regresar, mejor no volvamos a hablar (mejor no volvamos a hablar)

Cacife Clandestino – Intro: Quem Disse? Lyrics

– Quero um futuro pra mim, tá ligado? – De rap! Liberdade. Olha pro céu! Como é que fica? Com o poder da mente, irmão, tu consegue tudo! – É, mano. – Tô fazendo isso pela minha família! Vou viver de rap
– E dinheiro, cara? Olha. – E tua família, cara? E agora? – Quero ter a oportunidade ainda de dar um orgulho pra eles, tá ligado? – Mas como assim, cara? – Bateu 4 anos pro Elysson, tá ligado? Tô saindo fora, mano
– Que papo é esse, irmão? [Conversa: Felp 22 e Diegão77]
– E aí, mano
– E aí, mano
– Tranquilo? Tá salvo. To certo! Tá ligado? – Se liga só. Liberdade
– Não tem preço, irmão
– Liberdade pra voar
– Vai viver entre as nuvens, né, mano? – Orra, qual foi daquela ideia lá? Fixa num ponto, irmão, lá longe. – Mano, tô saindo fora, tá ligado? – Ta ligado, né? Só sobrou eu no bagulho, irmão. Branca foi pra igreja, tá ligado? E a responsa nas ruas, mano? – Qual é, mano? – Osssss! – Dinheiro nós corre atrás, sempre foi assim
– Onde tu quer chegar com isso, irmão? – Tô certo, mano. – Tá certo disso? 2 anos pro M&M, Torvi acabou de ir agora. – Vai viver de quê, irmão? Observa que não tem limite, é uma imensidão azul pra ser explorada, tá ligado? – Porra, mano
– Um castelo pra minha coroa. Liberdade pra ir pra onde quiser
Quem disse que tu não pode voar, menó? – É lá onde eu quero chegar: Além do céu! – Aonde eu quero chegar, mano?

Los Autenticos Decadentes – Vivo Como Un Gitano Lyrics

Como voy a hacer con vos
Para que puedas entender
No es que no te quiera, no
Es que me tengo que mover
Cambiar de casa otra vez
Que otro sol me queme la piel
No me puedo conformar
Con la sombra del amor
Cuando la pasión se fue
No queda nada por hacer
Tirar la casa por la ventana
Sólo me llevo el vino y la guitarra
Vivo como un gitano
Vivo como un gitano
Vivo como un gitano
Cambiar de casa otra vez
Que otro sol me queme la piel
Vivo como un gitano
Vivo como un gitano
Vivo como un gitano
Vivo como un gitano
Vivo como un gitano
Vivo como un gitano

Aborted Hitler Cock – Experimental Insertion Lyrics

Unrelenting penetration
Unnatural object invasion
Instrumental perversion
Experimental insertion

Body Thief – Innerverse Lyrics

I start to revisit the place
You found me blocking out all the noise
[unholy whereabouts]
Giving in; XIII sins approach me
According to the memory I fail
But I could never deny
We’re becoming well aware
Digesting this information
[if it’s what you advise]
Eyes that stare right through us
Wide and bright
A clinical chemical
Reconstruction of mind
If it’s what you advise
If branches only stretch
As far as seasons allow
Could I strip away the old leaves
Plant feet into the ground
These roots won’t run dry
We let them overflow
As if you and I knew where to go
It’s in the way you
Shape your indifference
I’ll become the wind for you
Envelop and pursue
This won’t enfold the way it used to
[filling voids with senseless noise]
I felt the marvelous patterns of wind
As the siding bashed against the house
And woke all of the residents
I’m on the outside
Always on the outside
So scared of what may be out there
So I keep my foot between
The door and frame
Door and frame; I refrain
I can hear the others calling out my name
XIII sins; I commit
I walk in as if I never left the place
Tempt me with my XIII sins
And I’ll commit them quick
At least I have the upright standing courage to admit it
My imagination peaks
I love the thought of it
Mind-knot tied taught to it
Might as well talk to it
To see if it speaks
Perception, perception
It’s all about perspective
Hold your thumb up to the stars
And block thousands of dimensions
But it’s been written in nature
Since first conceived
To be bright and ritualistic
To vibrantly fill all the gaps in between
There’s never an exception
You must let yourself let go
When we arrive inside our minds
Arrive inside your mind
The tide is rising
Can’t you feel it? Don’t grip too tight
I’m right by your side
It’s in the way you
Shape your indifference
I’ll become the wind for you
Envelop and pursue
This won’t enfold the way it used to

