Les Cowboys Fringants – Train De Vie Lyrics

La légèreté quitte un matin
En sautant dans le premier train
Et part sans même nous envoyer la main
Lorsque l’on arrive sur le quai
Pour tenter de la rattraper
On sait trop bien que le glas a sonné
Comme il faut aller quelque part
On regarde l’heure des départs
Dans le chaos et le bruit de la gare
Et on se retrouve sans qu’on comprenne
A marcher avec plus de peine
Sous le poids de valises un peu plus pleines
Les années passent, file la vie
On prend l’essentiel pour acquis
La légèreté n’est plus que nostalgie
Et on s’attarde de moins en moins
Aux beautés le long du chemin
À force de courir après le train
Alors, avant que l’on s’épuise
Et que l’on perde nos balises
Il vaut mieux parfois poser ses valises
Et rester assis sur le quai
Pour regarder le train passer
En retrouvant un peu de légèreté

Spinvis – Je Begrijpt Het Bijna Lyrics

(Wiе stelt de vraag?)
En wie wou jе zijn? (Gewoon een vriend)
Wat in de liedjes zit (Je begrijpt het bijna)
Alleen een herinnering (Je begrijpt het bijna)
Er is je ooit iets beroofd
Je loopt langs de gracht
Met een stem in je hoofd
Je begrijpt het bijna (Wat in de liedjes zit)
Je begrijpt het bijna (Alleen een herinnering)
Je begrijpt het bijna (Er is je ooit iets beroofd)
Er is je ooit iets beroofd (En je loopt langs de gracht)
En je loopt langs de gracht (Met een stem in je hoofd)
Met een stem in je hoofd Geef nou maar toe
Je bent hier verdwaald
Je droom is nog altijd mooi
Maar allang achterhaald
Er is niet veel keus (En de weg is lang)
Of een andere keer (De avond valt)
Je groet nu de mensen maar (Ze kijken weg)
Je kent niemand meer
Nee je kent niemand meer
Kijk dat ben jij (Eindelijk vrij)
Alleen op de brug (De laatste zon)
Je weet niet wat komen gaat (Wat maakt het uit)
En je kunt niet meer terug (Wat is geluk?)
Wat is geluk?

Les Cowboys Fringants – La Bonne Pomme Lyrics

T'étais la bonne pomme
Au milieu du panier
La p'tite fille autonome
Chez les égarés
Papa était assidu
A la dive bouteille
Maman perdue
Au pays des merveilles
Pour ces gens pas très drôles
Tu es devenue
Une mère, une épaule
Un point de salut
Pendant qu'ils s'entretuaient
A longueur de semaines
Ils ignoraient
L'étendue de ta peine
{Refrain:}
Parfois tu pleures
Quand tu y repenses
Cette douleur
Tu la vis en silence
Un jour ils sortiront
Ces mots que tu retiens
Et tes larmes cesseront
Enfin
T'étais la bonne pomme
Au milieu du panier
L'adolescente autonome
Chez les naufragés
Papa était bien assis
À la brasserie du coin
Maman partie
Un nouveau conjoint
Toi qui t'étais élevée
Seule comme une grande
Dans ce monde fermé
Sombre et sans guirlandes
Tu avais vite compris
A force d'encaisser
Que par survie
Il faudrait t'en aller
{au Refrain}
Parfois tu pleures
Quand tu y repenses
Cette douleur
Tu la vis en silence
Un jour ils sortiront
Ces mots que tu retiens
Et tes larmes cesseront
Enfin
T'étais la bonne pomme
Au milieu du panier
La jeune femme qui en somme
S'en est bien tirée
Partie étudier très loin
Pour ne plus revenir
Dans ton patelin
Aux tristes souvenirs
Quand les pommes pourries
Te font des reproches
Ton coeur de pomme se durcit
Et devient une roche
Tu as coupé tes racines
Avec le vieux panier
Une orpheline
Tu as toujours été
{au Refrain}
Parfois tu pleures
Quand tu y repenses
Cette douleur
Tu la vis en silence
Un jour ils sortiront
Ces mots que tu retiens
Et tes larmes cesseront
Enfin
T'étais la bonne pomme
Tombée du panier
Et moi, je suis cet homme
Qui t'a ramassée
Je s'rai là à tes côtés
Si tu veux me parler
Des meurtrissures
Cachées sous ta pelure

Girlschool – Love Is A Lie Lyrics

You tell me you’re leaving and say your good-bye
Always deceiving and only a lie
You say love is easy and only a game
But this time tomorrow will bring on the pain
But you would never tell me why
Your love is a lie
Love is a lie
I was believing and thought that you’d stay
I can’t find a reason, there’s nothing to blame
You said love was easy and only for free
But how could I know what you were doing to me
But you would never tell me why
Your love is a lie
Love is a lie
You said that you were leaving
But please don’t go
Leave me something to believe in
So tell me, I wanna know
But you will never tell me why
Your love is a lie
Love is a lie
Love is a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
Love is a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie

Roc Marciano – 1,000 Deaths Lyrics

Boss, nigga
[Verse 2]
We built this from the ground up, kiddo
This a kilo on my earlobe
For real though, y’all some weirdos
Ferragamos with the clear souls
The new TEC-22 with the air holes
Gotta be prepared, holmes
Baby, I’m a head case
This a leg race
So many Cuban chains I’m runnin’ out of neck space, uh
You not a blip on the god radar
f*ck an A&R, I can do way more with an AR
Extended clip on the K look like a space bar, quasar
Don’t make me have to pull it like the race card, uh
So don’t you ever test my patience
For the drama I been waitin’
I left a couple shell cases [Verse 1]
Hopped out the Sprinter in the dead of the winter
Wit’ hella niggas
The beef never settle, we let it simmer
My bitch a real head spinner
I mean ever since I put lead in the members of your clique, they quit messin’ with us
My sex drive ride like an S5
Check the finesse drive
This is as simple as connect-the-dots
“Get the hell out of Dodge,” said the cops
You got hip-hop in the head lock
She foamin’ at the mouth
Greenlight them niggas, open house
Molotov cocktail, might have to smoke ’em out, no doubt (uh, no doubt, nigga)
Six million ways to die, choose a couple
Brothers busting at your bubble goose
Way down in Moose Knuckle
Slipped once, oops
But the move was subtle
The new uzi come with the muzzle
I think “What Would Rosebudd Do?”
Tipped the crown
Flooded it with colored gems, f*ck it
One less thing scratched off the bucket list
Y’all been put on notice
Niggas, we on it
No homo–I don’t love Makonnen
Shit ain’t changed, you know the game
Money, hoes, clothin’
It’s all golden
I’m still walking on roses
Uh
Late sessions with my therapist, forever pissed
We was left for dead with no inheritance
The only heirlooms passed down to the ghetto kids was metal
That’s the same weapon that Bob shot the sheriff with, uh
[Hook]
All I wanted was some finer things
Bad bitches just scream my name
Big chains, diamond rings, and cars
I bet you didn’t that I’d go far
Baby, this is how the story goes
Weed was taught to us, well this is all we know
Squeeze fifth, did it all for the cash
Bet you ain’t never did no shit like that
Never in yo’ f*ckin’ life
So f*ck it, ya’ll niggas some big, big L7’s, man
Ya’ dig?

Joan Of Arc – Insects Don’t Eat Bananas Lyrics

We both know it’s your game and I’m just playing along
I’ll just be your monkey and be made to believe I’m paranoid
Cuz that’s easier for me than to believe what I have seen
So ooh-ooh-ah-ah-ooh-ooh-ah-ah when I ask for you and
You don’t condescend to respond
The rules of the game change
But the banana stays in the cage
You can squeeze your hand between the bars
But you can’t have your hand back
When one you love has grown tired in such a substantial way
Too bad we’re each no more strong than we are
And there’s just nothing to say
But if you really insist on squashing me like a bug
Couldn’t you be merciful and just stomp on me instead of
This prolonged smear
My 8 mangled legs kick and twist
My 5 dozen eyes reflect back on themselves
But insects don’t eat bananas

Big Head Todd & The Monsters – Trip Lyrics

So fine)
(I left my body)
(When I took your hand)
I left my body [Outro]
You took me so far baby
I feel my senses fading
So high I’m thinking
Is it you on that trip drive me crazy? [Chorus]
You made me trip, so fine
I lost my trouble worried mind
You made me trip to another land
I left my body when I took your hand
When I took your hand
[Verse]
Every time you turn your lamp down low
I’m at your door
No other place to go
You said, “I can’t seem sleep myself so why don’t we take a drive?”
Get lost for a little while
(Lets get lost)
[Chorus]
You made me trip, so fine
I lost my trouble worried mind
You made me trip to another land
I left my body when I took your hand
When I took your hand
[Verse]
You drove so fast I could no longer fear
The world holding me back with its
Angry every day gravity field
You drove me so far in the night when you said
“Why don’t you take the wheel?”
Why don’t you take the wheel?

Les Cowboys Fringants – Hasbeen Lyrics

Han! Han! Hasbeen! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Pour montrer qu’on est encore hot
On s’pitche partout comme des barbottes
Pis on poffe d’l’oxygène à l’entracte
Et pendant qu’on joue Toune d’automne
On fait semblant qu’on a du fun
Kessé qu’on f’rait pas pour le spectac’
Et si on couche pu’ a’ec des groupies
C’est pas parce qu’on en a pas envie
C’est juste que les jolies demoiselles
Ben faut l’dire, ça s’bouscule pu’ d’vant notre hôtel
On est des Hasbeen! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! On est des Hasbeen! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! On est des Hasbeen! Han! Ouh ouh! Surfer sur la vague du passé (Hasbeen!)
Derrière nous nos meilleures années ! On est des Hasbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen! Han! Han! Han! Surfer sur la vague du passé (Hasbeen!)
Derrière nous nos meilleures années! Han! Han! Festivals! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Oui c’est vrai qu’on est des vieilles peaux
Mais on va t’donner un bon show
Y a rien qui rocke plus que nous autres d’ins festivaux! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! So-so-solo
Chu p’t-être ben rien qu’un gros pouilleux
Backé par un band de ti-vieux
Mais on est encore loin du cercueil
Pour un mariage, un rodéo
Une foire ou un party d’bureau
On s’déplace, nous on n’a pu d’orgueil
Et pour ceux qui peuvent pu’ nous blairer
Vous êtes ben mieux d’vous faire à l’idée
On s’est battus pour se faire un nom
Jusqu’à’ dernière goutte on va presser l’citron! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Oui c’est vrai qu’on est des vieilles peaux
Mais on va t’donner un bon show
Y a rien qui rocke plus que nous autres d’ins festivaux! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! On est des Hasbeen! Festivals! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! On est des Hasbeen! Han! Han! Hasbeen! Han! On est des Hasbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen! Han! Han! Han! Han! On est des Hasbeen! Ouh ouh! Han! Surfer sur la vague du passé (Hasbeen!)
Derrière nous nos meilleures années! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Hasbeeeeeeeeeen! Han! Han! Han! On est des Hasbeen! On est des Hasbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen! Depuis l’temps qu’on est dans’ business
On’ a vu passer des artiss’
Mais nous aut’ on est toujours en vie
On n’est pu’ la saveur du mois
Pis c’est vrai qu’on a pris du poids
D’puis qu’on joue d’ins soupers spaghetti
Mais s’tu veux engager not’ orchest’
On est prêts à faire toutes les bassesses
Tant qu’tu payes pis qu’la bière est gratuite
Ben nous autres on va t’les chanter nos vieux hits
On est des Hasbeen! Han! Han! Han! Han! On est des Hasbeen! Han! Han! Han! Han! Ouh ouh! Hasbeen! Hasbeen! Han! Han! Hasbeen! Ouh ouh! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Surfer sur la vague du passé (Hasbeen!)
Derrière nous nos meilleures années! Han! Ouh ouh! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Han! Hasbeen! Han! Han! Han! Ouh ouh! Han! Han! Han!

Jham – Somethin’ Outta Nothin’ Lyrics (feat. N.a.t. Wildin’)

[Chorus]
Made somethin outta nothin
Big ol bands got your bitch bussin
Turned a dime into a dozen
I made somethin outta nothin (yeah)
Made somethin outta nothin (ooh)
[Verse]
Ain’t leavin the club until it’s daytime
I’m a dog bitch, I’m a canine
No iPhone, but she know it’s FaceTime
So drunk, can’t walk in no straight line
It’s crazy huh? How I took more shots than Kobe’s 81
Money stuffed up in my pockets bigger than a f*ckin baby bump (uh)
And it’s all blue stripes, I’m the one even though I’m too nice
I’m cool as ice, but still hot as a stove top
Puttin on for my whole block
Hit your BM from the back, while yo kid was playing Roblox (huh?)
Hold up pour up more shots
(Bitch)
One fish, two fish
Your bitch sent me some nudе pics
She choosing
Bitch did I stutter? I ain’t Reubеn
She poppin and she droppin
Yeah she giving me that work
Look how I’m rockin I ain’t floppin
Now I got these niggas hurt
They on my jock and it ain’t shockin
The way these hoes going bezerk
Now that I’m droppin I ain’t stoppin
Till I’m six feet in the dirt (bounce bounce)
And I'm only 23
You bitch niggas can’t humble me
Got an ounce up in these dungarees
5-0 better not touch on me
Or imma have to dip out (dip out)
Riding round with a stick out (stick out)
Talking shit it might slip out (slip out)
Sauced up bought the drip out (splash)
Uh, and God's the only one I do it for
Even when times was rough
He helped me live life on cruise control
(God)
Yeah, so I ain’t never had a worry
Number one and I’m rookie of the year
Rap's Kyler Murray (uh)
And all that fake shit, it’s nothing really to me
So when you see me on the streets nigga
Don’t be acting like you knew me, cause I-
(Uh gahdamn)
[Chorus]
Made something outta nothin (uh gahdamn)
Big ol bands got yo bitch bussin
Turned a dime into a dozen (what?)
Yeah
Made somethin outta nothin (ooh)
Made somethin outta nothin bitch

South Park Mexican – Jackers In My Home Lyrics

I’m sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I’ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin’ to church. Dove out the window, but I started seein’ stars,
I forgot last week ’bout some burglar bars. And I feel kind of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
but I drift off to sleep, really thinkin’ nothing of it. I believe in good times, having peace and fun,
but I’m still in my room tryna grease my gun. Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin’ too fancy, just your average tombstone. Dreams of the cream, enemies on different teams,
Red Beans in my house, man this shit is so extreme. Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin’ too fancy, just your average tombstone. Can’t let it get rusty: if a shoot-out breaks,
the only thing I want jammin’ is my screwed-out tape. I’m sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I’ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin’ to church. Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin’ too fancy, just your average tombstone. So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin’,
and this is the price that you pay when your ballin’,
But how did they get the spare key to my crib;
it had to be my bitch, she gon’ die if I live! I’m sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I’ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin’ to church. Gotta make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, never speak another word. Gun shots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin’ too fancy, just your average tombstone. I’m sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I’ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin’ to church. Then, something wakes me up and I open my eyes,
Somebody’s in my house, I’m heartbroken ’cause I
Couldn’t tell my mom “bye”, they finally caught me slippin’,
Im’a die like a man homeboy, I ain’t trippin. I’m all alone, my girl said that she couldn’t make it,
’cause she caught a damn cold and her whole body’s aching. I’m sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I’ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin’ to church. Little did I know they had night vision goggles,
when they saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle. They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off lead,
they say “Shoot for the stars”, I say “Shoot for the head”. Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army,
now they lookin’ like piñatas at the end of a party. And tomorrow’s the big day, gotta get my rest,
fourty-five G’s outta town, lick buyin’ tres. Shots started ringin, I was tumbling and divin’,
runnin’ out of time, with my mind on survivin’. Now my face is all wet, and I know it ain’t sweat,
bullet hit my leg, so I rolled to the left. I’m sorry that I chose the life under the curse,
I’ll be dressed in a suit and finally goin’ to church. Guess where I was at; damn right, in the closet,
grabbed a pump, now it’s my turn to make a deposit. Damn slugs ain’t no punk, hit the boy in his back,
saw his right leg flyin’ and it knocked down my lamp. Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin’ too fancy, just your average tombstone. He said he had a team and people would rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I need who sent em’. Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin’ too fancy, just your average tombstone. I saw em’ dressed up in all black wit da mask,
and I knew they was coming for the birds and the cash. Usually I keep a black glock on my dresser,
and I’m hearin’ someone whisper, sayin’ “Los, Im’a getcha!”
And I’m knowin’ it’s the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been dodging that fool ever since I was nine. One was still alive, so I start askin’ questions,
he could barely talk, spittin’ blood like venom.

Dree Low – NINA Lyrics

När vi kommer, vi kommer som i TV
Vi bangar aldrig får nån
Du tryggar när jag är igång
Aldrig vi backar, du vet
Vi sjunger vår sång nu till dem
[Refräng]
I love you babygirl
Du vet det alltid vi
Vad jag än nu gör, är det alltid dig jag håller i? Vi vet med dig det svårt att låta bli
Jag håller dig med omsorg, bara vi
Jag hoppas att vi skippar tragedi, Nina
[Outro]
I love you babygirl
Du vet det alltid vi
Vad jag än nu gör, är det alltid dig jag håller i? [Intro]
Straynané
[Vers 1]
Alla här vet att jag är G
Aldrig varit nån wanna-wannabe
Men du och jag, Nina, vi kan kasta alla mina
Bara kolla-kolla våran kemi
Vad du än vill, ey, jag säger “Sí”
För dig jag kan alltid skapa tid
Men H.S.S, baby, jag kan hämta värsta väskan
Bara kolla-kolla vad vi kan bli
Jag vet att du vill det jag vill, ey
Baby, inget annat glittrar om dig
André hämtar mill efter mill
Och du var där vid sidan om mig
Vi tystar dem som snackar goja (Goja)
Du är vid mig alltid när jag nojar
Du gillar inte när jag driver
Men du är alltid där när jag skojar
[Refräng]
I love you babygirl
Du vet det alltid vi
Vad jag än nu gör, är det alltid dig jag håller i? Du vet med dig det svårt att låta bli
Jag håller dig med omsorg, bara vi
Jag hoppas att vi skippar tragedi, Nina Vi vet med dig det svårt att låta bli
Jag håller dig med omsorg, bara vi
Jag hoppas att vi skippar tragedi, Nina
[Vers 2]
Du är med i kamp, de här luffarna kan ej, vi kan
Vart ska vi, bre? Vi ska ingenstans
Du med mig i hav och i land
Du kan ej ibland, så vi bilar för flyg är för farligt
Kan flittra oss, vill inte, darling
När du med mig man tror jag kan mobbish
Med tiden jag blivit för ballin’
Ey, ingen vet vad du heter
Du stashad i väskan, vi hatar piketen
Vadå en i benet?

Roc Marciano – Sampson & Delilah Lyrics

(Ya dig?)
Watch for the feds, they like Porky Pig
I heard 'em oinkin', you know I'm not to be toyed with
The point I made was poignant
The style I coined it, my Aussie bitch double-jointed (uh)
The double barrel joint is pointed at your boyfriend (uh)
The clip thrown in with the koi fish, splash
I speak for the voiceless
I spent last weekend eating’ with lawyers
The cheese ain't a good enough reason to be exploited
I'm anointed, you can't avoid it
Your rap's annoyin', might have to throw that trash in the toilet (flush it)
I'm that passionate, get cash and enjoy it
Act boisterous (uh)
Anything after that is pointless
[Outro]
Pimp, yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Nigga, everybody get a chance to be young at one point, nigga
Not everyone get a chance to be beautiful
Huh, know what I'm sayin'? [Intro]
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boy
Marc, baby
Shoutout my nigga Murder Markel
Uh, uh
[Verse 1]
The clip under the tool look like a half moon, uh
I'm not Cube, but we some Niggas With Attitudes
These rap dudes’ food not palatable, might need a talent boost
The challenge is bullet proof, my jewelry drippin' like p*ssy juice (ooh)
Good, you made you some loot, whoopty doo (whoopty doo nigga)
Wanna cookie, sucker, can't whoop me (nah)
If I was you, then mad at me I would be too, wood only 22
Get money, sonny, monkey see, monkey do
Of your nice new honeymoon
Let’s skip the small talk like it's Sunday school (skip that)
I'd rather sunbathe, get paid a hundred ways, I'm playing a numbers game (uh)
I take your little lunch change, son, pump the breaks
Dump the body, the Maserati in need of trunk space (facts)
I'm soaking up game like a sponge cake (uh)
You waitin' for crumbs to fall off of one's plate (uh)
I just might be the nicest ever
The way I bite your head off remind you of that Mike Tyson era
f*ck who you like better, I light up your sweater
And throw some ice all in the side of the Sky Dweller, fella
[Interlude]
Uh, uh, okay, okay, okay
Marc, baby
Uh, uh
Uh, still on top, nigga, look
Havin' a hell of a run, boy
Haha, ya’ll niggas heard it
[Verse 2]
Heavy is the head, that’s what my celly said
Might cop the Bentley in cherry red
If it's necessary, bury the bread
Somewhere off the grid, ya’ dig? I don't know what the f*ck you was talkin' 'bout after that
Know what I'm sayin'? Lil' dusty niggas, man
Straight up, man
Shoe shine, shine-box ass niggas, man
Huh, Marc, nigga
Quit askin' about me, boy
You niggas is just startin', ya'll niggas, ya'll niggas washed up already, man
Crazy, it's the longest run ever
Quietest kept, nigga
f*ck you niggas mean, know what I'm sayin'?

Vory – Pain Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Promess my niggas i neva change
That money won’t come between anything
I turn the struggle to diamonds rings
These niggas keep callin’ just let it ring
I dont got no time for no frienemies
Used to be friends now we ennemies oh! Ain’t no more memories nothing you say or you said has effected me mentally! [Hook]
Lord knows,lord knows (X12)
[Outro]
At eighteen i got kicked out the crib
And my nigga got evicted, i had nowhere to live
I was sleeping outside, do you know how that feel
Running on an empty stomach, borrowing money for meals
That’s when shit got real .. but i stuck to the plan
You see it’s crazy how the stuggle turn the kid to a man
I promess i won’t fold
I know some secrets from some niggas that’ll neva be told
I pray the real live forever and the fakes get exposed
I think it’s funny how some friends turn to foes
I think it’s funny how that money turn you niggas to hoes
But who am i to [?]
Man this shit is just a game and i feel like the host
All them lies in yo raps boy you doing the most
Too much drugs and i watch em’ OVERDOSE! King Vory , overdose Bitch u gon’ front like they into me
Really they f*ckin off hennessey
Niggas gon’ act like they kin to me
Tell em’ quit living in fantasies Yeah, Yeah
You a hoe with bitch tendencies
I put [?] like im genesis
Tell them free all our guys cause they innocent
This shit is draining my energy
I had to prepare myself mentally
I had to prepare myself mentally (oh yeah)
For these p*ssy ass niggas in the industry
And i came with real niggas who be in the streets
Lost my brother to the streets when i was thirteen
For the pain a nigga started sippin codein
Made man of the house when i was fourteen
No cash dre’ fronted me the whole thang
In a neigborhood full of dope fiends
And my momma she was one of those dope fiends (LORD)
[Pre hook]
I wish i knew the niggas who sold the crack
They ruined my heart, ain’t no sewing back
Imma let him for that pain nigga
Pull up on em’ let it rain nigga
I was young and i was so confused
But i knew my momma want the same nigga !! [intro]
King Vory
See, i promess my niggas i’ll never change
Loyalty is everything
I been down with my niggas since day one
I f*ck with you, from the start with you
The same nigga you get when i ain’t had shit
The same nigga you get when i had it all
When i have it all (corect that), knawimsayin
I neva change and all my niggas can vouch for me!

Big Head Todd & The Monsters – Damaged One Lyrics

[Verse]
I had a crushing madness
Advances so reckless
Then came the sweet day when
Your walls came down
[Pre-Chorus]
There was no trace of malice
I never thought I would have this
I got it so wrong
This love was so wrong but so fun
So fine
[Chorus]
I was already, already damaged one
You ran off and left me
I turned into a lawless gun
[Verse]
You left one cold September
That letter is now ash and ember
Now we don't talk
Yeah you don't call anymore
[Pre-Chorus]
But this judge ain't sentimental
I can see life is a rеntal car
But I wanted a home
I wanna go home right now
Right now
[Chorus]
I was alrеady, already damaged one
You ran off and left me
I turned into a lawless gun
Our love was so wrong
We should have been done by now
By now
[Bridge]
You were careless and got captured
Your wounding days are numbered
Both your charming and desperate devices have failed
Now I ain't the one who can rescue
I ain't someone you can lean on
Our love was so wrong
We should have been done by now
By now
[Chorus]
I was already
Already damaged one
You ran off and left me
I turned into a lawless gun
[Outro]
I was already
You ran off and left me
Lawless gun

Les Cowboys Fringants – Party! Lyrics

Nous aut' à soir on fait le party! Nous aut' dans' vie on fait le party! Nous… On a des flammes sur nos casquettes
Des coats Yamaha en cuirette
On jacke nos pick-up pour aller dans l'bouette
Party! Yeah! Nous aut' à soir on fait le party! Nous aut' à soir on fait le party! Party! Party! Tout c'qui compte pour nous c'est le party ! On est d'la race des Yahous! Yeah! On boit d'la Bud pis on est funné
Nous aut' à soir on fait le party! Party! Nous aut' à soir on fait le party! On boit d'la Bud pis on est funné
Oui on est content d'être heureux! Yeah! On boit d'la Bud pis on est funné
Oui on est content d'être heureux! On est quand même conscientisé
Par les questions de société
Nous aut' c'est l'prix de l'essence qui nous fait chier! Tout c'qui compte pour nous c'est le party! Party! Nous aut' à soir on fait le party! Un motocross pogné dans' vase
D'la boucane qui sort de l'exhaust
Le vrai bonheur a le parfum du gaz! Party! On boit d'la Bud pis on est funné
Oui on est content d'être heureux! Nous… On s'fout des changements climatiques
Autant qu'd'la crise économique
Not' gros problème à nous c'est les moustiques! On aime tout c'qui s'finit en "ou"
Ski-doo, sea-doo, trois roues, quatre roues
Mais on aime moins les mots en "o"
Parce qu'un canot, un pédalo
Ç'a pas d'moteur pis c'est trop slow
Faq' quand arrive la fin d'semaine
On descend dans l'nord en bedaine
On s'débouche une Bud en mitaine
Et on parle d'la chasse à l'automne
Parce que dans' vie not' plus gros fun
C'est de pouvoir tirer du gun
Party!