Social media, birds and desire to share culture help Yirrkala teen become published author

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Siena Stubbs with an early version of Our Birds (left) and, two years later. (Supplied: Will Stubbs)
“When we go out hunting and we see a bird and an animal or a fish or a tree, my mum likes to tell us the name and we all pronounce it and we sound it out and we try to remember it.”The next time we go hunting we’ll remember that type of specific animal or plant.”She eventually took to photographing the birds with a borrowed iPad, and when an aunty in Sydney later gifted her with a DSLR camera, she was able to capture Yirrkala birdlife in its full, rich colours. External Link:

Siena's book call-out
“One year later, my aunty gave me a voucher for a photo book and I decided to create a book,” Siena saidShe sent copies of the photo book to family, and when her brother posted about it on Facebook, interest exploded, with people wanting copies for themselves, schools and libraries.The only issue: Siena only had five copies.Proud to share culture with Australia, worldWhen Ms Trevaskis made a call-out for potential publishers of Siena’s book on the ABC Darwin Facebook page, it reached the desk of Magabala Books, an independent publishing house in Broome.They reached out to Siena, and a book deal was hatched.The teenager said she could not believe it when a prototype of Our Birds finally made its way to her hands last week, before being stocked in bookstores later this month. Photo:
Our Birds is out this month. Each page, filled with the vibrant birds, neon sunsets and untouched landscapes, contains brief descriptions of their relationship to Siena’s upbringing in Arnhem Land.”When I observe the beautiful colours of Bilitjpilitj for a while, it makes me appreciate how stunning nature is,” she writes of the red-winged parrot. Photo:
The blue-winged kookaburra, or garrukal, is from the Dhuwa moiety. The author has also listed both the bird’s common English name alongside its Yolngu one and their moiety.In Yolngu culture, she explained, birds name themselves by the sounds they make. Less than two years ago, Siena Stubbs was a 14-year-old schoolgirl and casual admirer of the birds in her hometown of Yirrkala.Now, despite still living about a 700 kilometre drive from the nearest bookstore, she is a published author with a photography book to her name.Our Birds, which has also been published under the Yolngu Matha title Ŋilimurruŋgu Wäyin Malaynha, draws inspiration from the rich bird life with which north-east Arnhem Land is teeming.Growing up in the area, Siena would observe the birds on early morning walks with her father and learn about them on weekends crossing Yolngu country in a troopie. (Supplied: Siena Stubbs)
“I’ve just grown up with this knowledge from all my family,” she told ABC Radio Darwin’s Liz Trevaskis in 2016. (Supplied: Magabala Books)
“So the blue-winged kookaburra, up here, we have the blue-winged kookaburra instead of the laughing kookaburra,” she said.”She makes the sound ‘garru garru’, so you see the name its given is garrukal.”In Yolngu culture, everything from life forms to landmarks is assigned one of two moieties — Dhuwa and Yirritja — through which all of life is classified and connected.It is a concept Siena acknowledged her readership may not be familiar with.But she is pleased to share it.”I have always loved sharing my culture,” she said.”Whenever people come and visit, I’m always keen to teach them, and just to know that people will have access to information like this makes me so happy.”
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I would have been an architect if I hadn’t been a florist.”He refined his skills arranging flowers for rural shows and decorating the altar of his family’s church.By high school he was designing bouquets for up to a dozen weddings a year. Photo:
A wire archway decorated with dried bamboo and spring blooms. “It ends up looking a little bit like MasterChef,” he laughed.Supporters wave flags and chant while they watch the designers create elaborate pieces with materials brought from home and surprise elements revealed by the judges.Mr Hassam was no stranger to working under pressure and bending the creative limits of floral design. (ABC Radio Brisbane: Hailey Renault)
Budding career began in BundabergMr Hassam was 13 when he made his first bridal bouquet.”[It] was in the shape of a teardrop and was that sort of English country garden style — yellow roses, white freesias, white orchids, white coronations and ivy,” he said.”To make a wired bouquet you take all of the stems off the flowers and make an artificial stem with wire.”Architecturally it’s really exciting. “If you can do well at a World Cup that can set your international profile on a course,” he said.”Even though I love being a commercial florist, the design side of things is what I’d love to do more of.”

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Bart used chicken wire to give this bouquet a unique shape. (Supplied: Alan Cao)
Mr Hassam said his greatest inspiration was his fashion-forward grandmother who had an enviable garden bursting with colour and was all too happy encourage his ability.”She was no shrinking violet and she’s responsible for why I view the world the way I do,” he said.”She had a greenhouse section with hanging ferns, strange succulents and orchids and the front garden was all annuals and perennials — all those sweet-smelling flowers you don’t see these days because people just don’t have time to garden.”I understand now that it was a great education in the way plants grow, types of growing areas, flowering times throughout the year, common names and botanical names.”That kind of education is rare.”Mr Hassam said he would like to see Australia’s floristry industry place more emphasis on knowledge of horticulture than how to retail plants and flowers. When he is not wrapping bouquets behind the counter of his Brisbane flower shop, he travels the world to teach fellow designers how to explore new ways to work with blooms and foliage.Unique design style slow to catch onIt is an area of the industry that straddles the line between commercial floristry and fine art.He crafts lattices, archways and other architectural structures out of fresh and dried foliage before covering it with bursts of colourful live flowers. Photo:
This vibrant design was made during a recent trip to China. It is the World Cup you’ve probably never heard of, but for the handful of people selected to compete it is a dream come true.The “Olympics” of floral design — the FTD World Cup — only happens once every four years and competition is fierce.For Australia’s representative Bart Hassam, this is a second chance to make it to the top of his field.The Brisbane florist shot to fame in 2011 after he won the coveted Asia Cup, but he missed out on the chance to represent his country at 2015’s World Cup in Berlin.He told ABC Radio Brisbane’s Craig Zonca and Rebecca Levingston he was determined to make the most of his opportunity to compete in Philadelphia next March. (Supplied: Alan Cao)
Mr Hassam and his fellow competitors selected from 25 countries have the coming months to prepare for an intense series of timed challenges. (Supplied: Alan Cao)
Despite bending the limits of flower arranging to make his pieces, Mr Hassam was strict about maintaining what he calls his “floral morals”.”I cannot use flowers out of water that will visibly die and look like they’re wilting,” he said.”You might as well cut the flower up and throw it in the air and be done with it.”I come from a background where flowers were to do with ritual and meaning.”Mr Hassam said most of his more elaborate designs were marketed at high end restaurants and hotels, but wider appreciation for the art was slow to take-off in Australia.”A lot of my structural work comes from the education I had in Japan,” he said.”The following there for floral design is much greater.”They regard those skills as a commodity whereas in Australia [floristry] is about what you can get for the dollar value.”

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Bazzi – BRB lyrics

[Verse 1]
Reveal the secrets of your body
You feel perfect when you on me now
I don’t want to leave you now
Morning, we saw the night turn into morning
Guess I gotta go right now
Ten more minutes turn into an hour
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Wish I could stop the hands of time
And lay right here for life
[Chorus]
Tell the truth
They can’t love you like I do
And we both know that
So wait until I’m back
Yeah
Overtime
I’ve been working overtime
And when I’m done with that
I’ma be right back
Back, back, back
[Verse 2]
Moment, I don’t wanna waste this moment
Lose myself when I’m inside of you
I might wife you, I might make that move
When we laying here
Tight up in these sheets
Look me in the eyes
Say it’s everything you need
Girl, it’s true
We can, we can rendezvous
Sex up on the beach in Malibu
[Pre-Chorus]
Wish I could stop the hands of time
And lay right here for life
[Chorus]
Tell the truth
They can’t love you like I do
And we both know that
So wait until I’m back
Yeah
Overtime
I’ve been working overtime
And when I’m done with that
I’ma be right back
Back, back, back
[Outro]
Tell the truth
They can’t f*ck you like I do
And we both know that
So I’ma be right back
Back, back, back

Bazzi – Beautiful lyrics

[Chorus]
Hey
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel
Love your imperfections every angle
Tomorrow comes and goes before you know
So I just had to let you know
[Post-Chorus 1]
The way that Gucci look on you, amazing
But nothing can compare to when you’re naked
Now a Backwood and some Henny got you faded
You’re saying you’re the one for me, I need to face it
[Verse 1]
Started when we were younger
Swear to God that I loved her
Sorry that your mum found out
Guess that we just really had the thunder
Ain’t nobody else said I’d be under
Beautiful, beautiful life right now
Beautiful, beautiful night right now
No, no, no
[Chorus]
Hey
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel
Love your imperfections every angle
Tomorrow comes and goes before you know
So I just had to let you know
[Post-Chorus 2]
The way that dress fall off you is amazing
Love a miracle, a beautiful creation
Baby, come a little closer let me taste it
You came a little closer, now you’re shaking
[Verse 2]
Never ever gon’ mislead you
Don’t believe the lies they feed you
Stop and stare like a sculpture
Painted in your colors
Beautiful, beautiful life right now
Beautiful, beautiful night right now
Beautiful, beautiful by my side right now
[Chorus]
Hey
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel
Love your imperfections every angle
Tomorrow comes and goes before you know
So I just had to let you know
[Outro]
The way that Gucci look on you amazing
But nothing can compare to when you’re naked
Tomorrow comes and goes before you know
So I just had to let you know
I just had to let you know
Swear to God you’re beautiful (yeah)

Kid Cudi – The Rage lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Hands up, we back in, born in the rage
Untamed, break free, beast out of the cage
Sky rainin’ down flames, it’s a war on the heavens
A beautiful scene in the night behind light
And much like that, when I’m dreamin’, I’m in flight
Coast out of site, though I’m feelin’ I’m not right
And Hell’s got one hell of a grip, no sh*t
Your boy best not slip, get stuck in your grave
Just to live another day, fightin’ through decay
Call on my angels and I kneel as I pray
Got my mind, my soul and my heart on the same wave
It took me a minute, now I’m all in it, damn
While I’m out of the dark, I push it to the limit, friend
So ready, I’m sharp, here comes the demolition man
Pack ’em up and just hittin’, aimin’ and never missin’
Servin’ up the prescription, no time for intermission
Rippin’
[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Feel it comin’ on, comin’ on and I know
Findin’ my way, somethin’ is guidin’ me
Feel it comin’ on, comin’ on and I know
Fight ’til I’m done, it’s just the rage in me
[Chorus: Billy Corgan & Kid Cudi]
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Oh, no
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Nooooooo, oh
Then someone will say, what is lost can never be saved
Oooooh, oh, oh-ohhhh
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Oooooh, oh, oh-ohhhh
[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Yeah, yo
Yeah
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
The world’s got hope in the city with a reward
Made for the pain, it’s a battle I’m runnin’ toward
Call to the don, I’m embracin’ it to the core
Forced into fightin’, get ready for many more
And I’m for mine from the jump, I ride or die with the pump
I’m squeezin’ for that release, I aim and let it dump
I hear a roar of a sound, I’m feelin’ it through the ground
Mayhem in the city, escapin’ but I am found
I rise up amongst the many with no fear
Full squad, we at it, we finish ’em all, clear
Through the rubble we rumble, never runnin’ from trouble
Keep my head on a swivel, you know I’m scorin’ for double
Searchin’ for that release, swimmin’ at it, repeat
Wash your hands of them sins and fightin’ ’til we see peace
It’s the least we could do in a world that needs the brave
Know the lost can be saved, survivin’ the end of days
[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Feel it comin’ on, comin’ on and I know
Findin’ my way, somethin’ is guidin’ me
Feel it comin’ on, comin’ on and I know
Fight ’til I’m done, it’s just the rage in me
[Chorus: Billy Corgan & Kid Cudi]
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Oh, no
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Nooooooo, oh
Then someone will say, what is lost can never be saved
Oooooh, oh, oh-ohhhh
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Oooooh, oh, oh-ohhhh
[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Na-na-na, na-na-na
De-ruh-de-meh-nah
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Hmmmmmmmmm
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
De-ruh-de-meh-nah
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Woaaaaaah
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Oh
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
De-ruh-de-meh-nah
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Woaaaaaah
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
De-ruh-de-meh-nah
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Woaaaaaah
[Outro: Billy Corgan]
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend? Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here) [Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D.

Jason Aldean – Drowns The Whiskey lyrics

[Verse 1: Jason Aldean]
All the folks down in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Been working hard for good ol’ boys like me
I don’t wanna be the one to tell ’em
That stuff that they’ve been selling
Ain’t working like it should
But I damn sure wish it would
[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey
[Verse 2: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Maybe it’s the bar or the stool I’m on
Maybe it’s the band and the sad old song
That keeps me buying rounds
That keeps me turning down
Any girl that wants to dance
And you ain’t giving them a chance
[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey
[Bridge: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
Girl I don’t have the proof that 80 proof
Ain’t got a shot at touching you
[Chorus: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
But whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is whiskey’s supposed to drown the memory
I’ve gone from one to one too many
And the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey
Yeah the thing that really gets me
Is how your memory drowns the whiskey
[Outro: Jason Aldean & Miranda Lambert]
All the folks down in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Been working hard for good old boys like

Andy Milonakis – Internet Rich Lyrics

[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis]
Fuck your game bitch, I’ll fuck your main bitch
This Twitch shit is making me rich
Wanna rock Versace? You just gotta watch me
Andy Milonaki’s way too cocky
I ain’t cocky I’m just better than you
And I’m smoking shit louder than Pepé Le Pew
Got passport stamps and you got food coupons
That’s a nice whip for me to poop on
Louis Vutton I’m freaking, sushi in the evening
How come all these MJ songs be sounding like the Weeknd? I’m sick with the disses, I’m into your mistress
She’s blowing me kisses and now she’s my mistress
I’m done with this business, I fucked it and flipped it
I’m like a Cosby drink cause I’m in it to win it
[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich
[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]
I’m Harvey Weinstein, you like fine in them jeans
Let’s talk about this movie roll, it’s not what it seems
They try to discredit my credit on Redditt
But you got a shitty job so you got no merit
All you want is karma and some Insta glory
You’d probably suck my dick for an Insta story
You’re not a hater, you ain’t nothing but a fan boy
Playing Fortnite, you ain’t ever seen a tan boy
Fly to Hong Kong, looking fly in Hong Kong
Asian bitches on my dong wanna hear a rap song
Coast to coasting, [?] the ocean
I’m sick with the oils and I’m steady with the lotion
And steady dropping bands like the music crisis
He’s off the block chain, he don’t check the prices
Your mom’s a blowjob Betty but the whore bites
The bitch sucks dick like Drake at Fortnite
[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich
[Verse 3: Dankquan]
Woke up musty, went to sleep dusty
Mom in the bathroom, don’t think she trust me
Unicorn nigga, who the fuck are you? Never been pregnant so there can’t be two
Sus gang, dicks in my ass clap-clap
No license need a Tesla, see me in the ass crack
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] mad
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] sad
[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

Bebe Rexha – 2 Souls on Fire Lyrics

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain around my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And that chain around your heart got me blinded
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Do I make you feel some type of way? [Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Desire, two souls on fire
Desire, two souls on fire
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
You got me out here looking foolish
Look like a dog, I’m drooling
Close your mouth boy and just prove it
And you know just the way to do it
You gon’ make me bring the bad girl believe me (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You gon’ make me pop some tags, fashion season (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
You gon’ make me do those moves to stop your breathing (Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah)
If you losing faith, I’ll make you believe it
[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
We can go out to the islands on privates
We can drive the latest cars, no mileage
We can do whatever you like, just be quiet
If you don’t break my heart, I’ll let you inside it
[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Got me feeling some type of way (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got a chain on my heart and it’s spinning in diamonds
And that chain around your heart got me blinded
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Quavo]
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
Make me feel some type of way
Desire, two souls on fire
[Bridge: Bebe Rexha & Quavo & both]
Do I make you feel some type of way?

Rich The Kid – Plug Walk Remix Lyrics

(Show me love)
I done came up from a dub (huh?)
[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk
[Outro: Wayne Santana]
Plug Walk, Dark Walk
Vengo dallo spazio
Questa Ferrari sembra uno shuttle
Squilla il telefono “Pronto Pablo” what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk
[Strofa 1: Rich The Kid]
You can’t reach me (what?), space coupe like E.T
It’s the plug tryna call me (skrrt, skrrt)
I was up trappin’ early in the morning (plug)
Ooh, on the wave like a du-rag (du-rag)
Pussy nigga callin’ for his boo back (pussy)
Plug walk, Gucci on my shoe racks (Gucci)
Walk up in the house, hit a rat-a-tat
‘Til I ran into the plug (’til I ran into the plug)
‘Til I ran into the mud (to the mud)
I done ran into some racks, I done ran into your girl (your girl)
Why the plug show me love? [Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, ayy
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk
[Strofa 2: Pyrex & TonyEffe]
Dark Walk
Tanti contatti quindi ho due iPhone (brr brr, brr brr)
Valigie in mano sono appena tornato da New York (New York, ey)
Scappo dalla polizia facendo il Moonwalk (skrt skrt)
Sono un dark boy, fotto la tua bitch non stop
Guardami mentre spendo ventimila in pubblico
Se mi ferma la Finanza faccio il finto stupido
[Ritornello: Rich The Kid]
Ey, Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh?

Lil Wayne – Hercules Lyrics

[Intro]
*lighter flick*
Aye
[Verse 1]
I’m a lover, not a fighter, I can’t find my lighter
My house is five stories, I don’t tell ’em, I don’t write ’em
And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
My darkest secrets are bright, I’mma need a sun visor
187 make your bitch run my errands
At the bar with the Dracula, ordering Bloody Marys
Got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
I see Hell out my window, Lord, this view is amazing
If I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell
Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails
People under the stairs, better not fuck with my feet
I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach? Niggas biting my style, hope it gets stuck in their teeth
I been had the green light, now please don’t jump in the street
Se la vi, oui oui oui, watch me french kiss the sky
Then ask, “What is that smell?” That’s the shit on my mind
I don’t like you, or niggas like you
And Nino Brown’s still my motherfucking idol
Keep a brown rifle for niggas like you
Kill you in a drive-thru, then go viral
Ooh, I don’t like you and niggas like you
And Nino Brown’s still my idol
The Glock 17 is still a minor I’ll kill you over something minor
I get at you, night Twighlight whine like a wine-o, high like a high-note
Go at your head like a rhino, leave your shit bloody red like albino
I’m a nigga with a title, care less bout’ a nigga title
I’m entitled and get homicidal
Wild as El Chapo, wild as Al Qaeda
Stuntin’ on my rivals upon arrival
Numbers aren’t liars, I am number one
I am on one
I am on ten stuntin’ on twelve
I keep it a hunnid
Oh Lord! [Chorus 2]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
You heard em’ scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Nigga please, nigga please
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
[Verse 3]
They worship me certainly
Purple lean, purple weed
Percocet, pericyazine
Search a scene, search a dean
Search a bling, ching ching
Search the queen
Search her purse, search her clean
Search his turf, search his team
Search the sleeve, check for wings
First, I curse, then I squeeze
They say they lit? [Chorus]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Smoking strong Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Mercy me, mercy me
Mercy me, mercy me
Have mercy on them Tunechi
Nigga please, nigga please
You heard em’ scream help me please
Help me please, help me please
Get pleased whenever I please
Hercules, hercules
[Verse 2]
I’m twisting up the kush, Sticky Fingaz like Onyx
Throwing up gang signs, you can see em’ all in my vomit
I’m sleeping with the enemy, in bulletproof pajamas
I’m cool like that, but the climate is climbing
I got issues bigger than you, I got bitches taller than me
All that ratchet and bougie, I guess I like R&B
I’m unapologetic, I’m sorry for not being sorry
These niggas don’t know I’m talking about real stories
I need benadryl for my trigger finger
Bad bitches for my homeboys
The grass is greener on the other side
I’m focused on my own yard
Focused on getting more dough
Twisting up like tonsils
Rich as fuck, but moreso a poor soul
Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell, then I’d be a snowman
My bitch is a soldier, fuck me GI Joe-Ann
They thought I ain’t had no chance
I took the dice and rolled them
I left that crap table with a chip on my shoulder
Ahhhh! Let em’ live, let em’ breathe
Let em’ live, let em’ breathe? Nigga please, nigga please
[Chorus 3]
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Strong arm your own team
Murder scene, murder scene
Murder team, murder team
We murder teams, murder teams
Lil Tunechi picked out the rock like
Hercules, Hercules
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad go hard
No fake, no fraud
We don’t [?] nor pause
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Whole squad on Mars
And you don’t make enough noise
No cape, no sawdust
Still go Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Mercy me, mercy me
Rest In Peace Mercy D
My grandmother nurtured me
And that’s who you bout’ to meet
All ya’ll versus me
All ya’ll verses sweet
Nothing but desserts to me, and Hercules got to eat
All ya’ll take a seat
My Hercules got to speak
Cause all y’all ’bout to bring
The Hercules out of me
Keep playing where the steam?

Young Thug – Now Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yea, Thugger, 21
Let’s get it
Hold on, hold on, hold on
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Real bitch, talk on my kids (woah)
Baby, put your tongue on my dick (woah)
I put ice on my kids (woah)
I put red in my drink (woah)
Act’ got here with my medicine (woah)
Nigga pop, drip, we wet (woah)
Man I got some ice on my ankle (woah)
Fuck around, gon’ ‘head, slit it (woah)
It was heavy smoke in my chest (woah)
Might jeopardize my checks (woah)
I’m ’bout to pop another X (woah)
Then I’ma fuck on my ex (woah)
And I’m gon’ pour my syrup (woah)
Not my Act’, just red (woah)
And I hit him on the dick (woah)
Think he ’bout to keep my check (woah)
Green diamonds, on me like piss
I just got a new Kel-Tec
And it don’t come with no kick
And I came up from nothin’
Louis Vuitton my neck
High end clothes on deck
Let ’em all read my text
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah (21)
Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah
I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah
Bums chasin’ crumbs, yeah, yeah
Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah
Fuck her on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah
Got a draco in traffic, ah yeah
I just left Magic, throwin’ ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah
I’m with Slime in that Maybach and we laughin’ (21, 21)
These rappers jumpin’ dick to dick and we laughin’ (on God)
Come and get your baby mama, this bitch a maggot (21, 21)
Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage (yeah)
Thinkin’ ’bout pullin’ Savage’s card, you must be on acid (yeah)
Cheap ass shots got her feelin’ like plastic (21)
My earrings cost more than a nigga life savin’ (cash)
Fuck a weddin’ ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet)
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex)
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now (facts)
And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey)
I want some inside head now (head), ’bout to call my bitch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), ’bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah)
I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah)
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo)
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

Maty Noyes – Let Myself Trust You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A broken heart is kinda hard to measure
And I was always on the hunt for shelter
But I never gave nobody all of me
I’m sorry for all sisters that hurt you
But to be honest boy, I’m so glad they did
Cause now you’re mine and I’m not gonna hurt you
And that’s the realest thing I’ve said
And I’d do it all again just to have more time with you
[Pre-Chorus]
We gave it all, we loved, we fall with grace
They’re all lessons learned
I wouldn’t take a thing back yeah
Cause it brought you here to me
You’re the only one I choose
And if we fall at least we gave it everything
It can’t only be always bad as it can be
And after all it done to me
[Chorus]
I’m just gonna let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
[Verse 2]
Say that we make it to eighty
You won’t leave me when we’re forty
For somebody who is twenty
And if we make it to eighty
We’ll be back to wearing diapers
This thing we all call life hurts
But I’d do it all again just to have more time with you
[Pre-Chorus]
We gave it all, we loved, we fall with grace
They’re all lessons learned
I wouldn’t take a thing back yeah
Cause it brought you here to me
You’re the only one I choose
And if we fall at least we gave it everything
It can’t only be always bad as it can be
And after all it done to me
[Chorus]
I’m just gonna let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you

Princess Nokia – Little Angel Lyrics

[Bridge]
Little boy with your glitter on, full of life and full of love
Tell a joke and I’d laugh along
Little boy with your glitter on, play a song and I’d sing along
Makeup done and your high heels on
And tell the world you didn’t give a fuck
No regrets doin’ what you want
Give ‘em hell and you had your fun
And now you’re gone, and I miss you, friend
I’ll celebrate and I’ll play pretend
Because I know I will see you again
[Chorus]
Little angel, what more else can I do
Little angel, there was so much to do
[Verse]
Golden boy with your golden hair, you ran around without a care
Your sister called and she needs you here
Golden boy with your golden hair, you ran around without a care
Your sister called and she needs you here
And we all miss you
We all miss you
God, we really miss you
We all miss you
[Chorus]
Little angel, what more else can I do
Little angel, there was so much to do
[Bridge]
Little boy with your glitter on, full of life and full of love
Tell a joke and I’d laugh along
Little boy with your glitter on, play a song and I’d sing along
Makeup done and your high heels on
And tell the world you didn’t give a fuck
No regret doing what you want
Give ‘em hell and you had your fun
And now you’re gone, and I miss you, friend
I’ll celebrate and I’ll play pretend
Because I know I will see you again

Princess Nokia – At the Top Lyrics

Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? [Verse 1]
Fuck a co-sign, doing mine, I was made to shine
Lights so bright, little bitch, and I could make you blind
Don’t nobody care in this world, everything is cold
Like my heart in the morgue, everything’s a tag a toe
I ain’t suckin’ dick for no play, must be out your mind
Gettin’ on my knees, tryna please, must be suicide
We won’t get along ’cause it’s wrong, I’m not tryna change
They would do you dirty in a hurry [?]
I don’t want your clout or a pic that’s a fuckin’ joke
Some make me sick with the shit that they tryna smoke
You can play pretend with your friends that I ain’t the shit
You can keep ignorin’ all the facts and what I really did
You can try to front all my life that I came up
Million off a mixtape, that’s a fact and I don’t need to front
People think I’m wack, but they suckin’ dick
The money I’m gettin’ makes everyone sick
[Chorus]
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt
[Verse 2]
I don’t front for the ‘Gram, this is just who I am
I don’t ride on no wave, I don’t tag on no plan
I don’t fuck for no clout, I don’t beg for no man
I don’t care about fame, I just care about bands
I came out of the mud and I smile ’cause I can
People look down on me, on account who I am
And they point and they judge, they do not understand
And they talking on me but I don’t give a damn
Back to back tour, even more, I’m a superstar
Throwin’ shots at me, bitch please, I see everything
Only problem now is your grind make you look weak
I am fuckin’ grown, ain’t no little girl in the street
I’m nice to all, I don’t gotta beef
I just want the bag, and you can have the street
[Chorus]
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck?