Geoff Berner – Maginot Line Lyrics

Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Thought you were so safe and strong. You were wrong. Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
stupid, stupid, you were wrong. You were wrong. Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Stupid! Stupid! Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Why didn’t some smart fellow say:
Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Your guns are pointing the wrong way. GEOFF BERNERMaginot Line Lyrics
Did you hear about the foolish French
who hid themselves behind a trench? Hitler came to call. Stupid! The stout defenders fought their best
but their turrets faced east
and the Germans were west. And reflect upon the Maginot doom:
a perfect fortress makes a perfect tomb. He said: Boys, this line is strong and sound,
It’s lucky for us we can just go around. Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Stupid! So if you’ve got something you hold dear
and you’d hate to see it disappear,
You think that everything’s just fine
better check it one more time. Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Why didn’t some smart fellow say:
Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Your guns are pointing the wrong way. Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Thought you were so safe and strong. Maginot Line, Maginot Line,
Thought you were so safe and strong. It wasn’t very long at all
before Mr. Filled it with a million men
ten thousand heavy guns and then
figured they would be just fine
now they had the maginot line.

Bombele – Cabron versuri

Opriti bombele, bombele, bombele
booombele, booombele, booombele.. Am zis, doar pentru al nostru vis
Dar asta e razboiul lor la noi in Paradis
Eu pun mana pe texte, singurele arme
Sa le dau palme cand se doarme. Dati-va dracu si voi si firmele voastre
Ne dati tripuri proaste pe strazile noastre
Din doi zero unu sapte, vocile se aud de departe. (x2)
Striga tara si diaspora
Noi nu vrem razboiul altora
Noi nu vrem razboiul altoraaa. Ce atatea demonstratii pe la noi prin tara
Ia mai da-va-n p*la mea de-aici si iesiti afara
Cine dracu m-a-ntrebat pe mine daca-s de acord
Sa le vad convoiu’ prin oras, ducandu-se spre port. (x2)
Astia au innebunit toti
Bine ca la noi e bine, n-avem decat mafioti
Romani, tigani, fratiori de sute de ani
Traim impreuna si cu bani si fara bani, sii.. Tara noastra pentru noi e de ajuns
Nu-i prea mare, de-aia zic, treci pe langa ea ca uns
Oricum nu ne plac subiecte gen scuturi de rachete
Nu dam un leu pe fregatele tale cochete. De la Ploiesti, Bucuresti, Craiova, Timisoara
Constanta, Bacau, Iasi, Cluj, toata tara
Noi iesim in strada daca avem ceva de zis
Ies un milion in piata doar pentru al nostru vis. (x2)
Versuri Cabron
Video Cabron Versuri Cabron – Bombele
Opriti bombele, bombele, boombele
booombele, booombele, booombele.. (x2)
Opriti booombele, booombele, booombele
booombele, booombele, booombeleee. Opriti booombele, booombele, booombele
booombele, booombele, booombele.. (x2)
Steagul alb sa se ridice, sa se vada
Ca flutura tare, tare de tot in tara intreaga
Si culmea e ca n-avem treaba
Mai ales ca stiu toti pe aici, baieti de treaba. Presa cauta bombe, garda tot bombe
Pana si eu caut o bomba sa bubuie in tobe
Sa zica astia, domne’ vezi daca nu faci probe
Bumul asta ne place ca muzica-i in sobe.

Higher Than All Lyrics – One Sonic Society

I will dwell
In the shadow of the most high God
In the shelter of His mighty wing
My refuge and strength
I will walk
In the presence of His majesty
In the power of the risen King
For You I will wait
I call on Your name
You alone will have my awe
You are my God
You have no rival
You’re the captor of my soul
You are my God
Higher than all
I will live
In the One who gave it all for me
In the One who holds eternity
All honor and praise
Be turned to Your name
Over all of our fears
All of our failures
All that we face, You are higher
Over all that we know
All that we hope for
All of our days, You are higher

Time To Get Closer Lyrics – Foster The People

I had been hopeful
that I would have the time to get closer to you
If you wanted me to
I feel like crying
the more I think about the times that I tried
To say the things I was thinking of
At the time

Lotus Eater Lyrics – Foster The People

Well I could never be like you
I don’t ever talk like that
Smiling with a sparkling drink
And stumbling in your lipstick mess
[?] philosophies
Yeah, it’s a tragedy
But you keep hanging on
[?] look
Just waiting around
For someone to take you home
And I know you know I’m not the one
I’m sorry I was late, I didn’t wanna come
Oh no, man, it’s just like I was born
My eyes are wandering
Can we just eat the news? And dance around the room
In a scattered point of views
Well take my hand and
[?]
Yeah, just count to three
I wish that I could blink
And turn all your words into ice cubes
So I could fill my drink

Travis Scott and T-Pain Hints At Collaboration On Twitter

Music rapper, who is currently dating Kylie Jenner, is currently working on his new album Astroworld. Travis Scott and T-Pain has Twitter in a frenzy after they hinted at a new collaboration. On Monday, Travis Scott tweeted “T-pain … la flame” without coughing up anymore explanation. (@gyaIIchester) July 17, 2017

Woah now, I don't know if im prepared for what this is implying pic.twitter.com/Fr1fQa018L
— James St. — T-Pain (@TPAIN) July 17, 2017

I hope y'all colab a lit song
— Trill OG $wagkilla (@ChrisChawk14) July 17, 2017

WTF GOING ON
— Nae? Interestingly, both Scott and T-Pain are known to use auto-tune so perhaps this is a auto-tune link up between the two artists. Patrick? (@CeezusWalks) July 17, 2017 Fans of both Travis Scott and T-Pain are reacting on Twitter with shared excitement about the possible collaboration, but so far nothing has been confirmed, it’s just noise just about now.? The G.O.O.D.

Price

Lyrics to ‘Price’ by Meek Mill:

–Intro–
Shit, every since I got money
I ain’t been happy like I used to
They say, “You got pay the cost to be a boss”
Check this
When you the nigga with the money
Somebody go to jail, you gotta pay they bail
Somebody die, they gon’ turn to you for the funeral
But I just be thinking like, “When I’m gon’ be able gon’ able to turn to somebody, shit”
Bosses got feelings too
I done did shit for niggas a thousand times
Told ’em no one time and watch ’em talk about me crazy, write / wrap bite my back out
But I still stood tall
–Hook–
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great

Made It From Nothing

Lyrics to ‘Made It From Nothing’ by Meek Mill:

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Ball Player

Lyrics to ‘Ball Player’ by Meek Mill:

–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
Yeah, pull up a check
Yeah, I just might flood the Patek
[?]
I tell that nigga come bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ [?]
I’ll let you know when I bust in her mouth
Come in the kitchen [?]
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
[?] like 2, 3
I get the [?] like loose leaf
I’m in the field with my new cleats
Came through the block like who he? Drippin’ and smokin’ that oowee
[?] the uzi
Sippin’ [?]
–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Verse 2: Quavo–
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul
Wrist cold like Utah
Waterboy, foosball
Waterboy, foosball
I bet you niggas can’t re-up
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers , streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
When you’re out on the road, when you’re pushin’ yay
At your precinct [?]
Got my shooters doin’ nasty
No witness, no evidence
Put ’em all in a casket
–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Verse 3: Desiigner–
Ball player, ball player
Ballin’ in the Himalayas
Tryna move on me
[?]
[?] money [?]
[?]
Pulled off [?]
[?]
Everybody got shooters
Everybody got hitters
[?]
[?]
–Chorus: Quavo–
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Open tool on the mattress
And the AR plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
–Outro: Desiigner–
Try to move on me

Open

Lyrics to ‘Open’ by Meek Mill:

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Never Lose

Lyrics to ‘Never Lose’ by Meek Mill:

–Snippet–
–Intro: Lihtz Kamraz–
Raf Simmons on my shoes
I would never lose, I would never lose
(Infamous, infamous, infamous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
–Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz–
[??] that’s in real life
Flood the rollie, drop the [??]
[??] I was still shining
My bitch out here tryna play me, she crazy
I’m fucking models on the daily
Anyway a nigga chose, I would never lose, I would never lose
I would never lose
–Verse ?: Meek Mill–
Somethin’ that I been through
Wins and them loses, turned us to bosses
Yeah, when them niggas started hated, man that’s when they lost us
Yeah, seen their bitches swtichin’ sides soon as they cross us
Fuck ’em
But I never trip and I feel like that ball I’ma [??]

Fall Thru

Lyrics to ‘Fall Thru’ by Meek Mill:

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1942 Flows

Lyrics to ‘1942 Flows’ by Meek Mill:

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F**k That Check Up

Lyrics to ‘F**k That Check Up’ by Meek Mill:

–Chorus: Meek Mill–
Catching in your [??], they need a check (They need a check)
I’m so lit I fuck that bitch soon as I met her (Soon as I met her)
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
I’m litty again, I’m ’bout land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like you out with that nigga again? She gettin’ cocky like yeah im wit him
Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin[??], win again
–Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert–
(Huh!) Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat

[??] the shit, not ’bout the racks
Don’t call my phone
Don’t leave no message
That girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
She bad and a 911
Up all night, don’t rest much
Spent two hunnid for the rest up
Young nigga fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
–Verse 2: Meek Mill–
Started off sellin that crack rock, now we sell out arenas
White girl say im [??], White girl say she naughty

Heavy Heart

Lyrics to ‘Heavy Heart’ by Meek Mill:

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