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1 LUNCH BILLIE EILISH Oh, mmm
I could eat that girl for lunchYeah, she dances on my tongueTastes like she might be the oneAnd I could never get enoughI could buy her so much stuffIt's a craving, not a crush, huhCall me when you're thereSaid: I bought you something rareAnd I left it under ClaireSo now she's coming up the stairsSo I'm pulling up a chairAnd I'm putting up my hairBaby, I think you were made for meSomebody write down the recipeBeen trying hard not to overeatYou're just so sweetI'll run a shower for you like you wantClothes on the counter for you to try 'em onIf I'm allowed, I'll help you take 'em offHuhI could eat that girl for lunchYeah, she dances on my tongueTastes like she might be the oneAnd I could never get enoughI could buy her so much stuffIt's a craving, not a crush, huhI just wanna get her off, ohOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, ah-ah-ah-ahOh-ah-huhShe's taking pictures in the mirrorOh my God, her skin's so clearTell her: Bring that over hereYou need a seat? I'll volunteerNow she's smiling ear to earShe's the headlights, I'm the deerI've said it all before, but I'll say it againI'm interested in more than just being your friendI don't wanna break it, just want it to bendDo you know how to bend?I could eat that girl for lunchShe dances on my tongueI know it's just a hunchBut she might be the oneI couldEat that girl for lunchYeah, sheTastes like she might be the oneI could, I couldEat that girl for lunchYeah, she, yeah, sheTastes like she might be the one2 I HAD SOME HELP POST MALONE & MORGAN WALLEN You got a lotta nerve, don't you, baby?
I only hit the curb 'cause you made meYou're tellin' all your friends that I'm crazyLike I'm the only oneWhy'd you throw them stones if youHad a wild hair of your own or two?Livin' in your big glass house with a viewI thought you knewI had some helpIt ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myselfDon't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelfBeen deep in every weekend if you couldn't tellThey say, "Teamwork makes the dream work"Hell, I had some help (Help)You thought I'd take the blame for us a-crumblingGo 'round like you ain't guilty of somethin'Already lost the game that you been runnin'Guess it's catchin' up to you, huhYou think that you're so innocentAfter all the shit you didI ain't an angel, you ain't heaven-sentCan't wash our hands of thisI had some helpIt ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myselfDon't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelfBeen deep in every weekend if you couldn't tellThey say, "Teamwork makes the dream work"Hell, I had some help (Help)(Help)(Help)(Help)It takes two to break a heart in two, oohBaby, you blame me and, baby, I blame youAw, if that ain't the truth (Oh)I had some helpIt ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myselfDon't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelfBeen deep in every weekend if you couldn't tellThey say, "Teamwork makes the dream work"Hell, I had some help (Help)(Help)(Help)(Help)3 MWAKI ZERB & SOFIYA NZAU Na Niguo Muthee Akoraguo Mwaki
Na Niajirite DigakuhikieAnyona Muci NiakurakaraNake Arakara We DahotagaaaNo Oooo No Ooooo NouthamireMwanake, mwanake Naooo. NaothamireNo Oooo No Ooooo NouthamireMwanake mwanake No Oooo No Ooo NoothamireNa Niguo Muthee Akoraguo MwakiNa Niajirite DigakuhikieAnyona Muci NiakurakaraNake Arakara We DahotagaaaNo Oooo No Ooooo NouthamireMwanake, mwanake Naooo. NaothamireNo Oooo No Ooooн No Othamire4 GATA ONLY FLOYYMENOR FT. CRIS MJ 5 GOOD LUCK, BABE! CHAPPELL ROAN It's fine, it's cool
You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truthAnd guess I'm the foolWith her arms out like an angel through the car sunroofI don't wanna call it offBut you don't wanna call it loveYou only wanna be the one that I call babyYou can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingI'm cliche, who cares?It's a sexually explicit kind of love affairAnd I cry, it's not fairI just need a little lovin', I just need a little airThink I'm gonna call it offEven if you call it loveI just wanna love someone who calls me babyYou can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingWhen you wake up next to him in the middle of the nightWith your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wifeAnd when you think about me, all of those years agoYou're standing face to face with I told you soYou know I hate to say it, I told you soYou know I hate to say it but I told you soYou can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (well, I told you so)You can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling6 I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME ARTEMAS I like the way you kiss me
