Paradigme by Pauvre Biche lyrics

Paradigme

Pauvre Biche

GENRE

Rap

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[Jérémy]
Un putain de soleil se lève
Sur l'horizon quelques traînées
La flicaille arrive, s'en mêle
Tout se détruit en fin de soirée
Toi, moi, bien éméchés sur la chaussée
Bien desséchés, dans la gorge la fumée
Une garo pour patienter
Mais pas bon pour la santé
Je gratte des rimes sans failles
C'est mal
Je vois des innocents qui tombent partout
Le sang qui gicle
C'est la mort sur les champs de bataille
J'en perds le sommeil
Suis-je fou de vouloir mettre fin à son règne ?
À défaut je déverse
Dans le flot de mes vers
Les insultes je profère
Je me shoote à l’éther

[Florent]
J'ai fini la bouteille mamène
Tant pis demain je me réveille quand même
Ce monde est comme un nid d'abeilles
Inadapté je capte pas les ondes du dream d'oseille
[Jérémy]
Manque de lucidité
Ce monde comme un cauchemar
Trop tard, couche-tard, grosse star
J'ai peur; Ed Sheeran sur YouYube a passé le milliard
Ouais, c'est là les idoles qu'on mérite
Vite, quand est-ce qu'on hérite ? Mais qu'est-ce qu'on est riches !
Vite un bateau pour niquer les récifs
Tous ces salauds qui nous rendent agressifs

Faudrait que j'apprenne à gager
Les choses que j'aime pour me ménager
Dégager
Je traite en respect les gens que j'aime
Les autres j'essaye je sais mais c'est pas gagné
Faut forcer, s'efforcer, sans heurter
Mais c'est comme un coup de poing
Œil pour œil et tous pour un
Tous pourraves, tous déglingues
Tout s'chourave, ce monde de dingues
Quand je dis que je baise les élites
Quand je rappe je brille au zénith
Chanter quelque part en France
Et sortir de l'indifférence

[Florent]
À prendre mes distances j'espace le temps
Face au soleil levant, la lune au clair
J'observe la Terre
On y distingue des regrets
Le passé nous dit que c'est pas pareil
L'été s'achève et les chansons subsistent en rêves
Enfant je rêvais de potes honnêtes
C'est exaucé depuis belle lurette
Maintenant je rendrai tout ce qu'on me prête
Tout ce qu'on me prête
[Jérémy]
J'aimerais bien être autre chose qu'un putain d'marginal
Mais je me rangerai jamais non plus
Checker des mains pour finir sur Canal
C'est toute cette rage que je recrache pour finir à la barre
Ce monde de merde n'est plus qu'un immense tribunal

[Florent]
J'ai fini la bouteille mamène
Tant pis demain je me réveille quand même
Ce monde est comme un nid d'abeilles
Inadapté je capte pas les ondes du dream d'oseille
J'ai fini la bouteille mamène
Tant pis demain le soleil se lève
J'ai fini la bouteille mamène
Tant pis demain je me réveille quand même
Tant pis demain je me réveille quand même
Tant pis demain je me réveille
Tant mieux demain je me réveille

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Trippie Bedd by WHYTETRASH lyrics

Trippie Bedd

WHYTETRASH

GENRE

Rap

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Bitch you wasting time with these fucking ass trifling ass fucking hoes
She fucked your man, now your racking up his fucking clothes?
Call me when you're down, I'll beat that ass like Mayweather
'Cause trust me I'm that bitch
I'll grab that lace, you wear the leather

Listen lil lady I made this really fucked song
Maybe later hit the club and smoke some hookah or some bong
Long dick? No! Bitch you're acting wrong
Let me bless you with this pussy
No more lame ass fucking dong

I'll make you cum and scream
Like some crashing rain and thunder
I'll sneak up on that ass
I'ma snap and go down under

Ice that body up, we gon get real fucking nasty
Don't believe me, bitch?
Shit just watch me like I'm fucking Gatsby

Bitch you wasting time with these fucking ass trifling ass fucking hoes
She fucked your man, now your racking up his fucking clothes?
Call me when you're down, I'll beat that ass like Mayweather
'Cause trust me I'm that bitch
I'll grab that lace, you wear the leather

Fuck that hoe, let's hit the night Pent
Ya bitch lookin' little like Superman Kent
Ain't got shit on me, Ha!
Look how much I spent
The shirt I'm wearing now's worth more than his fucking rent

Fuck ya man
That bitch is hella beta
If you give me a real chance
I'll make you scream like we're Al-qaeda

Now you see my side
Welcome to my fucking show
Let me treat you good and right
Snort some coke and hit that blow

Bitch you wasting time with these fucking ass trifling ass fucking hoes
She fucked your man, now your racking up his fucking clothes?
Call me when you're down, I'll beat that ass like Mayweather
'Cause trust me I'm that bitch
I'll grab that lace, you wear the leather

Bitch you wasting time with these fucking ass trifling ass fucking hoes
She fucked your man, now you'r racking up his fucking clothes?
Text me day or night
Or when you're down or under weather
Trust me I'm a pro, I got that skill
I'll make you feel like never better

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Love Like That by Ycee lyrics

Love Like That

Ycee

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro]
Badder than
Ain't nobody badder tha-an
Ain't nobody badder than
I don't wanna fight the faaaact
Who gon love me like that?

[Chorus]
I don't wanna fight the fact
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
You gon love me like that (Ouu)
I don't wanna fight the fact
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
You gon love me like that (Ouu)

[Post-Chorus]
Tori bo se wan bai wan bai wan bai wan bai
Anything you want girl we go buy
Anywhere you want girl we go fly
Tori bo se wan bai wan bai wan bai wan bai
Anything you want girl we go buy
Anywhere you want girl we go fly

[Verse 1]
Come be mine
Girl no denying
Your body so fine
Blow my mind every time
Don't be late
Your style is so wavy
Come sit on my face
Wan give you my babies
Oh my baby
I'm here now
No holding back no (no holding back)
No holding back no (no holding baaack)
No holding baack oh ay
So baby
I really don't need that no
Girl you know I don't need that no
Baby girl I don't need thaaat ay

[Chorus]
I don't wanna fight the fact
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
You gon love me like that (Ouu)
I don't wanna fight the fact
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
Who's gon love me like that? (Not You)
You gon love me like that (Ouu)

[Post-Chorus]
Tori bo se wan bai wan bai wan bai wan bai
Anything you want girl we go buy
Anywhere you want girl we go fly
Tori bo se wan bai wan bai wan bai wan bai
Anything you want girl we go buy
Anywhere you want girl we go fly

[Verse 2]
Yo everything lock arff
Your ex man turn off
He fuck up
I can understand why he caught up
I dey kampe sundown till sun up
We good - if he got mind make he run up
Me and my gang we dey run everyday
And you know say na loud when we burn Mary Jay
You should pass me your love like this was a relay
You're the one for me understand what I say ay

[Chorus]
I don't wanna fight the fact
Who gon love me like that
Who gon love me like that
You gon love me like that
I don't wanna fight the fact that
Only you can love me like that
(Who gon love me like that)
(You gon love me like that)
I don't wanna fight the fact
Who's gon love me like that?
Who's gon love me like that?
You gon love me like that
I don't wanna fight the fact
Who's gon love me like that?
Who's gon love me like that?
You gon love me like that

[Post-Chorus]
Tori bo se wan bai wan bai wan bai wan bai
Anything you want girl we go buy
Anywhere you want girl we go fly

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Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again [Live at JFK Stadium, Philadelphia, PA, July 7, 1989] by The Grateful Dead lyrics

Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again [Live at JFK Stadium, Philadelphia, PA, July 7, 1989]

The Grateful Dead

GENRE

Country, Pop, Rock

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Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk
And the ladies treat me kindly
And they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Verse 2]
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me wеll
And I would send a message
To find out if shе's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Verse 3]
Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine
And I said, "Oh, I didn't know that
But then again, there's only one I've met
And he just smoked my eyelids
And punched my cigarette"

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Verse 4]
Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks
Now everybody still laughs about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he'd build a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 5]
Now the senator came down here
Showing everyone his gun
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son
And me, I nearly got busted
And wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck?

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Is this really the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Verse 6]
Now the tea preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest
But he cursed me when I proved to him
Then I whispered, said, "Not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied"

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Verse 7]
Now the rainman gave me two cures
Then he said, "Jump right in"
The first was Texas medicine
The second was just railroad gin
And like a fool I mixed them
And it strangled up my mind
Now people just get uglier
And I have no sense of time

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Verse 8]
Now when Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon
And I say, "Aw, come on now
You know you know about my debutante"
And she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want"

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Verse 9]
Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly
It all seems so well timed
And here I sit so patiently
Trying to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this be the end?
To be stuck here inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck here inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

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