Sicx – Jesus Christ Lyrics

[Interlude: Clip from Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth]
“Jesus Christ!”
“Not quite”
“What did you see, the same as I?”
“Appetite dissected, desire indulged”
“A miniature of the world, and now it will succumb to us”
“You enjoyed the girl?”
“Yes”
“Good, so did I”
“And that’s all?”
“No”
“Its not the same”
“I just-“
“No what you did that was f*cking evil man!”

Through The Roots – Fed Up Lyrics

I’m done with it
I’m always tryin’ to kick it
But you’re never down
I’m hittin’ you up on the reg’
But I’m never one to beg, ‘Cause
I’m realizing that you don’t deserve what I’m worth
Didn’t you know that the truth hurts? I’ve been treading water for way too long
There’s something wrong
With this picture that I’m staring at
Seems like the colors start to fade to grey
Every passing day
Whenever I stop and look back
I’m second guessin’
Is this right for me? We used to see each other eye to eye
But now that’s not the case
It’s time for me to fly
(2X)
I’m fed up
I’m sorry but this can’t go on
I’m sick and tired of puttin’ pieces where they don’t belong
Its like tryin’ to solve a puzzle that just doesn’t fit
And guess what? I’m done with it
No, I can’t go on
No, I can’t go on
No, no, no, no, no
No, I can’t go on
No, I can’t go on This wasted energy
Should I just be free? I’m just here to tell it to you straight
Keep playin’ those games
And I’m never gonna wait for you
I’m movin’ forward and I won’t look back
In fact the future looks bright, my past is lookin’ black
So one more time
Yeah I’ll say it
I’m so damn over it
Hopin’ you’re enjoying this
Yeah I’m growin’ up
And I’m on my way
This is the last time that I’ll say
(2X)
I’m fed up
I’m sorry but this can’t go on
I’m sick and tired of puttin’ pieces where they don’t belong
It’s like trying to solve a puzzle that just doesn’t fit
And guess what? Plenty of points
And they’re just adding up
The hell with this routine
I think I’ve had enough, ‘Cause
My hands are tired from pickin’ up the slack, and
I remember back when things were cool
What happened?

Slade – My Town Lyrics

Gotta find some way outta this town tonight
There’s a hot shootin’ mama gonna crack your skull on sight
She keeps hanging onto your tail, makes it hurt and makes you wail
You been hidin’, you been achin’, you’re ready to fight
This ain’t your town, this is my town
This ain’t your town, this is my town
Get on your way, get on your way, get on your way, now
She gotta you hooked, you really couldn’t stand the pace
She was free for me, but I mentioned it just in case
I been through all that lovin’ before, so many times I lost the score
You been hidin’, you been achin’, you’re ready to fight (get ready)
This ain’t your town, this is my town
This ain’t your town, this is my town
Get on your way, (get on) get on your way, get on your way, now
She keeps hanging onto your tail, makes it hurt and makes you wail
You been hidin’, you been achin’, you’re ready to fight
This ain’t your town, this is my town
This ain’t your town, this is my town
Get on your way, (get on) get on your way, (go on) get on your way, now
Get on your way, now (come on, get on)
Get on your way, now

