Making music with others helps busker with autism shine

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Amanda Hoh

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October 26, 2017 14:32:06

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Jerrah Patston loves to write pop music.The 20-year-old composes a song a week and writes about his experience of the world — from the way his braces stop him eating certain foods to the stars in the sky. And I also play the harmonica.”Making noise at the Opera HouseOn Thursday Mr Patston got his first radio airplay when an excerpt of his latest track, Burn Like a Star, debuted on ABC Radio Sydney.The song was created during a residency at the Sydney Opera House that Jerrah and 13 other musicians participated in as part of Vivid LIVE in June. I love singing into the microphone,” Mr Patston said.”I play the djembe — an African drum — I play guitar and I’m trying out the lead pedal and keyboards. Making music at the Opera House Musician Jerrah Patston chats to Wendy Harmer about recording his song Burn Like a Star. Mr Patston’s autism and a moderate intellectual impairment mean he functions at a kindergarten level, but his musical side is far more advanced.A regular busker, he performs at Glenbrook markets in the Blue Mountains once a month and at nursing homes and preschools.”I like singing in melody. (ABC Radio Sydney: Amanda Hoh)
The residency was in collaboration with Club Weld, an initiative based in Western Sydney that allows musicians with autism to create work autonomously, independent from parents or carers.”We’ve got a diverse crew with diverse taste,” Club Weld facilitator Sam Worrad said.The residency gave the musicians an opportunity to work with professionals like Rainbow Chan, Dro Carey and George Nicholas.Their tracks were created using sampled sounds and atmospheric noises captured from field recordings within the Opera House. Photo:
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The bass beat in Mr Patston’s song for example, was created by recording and synthesising the thump of a door within the building.”It’s a song about the stars in the sky and it’s a pretty cool song,” he said.Treating musicians equallyMr Patston’s mother Lisa said Club Weld gave her son the opportunity to connect with others.”It’s a real outlet for him to share his joy, because he’s a glass-half-full kind of person,” she said.”The best thing we love about the Club Weld program is he gets treated as an equal musician and [gets to] play with real musicians.”The Club Weld tracks will premiere on November 2 on FBi radio.
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Borrowing the motto of Cure4CF, she said her motivation was that it’s “all for the fight”.”You just have to get on with it and not let things get you down,” she said.”I’m not tied down to this disease, so people can’t label me as ‘the girl with CF’, as I’m a lot more than that.” But then I ask, why not me?”

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Although exercise can be very painful for Mae, she plans to run 14km for Cure4CF. “A bad day is when my lungs just don’t want to co-operate, I can’t get the air in and I’m coughing up a lot of mucus,” Mae Johnson says.Every day, the 14-year-old takes a collection of vitamins, enzyme tablets, antibiotics and steroids to ward off the symptoms of cystic fibrosis (CF).It’s a condition the Adelaide teen was diagnosed with at birth and one that will see her health slowly deteriorate.The average life expectancy of a person with cystic fibrosis is now 38.”Sometimes people might ask, why me? we’ll go glass-half-full, push through and [I’ll] pace myself.”

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The Johnsons – Judy, Mae and Olivia – ready for the Trailblazer By The Sea. (ABC Radio Adelaide: Brett Williamson)
Cystic fibrosis makes it difficult for Ms Johnson to exercise or play sport.Nevertheless, she is planning to compete the 14-kilometre section of the Rotary Club of Adelaide’s Trailblazer By The Sea fundraising run this weekend.”I can’t breathe when I run, so I am always kind of left off to the side,” she said.”It feels like my lungs are on fire.”Supported by her mother Rudy and older sister Olivia, Ms Johnson is hoping to raise $2,500 for Cure4CF.”I’m probably going to struggle a lot, but I am going to just keep pushing through,” Ms Johnson said.”I’m just going to wing it …
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Mr Lambert said with the assistance of his son, he made a range of tools out of elements he found locally, and was able to repair the instruments swiftly. (ABC Mid North Coast: Gabrielle Lyons)
Mr Johnson was awarded an Order of Australia for his services to the arts, in particular instrument making.He passed away in 2003, and made 60 violins in his time. “The sound post is the most important part of a violin. I am not quite sure why,” he said.”I think it was the sound that dragged to me to it in the first place … it’s an ever lingering sound in your head. You have to find the proper post with perfectly straight grain through the wood, so the sound travels from the front to the back of the violin,” he said.”I have this sharp s-shaped scrap of metal that I use. “You will see a great player playing so relaxed, and that’s where the sound comes from,” he said.”I feel honoured to have handed back beautiful instruments to fantastic players. “I have had one gentleman come to me with a violin in bits and I asked him to pour it out on the table, and I put it back together,” he said.”There is a real artistry to building and repairing classical instruments. “My dad asked me what I wanted to play as a boy and I said the violin. “He used to come up here in his bus and park on my lawn,” he said. Strings, bows and tuning knobs clutter Norm Lambert’s daily routine, with his 45 years repairing and rebuilding violins bringing him acclaim as a violin doctor.The Lambert family has lived on a homestead at Coopernook on the New South Wales mid-north coast since the early 1800s, but Mr Lambert was the first to learn the violin. I have had the pleasure in the past 45 years of mending and playing some truly beautiful violins.”

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Mr Lambert says he feels privileged to have played some of the most beautiful violins. I hope that when I play others feel that way.”He rebuilt the family home with full wooden panelling along the walls and roof, to best accentuate the acoustics of his violins while repairing and fine tuning them.He receives classical instruments from all over the country and in all stages of disrepair. Photo:
Mr Lambert spends most of his days in his workshop. Taped to a cupboard at the back of his work desk is a faded and curling news article about John Godschall Johnson, who Mr Lambert said was his greatest mentor. I could see and hear an issue with the tuning during the rehearsal,” he said.”Coming from [a region with heavy] moisture to the dry west had upset and snapped a number of sound posts.”

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Mr Lambert did not expect to be repairing the full strings section of the Darwin Symphony Orchestra while visiting Uluru. “What more could you ask for but to put such a wonderful instrument back together and make it work again?” It’s sharp and thin so it properly slides through the middle of the sound hole without damaging the structure of the instrument.”By the next morning, in time for the evening performance under the Northern Territory stars, Mr Lambert had repaired four violins, three cellos and a handful of violas. Mr Lambert and his wife Elvie recently visited Uluru, attending an outdoor performance by the orchestra, surrounded by red soil.”We had some of Australia’s best sopranos performing right in front of us. “I managed to fix them all without proper tools, and the performance was magical,” he said.Mentorship key to learning the tradeBodies of violins are scattered around Mr Lambert’s workshop, filling cupboards and hanging from hooks overhead. “It can take up over 200 hours to build an entire violin,” Mr Lambert said.”To build a violin of good calibre, you need decent wood, so I keep a fair bit of timber which dates back to the 1700s for special jobs.”[John] taught me to start small, work with kids helping to clean and upkeep the instrument.”Later on down the track when I had more experience, I would sit with John to put a violin together.”Mr Lambert said learning to repair violins had been a thrill throughout his very full life, and hearing a well-kept instrument made his job worthwhile. (ABC Mid North Coast: Gabrielle Lyons)
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T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

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

Julia Michaels – Worst In Me (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

But maybe it’s the worst in me (worst in me)
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you, I really want to
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah (Really doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (Oh)
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to) You celebrate all my success without crossing a line
Now, it’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
It’s almost like I’ve gotten so used to resentment
That every annoying little thing you say has lost its effect
It’s almost like it’s made you a little bit bitter
When I don’t always react the way you expect
It’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
I won’t hurt you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
But, baby, I won’t lose you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
Remember when I used to be happy for you? Yeah
Remember when I used to be happy for you? You could go out with your female friends and I’d be totally fine
Remember when you used to be happy for me?

Joyner Lucas – Winter Blues

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet, they’re coming
[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimmie that, gimmie that
Gimmie that, gimmie that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
[Verse 1]
I remember everything was different
When I tried to get a job and make some money
I was livin’ on the street
I walk a lot of miles and nobody wasn’t hiring and I had to stand in line if I was to get something to eat
Cause I ain’t had no homies and my girl depended on me every night that we were lonely and I couldn’t get no sleep
Cause I was plotting on anybody I seen that was getting money
You got it? I need it sorry, you don’t need it more than me
And bitch, I’m tired of this struggle, ducking and dodging them puddles wondering if God ever hear the prayers I said
Cause every time I got a new hustle, that shit done got me in trouble
You don’t know how many fucking tears I’ve shed
But fuck it, I’m letting loose
And they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues
You know what I’m finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafucking thing that I pick and choose
And I’m done with all the begging, I’m past that
All I did was get laughed at
You can go back track but you’ll never get cash back
And they told me I’m half black
But I’m white as a lab rat
With a mic and a gas mask
I’m a light for your trash ass
And I might get the last laugh
Better fight if you back stab
With a knife in your backpack
All my life I’ve been jabbed at
But I fight like I’m Mad Max with a knife with the yeah yeah
You know, you know what the fuck I’m talking about
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what I had to do to get what I want
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count it all my fingers how much shit that I lost
Nigga this is my job
These are my thoughts
I ain’t never had shit but for now you better give me what’s yours

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet
They’re coming
[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
[Verse 2]
You really got some nerve talkin’ bout me like you’re better cause you got your shit together and I’m really goin’ through it
I don’t think you have a clue what it feels like doin’ dirt knowin’ in your heart you ain’t wanna do it
I don’t got one G bone in my body, I ain’t never gangbang I don’t know nothing about it
I don’t claim to be a thug nigga or Illuminati but there really ain’t no tellin’ what I do when I get rowdy
And I’m starvin’ and my back against the wall and you ballin’
Everytime I see you all you do is flash hundreds
Everything on fleek I ain’t never had nothin’
I just wanna be you when I feel like stuntin’
And lettin’ loose and they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues you don’t know what I finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafuckin’ thing that I pick and choose
I’m done with that hating shit
The fuck do you think this is
Damn it, you made me sick
Ain’t no time for no babysit
This is the way we live and yes I’m okay with this
You think you all that and a bag of potato chips? Could jump off a crazy bridge
And enough of you idiot kids
Go suckin’ a lady dick
I would never just make amends
With none of you shakin’ hands in public
Yeah yeah like get the fuck out of my face, dude
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what a nigga had to do to get loose
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count on all my fingers how much shit I went through
What I went through
What I went through
And when shit get real ain’t really nothing that you can do

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
Yo, what’s up, this is Joyner
I’m unable to take your call right now
Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you
Peace
[Voice mail: Angry caller]
Yo, who the fuck do you think you are tryna give advice to a child? My child
Nigga, you the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met in my life
My nigga
You the last person that should be trying to give advice to anybody about anything
Let alone my fucking kid
Acting like some fucking role model or some shit
Nigga, no nobody wanna be like you
Stop it

Joe Moses – On My Bumper (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper
[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been feelin’, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you was in your feelin’, she wanna be winnin’
And you discovered too many problems, it’s too many hotties
For me to sit for too many hours, it’s no logic
Back then they didn’t want me, now they be stressed out
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
Petty, got my eye on it like Fetty
The same woman dissed me, the same ones who ready
The same ones curved me, the same ones be textin’
But now I’m just flexin’, Ty I’m just flexin’ for real
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 2: Ty]
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
Peep the [?] in my new Rolly
Back it up, fuck it up, you the one
You know I run it up on my baby
Damn damn damn
You look better than you do on the ‘gram
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
Got me like down down down
You know I like it when you do with no hands
Back it up on me like whoa
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
Because you know
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been living, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you get out your feelin’, maybe I consider
My ex woman was bitter, take a shot to the liver
The same ones be laughin’ now cry me a river
The same ones was frontin’ now blowin’ my cellie
She never made the mistake to wifin’ up a headache
Shoe never made the mistake of sleeping with no jacket
And calling you out your name but sure callin’ you rachet
Intrigued but not flattered, who’s callin’, it don’t matter
Paragraphs on the ‘gram, you mad, you gotta add her
I laugh, the grass ain’t greener between her
Girl we done, it was just a little fun
So now you wanna make up rumors and hit the shade room
The same one telling you leave, she in the living room
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
And that’s real
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Outro: Joe Moses]
We got another one
We got another one

Young Dolph – Point Across

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
[Verse 1]
Hah, ayy, I ain’t never know how to do shit but go and get it
This ain’t even all my jewelry, I got on two fifty, ayy
Never signed a deal but he spending all these mils
Bitch stay out my business, have a drink, bitch chill
You didn’t grow up where I did, you can’t feel how I feel
That shit ain’t ’bout money, I put my brakes on it and yield
I stood that bitch up for two months and she blowin’ me up still
This shit just got real, I’m the shit like diarrhea
A hundred racks on me, all hundred dollar bills
I keep lean to pour up, bitch my plug Doctor Phil
I take her to the mall and let her glow up in Chanel

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
[Verse 2]
For real though
Ayy, niggas act like bitches and it ain’t no excuse for it
Some of my niggas Pyru and some of my niggas rollin’
This bankroll I can’t fold it, choppers we still toting
Smoke a lot of dope, you can call me Dopey
Rock a lot of gold, you can call me Goldie
Got a couple Pateks, and a couple Rollies
Went to LA just to ball, you can call me Kobe
You all about these bitches, I’m all about this paper
Bumped in Farrakhan, told him As-Salaam-Alaikum
Buy foreign cars and take ’em to the hood and drag race ’em
Package got caught up, I made her call in and trace ’em, yeah

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

Angel Olsen – Special

Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
Right here in this moment, I wish I could reach you
I’m just a vessel, far away, I see you
Too many like us, run out of the steeple
Guess you could say I lost some faith in people
Want every thought to be golden or fire
I could be made out of truth, not some liar
Want to be tempered, sick to be tested
To see it all clearly, whenever it’s rested
Want every lesson, the lessons they teach me
Someone who knows where I am, whenever they reach me
Give me a fever, show me some reason
Love me whenever it’s out of season
Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
But now in this moment, I wish I could meet you
But I’m just a balloon, far away, I see you
I see you
I see you
I see you, and it’s unclear
I need you to show you’re here
Tell me, I’m nothing to fear
Tell me, I’m nothing, nothing

Eric Church – Round Here Buzz

Another Friday night
There’s a line of cars leaving
Home team’s got an out of towner
Me, I’m sitting on the hood of mine drinking
I’m just a parking lot down and outer
Under that high school bleacher
I drove that preacher’s daughter crazy
Her mama was my homeroom teacher
And her dad was hell bent on saving me
Yeah, I’m sure there’s higher highs
Where the high risers rise
But me, I’m gonna sit right here tonight, and
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down goes up
Lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
I never had big city eyes
Hell, I’ve never been east of Dallas
Got no idea where you are now
Or if you ever got that penthouse palace
No, Scotty’s ain’t got no vibe
Got no gas in his neon light
But he’s got two for one ’til two tonight
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down goes up
Lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down here
Is lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
I catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Round here buzz
I catch me a ’round here buzz

Problem – Get On It (feat. Bad Lucc)

[Hook: Problem]
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like

[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
Who dat
I bet your lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond lane, I thought you knew that
Pound half-Raider, hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros of the Locke
Them hoes on stop
I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it’s 442 my pack a bang rewinding
My bitch is red as a Honda throw back on them Yokohamas
I’ma slam the scraper
You touch the paper it’s go, me I’m just granted for show
These hoes thanking it’s snow
I get it going my nig, I blow the horn and she ready
Disrespectful? [Verse 1: Problem]
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying
See them and be like huh, nigga, what? Nigga please, I’m the one with the fetti
I’m going out with a bang, it’s Lane on the chain
I just throw up a diamond, nigga, cause Lane is the gang! Huh, give a fuck like whaat
Blow my weed, smash the gas
Hop up in my lane, shit be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck a thousand-dollar brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, ass nigga
Compton for real, you ain’t gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city like I’m on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don’t need to pass nigga
Like what that shit do, yeah
[Hook: Problem]
I’m just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don’t want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
Huh, nigga what
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat

[Verse 2: Problem]
Your money funny you a clown
Your bitch hit me up then I’m probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other niggas jabs
Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling
Woo, like Flair
When I’m done they always ask
How you do dat there? Word to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
Cause I’m a pimp see, word to Bun B
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Get a weight lift, reppin’ Cal like Ripken I’m on fire right now
P burnin’, no Syphilis
Strap it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you don’t talk, you just murder a pussy
See me?

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like
[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…
[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na
[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

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Who can bring me into life
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Every calling comes to life
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