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Friday, July 30, 2021

Lightning by Ready the Prince lyrics

Lightning

Ready the Prince

GENRE
[Verse 1]
I’m distraught but guess what
Minds left out all the feelings so far
There’s nothing but rain in this place
And minds freaked out

[Chorus]
I feel like the lightning
Lightning strikes again
Caught in the elements it’s in his head
I feel like the lighting
Crashing down again
Flooded with loneliness it’s in his head

[Verse 2]
All the stress and cocaine
Minds cry out till the minute you break
I'm lying awake the sky fades
And minds fucked up

[Chorus]
I feel like the lightning
Lightning strikes again
Caught in the elements it’s in his head
I feel like the lighting
Crashing down again
Floodеd with hopelessness it’s in his hеad
[Bridge]
A slave to the darkness
And he’s my only friend

[Chorus]
I feel like the lighting
Lighting strikes again
Caught in the elements it’s in his head
It’s here like it never left
Crashing down again
Flooded with loneliness it’s in his head

[Outro]
It’s in his head
It's in his head
It's in his head
It's in his head
It's in his head
It's in-

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Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Flexx by LMR lyrics

Flexx

LMR

GENRE
Rap
(Fuck You Lamar)

[Hook]
Flex on these niggas
Yeah Ima flex on these bitches
Gotta get ready uzi 20 minutes
Want pearly whites
Think I need a new dentist
Ima keep winning
From start to the finish
My shoes expensive don’t step on the tennis
I drink my juice but I can’t be no menace
Ima still flex nigga fuck this pandemic

[Verse: L.M.R]
Step in this bitch got the yeezys
This beat hit hard like it’s Chris Breezy
On a good day a nigga be cheesing
Fuck on a hoe now I got the girl leaking
UH
Yeah I’m trynna get that LOUIS V
NIKE checks yeah they all ovеr me
Fuck these hoеs
Ima keep doing me
Ima keep doing me
Bitch ain’t no stopping me
Got two plans A&B
Like I’m on honor-ole
Up in the kitchen
Ma whipping that Casserole
Don’t you open up that window
Like it’s antidote
23 up on my feet
Cause he is the goat
Cold like Minnesota
Bitch Ima have to grab a coat
Bitch I’m feeling so good
Cause a nigga got some throat
Feeling like Kodak
Cause I wanna drive the boat
Feeling like I’m watching IT
Cause on the beat I float

If I got time for you
Then that shit means you my nigga foreal
Treat me how you want to be treated
If you mess up
You’ll regret it foreal
Up in my car
Listening to 2PAC and JODECI
How does it feel
Niggas gone want a piece of your pie
Like bitch what’s the deal
[Hook]
Flex on these niggas
Yeah Ima flex on these bitches
Gotta get ready uzi 20 minutes
Want pearly whites
Think I need a new dentist
Ima keep winning
From start to the finish
My shoes expensive don’t step on the tennis (Yeah)
I drink my juice but I can’t be no menace
Ima still flex nigga fuck this pandemic

[Verse: Baby E The Prince]
Man they got me all the way fucked up

Yeah it’s Cozi
Yeah I’m the flow
All of my niggas we flex like the hulk
All of y’all niggas be standing like a cult
They got the sprite but we got the coke
I don’t even tell all these niggas to choke
All of my niggas we hit up them folks
All of my shottas we go through the door
All of my niggas we stay on the gloat
Y’all niggas stay on the floor
Bitch imma get some heads
I got me some bands
I got me another with brands
She always hogging fan
She bodied them man
She got to the plan
We always flexing when we can
We always demanded the land
I love it but damn
But love is a strain
But ima get me some meds
Bitch ima get me them breads

I feel like I’m home
Y’all don’t even lay on the stone
Bitch ima stay on the grown
I’m staying I’m king
I’m staying fucking the throne
Bitches be saying they throwed
I’m good as that
Y’all lovers been stashed
You niggas be rats
My heart into that
My heart is a black
Y’all noses is flat
Bringing it back
I pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap

[Hook]
Flex on these niggas
Yeah Ima flex on these bitches
Gotta get ready uzi 20 minutes
Want pearly whites
Think I need a new dentist
Ima keep winning
From start to the finish
My shoes expensive don’t step on the tennis
I drink my juice but I can’t be no menace
Ima still flex nigga fuck this pandemic

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Tuesday, August 10, 2021

Cross Over by Pluffaduff lyrics

Cross Over

Pluffaduff

GENRE
Pop
Each movement, or vibrations [?]
The speed in which the soundwaves move depends upon the medium which they pass
So far, we've seen how soundwaves are produced
Next, we'll identify the auditory effects of musical sound:
Loudness, pitch... and quality

Into the flame, into the fire
With no regard for a thing
Fuck that, I'm the Lord of the Game
I rule this empire
I am the God of Hellfire!
Lord of the Game
Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt
'Causе no one has came evеn close to the train
(Harder, better, faster, stronger)
Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher
Than anything seen in your entire
Life spent in chains, sonic live wire
Electrified rain from the lips of the driver
Whippin' the wheel
Flippin' donuts to peel
Out on the face of the base; where's my lighter?
Need it to kill one more, and chill while I feel it so much
My gut burns like the tires (Harder, better, faster, stronger)
Movin' this movement of real shit inspired
By all that has come before this and was done
For the real ones packin' real guns loaded with power
Shower the slums with power from the war
Marching drums that have come to devour
The weakness that runs when we come
(Fuckin' cowards)
(Work it, work it, work it, work it harder, better, faster, stronger)

[Mr Oizo - Nazis (Justice Remix) noises]

That shit cray

She said, "Ye, can we get married at the mall?"
I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all"
(Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain't it, Jay?
(B-ball so hard) What she order, fish fillet?
(B-ball so hard) "Your whip so cold" – this old thing?
(Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever be around mothafuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab my hand
Fuck that bitch; she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French, but I'm in France, ahah, I'm just sayin'
Prince Williams ain't do it right if you ask me
'Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley
What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis, my killer?
What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest 'cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh

Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
More than ever, hour after hour
Work is never over
Work it, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
More than ever, hour after hour
Work is never over
Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
More than ever, hour after hour
Work is never over

Do the D.A.N.C.E
One, two, three, four, five
Stick to the B.E.A.T
Get ready to ignite
You were such a P.Y.T. (Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha)
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C
That's how you make it right (Feel good)

City's breaking down on a camel's back
They just have to go, 'cause they don't know wack
So while you fill the streets, it's appealing to see
And you won't get out the county 'cause you're damned and free
You got a new horizon, its ephemeral style
A melancholy town where we never smile
And all I wanna hear is the message beep
My dreams, they got her kissing 'cause I don't get to sleep, no

Fergalicious definition, make the boys go loco
They want my treasures so they get their pleasures from my photo
You can see me, you can squeeze me
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy
I got reasons why I tease 'em
Boys just come and go like seasons

Fergalicious (So delicious)
But, I ain't promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (Muah!)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block
Just to watch what I got (So delicious)

Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street
Gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Kicking your can
All over the place, singing

We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you

Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street
Gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face
You big disgrace
Waving your banner
All over the place

We will, we will rock you (Sing it out)
We will, we will rock you, rock you, rock you

[?] determines its quality
Quality comes with reconising the characteristic sounds of various instruments
So we sampled a few out of the multitude of sounds in our environment
And study the meetings of loudness, pitch, and quality
From the vast number of vibrations of the interpretive sound, you may gather a wealth of [?]... and enjoyment

Human, human, human after all
Human, human, human after all
Human, human, human after all
Human, human, human after all
Human, human, human after all
Human, human, human after all

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Thursday, May 20, 2021

Chit Chat by Token lyrics

Chit Chat

Token

GENRE
Rap
[Intro]
You ready?
(Oh my God, Ronny)

[Verse 1]
Sit on the couch, ho
Pimp shit intro to outro
Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinking I might choke
Drink like Cinco de Mayo
Tints on the ride home, bitch I’ve been tryna hide
Pop shit like Prince or a Michael
All white whip, it’s albino
By no means I’ma quit, I’ma die on top
Pop pop to the enemy
Shop with a cop-cop tendency
Hot like I got-got felony
Gotta to be a dog - top, top, top pedigree
Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine
While my opener on, right-right in front of me
Gotta fuck three for the night to be fun to me
Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me
Homie is the best - strap to your chest like, like dungaree
Enemy - I hold smoke, bro I’m chim-chimney
I’m Soho living but I’m homegrown mentally
I’m so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me-
My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his timbs Timothy
A boatload of women like we’re going on a trip
Don’t trip 'cause my bro’s clip so so finicky
The slowmo fucking with the cold-cold Hennessy
Put me to sleep like when KC and JoJo sing to me

[Chorus]
“What the fuck?”
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat; I’m rich (Fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
When she gets to topping, I big-Mac the bitch (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I'm rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

[Verse 2]
She fuck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh
I gotta repeat if she freak-freak uh-huh
I never cheat-cheat but I see three of them
T-T, she call me T, I’m the boss and shit
Pray to that motherfucker like it’s a cross and shit
G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and shit
Smack that ass, now it’s redder than some MAGA shit
Stunting like my daddy when I’m snapping at the mic
Trigger-happy, kitty catty on my lap, I got the mice
Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K, and that’s light
Baby, did you really make a inde milli? That’s right
All the women pretty, more petty than that
Chameleon with everything because I really adapt
I line them up and I’m like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone
Head to head to head to head to head to head to head
Treat the homie like a bread knife, break bread
I be tryna count the bread till I’m braindead
Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said
Baby I ain’t from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head
Head of the bank offices
Credit with great confidence
Bouta cop the presidential, I never debate politics
Henny- I’m eight bottles in
Baby, I’m faded, take me to bed where the runway model is
Fuck, what time is it? 'Cause

[Chorus]
“What the fuck?”
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat; I’m rich (Fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
When she gets to topping, I big-Mac the bitch (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I'm rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

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