King Ogundipe – Book Of Jobs Lyrics

Jiminey cricket my nose grow
Like pinnochio
I just thought i’d let you know that everything it comes and goes
So you don’t have to worry no
More cause i gotchu
I’m a motherf*cking star f*ck what thought
Need to get this cash from other sources get me payed more
Magazine center fold call a nigga playboy
Juke box hoaxes knock em off they high horses
You mad i’m fortunate
Im glad you focused cause the king is the dopest
Delta 9 Tetra hydra cannaboid boy bitch
[Hook]
Please I don’t wanna jugg and rob
Please I don’t wanna jugg and rob
Please I don’t wanna jugg and rob
Please really think I need this job
[Verse]
I know some juggers and robbers comitted to stealing
Finesse as a mission
To get up they riches
No matter who get licked
But i got different ambitions
I’m finna be famous
You willing to listen
Lets get up and get it
I’m tired of doubtin
Wait
Get lit like candles on a birthday cake
My paycheck coming soon wheres my happy face
I’m seventeen but the judges put me in first place
We all say things we’ll do but we don’t sometimes
That short film missed its mark
With all the girls and the guys
Tell me Is it better to quit or get fired
I’m fresh so I’m hired
Until i do not desire
And I’mdraped in designer
Like the other rappers are
[Hook]
[Verse]
Unhittalickable
Its all about the principle
Of not having to sit down with
The principal
In high school or middle school
Cause now its coming to a close
And I just want some clothes
On my back and a swimming pool
Filled with what scrooge duck
Was swimming in you dig? [Verse]
f*ck this job I hate this job i’m off the clock
I need this job cause i don’t wanna jugg and rob
Sorry bout the outburst boss
But i’ma cuss my ass off till I’ma nasa
Lifting off and on a cloud
Im apathetic after loud
Tired as my mommas
And my papas
After raising up the problem child
Liable to lie to you
Then tell the truth
Like i just cleared my conscience
Not too long ago
You happy hoe? I dig too …out the pockets
Of white collar workers
Who keep cubicles
My work ethic
Is terrific like the words white people use
I just wanna shock the world like pikachu i choose you
Electric chairs panda bears work clothes from a whole foods
Take a shower moisturizer dog groomer groom who
Gems and jewels people fuel a ton f*cking brain food
Exclusive but inclusive thats the f*cking royal juice crew

Traces – Silver Lines Lyrics

Or could I overthink myself to silver lines
I’m worrying yet curious, I’m always
[Chorus]
Warning myself again
Nothing hurts quite like someone you love
Knowing I Might regret it
Nothing Hurts quite like someone you love
[Post-Chorus]
‘Cause I don’t know how to be my
Don’t know how to be myself around you
Don’t know how to be my
Don’t know how to be myself without you
[Verse 2]
Stare through my reflection
The best in me is always faded out
Maybe if I lost some self-importance it’d be clearer now
With no hesitation
Like waiting for the words to move your mouth
I’d follow you to places oh I wish that I could live without
[Pre-Chorus]
Did I buy these roses just for them to die
I’m worrying yet curious, I’m always
[Chorus]
Warning myself again
Nothing hurts quite like someone you love
Knowing I Might regret it
Nothing Hurts quite like someone you love
[Post-Chorus]
’cause I don’t know how to be my
Don’t know how to be myself around you
Don’t know how to be my
Don’t know how to be myself without you
[Bridge]
Hours adding up
Leave my mind with no resolve
Take my hand, walk out the door
Could be wrong, But I don’t know
Can I overthink myself to silver lines
Nothing hurts quite like
[Chorus]
Warning myself again
Nothing hurts quite like someone you love
[Post-Chorus]
‘Cause I don’t know how to be my
Don’t know how to be myself around you
Don’t know how to be my
Don’t know how to be myself without you [Verse 1]
I’ll wait a little longer
Just so I could know if I would drown
Fall into a   routine   selfish loathing that   I’ve always found
Maybe it’s my nature
To   never see the other side of doubt
But lately you’re the only reason I can find a way around
[Pre-Chorus]
Did we buy these roses just for them to die
Are sentiments just meant to end?

