Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

What you wanna be? What you wanna be? What you wanna be? What you wanna be? What you gonna be? Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be? What you wanna be? What you wanna be? [Hook]
Yeah, what you wanna be? What you wanna be? What you wanna be? Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich
[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be? Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
They watch my every move
Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
Bitch I sold dope because I had to
Getting head in the back of the classroom
Told my niggas don’t make a move
Because right now I’m hot
Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
I got money in the wild blood on my hands
Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga
[Hook]
What you wanna be? Imma be a real nigga
[Verse 1]
Ask me what imma be
I just wanna be real
My momma say imma die
Cuz real niggas get killed
That fake shit get revealed
Boy you know how that is
I want to snap on these niggas
But something keeps telling me chill
Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
But I love my dawg to death
And dawg it ain’t no homo
You got to pay me for convo
You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
We got to fuck in the hood
Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
Hold up give me a minute
Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
It won’t hurt to be real
That shit won’t cost you a penny
I don’t really have any friends
I don’t fuck with too many
I only fuck with my soldiers
And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah
[Hook]
What you wanna be? What you wanna be? What you wanna be? Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be? Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich
[Verse 2]
Aye
Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
Been getting money since a youth, what about you? What yo wanna be? What you wanna be? What you wanna be? Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be? Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich
[Verse 2]
All I ever want to be in life is what I am
Respect is what I demand
Stand up nigga I never ran
All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
If you partners down the road
Hold em down, that’s just real
If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money
[Hook]
What you wanna be? What you gonna be?

Jamaica Bobsled Niceup Band – Run The Track, It’s Bobsled Time (feat. Sidney Mills)

To my ladies in the black and the yellow and the green
To my breadren cool, you live out the dream
(the dream) the dream
(the dream) the dream
Me say! Fly top speed pon’ this ice wall
Green black and yellow say we nah’ gon’ fall say we nah’ gon’ fall say we nah’ gon’ fall No! Hey! Woah! Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
It’s bobsled time! Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
(To my ladies in the black and the yellow and the green)
To my breadren cool, you live out the dream
(The dream, the dream, me say you live out the dream, the dream, the dream)
It’s bobsled time! Jamaica! Jamaica! No! Hey! Woah! Woah! Jamaica! Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
Jamaica! Woah! Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
It’s bobsled time! (say we nah’ gon’ fall No! No!)

To the right, (to the right)
To the left, (to the left)
To the right, (to the right)
To the left (to the left)
Slide down now
Slide up now
Now bounce! We’re makin’ moves all night
We’re dancing cause we feel alright
No say Jamaica we got your back
More fire! To my ladies in the black and the yellow and the green
To my breadren cool, you live out the dream
(the dream) the dream
(the dream) the dream
Me say! Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
Jamaica! To the right
To the left
To the right
To the left
Goin fast, feelin’ free
Feel da rhythm like the rhythm of da’ sea
Last turn keep your head down
I see the finish line
Jamaica rock da’ whole town! Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time

Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It’s bobsled time
It’s bobsled time! We’re off man! Hey! Make room pon’ da’ ice
Start off feeling nice
You know we do it right
To the right
To the left
To the right
To the left
On this freezing night
Watch Jamaica slide by
Watch Jamaica slide by
Slide down now
Slide up now

To the right
To the left
Now bounce! Run the track! Hey! Woah! Woah!

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Theme Music (feat. Swizz Beatz)

business
Can’t even walk the streets
Bout to make it so y’all can’t even walk the streets, huh
Put the business suit up and put the hood on
Put the chains on, huh, goddamnit! Right
Oh this that Freddy and Jason
Smooth it out
[Verse 1: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music (talk to ’em, Fab)
Told Swizz gotta put the top down (hey)
Drive by my old school just to make my Dean lose it, hah
Always said I’d be a dropout (damn)
Yeah, only right I bring the drop out (woo!)
Look, and everyday is first class
Not bad for the kid who never made his first class
{*school bell ringing*} Yeah
[Verse 2: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
I’m in homeroom with dime sacks (Jada)
If you miss something, rewind that
Memories take you back to the time
Take the time to remember that you can’t get the time back
Now your boy’s invincible
Got me teaching niggas principles
It just make me wanna holla
You can’t even get a dollar cause I can’t talk sense to you (owww!)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
They wanna front ’til you jump in the back
Shawty named Rosa, jump in the back
House party days, you’d get jumped in the back
Nowadays the jump offs just jump in the back
Swish, my jumper is back (oh!)
The bars is up, high jumper is back (whoop!)
You gon’ make one of the gremlins jump from the back
Put the strap over the shoulder like the jumpers is back, yeah
[Verse 4: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
The Eurostep, the German ruger (woo!)
You already know Voorhees (kill kill kill) and Krueger (hahahaha)
Kill shit, still move ki’s through Uber (huh)
Real shit, still gotta feed the shooters (goddamn)
First comes the torture, then they abuse ya (woo!)
Are you the victim? [Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Goddamn! (huh)
Nowadays the dealers worse than the users (oh)
Besides that the system thirsty to lose us, yeah
(Freddy and Jason!)
[Verse 5: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
Flow smooth over the Marvin
Show and prove over the talking (yeah)
They told me as a young G
Even when you hungry never move like you starving
Any questions, asking above (woo!)
Any problems, mask and the gloves (ayy)
Jason and Freddy basically ready
I’m like Masika and Alexis how I’m chasing the fetti
(Goddamn!) Ugh

[Verse 6: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
That’s all I do (woo!), please don’t make me call my crew
Life’s a bitch, don’t make me call my boo
They get the drop
Then them killers they’ll fall right through (blaow!)
Yeah, I’m in the projects hella late (damn)
Shooting dice, playing spades and they selling plates (4-5’s)
The love is for free but they selling hate (ayy)
Either selling weight to you or you selling weight? This that Freddy and Jason, huh? It’s about to get ugly in these streets
That Fab, that Jada, that Swizz
Middle finger to your haters
C’mon man get a plate, get your own plate
Get a seat at the table, if you lucky, huh
Back on that thing, back on that B.S. Smooth it out Are you the accuser? This that Freddy and Jason, huh? (Goddamn) Yeah
[Hook: Fabolous]
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music
[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Goddamnit!

Julia Michaels – Never Your Girl Lyrics

[Chorus]
Laughing it off with someone else, acting as if heartbreak has a cure
Like I was never, never, never your girl
Baby, I really need your help to believe that love is just a word
Like I was never, never, never, never your girl
Oh, oh
Never your girl
Oh, oh Help me understand how to fake it through the day
‘Cause I know you’re out there
[Chorus]
Laughing it off with someone else, acting as if heartbreak has a cure
Like I was never, never, never your girl
Baby, I really need your help to believe that love is just a word
Like I was never, never, never, never your girl
Oh, oh
Never your girl
Oh, oh
[Verse 2]
I remember every time that you kissed my lips goodnight
I’m haunted by the way that you said I was the one you wanted
You said you couldn’t live without me in your life
Well I guess that you survived
[Chorus]
‘Cause now you’re laughing it off with someone else, acting as if heartbreak has a cure
Like I was never, never, never your girl
Baby, I really need your help to believe that love is just a word
Like I was never, never, never, never your girl
Oh, oh
Never your girl
Oh, oh
[Bridge]
Your touch and your face, so many things that I wanna erase
I wish I could stand in your place, I just wanna be known
I keep hearing the sound of your voice, I wish I could block out the noise
I wish that I had a choice, could you show me how it’s done? Show me how to smile and just shake it off like I don’t care? [Verse 1]
Can you teach me how to laugh like everything’s okay?

dodie – The Slowest Man Alive Lyrics

Now the other day I was standing in line
And I’d been standing for, well, quite some time
I had a train to catch, I had a place to be
Sandwich in my hand, I was all set to leave
I was ready to pay, just gonna beep and move
Just two more people in that infuriating queue
And one of them’s gone now; off they drive
And this is when I meet the slowest man alive
He shuffles forward, tripping on every crack
Tapping every pocket, his front and back
Raises his arms in the air, “Oh dear, where’s my cash?”
Just as he does so, there’s a mighty splash
Pennies and fivers and ten p’s and pounds
Fall from his arms and bounce on the ground
He chuckles I crack, as down he bends
To pick up every last coin, fifties, twenties, and tens
Sandwich melting in hand, the slowest man in this world
Plonks his change on the counter, deals it out to the girl
“Uh oh!” he exclaims with a huff and a puff
“I don’t think I have enough”
So just as I think I’ll never get served
A new cashier appears after what we’ve observed
I bound forward, grab my uke from behind
I’m ready to blow this slow man’s mind
Hey, Scattered Change, have you heard of BPAY
‘cos I can purchase my sandwich in a unique way
I’ll tell you a bit more about it after this song
But I’m paying with my uke and then I’m moving along
As I smugly place down my uke on the machine
The slow man laughs at something that I haven’t seen…
“I like your BPAY sticker
Your lack of change and a purse
But before you pay…
Check where your sandwich is first!”

Usher – Amsterdam Lyrics

Do you remember, yeah? Ohhh
Maybe you were too gone, maybe I was gone too
And I knew I was on you, and I didn’t even want to land
(Do you remember that night in Amsterdam?)
Cause I remember clearly, yeah
[Verse 1]
So hard to describe the energy
You had to be there, you had to feel it for yourself
Walking through the static of the aromatics
Started from the bottom, made it to the attic
Hoping I don’t leave up out this bitch an addict
Halfway to the plane and we still going at it (woo, damn!)
You was so sexy, cursing out taxi drivers
You were so public, you was like fuck it, let me ride it! Ohhh
Maybe you were too gone, maybe I was gone too
But fuck it I was on you, and I didn’t even want to land
(Do you remember that night in Amsterdam?)
Cause I remember clearly, yeah
[Outro]
Oohhhh, do you remember, yeah? Do you remember, I? [Intro]
Turn the lights on
[Chorus]
Now it all seems like a blur
All the things we saw and heard
At least for me, it was a first
Do you remember that night in Amsterdam? Do you remember that night in Amsterdam? Oohh I, oohh I Do you remember, I? (right here)
So I did, and you did
Had that man getting big
Wishing I could take you back to where I live
Thought about you all the way back to the crib
[Chorus]
Now it all seems like a blur
All the things we saw and heard
At least for me, it was a first
Do you remember that night in Amsterdam? Ohhh
Maybe you were too gone, maybe I was gone too
I know I was on you, and I didn’t even want to land
(Do you remember that night in Amsterdam?)
Cause I remember clearly, yeah
[Verse 2]
All those smoky rooms filled with tiny dancers
And all those voices calling my name, and I ain’t tryna answer
And when you lay down on me, I couldn’t help but stand
Had me all at attention, lost in this wonderland
I was so in tune, didn’t notice anyone else that was in the room
Made a small shower, saw all the wall flowers
Didn’t have any other choice but to bloom
Each moment run to the other, saw the beauty in every color
With me standing in the light
And you was like, “let me get a light”
[Chorus]
Now it all seems like a blur
All the things we saw and heard
At least for me, it was a first
Do you remember that night in Amsterdam? Do you remember that night in Amsterdam? Do you remember that night in Amsterdam?

Scarlxrd – LXXK DEAD. Lyrics

{Verse 1}
Live or die live or die
Swear my choices out of whack
Fucking fine fucking fine
I won’t do it I’m a man
You ain’t really bout this life you bit my style off for the clout
Rip that mask up off your face and pull your spine out through your mouth
Yah, watch your moves you be twisting up the facts
I just stepped in solo but I still can call the gang
I pride myself on moving faward with some class
I let these niggas hate then i go and buy another house
I don’t slow down fuck up or run out of steam
Throw my foot on the fucking gas bitch I like to speed
Digital dash
Racking up miles on the map
Doging and weave never crash
Hide from the fact
The shit that you hates in the past
But you would die for the cash
Never realising everything is just a vision
Can I keep my shit together gotta keep the tunnel vision
Maybe killing off my self is something that of an addiction
But I always find a way to fucking hold on to an ambition
Yeah uh
Lately I’ve been panicking
All my hope is slightly vanishing
My own life I gamble with
This the mother fucking thanks I get
All these scars on my back i know nothings fine
Went to hell made it back and I’m still alive
All this hatred of this world might just ease my mind
I can no longer pretend that everything is fine
I dont need no fucking help
Go fuck with somebody else
Pull me on your string to hell
Dying on my fucking self
I’m insane bitch can’t you tell
Niggas solid till they melt
All this hatred that I’ve felt
I’m surprised I’m here swell
Yah, I don’t give no fucks I talk my shit and still get paid
Last year they were hating they now they tryna ride the wave
I cut off a bitch I cuffed and now I feel the pain
I’m fucking drunk, in my truck switching lanes
Breaking it down for a minute
All of this cash that im getting
Bout to get me a new business
Trade in the queen for the benjies
I breaking all of my limits
See me out in public
They say Scarlxrd isn’t nice
Yah
See it
Like it cop it
I don’t care about the price
[Interlude]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Haha, uh, OK (Scarlxrd)
This is what happens when I’m bored
(suck you Mom, cunt)
Yugh
[Outro]
Yah, I don’t give no fucks I talk my shit and still get paid
Last year they were hating they now they tryna ride the wave
I cut off a bitch I cuffed and now I feel the pain
I’m fucking drunk, in my truck switching lanes
Live or die live or die
Swear my choices out of whack
Fucking fine fucking fine
I won’t do it I’m a man
You ain’t really bout this life you bit my style off for the clout
Rip that mask up off your face and pull your spine out through your mouth
(DXXM on the fucking way you son of a bitch)

Kero Kero Bonito – Only Acting Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I step onto the stage, see the curtain raise
I’m apparent, I’ve got someone to play
All the crowd, they’re in the seats
Looking straight at me for an answer
They just get what they see
They applaud and the usher’s locking the door till the matinee
[Verse 2]
So I get to know the cast, though it doesn’t last
I’m a pro but I won’t take it too far
Now I know I shouldn’t get comfy on the set
Every time it all comes down when we end
That’s the truth that the stage school doesn’t teach you
But it’s good to know
[Pre-Chorus]
It takes much more than just learning the script
You see, you gotta take the part and believe it
Oh, I sometimes make up all of my lines on the spot
But I will always give what I got
[Chorus]
I thought I was only acting
But I felt exactly like it was all for real
I sure didn’t know it hurt so
But the rehearsal could show you how to feel inside
What you gotta hide
Where to put your pride
When to realize you’ve had your time
Find another role
Carry on the show
[Bridge]
You should be able to feel a performance with your whole body and soul
Now I’m going to teach you everything
And you, and you, and you, and you
[Pre-Chorus (Shortened)]
Oh, I sometimes make up all of my lines on the spot
But I will always give what I got
[Chorus]
I thought I was only acting
But I felt exactly like it was all for real
I sure didn’t know it hurt so
But the rehearsal could show you how to feel inside
What you gotta hide
Where to put your pride
When to realize you’ve had your time
Find another role
Carry on the show
[Outro]
I thought I was only acting
But I felt exactl-exactl-exactl-exactl-exactl
What you gotta hi-
How to feel inside
What you gotta hide
Find another role

Shahmen – Wild Brush Fire Lyrics

Back in Amsterdam, still smoking on that LA
Smiling at life, here in the beast’s belly
Fuck what evil tell me. Baby my name’s BLESS
Been hungry since the first day I left my mother’s breast
Been fresh since the mess left me then I left the west
Running from death with metal lungs and an iron chest
I keep my breath on lock
As i fire up this doobie full of fresh grown crops
You can find me where the kush grows
And the wind blows through willows
Blowing out clouds in the shapes of pillows
Writing short little poems, all based on riddles
Of my life from the lows to highs and middles
Cry a river and dive up in it, headfirst into my heart
Like a knife up in it, I write within it
A brand new life I’m living
Every time I’m handed a mic, its loaded dice I’m given
It ain’t a gamble of course of winning
Look in his eyes and recognize all the forces in him
And the forces with him, standing right beside him
Still hunt with wolves and I sleep with lions
Hanging high at night from the belt of Orion
Smiling at life and the fact that we high again
Crow wings spread, I think its time that we fly my friend
(Hook)
Long as the fire is around, there ain’t no bringing me down
As high as fire can grow, I go beyond to my zone
X4

Soulja Boy – Gucci Durag Lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)
Gucci Durag (x8)
Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)
Gucci Durag (x8)
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Gucci durag just check out my flag
Just walked in this bitch with a brand new bag
Pull up, Porsche, Check a flag
It ain’t Halloween Im walking ’round with the mac
In the trap with the strap and that mac on my lap
Ménage à trois in my gucci durag
She a bad ass bitch with a fake ass
I pull up Porsche truck and drop off a bag
Pull up im serving that [?] and they know that shit
Look at my diamonds you ain’t even notice it
Walk in the mall with 20 thou’ nigga I blow that shit
You pass me that backwood it ain’t no gas, imma throw that shit
Pull in the corvette and flex on you niggas
I’m Big Soulja Draco I dont fuck with you niggas
Bout 200 in the corvette had to get a ticket
Jumped out that bitch and i hopped in new Bentley
Pedal to the medal, Push it To the limit
In the trap I run circles round’ niggas like fidget spinners
Condo came with versace slippers
SODMG records, nigga I bought the building
I just made another million (ooh)
I just serve and then i’m killin (Uhh)
In the trap in the kitchen throw fish in the skillet
V12 my engine just to be specific
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)
Gucci Durag (x8)
Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)
Gucci Durag (x8)
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Ridin’ round’ town with a brick on me
You ain’t gotta ask, lil nigga I got that stick on me
Run up on gang you history
Where you get all that money from damn it’s a mystery
Sitting in the trap with that mac on my lap
Lil lame ass nigga, Know you ain’t getting no racks
I’m ridin’ round’ with that strap
Young nigga post up with a brick in the trap
Just sold a brick the other day
Left wrist cost a hundred k (100k)
Run up on gang and imma let that choppa spray
Got a brick of actavis in my trophy case
I just cashed out on another Wraith
If you ain’t getting no money get the fuck up out my face
Hit the cookie dope i;m Outerspace
Talkin shit nigga you know them bullets hit your face
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)
Gucci Durag (x8)
Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)
Gucci Durag (x8)
[Outro: Soulja Boy]

Soulja Boy – Balenciaga Backpack Lyrics

[Hook]
Damn, he got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack
Balenciaga backpack
[Verse]
Swervin’ the foreign, I pull to the trap in another whip
I got hunnid racks on me nigga, ain’t no matchin’ that
In the back seat, that’s a strap on top another strap
Hop out that bitch with a hunnid racks
Jump out the coupe and I swerve that shit just like a stolen whip
Money Gang, I feel like the President
In a helicopter with 250 bricks
On a private jet I’m state-to-state
Movin’ with bricks, touch down in quick trip with that strap on my hip
Run up on gang you gon get hit with hollow tip
I’m heavily trappin’ I guess that’s why she on my dick
Hop out that bitch it’s another foreign whip
First opportunity, did it to get rich
Fell in love with my Draco extended clip
Red bottoms on the bottom of my jean, drip
[Hook]
He got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack

Davido – Flora My Flawa Lyrics

[Intro]
Baddest
Damn, fresh on the beat
[Verse 1]
If your behind was my course oh
I will never never miss school
See, your front turn to slippers o
Cele go dey wear shoe
My baby na God, my baby too know
Was your mother a dealer? My baby na bomb, oshi bra mi o
Was your father a Soldier? [Chorus]
Yea
Flora my flawa
(?)
If you say I’m good for nothing o
Therefore I’m bad for something o
Flora my flawa
Baby (?)
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o
Baby baby Omalicha
Me and you go be nothing forever o
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o
Baby baby Akanchawa
Me and you go be nothing forever o
[Bridge]
Baddest
Damn, Fresh on the beat
[Verse 2]
My baby is sweet, my baby is nice
My baby (?) oh meji
Baby this your sweet kind of love
Jedi jedi, ko ni ba mi (sugar)
You can ask Self-paid
For your matter, zero downgrade (Shekpe)
You can ask Abolo
(?) iwo ni sho
[Chorus]
Yea
Flora my flawa
(?)
If you say I’m good for nothing o
Therefore I’m bad for something o
Flora my flawa
(?)
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o
Baby baby Omalicha
Me and you go be nothing forever o
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o
Baby baby Akanchawa
Me and you go be nothing forever o (shekpe)
[Bridge]
Baddest
Damn, Fresh on the beat
{Chorus}
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o
Baby baby Omalicha
Me and you go be nothing forever o
If nothing lasts forever o
Me and you go be nothing forever o (Forever, forever)
Baby baby Akanchawa
Damn, fresh on the beat
Me and you go be nothing forever o (shekpe)
[Outro]
Fresh, fresh
Kiri bembem
Baddest
Mix Monster

Tinashe – Faded Love Ft Future

Lyrics to ‘Tinashe – Faded Love Ft Future’ by Tinashe:

Tinashe calls on Future for some assistance on her new single “Faded Love.” The two of them have previously proved to be a great duo together on “How Many Times” off her first project. Tinashe explained that “How Many Times” was one of her favorite records off her debut project and wanted to get Future back on board for Joyride. Take A Listen Below

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Claudia Leitte – Carnaval lyrics

[Chorus: Claudia Leitte]
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
Shake it and drop it, shake it and drop it
You know it’s going down
Everybody dancing, everybody jumping
Let’s get it started now
This is my Carnaval
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
We made history together, opened up the World Cup
We ’bout to do it again, now baby, buckle up
From Miami to Brazil
Claudia pass the torch like Olympics in Rio
Girl, you got that hmmm
Girl, you got that real
Me I got that glow
Yeah, you know the drill
Hit them with that samba, show them what it is
And after Carnaval we can all hit the crib
Obrigado, Claudia Leitte
Here we go again
Speaking to the world
Here we go again
In Carnaval
Here we go again
Now move this drop, everybody hands up
[Chorus: Claudia Leitte]
This is my carnaval aye aye aye ha
This is my carnaval aye aye aye ha
Shake it and drop it, shake it and drop it
You know it’s going down
Everybody dancing, everybody jumping
Let’s get it started now
This is my carnaval aye aye aye ha
This is my carnaval aye aye aye ha
Shake it and drop it, shake it and drop it
You know it’s going down
Everybody dancing, everybody jumping
Let’s get it started now
This is my Carnaval
[Verse 2: Claudia Leitte]
Give me rhythm, give me flow
Give it up, boy, I need some more
Take my body to the floor tonight
Touch me good, baby, come and do me right
Jiggle it and take it low
Blow the trumpets, baby, blow
We can dance until the morning light
We can do, we can do this thing for life
Samba
A little bit of rumba
With a bit of salsa
Play it over and over
[Chorus: Claudia Leitte]
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
Shake it and drop it, shake it and drop it
You know it’s going down
Everybody dancing, everybody jumping
Let’s get it started now
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
Shake it and drop it, shake it and drop it
You know it’s going down
Everybody dancing, everybody jumping
Let’s get it started now
This is my Carnaval
[Verse 3: Claudia Leitte]
Deja deja de llorar
El passado es pa borrar
Adelante no hay que parar
El camino es mio pa tomar
Sigue sigue, quiero mas
Mi destino y mi compass
Y el amor, yo voy a encontrar
Por que yo siempre voy a amar
Samba
A little bit rumba
With a bit of salsa
Play it over and over
[Chorus: Claudia Leitte]
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
Shake it and drop it, shake it and drop it
You know it’s going down
Everybody dancing, everybody jumping
Let’s get it started now
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
This is my Carnaval aye aye aye ha
Shake it and drop it, shake it and drop it
You know it’s going down
Everybody dancing everybody jumping
Let’s get it started now
This is my Carnaval

The art of photographing strangers on the streets of Sydney

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(Supplied: Jon Lewis)
Lewis’s portraits appear compositionally straightforward, but it’s a technique he has worked to perfect over a career spanning five decades.”I’ve always loved [photography] through my adult life.”Anything good is a gift in this world because the world is so buggered.”Born to an Australian father and Jewish-American mother in Maryland, USA, Lewis came to live in Australia in 1951. (Supplied: Jon Lewis)
In the 1970s he co-founded Greenpeace Australia and rubbed shoulders with other prominent creatives as part of the Yellow House art collective in Sydney’s Potts Point.The profession took him to Europe, Asia, the Pacific and outback Australia, and led to his documentary-styled images being acquired by cultural institutions and private collectors around the globe.”It’s nice to have the world seen in photographs, of things that actually happened and meant something to a great deal of people.”

Photo:
One of Lewis’s impromptu portraits taken in Darlinghurst. Photo:
Lewis is capturing the ever-changing cosmopolitan face of Sydney. Photo:
Jon Lewis has been perfecting his art over five decades. Photo:
A street portrait in Chippendale. (Supplied: Jon Lewis)
While he always carries a light camera kit, Lewis let in on one tip for making engaging portraits of strangers.”Humour is a wonderful thing to bring along when you photograph people that you don’t know.”His exhibition Perfect Strangers is on display at The Photography Room in Canberra until March 4. Everyday photographer Jon Lewis hits the streets to document the ever-changing cosmopolitan face of Sydney.”What I’m trying to say in it is everybody is important, it’s not just us long-legged white fellas,” he said of the purpose of his work.”It’s also Asian people, it’s also Indigenous people, it’s also religious people, it’s all that.”

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This man on City Road in Chippendale attracted Lewis’s attention. (ABC Radio Sydney: Luke Wong) Photo:
An elderly woman Lewis encountered on King Street, Newtown. (Supplied: Jon Lewis)
Over the past four years his daily ritual has involved pulling up strangers to make impromptu portraits with the available light.Lewis can’t predict who he will encounter or what will attract him to certain characters on his journeys.”I have no idea until I see it, but up until that stage it’s always been a time of wondering what’s going to surprise me or indeed talk to me.”Last year the State Library of NSW acquired a selection of 50 images from his growing street portraits series that currently includes more than 750 pictures. (Supplied: Jon Lewis)
“Most street photography is done with the people unaware that they’re being photographed, whereas he really wants them to be an active part of what he’s doing,” she said.”So that’s why he seeks permission; engaging with them, it makes them a very interactive part of the photograph.””I think it’s dignified and the way to get good work is to acknowledge the person that you’re photographing,” Lewis added.Although he’s a veteran behind the lens, Lewis admitted that approaching people could still be a challenge.”Every time I make a photograph I get a little frightened; I’m not particularly comfortable.”But generally speaking people are wonderful and they’re most accommodating, and if you’re correct and happy with them they will usually be easy to photograph.”

Photo:
The portraits capture the changing demographics, faces and fashions on Sydney’s streets. (Supplied: Jon Lewis)
Lewis’s assistant Sarah Barker plays a critical role in curating, exhibiting and highlighting the photographs through social media.”I think it’s important work that needs people to see it,” Ms Barker said.”It says a lot about society, our shared humanity and how we have more in common than we do different.”In her opinion the best of Lewis’s images are the result of his friendly and transparent approach with the subjects.
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Jon Lewis doesn’t know who’ll be a subject of his portraits until he sees them.