I like the way you –, uhI like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss meI can tell it hits, hits, hits, hitsNot tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the backJust so you don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss meI can tell it hits, hits, hits, hitsNot tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the backJust so you don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)You bite my lip just for the tasteYou're on your knees, I'm on the caseYou take the heat and with such graceYou say, "We're done, " but here you stayYou said you're scared, I'll let you down (I'll let you down)Just stick around and you'll find out (and you'll find out)But don't you wanna make me proud? (So make me proud)'Cause I'm so proud, baby, I'm so proud of youI like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss meI can tell it hits, hits, hits, hitsNot tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the backJust so you don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss meI can tell it hits, hits, hits, hitsNot tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the backJust so you don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)Do I stress you out? Can I help you out?Does it turn you on when I turn you around?Can we make a scene? (Scene)Can you make it loud? (Loud)'Cause I'm so proud, baby, I'm so proud of youSo proud of youHmm, so proud of youI like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss meI can tell it hits, hits, hits, hitsNot tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the backJust so you don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss meI can tell it hits, hits, hits, hitsNot tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the backJust so you don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)I like the way you kiss meI like the way you –, uh7 STICK SEASON NOAH KAHAN As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
You must have had yourself a change of heart likeHalfway through the driveBecause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit signKept on drivin' straight and left our future to the rightNow I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't faceAnd memories are somethin' even smoking weed does not replaceAnd I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rainsDoc told me to travel, but there's COVID on the planesAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doSo I thought that if I piled something good on all my badThat I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dadNo, I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laughYou once called me forever now you still can't call me backAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doOh, that'll have to doMy other half was youI hope this pain's just passin' throughBut I doubt itAnd I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticksAnd I saw your mom, she forgot that I existedAnd it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victimI'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for ChristmasAnd I'll dream each night of some version of youThat I might not have, but I did not loseNow you're tire tracks and one pair of shoesAnd I'm split in half, but that'll have to doHave to do8 TOO SWEET HOZIER It can't be said I'm an early bird
It's 10 o'clock before I say a wordBaby, I can never tellHow do you sleep so well?You keep tellin' me to live rightTo go to bed before the daylightBut then you wake up for the sunriseYou know you don't gotta pretendBaby, now and thenDon't you just wanna wake upDark as a lakeSmellin' like a bonfireLost in a haze?If you're drunk on life, babeI think it's greatBut while in this worldI think I'll take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou're too sweet for meYou're too sweet for meI take my whiskеy neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou're too sweet for mеYou're too sweet for meI aim lowI aim true, and the ground's where I goI work late where I'm free from the phoneAnd the job gets doneBut you worry some, I knowBut who wants to live forever, babe?You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gateThe rest of you like you're the TSAI wish I could go alongBabe, don't get me wrongYou know you're bright as the morningAs soft as the rainPretty as a vineAs sweet as a grapeIf you can sit in a barrelMaybe I'll waitUntil that dayI'd rather take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou're too sweet for meYou're too sweet for meI take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou're too sweet for meYou're too sweet for meI take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou're too sweet for meYou're too sweet for me9 END OF BEGINNING DJO Just one more tear to cry
One teardrop from my eyeYou better save it forThe middle of the nightWhen things aren't black and whiteEnter, TroubadourRemember twenty-four?And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel itAnother version of me, I was in itI wave goodbye to the end of beginningThis song has started nowAnd you're just finding outNow isn't that a laugh?A major sacrificeBut clueless at the timeEnter, CarolineJust trust me, you'll be fineAnd when I'm back in Chicago, I feel itAnother version of me, I was in itI wave goodbye to the end of beginning(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)You take the man out of the city, not the city out the manYou take the man out of the city, not the city out the manYou take the man out of the city, not the city out the manYou take the man out of theAnd when I'm back in Chicago, I feel itAnother version of me, I was in itOh, I wave goodbye to the end of beginning(Goodbye, goodbye)10 POPULAR THE WEEKND FT. PLAYBOI CARTI & MADONNA
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VOTAR - BIRDS OF A FEATHERBILLIE EILISH
VOTAR I want you to stay
'Til I'm in the grave'Til I rot away, dead and buried'Til I'm in the casket you carryIf you go, I'm going too, uh'Cause it was always you, alrightAnd if I'm turning blue, please don't save meNothing left to lose without my babyBirds of a feather, we should stick together, I knowI said I'd never think I wasn't better aloneCan't change the weather, might not be foreverBut if it's forever, it's even betterAnd I don't know what I'm crying forI don't think I could love you moreIt might not be long, but baby, II'll love you 'til the day that I die'Til the day that I die'Til the light leaves my eyes'Til the day that I dieI want you to see, hmHow you look to me, hmYou wouldn't believe if I told yaYou would keep the compliments I throw yaBut you're so full of sh*t, uhTell me it's a bit, ohSay you don't see it, your mind's pollutedSay you wanna quit, don't be stupidAnd I don't know what I'm crying forI don't think I could love you moreMight not be long, but baby, IDon't wanna say goodbyeBirds of a feather, we should stick together, I know ('til the day that I die)I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone ('til the light leaves my eyes)Can't change the weather, might not be forever ('til the day that I die)But if it's forever, it's even betterI knew you in another lifeYou had that same look in your eyesI love you, don't act so surprised - A BAR SONG (TIPSY)SHABOOZEY
VOTAR My baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all night long
Gasoline and groceries, the list goes on and onThis 9 to 5 ain't workin', why the hell do I work so hard?I can't worry 'bout my problems, I can't take 'em when I'm gone, uhOne, here comes the two to the three to the fourTell 'em bring another out, we need plenty moreTwo steppin' on the table, she don't need a dancefloorOh my, good LordSomeone pour me up a double shot of whiskeyThey know me and Jack Daniels got a historyThere's a party downtown near Fifth StreetEverybody at the bar gettin' tipsyEverybody at the bar gettin' tipsyEverybody at the bar gettin' tipsyI've been Boozey since I've left, I ain't changin' for a checkTell my ma I ain't forget (oh, Lord)Woke up drunk at 10 am, we gon' do this sh*t againTell your girl to bring a friend (oh, Lord)One, here comes the two to the three to the fourTell 'em bring another out, we need plenty moreTwo steppin' on the table, she don't need a dancefloorOh my, good LordSomeone pour me up a double shot of whiskey (double shot of whiskey)They know me and Jack Daniels got a history (we go way back)There's a party downtown near Fifth Street (okay, let's go)Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy (at the bar gettin' tipsy)Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy (at the bar gettin' tipsy)Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsyOne, here comes the two to the three to the fourWhen it's last call and they kick us out the doorIt's gettin' kind of late but the ladies want some moreOh my, good LordSomeone pour me up a double shot of whiskey (double shot of whiskey)They know me and Jack Daniels got a history (way back)There's a party downtown near Fifth Street (come on)Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy (ooh)Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey (double shot of whiskey)They know me and Jack Daniels got a history (me and J.D.)At the bottom of a bottle gon' miss me (they gon' miss me)Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy (bar gettin' tipsy)Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsyEverybody at the bar gettin' tipsyF**k, I messed up bro, they kicked me out the bar - SAGRADO PROFANOLUISA SONZA FT. KAYBLACK
VOTAR - MILLION DOLLAR BABYTOMMY RICHMAN
VOTAR Do it, baby, do what I should think
Do it, do it, baby, do what I could thinkDo it, do it, baby, do what I should thinkDo it, do it, baby, do what I could thinkDo it, do it, do it, baby, do what I should thinkDo it, baby, do what I could thinkDo it, do it, do it, baby, do what I should thinkDo it, do it baby, do what I could thinkI ain't never rep a set, baby (tsk, tsk)I ain't do no wrongI could clean up good for youOh, I know right from wrong'Cause I wanna make it, so badly (mm, mm, mm)I'm a million dollar baby (mm, mm, mm), don't at meYeah, hell no (yeah, yeah)You rep my city for so damn long (ah, ah)But you still don't notice me, my sound next (mhm)VA next (yeah, yeah), I'm at they neck (yeah, yeah)I'm running up a check (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)She a bad lil' mama, she a diva (mm)No matter what happens, he cannot come between us again (mm, mm, mm)I know we're better than friends (better than friends)I took her to Queen's Gambit (yeah, yeah), showed around my friendsTried to pick some energy up, it don't matterI know you haven't moved on if you tried (oh, no)I don't believe it, baby, I know you lied (oh, no)All night long, what you mean, I changed?Haven't stayed the sameI've been losing my mind (ooh, ooh, ooh)I said: The city is mine (ooh, ooh, ooh)I ain't never rep a set, baby (tsk, tsk)I ain't do no wrongI could clean up good for youOh, I know right from wrong'Cause I wanna make it, so badly (mm, mm, mm)I'm a million dollar baby (mm, mm, mm), don't at meI ain't never rep a set, baby (tsk, tsk)I ain't do no wrongI could clean up good for youOh, I know right from wrong'Cause I wanna make it, so badly (mm, mm, mm)I'm a million dollar baby (mm, mm, mm), don't at me(Oh, no, no, no)Hell, hell nahYeah, hell, hell nah(Hell, hell nah) do it, baby, do what I should think(Hell, hell nah) do it, do it, baby, do what I could thinkDo it, baby, do what I should think (hell, hell nah)Do it, do it, baby, do what I could thinkHell, hell nahHell, hell nah - GOOD LUCK, BABE!CHAPPELL ROAN
VOTAR It's fine, it's cool
You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truthAnd guess I'm the foolWith her arms out like an angel through the car sunroofI don't wanna call it offBut you don't wanna call it loveYou only wanna be the one that I call babyYou can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingI'm cliche, who cares?It's a sexually explicit kind of love affairAnd I cry, it's not fairI just need a little lovin', I just need a little airThink I'm gonna call it offEven if you call it loveI just wanna love someone who calls me babyYou can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingWhen you wake up next to him in the middle of the nightWith your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wifeAnd when you think about me, all of those years agoYou're standing face to face with I told you soYou know I hate to say it, I told you soYou know I hate to say it but I told you soYou can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (well, I told you so)You can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'll have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling - GATA ONLYFLOYYMENOR FT. CRIS MJ
VOTAR - OVERDRIVEOFENBACH FT. NORMA JEAN MARTINE
VOTAR I wanna feel the heat, I wanna own the night
I wanna feel the beat, I wanna dance tonightI wanna lose myself, I wanna come aliveI wanna feel the love, go into overdriveI wanna feel the heat, I wanna own the nightI wanna feel the beat, I wanna dance tonightI wanna lose myself, I wanna come aliveI wanna feel the love, I wanna go into overdriveInto overdrive (oh)MmIt doesn't matter where I go (go)I feel the music in my soul (mm-mm)I love the way the rhythm makes my body goMmThere's a dance floor in my dreamsAnd I've been movin' in my sleep (my sleep)Love the way the bass sound makes me lose controlI wanna feel the heat, I wanna own the nightI wanna feel the beat, I wanna dance tonightI wanna lose myself, I wanna come aliveI wanna feel the love, I wanna go into overdriveInto overdrive (oh)I wanna feel the heat, I wanna own the nightI wanna feel the beat, I wanna dance tonightI wanna lose myself, I wanna come aliveI wanna feel the love, go into overdriveInto overdriveInto overdriveInto overdrive (oh)Into overdrive - THE SOUND OF SILENCE (CYRIL REMIX)DISTURBED
VOTAR Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silenceIn restless dreams, I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone'Neath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light, I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never sharedAnd no one daredDisturb the sound of silence"Fools" said I, "You do not knowSilence like a cancer growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach you"But my words, like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was formingThen the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway wallsIn tenement halls"And whispered in the sound of silence - TRAINING SEASONDUA LIPA
VOTAR Are you (Are you?)
Someone that I can give my heart to? (Heart to)Or just the poison that I'm drawn to? (I'm drawn to)It can be hard to tell the difference late at nightPlay fair (Play fair)Is that a compass in your nature? (Compass in your nature)Or are you tricky 'cause I've been there? (I've been there)And baby, I don't need to learn my lesson twice(Lesson twice)But if you really wanna go thereYou should know INeed someone to hold me closeDeeper than I've ever knownWhose lovе feels like a rodeoKnows just how to take controlWhеn I'm vulnerableHe's straight-talking to my soulConversation overloadGot me feeling vertigoAre you somebody who can go there?'Cause I don't wanna have to show yaIf that ain't you, then let me know, yeah'Cause training season's over (Over, over, over, over)(Training season's over)I tried (I tried)To see my lovers in a good light (Good light)Don't wanna do it just to be nice (To be nice)Don't wanna have to teach you how to love me rightI hope (I hope)(It hits me like an) Arrow (Arrow)(Someone with some) Potential (Potential)(Is it too much to) Ask for?Who understands INeed someone to hold me closeDeeper than I've ever knownWhose love feels like a rodeoKnows just how to take controlWhen I'm vulnerableHe's straight-talking to my soulConversation overloadGot me feeling vertigoAre you somebody who can go there?'Cause I don't wanna have to show yaIf that ain't you, then let me know, yeah'Cause training season's overCan you compete?Now is your timeRun when you hear that whistle blowAre you on my teamOr stuck on the sidelineswaiting for someone to tell you to go?(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)For someone to tell you to go?You should know INeed someone to hold me closeDeeper than I've ever knownWhose love feels like a rodeoKnows just how to take controlWhen I'm vulnerableHe's straight-talking to my soul (If that ain't youthen let me know, yeah)Conversation overload'Cause training season's over (Over, over, over)'Cause training season's over (Over, over, over)Training season's over