Spring Offensive – Everything Other Than This Lyrics

I can feel the warmth of my hands
Upon my face, and it stops me
From looking up
Here’s to hoping that maybe one day
I might see past myself
Today, I don’t have it in me to wait
So I will dig up my plan to escape
We are breaking in half
The wait pulls us apart
Now we know why the clock has just stopped
Time isn’t moving because the battery is f*cked
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
We’d overran by months when we crawled off the stage
And those four empty handshakes from the last of my friends
Said we’ve already lost the plot
Now we’re losing our way
We are home made
We are helpless
We are dead-weights
We’re not sinking
Just going nowhere
Yeah, I’m feeling pretty f*cking downbeat
Today, I don’t have it in me to wait
So I will dig up my plan to escape
We are breaking in half
The wait pulls us apart
Now we know why the clock has just stopped
Time isn’t moving because the battery is f*cked
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
We’d overran by months when we crawled off the stage
And those four empty handshakes from the last of my friends
Said we’ve already lost the plot
Now we’re losing our way
This unhealthy obsession is a means to our end
All that I have broken I am desperate to mend
I’ve lost sight of everyone and everything other than this
We’ve already lost the plot
Now we’re losing our way
Said we’ve already lost the plot
Now we’re losing our way

‘The last person to know’: What the lockdown means for one deaf driver

He followed up at the end of the month by banning all public transport except for cargo, effectively shutting down business for most of the country’s boda-boda drivers. To stop the coronavirus.“Do you know how it feels like to always be the last person to know about any serious issue because you are deaf?” says Mr. He was only two years old when he and his brother were diagnosed with measles. Komakech is no stranger to health crises. Komakech, that creates a complicated situation. Komakech, who communicates with his customers on slips of paper and via text messages.And on top of that, these are certainly not the best of times.In mid-March, before Uganda had even a single confirmed coronavirus case, President Yoweri Museveni announced a 32-day ban – since extended – on public gatherings, and closed schools, churches and restaurants. Komakech is less worried about the disease and more worried about how he will keep paying his family’s bills. Komakech has listened hopefully for an announcement that boda-boda drivers will once again be able to carry passengers. So what struck him that first day of the lockdown wasn’t the quiet but the stillness. The country’s urban roads are choked with bikes, known locally as boda-bodas, swerving precariously through traffic as they rush to carry riders and the teetering stacks of their cargo across town as quickly as possible. As he rode his motorcycle into town looking for passengers, he saw that the streets were nearly empty except for baby-faced soldiers with big guns and a few plucky vendors selling bits of soap, salt, or sugar to the occasional passerby. Since he lost his hearing at the age of 2, he has navigated the world without sound. There is more money, after all, in driving taxis than in driving boda-bodas. Gone were the throaty revs of cars starting and stopping in the choking rush-hour traffic, and the frantic voices of sports commentators spilling out the doorways of the city’s ubiquitous sports betting centers, the fresh eggs sizzling in pans at roadside omelet and chapati stands, the chatter of taxi touts and hawkers gathered on street corners.But motorcycle driver Denish Komakech didn’t miss any of that. Finally he stopped to ask a friend what was going on. Komakech, don’t have the same access to public service announcements, billboards, or other forms of public health messaging as the rest of their community. His brother died. Komakech, speaking to the Monitor through a sign-language interpreter. He is part of the 80% of Uganda’s workforce that works informally, according to government estimates   – millions of cleaners, drivers, hawkers, and others who make their living day to day, in cash.Most, including Mr. Although motorcycles are allowed on the streets during the lockdown, drivers are only permitted to carry cargo, and only until 5 p.m., before a nighttime curfew goes into place.Mr. (A 2010 study at the country’s largest hospital found that a full 75% of patients admitted for trauma injuries sustained in traffic accidents had been involved in boda-boda crashes.)
As Georgia reopens, is it creating a model for America?But the job had always been harder for Mr. “That is how I felt – like I had been that last person to hear about the lockdown and the pandemic.”Editor’s note: As a public service,   all our coronavirus coverage   is free. Mr. When Uganda introduced more restrictive COVID-19 lockdown measures in late March, it was as though someone had turned down the volume on the entire country. Profit margins are razor thin, and police harassment and accidents common. Komakech, have received no support from the government since the lockdown began. Before the lockdown began, he had been taking driving lessons and saving to buy a secondhand car. So far, however, President Museveni has said that motorbikes will still only be allowed to carry cargo because of the close physical contact required to ferry people.Still, Mr. )

By John Okot
Correspondent

Denish Komakech felt like he was the last person in the world to learn about the coronavirus.Since he lost his hearing at the age of 2, he has navigated the world without sound. Motorcycle taxis, or boda-bodas, are one of the most popular, cost-effective, and timely ways of getting around. For now, all he thinks about is the day ahead. And if they can’t work, many have asked, how will they eat?“When I realized that we had been stopped from riding our boda-bodas, many thoughts ran through my mind, like how it was going to be tough to look after my family,” he says.But Mr. Komakech cannot help but get his hopes up that one day soon, the restrictions will ease. June 2, 2020

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Deep Read ( 4 Min. A lockdown, the man explained in sign language. Police have been impounding boda-bodas from drivers who violate these restrictions, and ordering them to pay a hefty fine to have their bikes returned.For Ugandans like Mr. And that means he often misses important announcements, including the Ugandan government’s lockdown order in late March.“Do you know how it feels like to always be the last person to know about any serious issue because you are deaf?” he says in an interview with the Monitor through a sign-language interpreter.For Uganda’s informal workers, especially those living with disabilities, the lockdown creates a complicated situation.Being a motorcycle, or boda-boda, driver in Uganda is tough work in the best of times. He has a large, unpaid bill for a recent hospital stay by his daughter, and soon his family will need to hire someone to help them clear their small plot of farmland to prepare for the planting season. Those thoughts press down hard on him as he rides his boda-boda into town each morning, looking for people who need items transported somewhere.As Uganda’s government has begun to   loosen restrictions on cars, buses, and taxis in recent weeks, Mr. No paywall.Being a motorcycle driver in Uganda is tough work in the best of times. Komakech are especially at risk during the country’s coronavirus lockdown:   in part because, doctors say, some disabilities compromise the immune system, but largely because people with disabilities have often had traumatizing experiences with the health care system, or are afraid to seek medical care. GULU, UGANDA
Most people would have noticed the quiet. “The government failed to consider people with disabilities right from the beginning when they came up with lockdown restrictions,” said Denis Lakwonyero, an activist and Gulu district councilor representing persons with disabilities in local government. Komakech survived, but lost his hearing.Since then, he has relied on a combination of sign language, written notes, and lip-reading to get by. Although motorcycles are allowed on the streets during the lockdown, drivers are only permitted to carry cargo, and only until 5 p.m., before a nighttime curfew goes into place. Loading… To survive it and see another – for now that will have to be enough. “Yet people with disabilities are the most vulnerable in this crisis.”For now, though, Mr. He says he is often harassed by the police and cheated by his riders when they realize he will struggle to argue back.Ugandan activists for people with disabilities say people like Mr. Melanie Stetson Freeman/Staff

Before the pandemic, in August 2019, the streets of Kamala, Uganda, were filled with boda-boda drivers. Komakech cannot help but get his hopes up that one day soon, the restrictions will ease. And many, like Mr.

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And so Mr. To survive it and see another – for now that will have to be enough.Editor’s note: As a public service,   all our coronavirus coverage   is free. For now, all he thinks about is the day ahead. No paywall. For now, however, the restrictions remain. Komakech has tried to reign in his horizons.

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Our reporter explores what lockdown has meant for a deaf boda-boda driver in Uganda. ‘The last person to know’: What the lockdown means for one deaf driver

Why We Wrote This

One of the ironies of the pandemic is that although the world faces a common challenge, everyone’s lived experience is very different. John Okot

Denish Komakech drives a motorcyle taxi, or boda-boda, in Gulu district, Uganda. Mr. Komakech, who is deaf, relies heavily on side mirrors to monitor traffic.

Kate Nash – To The Music I Belong Lyrics

You know I hold up the mirror, babe, I’m the truth, truth
Look you in the eye and I see right through
I can’t pretend but you want me to
Yeah, I can only be real
Yeah, yeah, I’m telling you
I’m as real as it gets
My skin is see-through
I can be what i need, I can present truth
Got this pain in my gut and I’m physically weak
Forced myself out of bed, forced myself to eat
And I admit that I’m lonely
Music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, hold on
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
Yeah, music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, hold on
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
And you never picked up the phone, never picked up the phone
Never picked up the phone
And I never got a face-to-face, never got told the truth
I never got told anything by you
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
(I ain’t going nowhere but drive)
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
(I ain’t going nowhere but drive)
(I ain’t going)
It’s funny staring at the phone, doesn’t make you call
I’m obsessed now, look at my fingers scroll
It’s for the best now, they’re telling you I’m not your girl
It’s in my chest now, guess it’s laid to rest now
But it’s in my chest, how is it for the best? Sick to death hearing how you made amends with your friends
I just get nothing
I guess you never meant anything that you said
Music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, hold on
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
Yeah, music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, I’ll die
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
Music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, hold on
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
Yeah, music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, I’ll die
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
Music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, hold on
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
Yeah, music is the only one
Music is by my side
Music will never leave
To the music, I’ll die
Music is the only one
All the music I own
To the music I belong
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive

Nico Santos – After Party Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s closin’ time and they’re stackin’ up chairs
As the band tears down under neon light
Another party’s over, and I’m a far cry from sober
And a far cry from over you
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, so I’m on my way, on my way
On my way, on my way
To the after party
And with you by my side
It’s a beautiful ride
So ride with me, ride with me, ride
[Chorus]
And lead me to the after party
It’s too late now to go home
So shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
They’re livin’ it up at the after party
Wherever it is, we’re goin’
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
And lead me to the after party
[Verse 2]
Oh, I hear the king is still alive
He’s windin’ up Mulholland drive
And he will arrive sooner than we think
And Marilyn is flyin’ in
While Ray and John are singin’ hymns
Have you been slippin’ somethin’ in my drink? [Pre-Chorus]
Oh, so I’m on my way, on my way
On my way, on my way
To the after party
And with you by my side
It’s a beautiful ride
So ride with me, ride with me, ride
[Chorus]
And lead me to the after party
It’s too late now to go home
So shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
They’re livin’ it up at the after party
Wherever it is, we’re goin’
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
And lead me to the after party
Lead me to the after party
[Bridge]
It’s closin’ time, still a far cry from sober
Still a far cry from over you
[Chorus]
So lead me to the after party
It’s too late now to go home
So shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
They’re livin’ it up at the after party
Wherever it is, we’re goin’
Shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
And lead me to the after party
It’s too late now to go home
So shine a light, shine a light, shine a light
And lead me to the after party
Lead me to the after party
[Outro]
Livin’ it up, livin’ it up, livin’ it up
Lead me to the after party

Nav – Ain’t Goin Back Lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back to my hood for shit
Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip
Popping pills   ’til   it make me   sick (Yeah)
You show the hood love,   they never show it back
If they shoot, I hope I   know   how   to react
Know some   people wanna see   me on my back (On my back, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Got it on me everywhere I go, I gotta take a risk
Paranoid, can’t go without it
All could do is hope my bro is ’bout it (Mm, yeah)
Killing pain every time I’m on the dope (Dope)
Without it, I don’t know how to cope (Cope)
Wanna pay my mama bills, I don’t want no smoke
My whole life I did the things they said I can’t
Lots of pressure on me that you couldn’t understand
Spend a million in the hood and you get killed for ten grand
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back to my hood for shit
Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip (Neighbor)
Popping pills ’til it make me sick (Yeah)
You show the hood love, they never show it back
If they shoot, I hope I know how to react
Know some people wanna see me on my back (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Back and forth from my mama, tryna move her out the Rex
Jack boys tried to pull it on me walking down the steps
Let ’em take my chain, know I’d die for my respect (Yeah)
Y’all don’t feel my pain, I done seen death
Let the bullets rain, we gon’ leave ’em wet
Put up a little change and I paid my debts
They got Bucksy in the cage and it got me bent
Pour another four, ain’t got no way to vent (Yeah)
When he come home, I’ma give my boy a M (Bucksy)
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back to my hood for shit
Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip (Neighbor)
Popping pills ’til it make me sick (Sick)
You show the hood love, they never show it back
If they shoot, I hope I know how to react
Know some people wanna see me on my back (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t goin’ back to my hood for shit (For shit)
Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip (Neighbor)
Popping pills ’til it make me sick (Sick, sick)
You show the hood love, they never show it back
If they shoot, I hope I know how to react
Know some people wanna see me on my back (On my back, on my back)

Iggy Azalea – Hoemita Lyrics

[Intro: Iggy Azalea and Lil Yachty]
Face down (Go)
Back it up (Ayy)
Drop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it)
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit)
Drop it down low, then pop it
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I-G-G-Y, VIP, I’m very important (Uh)
Girl you need to chill, stop lookin’ at my heels
You know you can’t afford ’em (Nah)
Check out my figure, I’m flyer than a bitch
And I ain’t even boardin’ (Nah)
Been on my shit, ’bout to twerk on this dick
With my tongue out like Jordan (Ugh)
Baby, I do what I want, and you only do what you can
Came to the spot just to f*ck it up
And I know that I’ma stick to the plan, yeah
He wanna put cuffs on my hands
‘Cause I make it clap like I sit in the stands
He tryna lock me up all because I made it drop
Like it slipped out my hands (Woo)
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea and Lil Yachty]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it)
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit, Lil Boat)
Drop it down low, then pop it (Go)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Pop it just like soda, whip it like yola
Got a bitch named Dakota, she kinda older
Got me hard like a boulder, get neck like shoulders
I’m on side it like Folgers, need you to focus
Niggas can’t afford to focus, that’s why they drive it
Niggas came in with pistols, ain’t had to hide ’em
Niggas lookin’ for hoes, we already got ’em
Told her f*ck with the kid like a bully
Told the gang come in deep as a gully (Go)
Got the jet by the water like Sully
They can’t stand it, I move like a bandit
Getting ate like a sandwich, my sweater is hand-stitched
In the 4-88, I’m with mad Mitch
In the back of the ‘Bach with a bad bitch
Niggas hate when I win, it’s the same shit
Niggas honkin’ they horn when I lane switch, skrrt (Skrrt)
They get dangerous
My young nigga, they don’t know what danger is
Play with Boat, it get sketch as a stranger is
It’s dramatic as manga is
I don’t know how to fight, but I know what a banger is
Bitch, it’s Boat, I need more credit
Turned this beat to a diabetic
Look, let’s go (Lil Boat)
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea and Lil Yachty]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it, ayy)
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit)
Drop it down low, then pop it
[Outro]
Drop it down low, then pop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
Face down, ass up, back it up, drop it
(I bet you love me now)
Drop it, drop it
(I bet you love me now)
Drop it down low, then pop it

Outlawz – Karma Lyrics (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Outlaw Ridaz and the Dogg Father
We just came to collect from you style biters
Lil’ homies similar to them Al Qaedas
Young bulls off the leash, and they will bite ya
Project roof with the beam, yeah they will snipe ya
Time to pay the piper, this for them three-strikers
We got soldiers from Pelican Bay to Riker’s
Young thugs throw they dub up, wanna be just like us
Long Beach to Jersey, ain’t no limits, I’m like Percy
No love for these hoes, we ain’t thirsty
My Makaveli and Kadafi live on
Real soldiers never fall, we keep pushin’ along
And we prob’ly ain’t involved unless it’s paper involved
This official as it get, Snoop Dogg and them Outlawz
Born on the West, raised on the East
Best of both coastses, voice of the streets, let’s go
[Hook: Young Noble]
Man up or man down, stand up or stand down (down)
You know the rules, what goes around, comes around (comes around)
What goes up, yeah it’s comin’ down (comin’ down)
And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown
Man up or man down, stand up or stand down (down)
You know the rules, what goes around, comes around (comes around)
What goes up, yeah it’s comin’ down (comin’ down)
And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown
[Vershe 2: Hussien Fatal]
Out of 25 niggas, 20 gon’ try to kill ya (bang)
Then outta them five, two don’t really feel ya (bang)
Then outta them three, one gon’ get familiar (bang)
Then outta them two, they gon’ set ya up to kill ya (that’s karma, that’s karma, bang)
What’s done in the dark’ll come to the light
You used to pull up, mob on them boys
The tables done turned ’cause you run in the night
Death to my enemies, slaughter opposers
One in your face, it’s sort of a closure
Bang, bang (karma, karma), now nobody knows ya
Bang, these niggas ain’t nothin’ like us
They ain’t gon’ bust a grape in a fruit fight, so
Why these niggas actin’ so tough? [Intro: Young Noble]
Yeah, Five Thirteen, it’s a movie, muthaf*cka
Yeah, Outlawz, Snoop Dogg, real gangsta shit
Yeah, let’s go
[Verse 1: Young Noble]
What do we have here now? I done played around, got fronted on
Hit the ground but now I’m back up
But there comes a time in the middle of the rhyme
When actor stop and you f*cked, nigga (f*cked nigga, nigga, nigga)
That’s karma on ya muthaf*ckin’ head, nigga (head, nigga)
I’m finna paint you red, and you dead, nigga
Actions speak louder than words, but ain’t nobody talkin’
I come through with karma in the [?] and get to
Ba-ba-ba-ba-barkin’ on these niggas
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Work-work-workin’ on these niggas
Talkin’ on, stalkin’ on, C-walkin’ on these niggas
Lurkin’ on these niggas
Breakin’ bread, take ya meds
To sustain my mindframe
Dogg Pound, that’s my gang
Daylight my time change
Taste like that Bombay
Spray like that nine bang
Always do my thang
Niggas know 10 to 4, stay high, way high
But I can make a drink up out it
I can make you think about it
DPGC, Outlaw Immortalz
Smash that, flashback
Get yo tape recorders
Push play, good day
Get more money
p*ssy, roll it up, and it betta be that kushy
Com-comin’ through, thirty deep, no creep
All guns, all hot
King James, all heat
So bow down to the bow wow
The shit gets no reala
Long Don, King Kong
Bitch, I’m Godzilla
[Hook: Young Noble]
Man up or man down, stand up or stand down (down)
You know the rules, what goes around, comes around (comes around)
What goes up, yeah it’s comin’ down (comin’ down)
And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown
Man up or man down, stand up or stand down (down)
You know the rules, what goes around (EDIDON), comes around (comes around)
What goes up, yeah it’s comin’ down
And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown
[Verse 4: E.D.I. Mean]
What go around, come around, we back and ’bout to bubble
O-4-L and D-O-Double, you know it’s nothin’ but trouble
You know we gon’ hustle, from here to abroad
If you mad at the grind, then you prob’ly a broad
Look at the way that I shine, it’s a sight to behold
A-1 from the jump, never snitched, never told
Stay up on my toes, peepin’ game is a must
Livin’ my life on the move, it’s only a few I can trust
So rare, it’s like I’m not even here
Until they see me in the flesh
Then they know that it’s real
So clear, no clouds, like a VVS
No challenge, know Cali, but we still the best huh
Let ’em have it like a spree, no brown, all green
It’s a small thing to a outlaw, Don King
We still gettin’ to keep the movement like 18 Wheelers
Stay away from squealers and bullshitters
It’s them niggas
[Hook: Young Noble]
Man up or man down, stand up or stand down (down)
You know the rules, what goes around, comes around (comes around)
What goes up, yeah it’s comin’ down (comin’ down)
And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown
Man up or man down, stand up or stand down (down)
You know the rules, what goes around, comes around (comes around)
What goes up, yeah it’s comin’ down (comin’ down)
And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown