Pop Xir – Infected19 Lyrics

Today, my sunny days become darkness
I suffer from pain, cough (Oh, Oh)
And coldness
I-I-I can’t breathe hardly
Symptoms of viral infections workin’ on my body
Down with nothin’ to remember,
I’m desperately
I-I-I thought I was the one who was being infected
Included the lock down city
People panic of these damn NCOV19 diseases
That strike me so deadly
Everywhere I go, I heard a news
On the Internet, Radio and TV
It was the main of China
Followed by South Korea, Philippine to Italy
Shutting down the Hollywood in the USA
Millions of people who are being stranded
Thousands of children who are
On the process of recovery
Hundreds of cancelled works, I ain’t no money
Lord, Heal our land from hunger and scary

Chorus:
Oh God, Lay your hands on me
We are infected
Hear my cry as I pray
We are infected
We war for the enemy
We are infected
Now I’m strong,
‘cuz you’re with me
We are infected

Now I’m alone, hiding in my room
Sick, tired, I’m killed by my own boredome
Looking outside, walking by my side
So terrifying place I see
Like a ghost town
Our government thinkin’ what to do
Planned to solve these virus,
How to shoot it down
Police officer staying in the alley
We are trap at home like a cat and doggy

No more COVID transmission
If we stay at home for a mission
No more dying people,
We’re deserving to live on

Chorus:
Oh God, Lay your hands on me
We are infected
Hear my cry as I pray
We are infected
We war for the enemy
We are infected
Now I’m strong,
‘cuz you’re with me
We are infected

Laban lang tayo pilipinas
Gagaling tayo sa ating dinaranas
China striving and controlling the battle
Asian Middle East could feel our shake and rattle
Europe country tryin’ to figure it out
USA scientist do the research of medicine
without no doubt
Germany and Russian tryin’ to heal this messed
And let the whole world re-unite
Strong enough to fight, to win and conquer these
My rap defines viral meaningful,
we ain’t no peace
Politics, society, industry
People and I, Oh God help me please
Our church closed, everyone feels that crisis
Hearin’ you and I sing you a praises
Your power from heaven can kill these diseases
Let my soul have courage and become bless
I promise, I do good
‘cuz you are my permanent happiness

Chorus:
Oh God, Lay your hands on me
We are infected
Hear my cry as I pray
We are infected
We war for the enemy
We are infected
Now I’m strong,
‘cuz you’re with me
We are infected

Gaab – Brisa Demais Lyrics

[Intro]
Era uma vez, era uma vez
Um menino que gostava de uma menina
E aí um gostava do outro…

[Refrão]
Ela brisa demais, pensa demais
E quando eu falo não quer nem me ouvir
Ela tá achando e achando demais
Ela é linda demais, é
Pika demais
Pra que ficar andando por aí?
Chega desses rolezinhos banais

[Verso 1]
Acha que o mundo é um parquinho
Roda igual roda-gigante
Prepara seu piquenique
Hora de comer seu lanche
Não quer mais, joga no lixo
Toma seu refrigerante
Morde todo canudinho
Como se fosse crocante
Ela é uma deusa grega
Ate-na Grécia é importante
Anda com gente pequena
Mas ela é bem gigante
Ela não usa a cabeça
Não pensa mais como antes
Tá sol, mas leva a jaqueta
Pode esfriar num instante

[Refrão]
Ela brisa demais, pensa demais
E quando eu falo não quer nem me ouvir
Ela tá achando e achando demais
Ela é linda demais, é
Pika demais
Pra que ficar andando por aí?
Chega desses rolezinhos banais

[Verso 2]
Ela sabe muito bem
Ela sabe muito bem
Soma quem ela anda e não dá ninguém
Ela não é mais neném
Ela não é mais neném
Mas parece que o líquido retém
Tô falando português
Tô falando português
Será que ela entende se eu falar inglês?
Baby, I hope you understand
Baby, I hope you understand
You don’t need any money, you don’t need any man
Ela sabe muito bem
Ela sabe muito bem
Soma quem ela anda e não dá ninguém
Ela não é mais neném
Ela não é mais neném
Mas parece que o líquido retém
Tô falando português
Tô falando português
Será que ela entende se eu falar inglês?
Baby, I hope you understand
Baby, I hope you understand
You don’t need any money, you don’t need any man

Consolidated – Crackhouse Lyrics

Crack MC:
They say they can’t convict
Though they’re known to be strict
Mistook my people for the ones to be hit
Startin’ crimes of passion
Flames and ash and murder passing hand to hand
Car to car they done gone too far
Stop where you are the cops are at war
With the B to the L to the A to the C to the K
We ain’t selling no rocks today
I’m breaking glass for the black man’s plight
Gonna burn and loot as proof to the whites
They can’t take advantage
We can do damage
Thought they could manage our sense of the real
So now the King was the god damned defendant
Cops with the Klan bent were just in their bust
They can beat you to the fullest extent of the lengths of their clubs
Peace and love in god we trust
Don’t fuss with the negro pros at dissecting the plotting
That many years ago made niggas pick cotton
And shamed us aimed us out of our orbit
But never explored it to sue the red, white and blue
Voluntary manslaughter killed the father raped the daughter
Bust this to the youth and trust this to be truth
We’re choking on a culture that circles like vultures
Putting slaves in their graves as unemployed leftovers
Yeah gangs have sprung from the work that you
Who worship the cursed red, white and blue
Have done to the kid in your bid to get ahead
Now rocks gonna roll for green black and red
Riot they gon’ buy it
Now this black generation done been to patient
Thelma and Louise this whole damn nation and let’s just all act up
They used logic for the projects like they housing cattle
Bush’s point of light done ignited my battle
’cause my people getting burned
And there’s nowhere to turn
There’s a gun to your head, G
When do you learn?

Riot
Bring ’em to the Crackhouse
Let’s have a riot
Welcome to the Crackhouse

Twelve years of Bush and Reagan
No opportunity cuts and social spending
Poverty line poor and homeless sinking
Calling out the army and blaming the victim
Every inner city’s a crack-house
And every American TV’s on you bet it’s a blackout
No health care, jobs or housing visualize plebiscide 2000
There’s no logic reason or rhyme
Just black on black on brown on yellow crime
Aids in the house you can’t escape
With no condoms for kids no sex education
Government withhold potential drugs
So you drive to the crack-house and buy it from street thugs
No hope for the hopeless, no power for the powerless
Total confusion look at life through an hourglass
Violence is never an answer it’s a question
What does it take to get media attention
Are people really ready for truth
Now that the chickens have all come home to roost
And the leadership patience and quiet
But it’s too late for empty rhetoric it’s a riot

Welcome to the Crackhouse
This is a riot

We need crack in L.A. (the land?)

Crack MC:
I’m sorry Rodney, but I just can’t stop
I’m the C to the R to the A to the C to the K
Double up raps is haps I say
Spray the whole damn block my rock is dominating
Got a base head lock on this spaced out nation
Project glass pipe’s been the best thing tried
Got us tight boxed in rollers on all sides
Feeding black paranoia that can throw you around a bit
USA can’t say they ain’t down with it
Leading the attack of the killer Caucasians
Now they trying to persuade us sweep it under the rug
Getting action from Jesse Jackson ’bout being upset
But bet he ain’t living on drugs
He’s just simping ’cause he pimping as a politician
Shooting off his mouth but the fire is missing
‘Cause he’s turning his back on the blacks going crazy
Telling us to vote that’s a quote like we’re lazy
Instead of oppressed by a stressed population
That maimed and then blamed blacks with no reparations
Got no education thought the nation was dumb
Kept us poor and ignored till we pick up a gun
And defend our lives like the men so wise that
We are band together as a gang and then swang
Do your thang in the middle of the night
While I try to teach the devil about wrong and right
‘Cause it’s beyond his comprehension
So some schooling’s attempted
The usual lies that you hear are preempted
Been shot in the back for the fact that they’re whack
Believe not a word that you’ve heard about that
‘Cause crack is being sold like candy
Better go call up Barney and Andy
Tell them that Mayberry’s under siege
CRACK MC done hooked Opie!

Riot
Welcome to the Crackhouse
I wanna riot
Bring ’em to the Crackhouse
Let’s have a riot

Blacc Zacc – Stna Lyrics (feat. Cook Laflare)

[Intro: Cook LaFlare]
This money man
This money just comin’ in man
Ayy, fast fast, ayy
Ayy, foreign whip go fast fast, ayy
They think they poppin’, I’m gettin’ the last laugh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, fast cash, ayy
I’m hittin’ the scene, I’m gettin’ that fast cash, ayy, ayy
Think I’m last laugh, ayy, ayy
Ayy, fast fast, ayy
Ayy, foreign whip go fast fast, ayy

[Chorus: Cook LaFlare]
It’s a new world, call it jugg USA
I got a lot of clients like the STNA
I pour a four up of that Morton ’cause that codeine delicious
These broke birds all thick, they lovin’ hip hop bitches
They tryna spend my bag
I just give that bitch some dick and tell her get in her bag
If that bitch real she might get them paper tags
Ayy, ayy, I’m gon’ get the last laugh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Cook LaFlare]
I was broke as f**k, them hoes ain’t f**k with us
Now my pockets up, them hoes can’t speak to us
Now it’s model hoes, them hoes is week to us
We don’t f**k with broke bitches, them hoes can’t leech off us
Disrespect me, come see your parents, this shit get deep with us
We took off on them f**k niggas hatin’, they didn’t believe in us
Sip that codeine straight out the bottle, I didn’t need the cup
My bitch done leveled up on her friends, and now she so in love
Cold cold cold cold cold cold world
I’m just floating on my wave like the black pearl
Ayy, when it’s my time, I hope god take my soul
I know niggas coming home who was up the road

[Chorus: Cook LaFlare]
It’s a new world, call it jugg USA
I got a lot of clients like the STNA
I pour a four up of that Morton ’cause that codeine delicious
These broke birds all thick, they lovin’ hip hop bitches
They tryna spend my bag
I just give that bitch some dick and tell her get in her bag
If that bitch real she might get them paper tags
Ayy, ayy, I’m gon’ get the last laugh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I got a bad yellow bitch, she got an ass like Deelishis
Strap a brick up on her tit and put that ho on a mission
Pour a four up out that pint, I’m tryna f**k up my kidneys
On the perc ten, got a nigga tweakin’ and itchin’
She tryna spend my bag
If that bitch real she might get a brand new Jag
It ain’t nothin’, ten thousand on a Birkin bag
I got all this cash ayy, foreign whip go fast ayy
Spent two hundred cash ayy, ayy, ayy
We was broke as f**k, now nigga look at us
Sprintin’ to them racks, I had to run it up
Think I signed with DJ Khaled, all these keys with us
They was talkin’ down but now they wanna be with us

[Chorus: Cook LaFlare]
It’s a new world, call it jugg USA
I got a lot of clients like the STNA
I pour a four up of that Morton ’cause that codeine delicious
These broke birds all thick, they lovin’ hip hop bitches
They tryna spend my bag
I just give that bitch some dick and tell her get in her bag
If that bitch real she might get them paper tags
Ayy, ayy, I’m gon’ get the last laugh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Trepac – Trivia Lyrics

[Intro]
You see I rememberede back then
As I reached back into that unlimited reservoir of consciousness
That the word “knowledge” is the most powerful thing that I can grasp
And then I learned, that not only that knowledge was the oozes that empowered me
All the things they told me when I was coming up
That what you wanna do won’t hurt you, was true
—???—
I found out that the more you know, you find out how little you do know

