Malik Montana – Patrzcie Lyrics

[Refren x2]
Nie miałem nic, teraz stać mnie
I co kurwo, srasz się?
Nie miałem nic, teraz stać mnie
I co kurwo, srasz się?
Teraz Gucci ziom, teraz Louis ziom
Stać mnie, patrzcie
Co drugi typ mówi mi bracie
Płakać czy śmiać się?

[Zwrotka 1]
15 koła kurtka obszyta kojotem
Sopot 5 kola za dobę Grand Hotel
Helikopterem na Mazury potem Wrocław samolotem
Givenchy, klapki Gucci cały obwieszony złotem
Nie tykam groupies, wydzwoncie eskortke mi
Podobną do Rosatti Weroniki
Nad ruletką mała seria zero szpil
Tylko dobra koka mordo, nie syp mielonki

[Bridge]
Nie jestem bez serca lecz życie nauczyło żeby z niego nie korzystać za często (za często)
Nie jestem bez serca lecz życie nauczyło żeby z niego nie korzystać za często (za często)

[Zwrotka 2]
Na butach kolce mam, chodzę jak jeżozwierz

W kolo hieny, sepy, pasożyty, ja wśród nich jak lew
Wkładam dresy Nike, kurtkę Yves Saint Lauren
Ty nad Wisła siedzisz jak menel z browarem
Marny detalista myśli ze jest Escobarem
I ma przejebane, nóżki będą połamane
Bo było nieodebrane, ale będzie odebrane, będzie odebrane
[Bridge]
Nie jestem bez serca lecz życie nauczyło żeby z niego nie korzystać za często (za często)
Nie jestem bez serca lecz życie nauczyło żeby z niego nie korzystać za często (za często)

[Refren x2]
Nie miałem nic, teraz stać mnie
I co kurwo, srasz się?
Nie miałem nic, teraz stać mnie
I co kurwo, srasz się?
Teraz Gucci ziom, teraz Louis ziom
Stać mnie, patrzcie
Co drugi typ mówi mi bracie
Płakać czy śmiać się?

Waka Flocka Flame – Frosted Leaf Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoo Kid
DatPiff.com world premiere

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
I’ma throw some good vibes out there
So won’t nobody be trippin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
Don’t you wanna go there?
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Hawaiian snow under the microscope
Greenhouse, Red Light, about to eat smoke
No laws, I feel so free there
Zero violence, weed all in the air
I’m ’bout to hit Bob Marley’s shop
Roll a big spliff with some Guinness style
No cameras in the Red Light
And them girls get tested by the government, and every night
Eat a weed brownie and catch a sex show
Guy in a gorilla suit fuck a nympho
Roll up, I feel so free here
Bongs made of ice, smoke the best weed here
But it’s time to leave here
Next stop London, bruv got a nigga in
And I left 50 bags in the ‘telly
To call my office up, just to fuckin’ tell me

[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
You know, they thought I was booked for two more days in Amsterdam in the Grand Hotel
I left 50 bags of weed there, you know, but…
They called me up to tell me I left my weed
I was in London, I can’t bring that shit on the plane, you know?
Whoo Kid

[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
Wanna go somewhere
Where all my niggas is just livin’
Like if Freaknik was mixed with Woodstock and wasn’t no cops
‘Cause wasn’t nobody trippin’
Oh, don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
Don’t you wanna go there?
(Fuckin’ up the vibe in here, never fuckin’ up the vibe in here)
So won’t nobody be trippin’

[Outro: Watch The Duck & Waka Flocka Flame]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Brick Squad!
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoo Kid
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Never fuckin’ up the vibe in here
Fatality

Noah Cyrus – It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

[Chorus 1]
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look at the five and ten, it’s glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door

[Verse]
Pair of hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that’ll talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again

[Chorus 2]
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
There’s a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that’ll make them ring is the carol that you’ll sing
Right within your heart

[Chorus 1]
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
And the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door

[Outro]
So, it’s Christmas once more

Styx – Mademoiselle Lyrics

STYX
Mademoiselle Lyrics

Tell me where are you going
Sweet mademoiselle
To London or Paris
To the Grand Hotel

Where do you go at the end of the day
Where do you go when you spend time away
To islands in the tropic sands
Or pleasure trips to distant lands
You’re searching for a dream
Well maybe it’s me

I tell you hello
And what do you say
As I stop you go
there’s no reason to stay

It all began so harmlessly
You gave me love so easily
I never realized you were just spending time

Tell me where are you going
Sweet mademoiselle
To London or Paris
To the Grand Hotel

Even though you’re far away
I think about you every day
And wonder if you’re thinking of me
In a fond memory
Sweet mademoiselle

Tell me where are you going
Sweet mademoiselle
To London or Paris
Ou Montréal
Sweet Mademoiselle

Regina Spektor – Grand Hotel lyrics

[Verse 1]
Somewhere below the Grand Hotel
There is a tunnel that leads down to hell
Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute
Then sneak through the hall past the boy’s shining boots
Turn left at the courtyard, through the old garden
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards
And then you run to the old lake house
Down to the old lake house
Run to the old lake house where it begins

[Verse 2]
Under the floorboards there’s a deep well
That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell
That’s where old devils danced and kissed
And made their blood pacts in the ancient myths
And running through forest they screamed in chorus
While piercing fair maidens’ chests with their horns
And then they lay in the grass ’til the dawn came
Sleeping away ’til the dawn came
Lay in the grass where now stands the Grand Hotel
[Verse 3]
The maître d’ and a fancy chef
Silver’s real, the liquor’s top shelf
Play some tennis, swim in a pool
Stroll the garden, shady and cool
You won’t care that the devils
Won’t mind that the devils
Won’t know that the devils are near

[Verse 4]
Somewhere below the grand hotel
There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell
But no one comes up for the souls anymore
They come for some comfort and for the dance floor
And hiding sharp horns under fedoras
Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus
They toss and turn ’til the dawn comes
On soft sheets ’til the dawn comes
No one sleeps at the grand hotel

[Verse 5]
Room service, mini-bar
Scented soaps, chauffeured cars
Stay a day, stay a week
Here’s the tunnel, take a peek
Just call up your friends at the front desk
Any hour at the front desk
Call up your friends at the Grand Hotel
You’ll always have friends at the Grand Hotel