Brisbane, these are your most annoying qualities

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Summer in Brisbane
“It was originally intended to be a penal settlement and it’d be perfect for that purpose.”It’s like someone sat down and thought: ‘How can we engineer this place for maximum misery?'”I think putting it in a sweaty little valley is just a nice way to do it.”Is it really that bad?Mr Lombard said while Brisburned does poke fun at the frustrations Brisbanites face, it also focuses on the city’s endearing qualities.”Back in my twenties if you wanted to go out there was half a dozen places on Eagle Street where you could go out, and if you wanted to go to a bar and listen to music it was difficult,” he said.”Brisbane is changing and it’s really developing and I really quite like living here now.”I’ve realised wherever you live is where you live there’s the same frustrations and not everywhere is exciting all the time, so is Brisbane really that bad?”Brisburned also stars Mike Griffin, James Tinniswood, Laura Sullivan, and Liz Tuckett. (612 ABC Brisbane: Jessica Hinchliffe)
What do you think?We asked ABC Brisbane’s Facebook followers what they dislike about the city they called home. Paul Smith”The lack of parking at all the hospitals in Brisbane. What bugs you most about Brisbane?The last few months of intolerable humidity? (ABC News: Giulio Saggin)
“No one seems to know where it is that they’re supposed to be or what lane they’re supposed to be in.”I feel like even the sat nav just sort of cuts in and says, ‘May the Force be with you’ and ‘Good luck work it out’.” The awful humidity”Brisbane is a sub-tropical swampland,” he said. Removing cars from dropping and picking up children outside schools which are on main roads. Being stuck in peak hour traffic on Coronation Drive? (ABC News: Patrick Williams)
“One of my pet peeves at the moment is just how many guys wear RM Williams boots with a business suit,” Mr Lombard said.”If I was the boss and you turned up to work in RMs, I’d take away your ergonomic office chair and just give you a saddle and see if that sorts you out.”Really sort out who’s a cowboy and who’s following the Joneses.” Traffic jams”There is one intersection that gets me at the end of Ann Street when you go onto the Riverside Express Way,” he said. Getting the flu during Ekka season?There may be some parts of life in the Queensland capital that drive you up the wall, but it’s inspiration for comedian Mark Lombard.He’s turning his list of things that bug him about Brisbane into a theatrical revue-style show titled Brisburned, to perform at the Brisbane Comedy Festival next month.We asked him to share a bit about what was annoying him at the moment: Our fashion sense

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Mark Lombard will be joined on stage by four other comedians. Here are some of the highlights:”The traffic, the public transport system, the politicians, everything closing at about 8:00pm”. Incorrect road signage and more street lighting required around schools, parks and streets.” Roz Pearson”The way Brisbane dwellers look down on those living in Logan or Ipswich as if we’re somehow inferior.” Sandra Mansell”The Brisbane Entertainment Centre carpark after a concert, takes at least an hour to get home and I only live three suburbs away.” Janelle Kane Photo:
Does the traffic make your blood boil?

David Guetta, Martin Garrix & Brooks – Like I Do

[Verse]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
Like I do
[Chorus]
Like, like I do
Like I do
Like, like I do
Like I do
[Post-Chorus]
Like I do
[Verse]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
Like I do

[Chorus]
Like, like I do
Like I do
Like, like I do
Like I do
[Post-Chorus]
Like I do
[Outro]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do

Dave East – Peter Pan

He don’t miss a night at the club, don’t miss a cook out (not one)
Dishes in his mother crib, dirty garbage he ain’t took out (never)
But he could tell you who got pregnant, tell you who shook out
Some niggas fightin’ after younger girls like he still got it (still)
He never had it, had light static, he still hottin’
Youngin’s got him sippin’ lean, they got him pill poppin’ (percs)
This real knowledge, these niggas 40 and still plottin’ (watch ’em)
[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan

[Outro]
I blame it on the elder niggas that never helped us
We had to go get it, no guidance, nobody felt us
16 with more pocket money than your daddy
We was broke and we came up from nothin’, nigga, we gon’ brag
All this Gucci, we gon’ brag
Older niggas hatin’, not all of ’em I remember callin’ ’em, now they so mad
They ain’t reach their potential and live the life they want to live
[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan You ain’t even got hoes workin’ and know all the dancers
Check this out, old head, we gon’ get it the way we know how
We ain’t takin’ deals, I coppin’ out, know we gon’ blow trial
You slow bringin’ it back so we just front you a whole now
Us young niggas get real money, I hope you know now
Everybody that ain’t here would be half his age
All he do is argue, been a minute since he had a fade
He got a mattress, he ain’t even got no sheets
Been in his mother crib for years and he ain’t even got no key

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
[Verse 3]
How you 40 and niggas pay you to look out? [Intro]
Time changed, check out your mind frame
Got no times for mind games (grow up, nigga)
Grow up, nigga
[Verse 1]
He 37, think he 22
His mother work, he play the crib, just polishin’ his .22
Plus he eat up all the food but never grocery shop
Actin’ like he out lookin’ for a job but he know he not
He know the gossip, know what happen when Chad got locked up
He know who beefin’ like every weekend, his BM pop up
He keep makin’ promises, he gon’ help her
He never felt a hard time dealin’ with pressure
The youngin’ niggas used to respect him, was kinda credible
He shot a couple cats in the 90’s, few niggas never knew
He did a stretch for some domestic shit
He punched his ex after she told him, this some pussy you could never get
Behind the wall, turned Blood, but came home neutral
‘Cause streets spooky, you think we practise our own voodoo
He realize shit changed, he had to hustle smarter
High temper, shape-up push back, he wanna cut his barber
He loved his father but through his life he could not trust him
Damn near 40, just realized he ain’t got nothin’
Had the green light for years, his connect hit the stop button
Back to nicklin’, dimin’, youngin’s on the block pumpin’

[Chorus]
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
I got homies comin’ home sayin’ they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin’ they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call ’em Peter Pan
[Verse 2]
Niggas bought him clothes when he got out the yard
He was bigger then, homies told him he should bodyguard
He was used to crack’s, ain’t know the price that molly cost
Youngin’s don’t pay him no mind, they figure he probably lost
They don’t know he grew up in the era where nobody soft
He tried to school ’em and gave ’em his own narcotic talk
Told him never stash your money and your work together
Never had no package when your body, it ain’t work forever
Found a nigga you could really trust, I think y’all work together
Never smoke, ridin’ with dope, rain is the perfect weather
So how you broke if you got all the answers?

Zaytoven – What You Think (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ Da Juiceman)

Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was? Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is? Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Huh, huh
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is? Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Uh
What you think this is? Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? [Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is? Girl, I thought I told you, never fuck with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is? [Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is? Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is? Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?

PRhyme – Rock It

Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Even Patron had to stand in line and wait"
This is God’s work handcrafted by karma
I’ma always be here laughin’ and clownin’, last til’ I promise
And last but not least, I’ma finally retire my dad
From that post office, and that’s on my mama
I live my life for my girls and my boys
I took my soul back from the devil, now the world can enjoy it

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it
[Interlude: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Now, first the Dipset split up, then Azealia Banks leave twitter
And now you niggas hatin’ on Nickel
I just been the same standup nigga since the day I came in this game
And I just come in here to stay til’ I’m crippled
I’ma combination of Kane, G-Rap, Reggie Noble, and James
Who still has Ashanti and Kelly Rowland in dreams
They tried to blackball me, but couldn’t, I was too fuckin’ good
They tried to run me out of my city, I was too fuckin’ hood
So, all I’m tryin’ to say (say) to artists tryin’ to kill me is
"Hey! Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? You know I come around and rock it
Word up
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller
My ratchet blows, it’s trappin’ souls like Bryson Tiller
They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings
And that’s the very thing that gets me out the bed in the mornin’
I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna
I got no fear of dishonor, I bled and lived through trauma
First the Fat Boys break up, then Bow Wow retires
And now y’all disrespectin’ the King
I come there with the street sweepers for niggas
Claimin’ they doin’ dirt and get to just disinfectin’ the scene
I’m what you call the epitomizer of gettin’ dark, I will spit a geyser
That’ll get these guys on the charts to fit a liger of bars
I’m feelin’ like the diamond on the permanent throne
Weed like the Qu’ran, burn it, you can get stoned
It’s smellin’ like a megaphone in the coupe
Go in the two with extra zone in the booth, flow in the tool
The headphones, the microphone and the new poems approve
I’m the best to ever progress on the measured, metronome in the loop
All I can do is turn your sister to my all-night masseuse
Zonin’ to Gu’, this is my moment of truth
[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
Can I rock it? Oh, my gosh! [Intro: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
I said Oh, my gosh! Yes, you can
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it
[Outro: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up Oh, my gosh! PRhyme, word up
You know I come around and rock it
They saying Oh, my gosh!

LOGIC – 44 More

I’m back again to snap again and goddamnit, it ain’t no other way around it
Yeah, it’s happenin’ ’cause I’ve been livin’ in a world on my own
Leave me alone, I’m in the zone where I’ve been prone to destroy shit
You cannot avoid this
Wack mothafuckas have annoyed this
Yes, you know I enjoy this
Preach, mothafuckin’ preach
Yeah I’m tryna reach everybody in the streets, puttin’ words to the beats
Each one teach one, yeah I’m tryna reach one
Who the beast one? That Kevin Durant, I’m a champion
Check the numbers, I’m a champion
Can’t sleep on the boy anymore, but the haters that love to hate gon’ pop an Ambien
Star Lord, champion
Know the name, now they know the alias, that’s for sure
Gave ’em 44, now here’s 44 more [Verse]
Ayy, bitch I been goin’ and goin’ like the Energizer
Yeah, I’m supplyin’ the wood like Elijah
In the cut, smokin’ on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I’m finna surprise her
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise you to pay attention
Never need to mention, I’m that motherfucker bustin’ heads
Finna push it to the ledge
Yeah, I’ve been smokin’ my meds
Ain’t got no love for the feds
Can’t let fame go to your head
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
I’m finna kill it instead
I’m finna, I’m finna, I’m finna
I will, I will do like I’ve never done it
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin’ and goin’
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Finna murder it, a million miles and there ain’t no nitrous
Doin’ righteous
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Everybody think that they do but they don’t
Swear to God that they would but they won’t
Spittin’ riddles in the middle of a past-time
Me in my mind, feelin’ divine, like yeah
Finna get it like yeah, yeah, like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I done made 20 million dollars (preach!)
I don’t flex to be acknowledged (preach!)
At this point it’s common knowledge (preach!)
All you haters been abolished (preach!)
You in the club throwin’ dollars, but I’m savin’ mine so my kids go to college (preach!)
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach!)
Just as long as they never say (preach!)
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy)
He had to flex to be acknowledged (ayy)
He in the club throwin’ dollars and now cannot afford to send me to college (ayy)
Daddy just wanna be loved, just like everybody wanna be accepted (ayy)
But somehow he had neglected me and my momma for all of this rap shit" (ayy)
No, I cannot fuck with that shit (ayy)
No, I cannot fuck with that
Who you know dropped the album back to back to back to back to back to back again? That be me, I’m the pride to the East one
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
Shout out everybody, no fuckin’ around, ain’t heard of this
Heard of us, we ain’t goin’ nowhere, it’s a herd of us
Hold up, roll up
Levitated like I’m David Blaine
Livin’ a dream like I’m David Aames
Talk all you want, we are not the same
Step in the spot, now they know the name
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
If that ain’t a sign of the times then I don’t know what is, man this shit is scary
‘Cause bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up like C-4
And I’m 3 for 3 like a free throw
Anybody hatin’ on the boy
Take a step back and then deepthroat
Now my phone blowin’ up like ring
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!

Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
And I’m like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

Marian Hill – Subtle Thing

[Verse 1: Samantha Gongol]
It’s 2AM and I am trying to sleep
You told me "Lady, you were thinking of me"
I don’t wanna talk about it
I don’t wanna live without it
You told me "Lady, you were thinking"
[Chorus: Samantha Gongol]
It’s a subtle thing
When you look at me
It’s a subtle thing
Such a subtle thing
[Verse 2: Samantha Gongol]
I always see you when I’m out on the street
I wanna talk and you appear on my screen
Dreaming like a broken record
Looping all you know forever
You told me "Lady, you were thinking"
[Chorus: Samantha Gongol]
It’s a subtle thing
When you look at me
It’s a subtle thing
Such a subtle thing
Such a subtle thing

[Bridge: Samantha Gongol]
We always play into
I love the way we move
Heard your favorite record on the day before we met
(I love the way we move)
Every time I hear it now I kinda start to swear
(We always play)
Wanna call you over when I feel you getting closer
(Into)
Are you teasing me? [Chorus: Samantha Gongol]
It’s a subtle thing
When you look at me
It’s a subtle thing
Such a subtle thing
(It’s a subtle thing)
(It’s a subtle thing)
Such a subtle thing

Lissie – Best Days

I got it."
What you gotta say is you don’t know anymore
Everybody’s got ’em, it’s a big bad world
But I, I want more
I wanna know what it’s all for
[Chorus 1]
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me
Waiting to be realised
I keep my eye on that prize
If the best days that I know are just in the past
Am I gonna last forever? I want more best days
[Verse 2]
I could’ve stayed in college but I didn’t wanna
I dropped out and moved to California
Left Ojai for the next best thing
Got a pick-up truck
I want a diamond ring
Oh, oh
[Chorus 2]
‘Cause the best days of our life are coming for us
Waiting to be realised
And it’s not a surprise
If the best days that we’ll know are just in the past
Are we gonna last forever? [Verse 1]
When I tell you baby that I got a problem
You say, "Honey, hold on. I want more best days
[Outro]
I’m gonna last forever
I, I, oh I, I, I
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me I want more best days
[Bridge]
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
[Chorus 1]
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me
Waiting to be realised
I keep my eye on that prize
If the best days that I know are just in the past
Am I gonna last forever?

Janelle Monae – Make Me Feel

[Verse 1]
Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you
All of the feelings that I’ve got for you
Can’t be explained, but I can try for you
Yeah, baby, don’t make me spell it out for you
You keep on asking me the same questions (why?)
And second guessing all my intentions
Should know by the way I use my compression
That you’ve got the answers to my confessions
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
There’s nothin’ better
[Chorus]
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
[Verse 2]
You know I love it, so please don’t stop it
You got me right here in your jean pocket (right now)
Laying your body on a shag carpet (oh)
You know I love it so please don’t stop it
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
There’s nothin’ better
[Chorus]
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
[Bridge]
That’s just the way that I feel now, baby
Good God! Agh! I can’t help it
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better (oh!)
There’s nothin’ better (better!)
[Chorus – Outro]
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel That’s just the way that I feel, yeah
Please! I can’t help it!

Janelle Monae – Django Jane

Well, what’s it worth? This a tsunami
For the culture, I kamikaze
I put my life on a life line
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it? This is my palace, champagne in my chalice
I got it all covered like a wedding band
Wondaland, so my alias is Alice
We gon’ start a motherfuckin’ pussy riot
Or we gon’ have to put ’em on a pussy diet
Look at that, I guarantee I got ’em quiet
Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired
A-town, made it out there
Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there
Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail
Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale
Momma was a G, she was cleanin’ hotels
Poppa was a driver, I was workin’ retail
Kept us in the back of the store
We ain’t hidden no more, moonlit nigga, lit nigga
Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin’ down Grammys with the family
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the
Highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated
Yeah, we highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated
Yeah, Gemini they still jammin’
Box office numbers, and they doin’ outstandin’
Runnin’ outta space in my damn bandwagon
Remember when they used to say I look too mannish
Black girl magic, y’all can’t stand it
Y’all can’t ban it, made out like a bandit
They been trying hard just to make us all vanish
I suggest they put a flag on a whole nother planet

Jane Bond, never Jane Doe
And I Django, never Sambo
Black and white, yeah that’s always been my camo
It’s lookin’ like y’all gon’ need some more ammo
I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off like Van Gogh
Now, pan right for the angle
I got away with murder, no Scandal
Cue the violins and the violas
We gave you life, we gave you birth
We gave you God, we gave you Earth
We fem the future, don’t make it worse
You want the world? Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris
In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power? now, would anybody doubt it? Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots
Who twist the plot? Do anybody got it? Made a fandroid outta yo girlfriend
Let’s get caught downtown in the whirlwind
And paint the city pink, paint the city pink
And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end
And nigga, down dawg
Nigga move back, take a seat, you were not involved
And hit the mute button
Let the vagina have a monologue
Mansplaining, I fold em like origami
What’s a wave, baby? I say anybody got it? If she the G.O.A.T. Do anybody got it?

Flatbush Zombies – Headstone

Warning, watch them niggas flashin’ like papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get money
Tonight’s the night, guess who’s back on my block
Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown
This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork Hell raiser, still feel me
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck, shame on a nigga
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin’ from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Right now I’m on the edge, so don’t push me
Troublesome since ’96, you a shook one
Breath easy on the ledge, I’ma push ya
What’s that? I shot ya! [Intro: Zombie Juice]
Victory, victory
Gold on my neck, Mr. I smell pussy
Let me count my guns, hum
5,4,3,2,1 run
Hi my name is Dirt Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go to the next episode
Ain’t another nigga this explosive, beastcoast shit
BRR-BRR reload it
Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas, survival of the fittest
Woo-woo! That’s the sound of the police
I’m in deep cover, skrr skrr
Leaned back, give me one more chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I’m so, so deaf, God can’t tell me nothing
Records on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? Ruthless, easy does it
The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it
The underdogs, with liquid swords
It was written in my diary to start a war
I’m feelin’ infamous, immortal with my technique
A revolutionary shinin’, with diamond teeth
Young don, Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain’t half as nice
I’m born to kill, life after death, I made the sacrifice
I’m super duper fly, Juice’ll keep them hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, America’s most
Ain’t no half-steppin’, see you at the crossroads
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin’ from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
It was written in a children’s story, that life’s a bitch
So what you want? T
Victory, victory
Zombie gang reppin’ that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like I’m Lil Weeze
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
It’s hell on earth with this rap beat
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin’, from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Imagine when you’re thirty thousand feet up what you think of?Boy, I hated knowin’ that my thoughts would turn to dreams
‘Cause I never knew I’d get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin’, walkin’ dead on
But your favorite rapper’s name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you’re dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back
Yeah, I’m born to mack
It’s dark in Hell, it’s hot so leave me where I’m at
I’m livin’ how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It’s clear to see, all eyez on me, four hundred degrees
Who am I? Everyday I struggle with it
Only god can judge me slippin’, I’m infinitely big pimpin’
Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them
Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin’ suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M, renegade
For the money, only green is the lemonade
I’m a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss the fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant shit
Blackout, can I live?

B.o.B – Food Fight

Mind control
Tryna hit me with the mind control
When you know where your mind really is, you can’t be mind control
Too many fallacies, what’s the analysis since you were snoozing
I light up the islands [?] will be
Sheep will be, sheep will be sleeping they got sleep paralysis
Food pyramid ain’t hiding no shit
Food pyramid that’s shit ain’t shit
Food pyramid that’s shit ain’t shit
Toxic waste, toxic waste
Food pyramid man really ain’t shit
Food pyramid ain’t hitting no shit
That still ain’t shit, that’s shit ain’t shit
Toxic waste, toxic waste, toxic, toxic
Toxic waste, toxic waste, toxic toxic
Radioactive, radioactive, radioactive
Toxic , ah, toxic waste, toxic
Food of the WiFi, food the WiFi, nigga I’m food for the WiFi
Cooking like food for the WiFi
Fuckin’ wit, fuckin’ with the right one, ay, (ay)
Sendin’ with the right one, ay, (ay)
Fuck it if feel like ay, (ay)
Let me get a barn with a Hay, (ay)
Better make clap like ay, (ay)
Standing ovation ay, (ay)

Trill Sammy – Don’t Mean It

[Intro]
I know she don’t
I know she don’t mean it, no
I know she don’t mean it, oh
I know she don’t
I know she don’t
I know she don’t
Yeah, I know she don’t
Your bitch she suck up the semen
I’m smoking dope with the demons
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning
She said she love me I know she don’t mean it
No you don’t, I know you don’t
I know she don’t mean it
I know you don’t, yeah
[Chorus]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
Your bitch she suck up the semen (she suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
[Verse]
All of these racks made a nigga conceited (conceited)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh (ooh)
All of these racks and I know that you see it (racks, racks)
I want the top, yeah the head like a beanie (I want the top)
Ice on my wrist got me feeling anemic (ice on my wrist)
I make the racks and go spend it at Neimans
In love with the drank ’cause a nigga be fiendin’ (in love with the drank)
Hit her from the back and I left her screaming
I know you don’t mean it (I know you don’t)
So I choose the lean over you (I choose the lean over you)
I know you don’t mean it (yeah)
My niggas pull up to shoot (brrt)
Fuck on that bitch, call her boo (boo)
I was that nigga in school (ooh)
Breaking all the rules, pocket full of blues, ooh
Then I took her to the booth
Got bitches gettin’ loose, ’cause a nigga got the juice, yeah
Cut that bitch off, it wadn’t working (working)
I’ma pull up if it’s worth it (ooh)
Backwood, it’s full of the Earth (you dig)
She just want molly, no percs (no percs)
I count that cash ’til it hurt (it hurts)
Boy don’t end up in the hearse
She hold the MAC in her purse (brrt)
And no I ain’t talking ’bout makeup
[Chorus]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
Your bitch she suck up the semen (she suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
[Outro]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (gas)
Pour up a gas ’til I’m leaning (ooh)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (huh?)
No you don’t
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
I know you don’t

David Guetta, Martin Garrix & Brooks – Like I Do (Lyric Video)

[Verse]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
Like I do
[Chorus]
Like, like I do
Like I do
Like, like I do
Like I do
[Post-Chorus]
Like I do
[Verse]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
Like I do

[Chorus]
Like, like I do
Like I do
Like, like I do
Like I do
[Post-Chorus]
Like I do
[Outro]
Baby, I think of you
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
Ain’t nobody love you like I do