Watch Vybz Kartel and Mavado Sons Stunting On Each Other

Mavado son Dantay Brooks posted a clip of the deejay’s mansion in the Norbrook hills of Kingston while some school girls look on. But being on opposite sides of the divide will inevitably lead to some rivalry. Palmer is also an aspiring artist like his father and goes by the stage name Little Addi. #dancehall #gullyside #gazanation
A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Jul 9, 2017 at 7:43am PDT Both artists are filthy rich despite Kartel being incarcerated, and recently their sons have been showing off their respective lifestyles on social media, in other words stunting on the Gram. Vybz Kartel son Akheel Palmer then posted a clip showing off a part of his father’s home and his famous S-Class Mercedes-Benz. #vybzkartel and #mavado sons stunting on each other. Both Vybz Kartel and Mavado eldest sons are currently going to high school and both are kids of two of the most successful deejays in dancehall currently. Vybz Kartel and Mavado have been arch enemies for well over a decade and now their sons are following in their footsteps.

New Rules

Lyrics to ‘New Rules’ by Dua Lipa:

–Intro–
One, one, one…
–Verse 1–
Talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
Wrote it down and read it out, hopin’ it would save me
(Too many times, too many times)
My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else
But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself
–Pre-Chorus–
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
–Chorus–
I got new rules, I count ’em
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself
–Verse 2–
I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
(Nowhere to turn) No way
(Nowhere to turn) No
Now I’m standing back from it, I finally see the pattern
(I never learn, I never learn)
But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself
I do, I do, I do
–Pre-Chorus–
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
–Chorus–
I got new rules, I count ’em
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count ’em
I gotta tell them to myself
–Bridge–
Practice makes perfect
I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
(I got new rules, I count ’em)
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it, ’cause I
(I got new, I got new, I…)
–Pre-Chorus–
One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
–Chorus–
I got new rules, I count ’em
I got new rules, I count ’em
(Oh, whoa-oh)
I gotta tell them to myself
I got new rules, I count ’em
(Baby, you know I count ’em)
I gotta tell them to myself
–Outro–
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
You gettin’ over him

Ferrari

Life’s passing by
‘Cause I’m out chasing empty highs
Every hello just means goodbye
But I’m looking for more this time
–Pre-Chorus–
Can we start to slow it down
Can we learn to live right now
I just want to feel it all
–Chorus–
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely
–Verse 2–
Got a heavy heart
‘Cause it’s still beating on its own
Might be going out in the ground
But I’m still coming home alone
Not trying to say I’m not grateful for everything
I’m just going too fast to see
All the good things in front of me
–Chorus–
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely
–Outro–
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely Lyrics to ‘Ferrari’ by Bebe Rexha:

–Verse 1–
Every day is a blur
Sometimes I can’t tell what day it is
Don’t know what day it is
Can you tell me what day it is?

Lil Wayne – Fireworks (feat. Jeezy)

[Intro: Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne]
(Ear Drummers!)
Yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Got-It
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I’m a hot boy
You out here fuckin’ anything then you’s a thot, boy (damn)
What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)
Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)
Yola whippin’, I’m the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)
That Rollie lookin’ like it’s doin’ ballet, nigga (dance)
House six stories, nigga, that’s a true story (story)
Rafaela Cuban linkin’, call me 2:40
Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)
I’m just tryna put a hundred mil’ up for my daughter (daughter)
Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don’t cost a half a mil’, dawg don’t even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I’m gang affiliated (hey)
If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)
I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)
I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Whip it like a big booty bitch
Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it
There’s a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts like the students in
I’m the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come easy
Whip it up like I’m Young Jeezy
Free pussy and Free Meechie
Big smoke got me deep breathin’
Deep dick got her sweet dreamin’
You ain’t shit, you just pre-season
You ain’t lit, you just pre-heated
Can’t quit, I’ma keep leanin’
Smoke gas, I’ma keep premium
Green, green, in the money scene, yeah
Dope man with a hundred needles
No ass ever come between us
Dirty cash, not a money cleaner
Use the black card to split the coke
Jungle fever, cheatin’ on the Visa
Speakin’ of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs
Had stripes since my first Adidas
Bought pints now I purchase liters
Shark bite, I’m a person eater
Walk light on the dirt beneath you
I’m in the throne and you in the bleachers
All day long, even on the weekends
Get off my lawn, cuttin’ on the sprinklers, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Big house, long hallways
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, I’m the shit all day, nigga
Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Black skinny jeans, get the lint out
Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch’s house
That’s his house
She sent some nude pics for me to pick out
The pussy fat and clean like a pig, I’ma pig out
Yeah I’m Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out
Ain’t no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain’t tryna swim out
Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out
Brrrt, brrrt, that’s the Uzi, we call it big mouth
Huh, I lost my mind but I’m still mastermindin’
Tryna find the silver linin’, find ’em, pat ’em, line ’em
Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite
Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)
I’m the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, poppin’ shit all day, nigga
Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah)
Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga)
Yeah, give her dick all day, that’s how it works

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Jeezy]
I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch
Yeah, they can’t check her left and right
Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one’s fuckin’ with it
Uh, I got ’em bathin’ like they elephants
Fireworks
Give her dick all day, yeah that’s how it works
All day, nigga
Coppin’ shit all day, nigga, fireworks
Mula
Mula, baby

Lil Wayne – Loyalty (feat. Gudda Gudda Hoodybaby) (In Tune We Trust Album)

We back by popular demand
Quit baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
MOB, I’m brazy, nigga
Hard at work, I’m slaving, nigga
Yeah, surfs up, I’m wavy, nigga
Percocet and adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I’m a landmine, got this by a landslide, I’m racing, nigga
Cruise control, I’m pacing nigga
Turn around, I’m waving, nigga

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
There’s a Glock clocked by my pantsline
Young dread head, throwing gang signs (What else?)
I got bands like it’s band time
Posted up at granny house, trappin’ off the landline
What’s all that hootin’ and hollerin’? I’m who bring the dollars in
Drop the top, it was botherin’
Now go let your mother in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin’
Bitch, grow up, it’s only head if you swallowin’
Baby, get to geekin’, get to geekin’ and gobblin’
Your friends think I’m bad, they must be looking for trouble then
It’s a foam party, I be bustin’ they bubbles then
Then I hop in the whip, make a play on some bricks
My homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
I’m in the ends with the sticks, it’s the revenge of the Crips
Hoe, you know it’s OHB, I brought the gang in this bitch
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Hoe, you know it’s LAT, we almost famous, lil bitch
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil bitch
And you know Lil Wayne is the shit and you straining and shit
Fat head, long neck she ’bout to strangle this dick
I got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a bic
I got my whole gang gang in this bitch and you came with a bitch
I got more purple rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
I got more shit and piss and make more money than cents (sense)
She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips
She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
LW, Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that’s length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It’s the return of the Blood, ’bout to turn up and thug
We wan’ know who got the chicken and show the colonel the gun
Man, my dirty-ass stripper take a bath in ones
Make her milk these fuckin’ niggas like some Cap’n Crunch
Motherfuckers try to test me, I ain’t cram for one
All these fuckin’ karats on me, bitch, I’m Rabbit son
Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one
Motherfuckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
Play pussy, get fucked; play ass, get stuck
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin’ up then beat ’em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
Buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
We all bite and no talk, my sharks breaking your aquarium
Out of the ordinaries and went to the art of hustling
When you see them thieves coming
Know that loyalty’s amongst them
LAT [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok, I’m shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper, we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let ’em snort cocaine at a party
Leave ’em stiff like rigormortis
Don’t try to race, this car got horses
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope, man, you can’t copy
You can’t bite it, you can’t forge it
I got bars with more in storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I’m gorgeous
Get a massage while I’m recording
Single like a dollar bill
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and go and do your job
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
I don’t have to ask, I don’t have to beg
Yeah, I’m bumping Three Six Mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like talapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain’t no stopping us
Why?

Blac Youngsta – Birthday (Young Dolph Diss)

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
[Outro]
You lil rat ass bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
Your whole clique pussies man
I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas
PRE, Pussy Rat Entertainment
All you niggas bitches
Your whole clique nigga
Bitch ass nigga
You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ barber nigga
You know motherfuckin’ well you had them motherfuckin’ long, big dirty ass stripes and shit
You know what I’m sayin’, cut good hair and shit
Hair all over your shirts and shit
You lil junky ass bitch
Yeah ho
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, I’m innocent
I’m innocent (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? [Intro]
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (gang gang)
And then press charges on me
And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)
Now the feds say that I’m a menace
This is for all the young niggas innocent
I’m innocent
Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that
Fuck Trump
Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)
If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon’ sentence me
On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences
[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
[Verse 2]
Lost so many niggas to this shit
I just wanna thank god ’cause I’m breathing
I get my gun out when I’m delivering
I got my gun out when I’m receiving
If you shoot on me I ain’t gon’ snitch
And show up in court, I’ma get even
I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing
I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure
You the only nigga comin’ CIAA with a bulletproof truck
Scared for your life
How you gon’ go and shoot your own truck up
And play dead for the night? Squeeze that fire on your birthday? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)
[Verse 1]
Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement
Rattin’ ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)
Snitched on every song
Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone
Fuck nigga pressed charges
And got the feds running up in every home
I got to play it safe out here
Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here
They tryna get me out the way out here
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy ran out of timing, taking niggas straight out here
It’s so much hate out here
Run up on me, you can die broad day out here
Tell the whole world how you called around the city
Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry
Tell your fans the truth
Tell ’em how you really wasn’t trappin’, you wasn’t nothin’ but a barber (ho)
Tell ’em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
Tell ’em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in ’cause you thought I was gon’ rob you (ho)
[Chorus]
Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga?

Juicy J – No Look

[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit
[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books
[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books
[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

Lisa – Little Devil Parade

ココロの泣いてる声が聴こえる?
時に寂しくて 時に嬉しくて
スタート 独りぼっちでも
僕らしくいこう リトルデビルパレード
はみ出してSorry 息苦しい制服は ゴミ箱へダンク
平和の象徴!!って 天使たちの常識が アクセル制御中
優等生ばかりじゃNO.1も退屈
ママの着信も今夜はシカト中
先生の教えはたまに役に立つ!?
世界はいつだって僕たちをI LOVE YOU!!
掲げろシンボル! 僕が僕らしくあるために
わがまま行進中 誰かのためじゃない明日へ
いいよ ツノが覗いちゃっても 牙出して笑おう リトルデビルパレード
一歩外に出れば 泣く子も黙る競争社会です
あれをしなさい!!(NO!) これをしなさい!!(NO!)
生まれ変われるなら ナマケモノでお願い!
ワインのせいにして 溜め込んでた本音をこぼせ!こぼせ!
翌朝の得意技 キオクソウシツ
ヒーローも休憩中はタテマエ脱いじゃってる
完璧主義なんて可愛くないじゃない
少々の失敗くらいは今晩のおかずに
世界はいつだってもっとずっとシンプル!!
掲げろシンボル! キミがキミらしくあるために
楽しみ更新中 誰のせいにもしない明日へ
噛みつきあってた 天使と仲良くなれちゃうかも
そんな未来に ちょっと夢見てもいいでしょ リトルデビルパレード
ココロの泣いてる声が聴こえる?
時に嬉しくて 時に悲しくて
どんな僕だって ちょっと愛してみよう リトルデビルパレード

Inspiral Carpets – This Is How It Feels

Husband don’t know what he’s done
Kids don’t know what’s wrong with mum
She can’t say, they can’t see
Putting it down to another bad day
Daddy don’t know what he’s done
Kids don’t know what’s wrong with mum
So this is how it feels to be lonely
This is how it feels to be small
This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all
Black car drives through the town
Some guy from the top estate
Left a note for a local girl
And yet he had it all on a plate
So this is how it feels to be lonely (feels to be lonely)
This is how it feels to be small (feels to be small)
This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all
Husband don’t know what he’s done
Kids don’t know what’s wrong with mum
She can’t say, they can’t see
Putting it down to another bad day
So this is how it feels to be lonely (feels to be lonely)
This is how it feels to be small (feels to be small)
This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all
So this is how it feels to be lonely (feels to be lonely)
This is how it feels to be small (feels to be small)
This is how it feels when your word means nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

Capital Cities – Girl Friday (feat. Rick Ross) (Lyric Video)

Baby, tell me that you’re free then
**I’m sorry. But I think I got tuesday and wednesday open.**

[Pre-Chorus]
She’s got things to do everyday of the week
While I’m just playing hide and desperately seek
I wait around the clock, but her calendar is blocked
I’m a hard place
And she’s a rock, she’s a rock
[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Yeah, I love this)*
[Verse 2]
*I think we fell in love outside a wingstop
Put the joint out when I hopped right out the t-top
You’re looking like something I could deal with
Get between your thighs, maybe have that happy meal with
Either way I got to put you on the calendar
Take you on a tour so someone call my manager
Biggest boss got my shirt off, off at coachella
Biggest blunts, everybody got their own fetish
So we at the concert at the frat house
Drink with live music ’til we passed out
Everybody rocking with the big boss
Let’s roll another joint soon as class out
Said this year we wanna do it bigger
So you came and got the right
On stage and I’m looking for the best kitties
Put your middle finger up for Capital Cities*

[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest event of the year)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(It’s the biggest boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Capital Cities)*
She’s my girl friday *(Put your fingers in the air)*
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Hold ’em up)*
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woooooooo)*
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday *(Boss)*
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday *(Woo, woo)*
**Okay.**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a
She’s a
**Oh, hi!**
She’s a *(Boss)* [Intro]
She’s a *(ohh)*
She’s a *(yeah)*
She’s a *(hah)*
She’s a *(woo)*
She’s a *(aha)*
She’s a *(hoh)*
*Boss*
[Chorus]
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
She’s my girl friday
She’s my girl friday
I’m her boy wednesday
I’m her boy wednesday
[Verse 1]
**Hello?**
You are the one I wanna take out on the weekend
**Oh, hi!**
Do not pretend you wanna end what we got going
**Okay.**
How about a movie?

Iron Maiden – Gates Of Tomorrow Lyrics

There
isn’t a god to save you if you don’t save yourself
You can’t blame a madman for this if you go insane. Show you the
gates of tomorrow
Trapped in the web no mercy is shed. Show you the
gates of tomorrow
Trapped in the web slaves to the dead. Show you the
gates of tomorrow
Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame. Show you the
gates of tomorrow Give me the strength so I carry on
Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. I’ve opened their book and no mercy is shed
You want forgiveness and you want it cheap. Show you the gates
of tomorrow
Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. I don’t
give redemption rewards for the meek
Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame. There
isn’t a god to save you if you don’t save yourself
You can’t blame a madman for this if you go insane. Deliver
their cargo of eartly delights
To the women and the children the souls of the dead. Show you the
gates of tomorrow
Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. Show you the gates
of tomorrow
Trapped in the web slaves to the dead. Give me the strength so I carry on
Trapped in the web but I cut the threads. Decieving your eyes and delaying your goal
Ships in the night when they pass out of sight. IRON MAIDENGates Of Tomorrow Lyrics
Weaving a thread round your heart and your soul. Show you the
gates of tomorrow
Trapped in the web no mercy is shed.

Allison Moorer – I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl Lyrics

Come on, save my soul
I want some sugar in my bowl, I ain’t foolin’
I want some sugar in my bowl
Oh, you been acting different, I’ve been told
Soothe me, I want some sugar in my bowl
I want a little steam on my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up so they’ll go
What?s the matter, what?s the matter, daddy? ALLISON MOORERI Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl Lyrics
I want a little sugar in my bowl
I want a little sweetness down in my soul
I could stand some lovin’, oh, so bad
I feel so funny, I feel so sad
I want a little steam on my clothes
Maybe I can fix things up so they’ll go
What?s the matter, daddy? Come on save my soul
I want some sugar in my bowl, I ain’t foolin’
I want some sugar in my bowl

Kane Brown – I Love That I Hate You Lyrics

KANE BROWNI Love That I Hate You Lyrics
Everything we use to do went wrong
Haven’t she’d one tear since you’ve been gone
I’ve got my pull out chair, football and beer
Ain’t got one worry girl cause you ain’t here
I’ve got my freedom back I’ll do whatever I want
I guess this is how it’s suppose to be
I can’t believe it took this long for me to see
That I love that I hate you, I can’t stop thinking about the time that you’re not here
It’s going on without you, haven’t been so bad, it’s the best time of the year
Cause I see you and I see him, you know I can’t help but grin
And soon enough he’ll be saying it too
Girl, I love that I hate you
I love that I hate you
Any other break up I’d be jealous
You can’t hide behind the makeup girl you’re selfish
You got another man following you around
Like a dog doing tricks to your every sound
I can’t believe that use to be me and that use to be us
I love that I hate you, I can’t stop thinking about the time that you’re not here
It’s going on without you, haven’t been so bad, it’s the best time of the year
Cause I see you and I see him, you know I can’t help but grin
And soon enough he’ll be saying it too
Girl, I love that I hate you
I love that I hate you
Never thought that I could make it through, but I’m fine on my own with my middle finger salute
That I love that I hate you, I can’t stop thinking about the time that you’re not here
It’s going on without you, haven’t been so bad, it’s the best time of the year
Cause I see you and I see him, you know I can’t help but grin
And soon enough he’ll be saying it too
Girl, I love that I hate you
I love that I hate you (I love that I hate you)

Aphotic – Atmosphere Lyrics

APHOTICAtmosphere Lyrics
The soul of the sky lie
Besmeared & torn
The horizon up high
Below I lie forlorn
From the atmosphere once upright
I was born
The followers of light, uncontrite
Have ripped
The hole up high in the sky
To chase the sun
Darkness they took as I overlook
With scorn
Followers of the sun
Revealed starkness
Their son is dead
I baptize with darkness

Ed Sheeran – Scars Lyrics

ED SHEERANScars Lyrics
You’ve got scars on your body & your soul
Bruises on your back now
Broken heart with nowhere to go
Living in a high-rise flat
Torn apart, so keep on keeping it together
Nothing is forever, you know
You can start again like this, like this
Now I see blood in the sky
Blood in my eyesight
And everything’s turning to red
So we’ll beat it away, color the nightlife,
And light me up, BURN ME TODAY
I’m seeing blood in the skyline
Stuck in the right mind
Afraid again to leave any dream,
And replace it with anything better
So get up and take away your scars
And you can never be alone
If you’re bleeding with the skyline
Waiting for the right time
When the night’s already gone
It’s been traveling without your mind now
Let it let go and fuel you
Like petrol you find so much
Beauty in what makes you mental
Your friends know it’s only
A state of mind, you’re only getting by
By always getting high, that’s why
Now I see blood in the sky
Blood in my eyesight
And everything’s turning to red
So we’ll beat it away, color the nightlife
And light me up, burn me today
I’m seeing blood in the skyline
Stuck in the right mind
Afraid again to leave any dream
And replace it with anything better
So get up and take away your scars
You can take away your scars
You can take away your scars