[Vers 1]
Jeg ved at 60% af kroppen er vand
Jeg ved at man ka’ dø af en knust hjerte I dobbelt forstand
Jeg ved at solen brænder ud en, li’som os
Jeg ved at universets centrum er USA
Jeg ved at man ikk’ ka’ slik’ sin egen albue uanset hvor hårdt man prøver
Jeg ved at coke gir’ energi, jeg ved at hash det sløver
Jeg ved jeg glemmer ting igen og igen
Jeg ved at mænd tænder på kvinder, kvinder tænder på penge
Jeg ved 9/11 aldrig helt blev undersøgt
Jeg ved at mennesker og delfiner dyrker sex på grund af lyst
Jeg ved at lige meget hvor langt man når, så når man ikk’ til verdens ende
Jeg ved en hemmelighed ikk’ er hemmelig særlig længe
Jeg ved at hjertet stopper kort hver gang jeg nyser
Jeg ved det’ solens refleksion der gør at månen lyser
Jeg ved at verdens ledere har lagt en skræmmende plan
Jeg ved at alle lyver mindst to gange om dagen
Jeg ved et monokulturelt samfund falder sammen
Jeg ved der ikk’ findes mennesker der’ andenrangs
Jeg ved at nogen de vil lukke hver en landegrænse
Jeg ved der flere svin end mennesker I Dannevang
Jeg ved det’ let at glemme
Jeg ved man forbrænder 60 kalorier ved orgasme, 7 hvis man faker den
Jeg ved at alkohol er skadeligt, jeg ved det’ pissefedt at være fuld
Jeg ved ikk’ alt ska’ tages bogstaveligt
Jeg ved det løber tør for olie vi ka’ bruge af
Jeg ved ubrugelig viden af og til er go’ at ha’
Jeg ved 2Pac er død, jeg ved ikk’ hvem der skød
Jeg ved det’ go’ stil at hjælpe hver en ven I nød
Jeg ved musik er sjæleføde, jeg ved jeg rapper fedt
Jeg ved religion er løgn, jeg ved at krig er latterligt
Jeg ved et radiohit må vare tre minutter, ikk’ mer’
Så jeg slutter det her, ja jeg slutter det her

[Outro]
I’m sittin’ alone like a broken man
I served mine time doing the best I can
Walls and bars they surround me
But I don’t want no sympathy

Zarastruta – Sem Final Lyrics (feat. Thegust Mc’s)

[Intro: Don]
Ei, eu quero só você pra mim
Vem, amaciar meu ego um pouquinho, vem
O lucro só depende de mim e nós sempre no sapato

[Verso 1: Bigu]
Um pedaço do céu eu to guardando no bolso
Eu to voando tão baixo, que nem mesmo te ouço
Me perco e te acho, lapidando um tesouro
Faço ouro tão fácil que me chamam de
Pirata cortando o asfalto contra o tempo
Minha linda, você me conhece há pouco tempo
Relaxa e aproveite a droga do momento
E usa pouco o que é bom vicia
Um bom de dia
Pirata cortando o asfalto contra o tempo
Minha linda, você me conhece ha pouco tempo
Relaxa e aproveite a droga do momento
Usa pouco o que é bom vicia
Um bom de dia

[Verso 2: Jean Tassy]
Ja to louco de Dreher, quem que induz?
Tu pelada na cama vira lustre
Só coloca mais uma do Ray Charles, que hoje eu ja to me sentindo Chet Baker
Acordei pra gravar mais um take num jogo de cegos que eu ja sei que precisam de mim
Mais do que você pra entrar no campo com mais sede
Quero ta com o bolso tão gordo quanto o seu olho gordo pra mim
Deixo o dedo do meio pros mais tolos que tentaram atrapalhar o meu caminho
Quem que enxerga?
Não julgue-me, entenda-me
Mesmo que o jogo te engana, ou engana-me, completa-me e siga, que o fim está próximo

[Verso 3: Don]
Baby, olha só o que a vida traz
Dinheiro no bolso pra ficar tudo bem
Contribuo nesse inferno mas
Tem muito desgosto pra quem ta pelo bem
A vida é um passe de mágicas
A cena não vai aguentar com tudo que ta por vir
Oh, Yeah!
A bunda dela é demais , quando senta é demais
Eu gosto quando olha para mim

[Verso 4: Maori]
Aquela velha rota à beira mar, que hoje é lenda
E aquele velho livro que a vida escreveu pra nós
Me lembro de cada minuto, de cada cena
E a vida sendo um filme que era estrelado por nós
Aquela velha rota à beira mar, que hoje é lenda
E aquele velho livro que a vida escreveu pra nós
Me lembro de cada minuto, de cada cena
E a vida sendo um filme que era estrelado por nós

[Verso 5: Bigu]
Você por cima o meu ego infla
Te vejo uma ninfa
Nos dois e mais ninguém
Completa minha pinga
Relaxa, só sinta
Fuma um haxa e brinda
Vem, Bem
Sem, Final
Meu limite é infinito
Bem mal
O teu olho tão bonito
Real
Mas eu me sinto esquisito, mas eu minto bem, mas eu minto bem
Mas eu minto
Bem mal
Meu limite é infinito
Final
O teu olho tão bonito
Real
Eu me sinto esquisito, mas eu minto bem, mas eu minto bem
Mas eu minto
Bem mal

[Outro: Don]
Ei, eu quero só você pra mim
Vem, amaciar meu ego um pouquinho, vem
O lucro só depende de mim e nós sempre no sapato
Ei, eu quero só você pra mim
Vem, amaciar meu ego um pouquinho, vem
O lucro só depende de mim e nós sempre no sapato

Dj Alpiste – Ser Superior Lyrics (feat. Rap Sensation & Welington)

Ser Superior
Em nosso mundo existe um ser capaz de nos salvar
Estou falando dele, nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo
A maioria das pessoas sabem disso
Enquanto outras pessoas ignoram o que eu digo
Todo ser humano pode ser feliz
E ter na sua vida tudo aquilo que sempre quis
Mas o amor, o carinho e a compreensão
Estão batendo do lado de fora do seu coração
Se Deus é importante pra nós então por que
Agente corre canta chora ama….
E não sorrir quando ele chama
Se entristece não agradece, sente ódio,desamor
E não sente sua presença, e ainda me preguntam qual é a diferença
Em ter sentimentos perfeitos e não saber usar, é cantar sem alegrar
Nós somos inteligentes e não sabemos se vamos chegar lá
Rap Sensation, Cacau e James Slim , Dj Alpiste trocando idéia por aqui… e ai
Refrão
Todos querem ter um nome bem bonito
(Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo) 2X
Nós caminhamos, subimos, descemos escadas
Temos tudo mas com ele nunca, nunca dividimos nada
Se está riste coloca a culpa nele
Você sorrir e não deixa ele participar
Aonde está o amor dessas pessoas que só pensam em maldades
Faz o que os outros ordenam discipulos, mas nãoi faz o que ele te pede com tanta, com tanta humildade,coragem sendo que ele te deseja
Se sobe na vida, pisa nas pessoas menos favorecidas
Se não sobe descarrega sobre elas sua ira
Quebra galhos pra quem usa pra quem já te ofendeu
Mas ´~ao tira os espinhos da testa do Filho de Deus
Não reclama se sua vida é farta
E se a vida dele foi tão triste
Meu amigor realmente foi por nossa causa
Então pare, pense de uma só pausa
E leve coisas boas pra dentro de sua alma
Rap Sensation, Dj Alpiste velha escola novamente unidos
È nós aqui envolvidos
Refrão
Religiões no mundo existe diversas
Mas só JEsus é capaz de indicar a mais certa
Ou então meu amigo isso e problema seu
Acreditar ou não, ter ou não ter razão
Eu não sei, ou achar isso tudo uma coisa muito estranha
Tenha certeza meu amigo que a fé remove montanhas
Deus um dia nos disse bem assim
Faça a sua parte que eu ajudarei
A falta de união entre nossos corações
Talvez seja conseqüência disso tudo, esses absurdos
Hoje em dia aqui no nosso mundo
Aqui no nosso mundo
Refrão

Dion – Queen Of The Hop Lyrics

Well, you can talk about your Julie and your Peggy Sue
You can keep your Miss Molly and your Mary Lou
Can your prom do the chicken or doin’ the bop?
I got a girl they call the queen of the hop

(chorus)
Oh well I love my queen
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that’s my queen
Well, she wears short shorts and a rock ‘n roll shoes
You ought to see her dance to the yellow dog blues
She’s my sugar time baby, I’m her lollipop
An’ everybody knows I love my queen of de hop

(chorus)
Oh well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin’ ‘cross the USA
She don’t care ’bout a thing ‘ceptin rock ‘n roll
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll. yeah
– – – – – – –
Well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin’ ‘cross the USA
She don’t care ’bout a thing ‘ceptin’ rock and roll
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll

(chorus)
Well, that’s my queen
Yes, that’s my queen
Oh, well that’s my queen
Yes, that’s my queen

Ten Typ Mes – Z Tym, Co W Sobie Mam Lyrics

[Intro]
Stereotypy, kopnijcie akompaniament
Hej, witamy na dorocznym festiwalu dobrej energii
Ha, ha, też ją mam!

[Zwrotka 1]
Zawiódł, mnie kumpel, powiedział mi że jestem tym
Co złamał zasady i dla niego odpadł z gry
Nie ma zgody między nami co do sprawy tej
Nie chce mi się o tym myśleć, czy aby nie
Przyjdzie dzisiaj list od zioma zza krat
f**k, same rachunki w jeden dzień za prąd i gaz
SMS przychodzi , może dobra wieść
„Spóźnia mi się okres” – a gdzie „Piotrek cześć”?
Paranoja, bo ledwo niewiastę znam
Żaden ze mnie zuch, choć mam zastęp dam
Brzuch zaczyna boleć jak dekadę temu
Zdanie do następnej klasy było największym z problemów
Przyklejam uśmiech, jakbym był z USA
W taki dzień, co się od początku psuje sam
Wynajduję drobne, choć nie lubię brzęczeć
Zamienię je na Desperados i jakoś to będzie

[Ref.]
Z tym, co w sobie mam, nie przydarzy się
Nic gorszego, niż to co znam
Nic gorszego, niż to co ty (to, co wiem)
Z tym, co w sobie mam
Gorycz, żar i gniew
Zdołam przekłuć na mój zwycięski dzień
Z tym, co w sobie mam
Z tym, co w sobie mam

[Zwrotka 2]
Normalnie wściekałbym się i wpadał w furię
Urządzał awantury nie lada
A dziś chcę zapomnieć o tych porażkach
Nie popsuje mi dnia żaden kasztan
I gdy przejdę obok, ty mnie nie trącaj
Nie wymagam wiele, chcę trochę słońca
Skrzyknę kolegów i chodźmy do parku
Stasiak sprzeda parę nowszych żartów
Pjus mi przypomni czym jest nieszczęście
Choć uśmiech na jego twarzy widzę częściej
Muśnie mnie wiatr, ubrudzę się trawą
Krzywo kopnę piłkę, ta wpadnie do stawu
Poczuję się jak mała cząstką przyrody
Wyfruną z głowy powody rozstań, porody
Bo z tym, co w sobie mam czeka mnie
Coś innego niż upadek, wierzę, że pora na to

[Ref.]

[Brigde]
Żaden kot nie reaguje na moje kici kici
Płyty, których słucham, skaczą jak na złość
Przechodzień dzisiaj każdy, jakby źle mi życzył
W górze ani jednej kiecki, w górze tylko zadarty nos

[Zwrotka 3]
Nie chcę fałszywych ludzi, chcę fałszywych alarmów
Dziewczyno, obyśmy spinali się na darmo
Myśl pogania myśl, każda jest czarna
Tylko dym z cygaretek siwy jak Jim Jarmush
Nagrzesz, wytarmoś, w tym się odnajdę
Bazgrzę linearną opowieść, fajnie
Ale teraz? Nie wiem do kogo modlę się o krew
Czuję bezradność, słyszę śmiech
Boję się być ojcem, wypluj słowo
Sam w pierestrojce wzrastałem bez niego
Czym mam kontynuować ten cykl od nowa?
Boży dar? Boski był tylko Diego

[Ref.]

[Outro x4]
Please send me a message that it was a false alarm!

Giorgio Gaber – L’analisi Lyrics

Beh, credo che sia giunto il momento di riordinare un po’ le idee, di chiarire questo stato confusionale, di mettermi un po’ a posto, sì. Capire, interpretare, fare un po’ di analisi sui sogni, sulla vita, sapere come vivo!
Come sarebbe a dire come vivo? Non si usa più, è roba vecchia. Molto meglio: come mi vivo! Già, io mi vivo, tu ti vivi, lui ti vive… ci si vive, eh!
Il verbo vivere è diventato transitivo. Com’è strano il linguaggio
Sì perché il ruolo… bello anche il ruolo, eh! Voglio dire non vorrei che la mia autonomia, oh mamma l’autonomia… no, voglio dire non vorrei che la mia autonomia fosse per me soltanto un fatto di gratificazione
Quello della gratificazione è un problema di tutti: metalmeccanici, tranvieri, tutti. Io me lo sento proprio sulla pelle come loro. Per fortuna che in questi casi così disperati ci sono gli amici. Sì, La psicoanalisi si espande, sta diventando un potere: il potere analitico
Incontri uno, non ci si saluta neanche più: “Tu come gestisci il suo rapporto con Susanna?”
“Bene”
Lui: “No!”. E intanto è lì che ti studia. E mentre lui lì ti studia, tu c’hai lì la ragazza che è giovane, carina, ti scappa detto un: “Bambina mia…”
E lui: “Ah, lo vedi l’errore, la vivi come figlia, tipico. La vivi come figlia perché ti è mancata la madre parapa-parapa…”
Gli amici analisti ignorano ciò che ignoravano i greci: l’incertezza
Sanno tutto, sicuri e precisi come un corollario ti inquadrano con un’esattezza matematica
A volte vien voglia di vivere in un paese dove la lotteria è la parte principale della realtà
Quando mi sono sposato è stato una lotteria. Poi ho capito a cosa serve la famiglia, non è vero che non serve a niente, la famiglia serve all’analista e non solo in senso economico anche scientifico sì. Se non ci fosse la famiglia che è molto stimolante, eccitante per i sistemi nervosi, l’uomo sarebbe rimasto per l’analista uno sconosciuto, ci sarebbero voluti secoli per capirlo. Invece con la famiglia ‘TACK’ è fatta
Lui la conosce bene, ce l’ha lì ordinata nei suoi scaffali e se hai bisogno vai lì e… ti compri una mamma o un papà come una lavatrice o un frigorifero, un magazzino insomma
Tu vai lì e dici: “Vorrei due uova”. E loro ti danno una mamma. “Io volevo farmele al burro, volevo due uova.” “Sì ma dietro a un uovo c’è sempre una mamma che cova”
E tutti che van via con le stesse mamme, gli stessi papà. Comoda l’analisi e poi ti personalizza, sì. E anch’io ci vado dall’analista, con un po’ di sospetto ma ci vado. E quando sono lì e mi siedo, sprofondo nella poltrona, mi si scioglie tutto e avviene dentro di me quel magico meccanismo che per gli addetti ai lavori si potrebbe chiamare: diarrea cogitativa liberatoria!
“Ho sognato una nave. Eh? Una nave. Perché? Non va bene?”
“Turbe sessuali?”
“Ma no cosa c’entra, era una nave normale me la ricordo bene con una forma… lunga e stretta, sì… a secondo dei punti insomma”
“Come la vivo? Io una nave… la vivo come una nave, cioè voglio dire… ce l’ho sopra andavo in sù e in giù… voglio dire camminavo su questa nave… bianca, bianchissima, vergine… voglio dire pulita, pulita sì, pulita sull’acqua, sì
E anche lei si muoveva… come si muoveva, beh certo tutte le navi si muovono è chiaro. E poi… e poi questa era un bel navone proprio sì… con una poppa! Una poppa sola… strano.”
“No perché lei ha mai visto navi con due poppe?”
“No, certo lei no, sono io che le dovrei vedere, invece non sono mai riuscito a vedere navi con due poppe. Ha ragione. E l’albero, cosa dovrei dire dell’albero… ha ragione, ha ragione, sono un maniaco, un depravato, un maniaco sessuale, lo so anch’io, ha ragione, basta, basta!”
Oppure potrebbe essere tutto l’opposto
Oppure potrebbe essere
Oppure potrebbe
Oppure
Op
Op
Op
Hop, hop
Hop

Kjell Hoglund – Rock Bottom Farm Lyrics

Rock Bottom Farm
I Vermont i USA
Där levde jag en månad utan sprit och utan tjej
Förutom lite hemjäst öl och minnen från New York
En dagsresa ungefär från Rock Bottom Farm

Jag var så trött på liftning
Jag tog en greyhoundbuss
För mina sista slantar
Köpte jag mej skjuts

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Ägaren till ranchen var en västkustmiljonär
Som i förtvivlans mod försökte leka pionjär
Han sökte i naturens sköte livets rena ström
I livmodern hos Moder Jord sin amerikanska dröm

Miljonärens kompanjon var knappast riktigt klok
Han löpte amok med en yxa när det gick på tok
Förmannen var rånare på rymmen från polisen
Och resten dropouts ur dom amerikanska paradisen

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Allt var dömt till undergång på Rock Bottom Farm
Redan syntes högt i skyn en kretsande gam
Rock Bottom Farm bara väntade på tur
En ruttnande tumör i en döende kultur…

Danny Seth – Our City Lyrics (feat. Louis Mattrs)

[Intro]
Uh, tell ’em this what hip hop needs, uh

[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
I grew up in a city
Where they never gave a pity or a f**k
Unless you’re doing grime or UK hip hop
Shit, I guess you’ll never buss
But I was thinking different
Wasn’t off the acid but I always had a vision
How I saw the USA was up for acquisition
So I got a pen and pad and jotted down my proposition, uh
The British Coming
We did it on our own, no help, no nothing
And as far as pulling through for my city
Well, I guess it got me feeling like a plunger
Uh, I wonder if they love me or they hate
Cause of what I’m wearing instead of digesting what I’m saying
The internet, it has a way to make me look good
And my Instagram is looking like a look book
But why the f**k I got more followers on that than on my SoundCloud?
Shit is scary, man, it’s making Suge shook
So I’mma keep my lyrics so clean not even 7 maids will find a speckle of dirt in between
And have the elders playing this shit to their teens and tell em this what hip hop needs

[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight

[Hook: Louis]
I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night
And I ain’t worried bout my sinners
They be riding with me till I die
They see me rollin in the streets
So they know it’s alright
Yeah, I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night, on the block all night

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
This rapping shit, I do it for my city’s sake
And I should be a stylist how I changed the game
Me and the music, we kinda integrate
I drop a couple bars and rappers then disintegrate
Lyrically, I’m punching in a different weight
And f**k the other-side, I serve em like a dinner plate
Anyway, let me continue what I was chatting bout
I had a dream to make it overseas
I called my brother Jesse, got my clothes
And got my bags and started packing now
He told me it would be alright, I listened
Fast forward a couple months and they still doubting
So many ups and downs I feel like I just climbed a mountain
I find it funny how I had a fanbase in the US
Before my own people finding out about me
I guess it bothered me but I just kept writing
Little do my city know I’m tryna make em shine
For longer than a second like some lightning
It’s freighting, the scene up in my city need a viking
To cross the seas and hold the torch up and till it’s dying, it’s quiet
Uh, yeah I swear it’s f**king quiet
So now I got the labels offering
My heart is saying no, my wallet saying let em in
Then I play my tapes, and they saying “where’s the hits?”
And if I hear that one more time I swear to gosh I’m gonna be sick
They tell me justify the music
Tell me what you see
I tell em this what hip hop needs

[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight

Trill House Collective – Underdogs Lyrics

[Intro: Kittim]
Man’s never been in Barryville when it’s shut down, eh? Trus’ me David!

[Hook: Matt] x2
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

[Verse 1: Dom]
We THC and you know that there ain’t nobody triller
We killed it with volume 1, so now we gotta sit shivah
Climbing on the rafters, risking my health
I’m bout go ahead and call shmira on myself
All the campers rap along and you know that they know it
I just spent my whole paycheck at the Makolet
I’m in the Mel, red flagging, and I’m screaming like
(Kittim Sample)
You got pussy like Li*******

[Verse 2: Salo]
Call me the Makolet cause I’m never outta bars
Up in the office like Bill Clinton with cigars
Her pussy so good I’ll risk getting caught by Itai
(Itai) Why do you even try, this is like the fifth time
I’m so smart I f**k your bitch in the gaga pit
You just take her to the motel you can’t do shit
I got more fans than the machsan
Still not enough to cool me down I’m a hot one

[Hook: Matt]
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

[Verse 3: Sam B]
Weinstein thought he got rid of me
We flee on the scene servin feens that green
Chanichim bother me to give them the d
But I say f**k no at least not for free, woah
Red flag takin over like the rat-pack
Snap back stacking racks but a kid about to black now
Back track now
Joined the kitchen now I’m bout to run it like a crack house
f**k that now
UK, USA, with Stern on the beat that’s mayday
Trill House f**king on your dad’s spouse
And I’m bouta steal yo bitch like I’m Yé and you’re Ray J
Verses full of the meanest heat on the street
Dodging shmira like they TYPD
Bonim always pleading for the D too
But if shes in K’fir then i guess I’m in K’fir too

[Hook: Matt]
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Rastamiles – Numbered Lyrics

The days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered
Your days numbered, num numbered, your days numbered
I, I know of a place, where the sun don’t shine and the moon it never wanes
We’ve got to get away, the days numbered in this place
The days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered
Your days numbered, num numbered, your days numbered
I, I know of these men, with the devil inside, and the triple six plan
It’s those congress guys, trying to rule over our lives
But there making days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered, in the USA
The days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered, for hipocracy
The days numbered, num numbered, your days numbered, for the presidency
The days are numbered, num numbered, the days are numbered in Babylon I see, yeah..

Vant – The Answer Lyrics

[Solo]

[Intro]
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Call me
Won’t you call me?
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Can you inform me?
What’s the story?
What’s the answer?

[Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer?
The answer
The answer

[Solo]

[Verse 1]
Chemical conflict 1429 die, die
400 children just let them lie, lie, lie
We can’t interfere in case of criticism
We need another term, not another Afghanistan

[Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer?
The answer
The answer

[Verse 2]
100K is A-OK, it’ll all blow over, what the hell can I say?
1000K well Iraq was Iraq, you know the USA will take and never give back
You’re from England well “Hello there my brother”
Keep sucking my dick, while my friend f**ks your mother

[Outro]
Does that give you the answer?
The answer
The answer
The answer

Vant – America Lyrics

[Verse 1]
America is burning
I read it on TV
I heard it in a book
I felt in on the screen
America is burning
For all the world to see
The right insane, put a bullet through the brain
If you threaten to be free

[Chorus]
USA is burning
USA is burning

[Verse 2]
Britain’s over-turning the iron lady
The one’s that chose the burden are the one’s about to leave

[Pre-Chorus]
White men are evil
From A right through to Z
They’ll bury all our children under the money honey tree

[Chorus]
USA is burning
USA is burning

[Verse 3]
America is dreaming of white supremacy
Korea launched a missile and started World War III
America is dreaming of no democracy
It seems insane, another dream inside a brain
Under the money honey tree

[Bridge]
America
America
America
America
America is burning
America is burning
America is burning
America is burning

[Pre-Chorus]
White men are evil
From A right through to Z
They’ll bury all our children under the money honey tree

[Chorus]
USA is burning
USA is burning
Is burning
Is burning
Is burning

[Outro]
America
America
America
America

Total Chaos – Riot City 2 Lyrics

Riot breaks out everyday
From racism to people’s gain
Bloody riot to fiery hells
Riots a fact that never falls
Riot city – LA
Riot city – USA
Riot city – UK
Riot city – Africa

Let’s riot let’s riot today
Against the police or CIA
Stand up and don’t be quiet
It’s a total f**king riot
Riot city – China
Riot city – Russia
Riot city – Israel
Riot city – Germany

Bello Figo – Ieri Sera Ho Skopato Lyrics

[Intro]

Hello
OOOOOOO no no no scusa scusa
No no no oh
Non ho visto oh, non ho visto la tua chiamata fratello scusa
No stavo facendo una cosa per mia, fica
No no no stavo facendo due tre cose capisci
Stavo facendo una cosa per mia madre ma ora ho finito
Cosa? Centro?
No no no oh vengo io
No no oh non ti muovere vengo io a prenderti
Oh, chiama anche gli altri facciamo tutti una cosa insieme
Siamo tutti amici
Oooohh non ti arrabbiare, oh
Calmati
Calmati
Calmati
Ci vediamo dopo dai fra capisci dai

A ammioddio fiiiighiaaa
Tutti sanno che ho finito

[Hook]
Se mi chiami e rispondo
Se mi vedi, felicio
Giuro oggi son felicio
Ora posso usciro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro

[Verse 1]
Sono un vero negro quindi io scopo duro
Un sacco di fighe bianche mi dicon “Mi piace il tuo cazzo”
Ieri sera tremava tutto come terremoto
I vicini si lamentavano per il casino
Io la scopo da dietro
L’ho scopata da dietro
Bella figa bianca
Bianca culo grosso
Culo, sodo
Sodo come un marmo
Frega un cazzo bello
Lecco pure culo
Uhh, wa
Lecco pure culo
Lei mi fa venire
Con un pompino
Lo sanno che faccio soldi
Quindi tu non mi parli
Lei non usa i denti quindi ho le mani fra i capelli

[Hook]
Se mi chiami e rispondo
Se mi vedi, felicio
Giuro oggi son felicio
Ora posso usciro (tutti i miei amici)
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro

[Verse 2]
Io le spacco la figa (x2)
Ho spaccato il letto
Io le spacco la figa
Io le sparo in bocca

[Outro]
Tutti i miei amici
Ho finito venite facciamo qualcosa insieme
Andiamo in centro facciamo qualcosa insieme

Bello Figo – Voglio Skopare Ankora Lyrics

[Intro]
Ieri sera ho scopato
Ieri sera ho scopato
Dalle sette fino alle quattro
Ommioddiofigghia
Tutti sanno che voglio ancora

[Ritornello]
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora

[Strofa]
Voglio scopare ancora
Dieci volte non mi basta, ha
Sono un vero negro, eh
No, io non mi stanco
Prima faccio coccole, finché non mi viene duro, ehi
Finché non mi viene duro, ha
Poi mi prende in bocca, eh
Tengo ferma la testa
Mentre scopo in faccia
Mentre scopo in faccia
Mentre scopo in bocca
Lei usa due mani con tanta saliva
Qualcuno mi può aiutare, ehi
Lei lo fa scivolare

[Ritornello]
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora

Bello Figo – Faccio Soldi E Skopo Lyrics

[Intro]
Un sacco di gente mi dicono fai il serio
Ma io gli rispondo

[Ritornello]
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non mi frega un cazzo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non puoi dirmi un cazzo

[Strofa 1]
E li conto, quanti sono? (Wah Wah Wah)
Ancora, li riconto (Wah)
Ok, figa su mio cazzo dice che è lungo
Stai zitta troia prendi sto cazzo
Che ne sai tu da dove vengo?
Che ne sai tu di quello che faccio?
Per la borsa ho speso 1000 euro, ma poi gli rifaccio
Poi gli rifaccio, non mi frega un cazzo di tuo padre
Faccio più soldi, non mi frega un cazzo di tua madre
Faccio più soldi, non voglio scopare, voglio la testa
Quando mi dai testa, usa la testa
Usa la testa come se fossi a scuola
Usa la testa come se fossi a casa
Ah, uh, ma non sei a casa
Uh, wah, allora chiedo scusa
Dammi lo stipendio, non darmi un consiglio
Non ti devo un cazzo, non sei mio figlio
Una bianca con la bocca piena come Kylie Jenner
Mi cerca, mi vuole, vuole essere mio partner
Uh, wah, vuole essere mio partner
A novanta la ho messa, ora si che siamo partner
Succhiando il cazzo, le succhio il clito
Wah, le succhio la sua figa
È stretta, lei viene in fretta e mi prende in bocca
Poi dice che mi ama
Non c’ho tempo per amare, ma c’ho tempo per scopare
C’ho tempo per scopare, ma non c’ho tempo per coccole
Mi mancava la mia ex prima di scopare dieci fighe
Bionda striscia il culo sul mio cazzo
La scopo finché diventa disabile
Ferma, immobile

[Ritornello]
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Mi me frega un cazzo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non puoi dirmi un cazzo

Bello Figo – In Figa Lyrics

[Intro]
Chei (oh)
Oh mio dio Figo (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Tutte le mie fighe, dove siete?
Prestate attenzione (swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag)
Oh mio dio
Aiutatemi (bello figo)

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Facci quello che vuoi
Mettilo dove vuoi tu
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh

[Strofa 1]
Lei guida mio cazzo (mio cazzo)
Come guida macchina (ay)
Fuma il mio cazzo (mio cazzo, ehh)
Come sigaretta (ay)
Tutti i miei amici (miei amici)
Facciaml (ooh, ehy)
Tutte le mie fighe (oh, ay)
Balliaml

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Facci quello che vuoi
Metilo dove vuoi tu
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh

[Strofa 2]
Oh mio dio bello figo
Cosa sta facendo la figa? (ah)
Sto pensando ma non riesco a capire
Usa mio cazzo come usa (ehy)
Bacia mio cazzo come bacia (ehy)
Prendilo come vuoi, ma io lo voglio

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo (ah)
Facci quello che vuoi (ehy)
Metilo dove vuoi tu (tu)
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa (ehy, ehy)

[Bridge]
Voglio in figa (ah)
Voglio in figa (oh, ehy, ehy)
Voglio in bocca (ah)
Voglio in bocca (ehy, ehy)
Voglio in figa (ah)
Voglio in figa (oh, oh)
Voglio in bocca (oh, yeah)
Voglio in bocca

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Metilo dove vuoi tu
Facci quello che vuoi
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in bocca, ehh
Voglio in bocca, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh

Bello Figo – Fifaa 20 Lyrics

[Intro: Bello figo & Manny FreSh]
Tutti i miei amici sanno che son forte
Chi vuole perdere mi chiami, lo saccagno per bene
You feel me?
Tutti sanno che Fifa 2020

[Ritornello: Bello Figo & Manny FreSh ]
Lei mi fa “more dimmi come ti senti”
Ma non mi rompermi i coglioni
Io non scherzo con i miei giochiperchè io ci spendo tanti soldi
Sto giocando a Fifa 2020, yeah a Fifa 2020
Barcellona scelgo Lionel Messi, yeah a Fifa 2020
La mia figa bianca anni 20
Quando mi dà la [?] usa mai i denti
Quando mi dà la [?] usa mai i denti
Gio-gioco sempre solo a Fifa 20
Sono fresco ho l’oro sui miei denti (damn)
Io vi batto siete dei perdenti (ok)
Ordino Mc Donald’s se mi menti

Cristiano Ronaldo (eh)
Juventus Stadium (uh)
Guarda com e driblo (eh)
Yiro faccio goal
Paulo Dybala
Sono troppo bala, (eh)
Gioco anche contro (eh)
Contro figa bianca
Chi vuole lo saccagno
Vero negro sono più forto
Giuro non farmi incazzaro
Senò ti dò 10 a 0

[Bridge: Bello Figo]
La mia figa bianca è incazzata perchè gioco anche la notte
Lei m’ha detto “vieni a farmi le coccole”
Ma io non posso fare le coccole
Devo vincere la Serie A

[Ritornello: Bello Figo]
Lei mi fa “more dimmi come ti senti”
Ma non mi rompermi i coglioni
Io non scherzo con i miei giochiperchè io ci spendo tanti soldi
Sto giocando a Fifa 2020, yeah a Fifa 2020
Barcellona scelgo Lionel Messi, yeah a Fifa 2020
A Fifa se non lo sai (se non lo sai)
Sto giocando a Fifa se non lo sai

[Strofa 2: Manny FreSh]
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Diamond on my chain
Diamond on my tee
Diamond on my bitch
[?] rich
You know bitch, è così
You feel me, manny fresh

Hoodie Allen – Whatever USA Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code so far away
Can’t remember the name, Google Map to locate
I’m chillin’ with some Notre Dames, show me how the South bends
And my dogs hold me down when we show up in Athens
Back then, we had dreams of being famous and shit
Was such a rebel as a kid, I could’ve went to Ole Miss
I never stress it anymore, you know I’ll go with the vibe
My chick in Alabama told me I should roll with the Tide
No lie, I’m such a Leo at Penn State, I’m a lion
Got every comin’ after me at Duke like I’m Zion
I know a Harvard girl, she always got a lot on her mind
She sent me a million texts, but yo I hardly reply
You know why? Got a girl in Mississippi and Kentucky
And one in Vegas, so she always gettin’ lucky (Ooh)

[Chorus 1]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a chick in Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Don’t gotta ask me “Whose your girl?” in Indiana (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code don’t wanna say
Can’t remember the name, new city like every day
Got women flashin’ me when I’m in Tulane, it ain’t Mardi Gras
Out in Arizona these Wildcats wanna party hard
I feel like Van Wilder, I’m onto my seventh year
I snap my fingers into women just appear
Let me make it clear
You and your friends are tens, I’m down to Volunteer
Pull up, climb in my van, just like a Mountaineer
I’m here for a minute and then I’m Gonzaga
Hardest workin’ rapper prolly sellin’ shows in Montana
Tell them hoes it don’t matter
I go state to state like I’m transferin’
NCAA, new chick always answerin’
Got a girl in College Station, down in Texas
And one in Memphis who reminds me of my exes (Ooh)

[Chorus 2]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a girl in Tallahassee and Miami
She really love me, told me I should win a Grammy (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me

[Outro]
Whatever USA
All American, all hits

​iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘
I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

Cathie Ryan – The Lights Of San Francisco lyrics

[Verse]
The lights of San Francisco
Shone on the city floor
Joe worked on in the city
‘Til the dawn came around once more

[Verse]
He came from Galway
Came over recently
And Lucy from the USA
Smiled at his naiveté

[Verse]
In the rocky places of his heart
No one had ever seen
Lucy picking cockles
And Lucy planting seeds

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
Came the marching bands of July
And their silver shadows flew
Ah, two by two, red and blue
Through the summer evening

[Verse]
He said, “All my troubles
Never wander very far
I like to hear music
But I like it on a blue guitar”

[Verse]
“And there is no end to the money
A guy wants to hold in his hand
The sky hung with airplanes
And no peace upon the land”

[Verse]
“And the folks on television
That lie with every breath
And insult you with visions
Of cheap life and cheaper death”

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
“And there is no home for me now
But I’ll go on loving you
‘Til there is no more music
And the guitar is no longer blue”

Jay Jones – Go Crazy (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

Green Day – Back In The USA

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that shit on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

GREEN DAY – Back In The USA lyrics

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that sh*t on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (Uncensored)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down