Cassie – Love A Loser (feat. G-Eazy)

(Eazy)
Confess, you second guessed just how real it gets (Yeah)
Oh yeah
[Chorus: Cassie]
I would rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Rather lose a lover than to love a loser
I would rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Think I’m under your spell
Tell me is it me or the drugs, ’cause baby I can’t tell
Tell me is it me or the drugs, ’cause baby I can’t tell
Tell me is it me or the drugs, ’cause baby I can’t tell (baby I can’t tell) Uh, oh well

[Bridge: Cassie & G-Eazy]
Smoke swirling from the cigarette (What can you do)
Unless you didn’t even see my silhouette (Uh)
Unless… get to know me, even feel it yet? [Verse 1: Cassie]
I’d rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Everything you did, I wouldn’t do it to you
Got my vision clear so now I’m seeing through ya
Writing you a letter, I’mma send it to ya
I’d rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Used to put it on ya like the Kama Sutra
Ain’t no looking back, I’m like the new Medusa
Got you on a Sunday screaming Hallelujah
[Chorus: Cassie]
I would rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Rather lose a lover than to love a loser
I would rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Rather lose a lover than to love a loser
Think I’m under your spell
Tell me is it me or the drugs, ’cause baby I can’t tell (I can’t tell)
Tell me is it me or the drugs, ’cause baby I can’t tell (I can’t tell)
Tell me is it me or the drugs, ’cause baby I can’t tell (I can’t tell)
[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
G, Uh
I’d rather lose a lover than to love a loser, yeah
Damn, that was my baby, thought we had a future, aye
Next to all these options I would always choose her
But she’s fragile, feels like every place I touch, I bruise her, aye
Delicate, I fell back, I can’t tell if it
Really hope that hurts, she told me she been celibate
Said nobody made her feel the way I did
I felt a bit, a little bit conflicted
I heard she had someone new she was messing with, fuck
I can not tell, I think I’m under her spell
I sent her flowers, and all she sent back was, "Hope all is well"
She said that love don’t cost a thing but got that pussy for sale
That woman put me through hell, I fell in love, but oh well
You know?

NBA YoungBoy – Call On Me

[Chorus]
Come here baby let me show I love you
Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I’m thuggin’
Fuck what they saying, I’m your man and you know I’m for you
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I’ll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I’ma be there for you
Baby we don’t need a ring for to prove my loyalty
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I’ll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I’ma be there for you
Shawty I don’t need no ring for to prove my loyalty
[Verse 1]
I had lost track of all my money, here babe count it for me
And I be in my feelings when you don’t be talking to me
I was recording, Ben said that you was calling for me
When I got done I read your text, you say you waiting on me
When I get there I’ma eat you, fuck you like no other
I’ma kiss you, I’ma rub you and tell you I love you
I be looking in your eyes when we talk to each other
Deep down inside I can see us turning our together
[Chorus]
Come here baby let me show I love you
Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I’m thuggin’
Fuck what they saying, I’m your man and you know I’m for you
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I’ll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I’ma be there for you
Baby we don’t need a ring for to prove my loyalty
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I’ll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I’ma be there for you
Shawty I don’t need no ring for to prove my loyalty

[Interlude]
You don’t fuck with me how you say you do
You know I fuck with you
How far you’ll go for me? Above and beyond
[Verse 2]
She say, I don’t wanna share nothin’ that’s mine, I can’t waste my time
Look me in my eyes and tell me no lies
You need me on the road, I’m on my way now
Babe it’s 3 O’ clock I’ll be there at 5, just save me a spot
You turn up with your gang, that’s somethin’ I can’t stop
Just give me respect, don’t act like I ain’t there
You know that ain’t fair
Fuck them hoes, they can’t touch but they can stare
Ain’t no secret boy, tell ’em I’m your girl and you know that’s real
I’ll admit I want you to be mine
Told that girl that I think about her all the time
She say if you really love me you wouldn’t lie
You would never let me leave from off your side
She said I promise to stay down and I’m gon’ ride
When I call for you, promise you gon’ make time
Hold me down and together we gon’ ride
Truthfully maybe one day me and you gon’ tie the knot
Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy

[Chorus]
Come here baby let me show I love you
Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I’m thuggin’
Fuck what they saying, I’m your man and you know I’m for you
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I’ll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I’ma be there for you
Baby we don’t need a ring for to prove my loyalty
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I’ll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I’ma be there for you
Shawty I don’t need no ring for to prove my loyalty

Puff Daddy – Watcha Gon’ Do? (feat. Notorious B.I.G. & Rick Ross)

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Bad Boy mothafuckas
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon’ do?)
I’m proud of myself, you know I’m saying? West coast mothafuckas
(Watcha gon’ do when they come for you?)
East coast mothafuckas
Ain’t nothing wrong with that, I’m fucking proud of myself
(You’ll see)
That’s why I sound the way I sound
B.I.G mothafuckas
(You’ll see)
And the way I walk the way I walk, the way I talk
Lets Go
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
I tell ’em watch close, nigga jot notes
If you use my approach, you could dock boats
Yeah, you could get exposed to all that
Girl, you know I’m hard to get a hold or contact
Probably overseas with business owners and all that
Flights to Minnesota with dinner over a contract
See, lame niggas gonna do lame shit
How you flexing when your crew ain’t shit
Nigga, you ain’t shit
Probably trick on something you ain’t hit
Try to do me but the shoe ain’t fit, and your jewels ain’t lit
So tell them niggas I said break bread off
You know, spray lead off, take heads off
Break law pay feds off
You ain’t never meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied too
I slide through back of the Maybach
But i do something 5’2 with a fly do, how you? I don’t know you yet but I’m trying to
I leave your mind blew if you don’t mind trying to climb through
New portals on time yeah I think it’s time to
Never slip up, one of the homies get picked up
Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer 32
Effortless
Bad Boy shit
And we won’t stop, ’cause we can’t stop
B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon’ do?) Puff Daddy, New York, yeah
(Watcha gon’ do when they come for you?) Bad Boy, yeah
(You’ll see) Unstoppable
(You’ll see) Unstoppable
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash
40 carat gold Cartier on a class
Mink coats with shooters in of the Land Cruiser
My maneuvers sparking these lil’ rumors
Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers
Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers
Danny Glover, up the pistol, pussies undercover
Propositions and proposals, bring ’em on the double
Raising the K’s in the days and
Jaylen that brain is amazing
Top tier, egotistical when he arrogant
Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet
For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time
Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine
East Coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios
Air forces, mansions, and I’m on the ocean
Benefits, free my niggas, I’m talking fishing grits
Immigrants came a long way up out the tenements
Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried
With my march, got out of prison February
Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain
Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes
The script flip when the spliff lit
Double M cruise ship with a thick bitch

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Niggas talkin’ it but ain’t livin’ it
Crystal pops I’m sippin’ it, mob hats and lizard shit
‘Gator trunks bitch, rollin’ blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1’s and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker
Model bitches wondering if I’m a fuck with her
She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin’
Big poppa never slippin’
H-class diamonds shinin’
Dinner with the wifey winin’, dinin’
Smoking cigars in Bogota
With Colombian niggas named Panama
Englique and shit
Games we play life endin’
Bitches bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of ’em
Advancin’ from duplex to mansion
Stashing keys, hidin’ G’s overseas
VCR’s in my V’s
Game elevates, money I make
Into stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
Discusing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves my rear views tremblin’
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it’s a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

[Outro]
You’ll see
You’ll see

Sage The Gemini – I Can Tell (feat. Show Banga)

[Intro: Sage the Gemini]
Dan’s countin’ all his fuckin’ money
[Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
One time, for the low (for the low)
Two time, here we go (here we go)
Fuck her good, on the low (yeah, on the low)
And if it’s good, do it once more (they get it, they get it)
In the suite hotel (tell)
My hoes don’t tell (tell)
You hate, you fell (fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I noticed)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (shit)
[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
I’m still goin’ hard (hard)
Diamonds dancin’ with the stars (damn)
And I love foreign cars (yup)
European, my garage (hey, hey)
One click, you a fraud (no)
I just want your bra (come here)
Take her home with me (yeah)
Make a round of applause (woo, woo)
All I know is money
I know she want to front me
I get her wet, Dasani
She still don’t get it from me
Tellin’ me she love me (no)
You don’t even know me (woah)
She just wanna ride so I play genuine pony
I hop out the coupe, I got my shit straight (I got it straight, straight)
I see a new nigga handin’ out his mixtape (woah)
She wanna feel entitled, I’m like "Bitch, wait" (hold on)
I kick you out quick, what’s your release date? (hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
One time, for the low (for the low)
Two time, here we go (here we go)
Fuck her good, on the low (yeah, on the low)
And if it’s good, do it once more (they get it, they get it)
In the suite hotel (tell)
My hoes don’t tell (tell)
You hate, you fell (fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I noticed)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (shit)
[Verse 2: Show Banga]
Big suite hotel (hotel)
Peg doin’ so well
Dan, they want me, Brodell (woah)
I keep movin’ uphill
Pockets full of big bills
Eatin’ good, big meals (woah)
Miles kissin’, don’t tell (mwah)
And they bustin’ so well
I’ma big deal like O’Neal (ahh)
Squad only, that real (huh)
Fakes don’t know how that feel (they don’t)
We grind, you chill (we grind)
Steady movin’, you still (skrt skrt)
Skrt skrt on weak hoes (skrt skrt)
Stackin’ guap, Lord knows
Chased it all on that glow (that glow)
Pay Phil, 1-4 (oh)
That’s enough of that, no (oh)
For this grisha GoPro (bro)
I’m a star, you know (you know)
Streets online like Migos
Fly niggas with egos
Stee should believe though (woah)
Hoes tryna find me like Nemo, ooh, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
One time, for the low (for the low)
Two time, here we go (here we go)
Fuck her good, on the low (yeah, on the low)
And if it’s good, do it once more (they get it, they get it)
In the suite hotel (tell)
My hoes don’t tell (tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I noticed)
Oh yeah, I could tell (I could tell)
You hate, you fell (you fell)
Oh yeah, I could tell (shit, damn)

Doe Boy – Shoot Em Up

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

[Verse 1]
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck
Nigga just talkin’ he ain’t really tough
We a pop out we ain’t in the cut
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Rappin’ ass nigga you ain’t real enough
500 round drum then I fill it up
Had a party in the club so we lit it up
Gang gang nigga we don’t play
He shoot gun he can’t hang round
Gun a nigga down with a k round
Headshot make a nigga stay down
Headshot make a nigga stay down
Lay down
Bring a hundred killas where you hang down
Choppas on deck pull up have a bang out
We don’t talk 30s no more don’t play down
Pull up got hundred least 50
All my niggas holding on simis
All the real shooters ride with me
We done terrorise the whole city
Ridin’ round town with a AK
With the gang gang
If you hear me don’t play play
Nigga spary spray
You don’t see me just wait for his pay
[?] go dumb like Day Day
Gang gang

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

[Verse 2]
Free the gang nigga fuck 12
I ain’t scared of jail put me in a cell
Young rich nigga imma pay the bill
Then I’m comin’ home and I’m bring hell
I’m a real felon I’ll getchu whacked
On that gang shit a whole lotta dat
First day out I wasn’t tryna rap
I was on the block tryna buy mac
I ain’t trine be no rapper friend
Diss my then you gettin’ banned
Play with us shoot em where he stand
I know bout a couple niggas dead
How you scared of another man
Imma real savage no I never ran
Yungins shoots whenever I demand
Imma let him smoke it I can’t second hand
Ready I come where your block at
Ready where I am at
Fuck where I’m not at
Stay with the pole you know I got dat
Run up on Beezy I do not advise that
My niggas on you ain’t no way to stop that
Nigga keep hollin’ I suggest you stop that
Once lil Brody start cockin’ that shot back
No where around it your head gettin’ knocked back
[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

Sauce Walka – Sauce Overload

[Intro] Po up po up
[Hook]
Drank
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
[Verse 1]
It ain’t a day that I’m sobered up
When I wake up I be pourin’ up
Start off my day with a double cup
Walkin’ the drank I just buy it up
You got a pint then you know I want it
Give me the number and I’m right on it
Long as that bitch got a seal on it
Long as you give me a deal on it
Long as you keepin’ it real homie
Don’t be givin’ me the water shit
Don’t hit me with the karo mix
Hittin’ it with the syringe and shit
Tryna resell a old bottle put a new seal on it nawl nada
I can’t play with my ciabatta
I can’t have kidney problems
Gotta come from the doctor
Back to the Ferragamo slippers
Jump up in the Benz with some bitches
Finna hit the mall and spend some riches
Sippin’ on the freewayathin, pullin’ up to the valetathin
It’s a beautiful dayathin, I left my cup in the car waitathin
[Hook]
Drank
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
[Verse 2]
Cream soda cream soda cream soda
Really to me that Sprite shit to me is over
I been drinkin’ it since ’99
I done drunk the shit a thousand times, 99
I ain’t sayin’ that it’s watered down
I be mixing cream with the pine
It taste better than that lemon lime
I ain’t pouring up for no pictures
I be sippin’ drank for the feeling
In Saks Fifth like it’s Christmas
In every city in the mall sippin’
I’m in Vegas at the fashion show
I just poured up a poured four
In Atlanta splashin’ all in Lenox
Pourin’ up a pint until it’s finished
I’m in melrose with some hoes
Got them spillin’ syrup on their clothes
I’m in New York at the Bape Store
I just poured up a whole 8 bro
I even pour it up on the plane
I’m buyin’ syrup in Balmain
I’m pourin’ up at the ball game
Watchin’ James Harden, beard game
I ain’t pourin’ up no beer mane
I hate when my bottle is clear mane
I gotta go and refill mane
I gotta keep it forreal mane
I know my addiction is real mane
Sippin’ and pimpin’ forreal mane
[?] I be doin’
Pourin’ up 33’s Patrick Ewing
I even drink this shit when I’m screwin’
Mix the codeine off the bitch
Pour the soda all on her tits
Tastes delicious I’m too legit
I live the life of a Barre Baby
Before Act and Hi-Tech it was Barre Baby
Sippin’ it out on a draw baby
Poppin’ the trunk on the car baby
Haters know who you are baby
Live the livin’ like a star baby
But you gotta hustle hard baby
Can’t be sippin’ drank bein’ lazy
Gotta go and get the [?]
If you wanna live like a boss
Flyin’ round the world drinkin’ sauce
Buyin’ everything that you want
Oowee

[Hook]
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall

Mavado Diss Popcaan & Shout-out Vybz Kartel At Sumfest

Mavado also performed with Alkaline during the Vendetta boss set. Dexta Daps, Spice, Alkaline, Aidonia, Bounty Killer, Tommy Lee Sparta all put on a good show way into the early morning on Saturday. Some of the highlights from the Gully Gad’s set was when he dissed Popcaan and also gave his longtime dancehall nemesis Vybz Kartel a shout-out. Mavado’s energetic set was laced with several of his hits from the beginning of his career in the mid-2000s to his more current ones like his Popcaan diss record “Beat and Teach” and “Dem Run Eeen.” “Diss them the real way and them can’t defend it,” Vado said. Without discounting the performance from other artists, Mavado had arguably the best performance at Reggae Sumfest 2017. Despite some previous issues with Masicka’s performance time, the Genahsyde deejay still took the stage and put on a show for his fans. A number of other big names also put on a good show in front a strong turnout.

Alkaline Diss Tommy Lee Sparta Returns To Sumfest With A Bang

Alkaline even performed his Tommy Lee diss record “Red Eyes.”
A few weeks before Sumfest, Tommy Lee Sparta made a statement warning Alkaline not to try anything in his home town Montego Bay. The new owners of Reggae Sumfest, Downsound Entertainment, pulled off another hugely successful staging of one of the most popular reggae music festivals in the world after taking it over last year. Alkaline and Tommy Lee Sparta returns to Reggae Sumfest with a big bang. He even made reference to the “Champion Boy” deejay using his eyes on the cover art of his diss single “Red Eyes.” But Alka ignored the threats and did exactly what Tommy Lee Sparta told him not to. Both Dancehall Night and International Reggae Night saw a massive turnout of fans and local artists were in fine form. The two dancehall rivals put on a show for their fans in Montego Bay on Friday night. “Hey bwoy Nyammy Lee,” Alkaline said on stage as the crowd went wild. Alkaline made a grand entrance on stage approximately 6 AM Saturday and perhaps the high point of his performance was when he dissed Tommy Lee Sparta in his backyard at the Catherine Hall Entertainment Complex. The Vendetta boss kicked off his performance with “Formula” a song that French Montana remake for his new album Jungle Rules.

Girlschool – Secret Lyrics

GIRLSCHOOLSecret Lyrics
I know a secret, a secret about you
I’ll try to keep it, this secret about you
I know a secret, a secret about you
I’ll try to keep it, this secret about you
But bear in mind I’m the gossiping kind
I think you’ll find if I’m wined and dined
My tongue is tied and my eyes are blind
My tongue is tied if I’m wined and dined
I know what you’re thinking, thinking about things
I know what you’re thinking, thinking about me
I know what you’re thinking, thinking about things
I know what you’re thinking, thinking about me
But I’ll try to find a little peace of mind
If you care to confide I could be on your side
Look me in the eye and swear it’s the last time
While I chalk one up for womankind
I know a secret, a secret about you
I’ll try to keep it, this secret about you
I know a secret, a secret about you
I’ll try to keep it, this secret about you

Jill Johnson – The Whiskey’s Working Lyrics

JILL JOHNSONThe Whiskey’s Working Lyrics
Music & Lyrics: Jill Johnson/Liz Rose/Lisa Carver
Album: A Woman Can Change Her Mind
I can’t remember your number
I couldn’t spell your name
If I had a gun to my head right now
I couldn’t picture your face
The whiskey’s working
If I could drive to your front door
I couldn’t find the key
The one you hid from everyone
in the world but me
I think the whiskey’s working
I think it’s found its mark
the last piece of me that could feel a thing
just gave up in the dark
drink past the hurting
I guess the whiskey’s working
My hands ain’t shaking
and my eyes are closed
and I’m less thirsty for you
with every sip of this liquid gold
I guess the whiskey’s working
I’m gonna drink till the morning
I’ll just let it pour
think I’ll love you little less
If I drink a little more
If I drink a little more
I think the whiskey’s working
I think it’s found its mark
If I’m lucky I’ll forget you baby
before I drown my heart
get past the hurting and pray it’s working
guess the whiskey’s working
I’m not certain anymore
I think the whiskey’s working

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“It was a hobby for me which has turned into a job, so I’m very privileged with what I do,” Mr Richardson said.The course, which runs through TAFE SkillsTech, takes more than 15 weeks during which time students learn to build the vintage vehicle.”My main focus is the 1870s and 1880s,” Mr Richardson said”We run the course to inspire others to build these beasts as well.”When students complete the bike they end up with a machine worth more than $3,000.”He said the students young and old who learned to build the bike were drawn to its history.”The penny-farthing has only two wheels, the one large and one small wheel.”They were based on the penny and the farthing from the old coins and people love this.”50kph on two wheels Mr Richardson said the popularity of the penny-farthing continued to grow.He runs an annual event called Pennies by the Sea as well as taking part in the Queensland Agriculture Show (The Ekka).”Many people say it’s my fault that there’s more penny-farthings around.”There’s a lot of interest in these bikes as they’re such an unusual machine and people come from everywhere just to have a look at them.”
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Mr Richardson can reach speeds of up to 50 kilometre per hour on his penny-farthing.”It’s really not that difficult, it’s just like riding a bike … once you’re up there it’s just the same.”The issue is getting on and off, but … that’s where the skill is, in getting that jump up to the seat.”If you jump too far you end up in front of the bike.” Photo:
Brett Richardson enjoys teaching others to build vintage vehicles. Meet the Brisbane man keeping the love and art of the penny-farthing alive for future generations.Brett Richardson has been passing on the art of bike building to other enthusiasts via a unique TAFE course — Building a Penny-Farthing.Soon the course will celebrate the construction of its 100th penny-farthing.
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Brett Richardson says the popularity of penny-farthings continues to grow. (Facebook: Brett Richardson)
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AXXISNo Advice Lyrics
No advice
Open up your eyes
Don’t you realize that we live our lives
No advice
Nothing on my mind – day after day
Always party woth my friends – that’s my way
We’re nobody’s fools when we hit the town
Turnin’ our lives up side down
We’re curisin’ around – looking for fun
We’re not wasting our time – always on the way
We need a rest from people who don’t realize
‘Cause we don’t need nobody trying to moralize
Livin’ for each other – We’re got our peace of mind
Just livin’ for each day and we need, need, need
No advice – Open up your eyes – don’t you realize
That we live our lives
No advice – You’d better wise up and realize
That we live our lives
No advice, no advice…
We hate people telling us how to live
‘Cause they’ve learned how to take, but not to give
But we think, “Who cares?!” – We’re thick skinned
We make our own decisions – free like the wind
Livin’ for each other – We’re got our peace of mind
Just livin’ for each day and we need, need, need
No advice – Open up your eyes – don’t you realize
That we live our lives
No advice – You’d better wise up and realize
That we live our lives
No advice, no advice, no advice

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Daikirai datta sobakasu wo chotto
Hitonadeshite tame iki wo hitotsu
Hebi ikkyuu no koi wa migoto ni
Kakuzatou to isshoni toketa
Mae yori mo motto yaseta mune ni chotto
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Hoshiuranai mo ate ni naranai wa
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Ureshikute sore dakede
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I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED
SHOULD HAVE TOOK IT AS A SIGN
AND GONE BACK TO SLEEP INSTEAD
OH BUT I JUST KEPT ON MOVING
TRYING TO FIND MY WAY
NOTHING WENT RIGHT
IT WAS ONE OF THOSE DAY, BUT
TOMORROW THE SUN IS GONNA SHINE AGAIN
AND TOMORROW I’LL GET MYSELF A SECOND CHANCE
TAKE MY WRONGS, TURN THEM ROUND
GET MYSELF TOGETHER
GIVE ME A BRAND NEW DAY
AND I CAN DO IT BETTER
SHOULD HAVE SAID A PRAYER
TO START THE DAY OFF RIGHT
SHOULD CALLED THAT FRIEND
BUT I NEVER TOOK THE TIME
I SHOULD HAVE RUN THAT ERRAND
THAT MY BROTHER NEEDED DONE
BUT I LET IT GO AND NOW THE DAY IS GONE, BUT
SO I REMIND MYSELF NO MATTER HOW IT GOES
A DAY IS NEVER WASTED WHEN YOU KNOW

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Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who finds the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday’s child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run…
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa…
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn’t come
Thursday night your stockings needed mending
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Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet