Tapeworms – Magic Pierrot

Tapeworms

Magic Pierrot


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Jason Grishkoff

Published:
Jun 08, 2021

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Sounds like:

rincs,
sjowgren,
Hajk

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female vocalist
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indie rock
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indie pop

Why do we like this?

This probably won’t come as a surprise, but here’s another song inspired by the pandemic. Except, perhaps not the way you might presume (lonely lockdown blues being the norm).

Instead, Margot and Théo of Tapeworms were inspired to write “Magic Pierrot” based on their abruptly-ended tour of Japan (thanks, pandemic). The subject matter comes from Shingu, where Margot watched the locals enjoy day-to-day life and herself. Reflecting on this moment elicited enough nostalgia to inspire this song, an upbeat indie rock / shoegazey diddy that’s short and sweet, but manages to hit all the right notes for me.

These guys have been going at it since 2016, so if you want to listen to more, check out their Spotify.




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Roney – Come Back Lyrics

[Intro]
Can't believe these niggas said I can't come back

[Verse 1]
He gotta go today
Roney can fold the K
He like a rocket ship
I make him blast away
Lets have a blast today
Get it the faster way
Money go round and round
Trap on the adalaide
Benz coupe, drive like space ship
Glock 22, handin' out face lifts
Young boy runnin' wild ain't wanna lace my kicks
I'm a crossin' guard the way I raise my stick

[Chorus]
Niggas couldn't tell me no shit
Imma put faith in my brick, oh yeah
In the hood, can't walk without a stick
They want leave my brains on my drip, oh yeah
Grindin' gotta get it how I live
Can't believе these niggas said I can't come back
I can tеll you all the crazy shit I did
Can't believe these niggas said I can't come back
[Verse 2]
Can't believe they said it
Now they see me get it, they'll regret it
Give me crack and I will sell it
Gettin' to the green like it's relish
Now my music sellin' niggas jealous
Now the money clean not a blemish
I looked at my fiend like a chemists

He taught me how to whip it, how to sell it
I got my clip full, mini pistol
He popped a pill, to do a drill, that boy a Brisko
Leave him in the rental, body gettin' stencilled
Tell his niggaa ride out, they to sentimental
And I was shoppin' with the drummin'
Shit hold about a dozen make me put it on your cousin
Dare a nigga tell me somethin'
Take his head off then I fly out to japan
Pipe down
I want the money and I want it right now
He want beef, then I'm bringing him a cow
Brodie in the back, tweakin' off of gas
And he rollin' with a mac, right now

[Chorus] (2x)
Niggas couldn't tell me no shit
Imma put faith in my brick, oh yeah
In the hood, can't walk without a stick
They want leave my brains on my drip, oh yeah
Grindin' gotta get it how I live
Can't believe these niggas said I can't come back
I can tell you all the crazy shit I did
Can't believe these niggas said I can't come back
[Outro]
Can't believe these niggas said I can't come back

‘Trade impact of coronavirus for India at $348m’

The trade impact of the coronavirus epidemic for India is estimated to be about $348 million. Among the most affected economies are the European Union ($15.6 billion), the United States ($5.8 billion), Japan ($5.2 billion), South Korea ($3.8 billion), Taiwan Province of China ($2.6 billion) and Vietnam ($2.3 billion).

Juice WRLD – Impatient Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
G Money, we finna get a lot of fucking money, bro
Man, I remember ramen
I just went to Japan to get some ramen
The fuck?

[Chorus]
Uh, I remember trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now I’m in a mansion, she do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient
I remember trap houses, bandos with the key cards
Now I’m in the mansion, they do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient

[Bridge]
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga (Uh)
Rich ass nigga
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga
Old rich ass nigga, yeah
Hm, yeah
I’m Billy Idol with that rebel yell
Oh-oh, uh-uh
Uh

[Verse]
Check the time, different time zones
Money on my mind, call the carrier to my phone
It’s traveling time, I’m going to Japan
I need to make sure my receptions fine, yeah
But besides that, I’m alright
I’m kinda getting sick and tired of these long flights
But it’s all for a good cause, uh-huh
I guess it cost to be the boss, uh-huh, uh
My pocket looks a lot like a morgue
Shit, I know what I signed up for
Uh, my pocket looks a lot like a morgue
So do my drawers, uh
I know what I signed up for
I ain’t talk to my mom in a week, I been busy
I feel bad, ’cause it feels like we barely speak
I ain’t talk to my aunt in a month, I feel bad
I was too busy recording music, smoking fat blunts
Let it all, let it all sink in at once
‘Cause it’s always fun and games, until you become the pun
Until you become the one, on the news with the OD
On the news with a nosebleed, from the cocaine you bought last week
Heroin stains in the sheets
When you try to put the pain all to peace
But instead you fell into pieces over a Hollywood dream
Heroin stains in the sheets
Try to turn pain into peace
But you fell into pieces
But at least you can say you used to be in

[Chorus]
Trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now you in a mansion doing coke off a key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, before you get impatient
Trap house and the bandos, you was using the lean cars
Now you got a mansion, doing coke off yo’ key card
Bitches be like “You hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Better stick to they day job, you gon’ get impatient
Just watch

Disinfect aircraft before next flight: DGCA

The Directorate General of Civil Aviation (DGCA) has made it mandatory for aircraft flying in from Italy, South Korea and Japan to India to be disinfected thoroughly. All incoming passengers on these flights to India will need to be screened and if any flyer shows symptoms of coronavirus, then the aircraft will have to undergo a more stringent disinfection process.

Soulchef – The Rest Of My Life Lyrics

Intro: Awon
Yeah, it’s Awon, Tiff The Gift, SoulChef, Goon Trax what up

Verse 1: Awon
Innovative illustrating the method
On how to use words like weapons and SoulCheffin
Heating up a cold session with old lessons
Or how to dominate any candidate you nominate
Sophisticated like pomegranate and vodka
The Nike S B rocka, the hip a hip hoppa
Sometimes I spend reminiscing of Big Poppa
And my intricacies if you listen I get proper
My whole style is super future satortorilis
Explore the world through the common wealth I’m on the globe with this
The love I get is glorious, I’m victorious
For setting trends victorious, the people need a warrior
I’m at the higher Regency of the Astoria
Giving you more of the realness in the categoria
Hip hop genre I’m Obama
Awon, Tiff The Gift flipping scripts from the rest of this it’s

Verse 2: Tiff The Gift
Yeah, lemme tell me story, alright
I’ll die making music just to tell my story
I cater to my followers, pay homage to those before me
I’ll bow to predecessors cuz I know where I come from
I’m humble but I’ll eat a nigga whole if he wants some
I’ll never fall a victim to fads and trendy ways
Ever since I was a youth I was hungry, I had that glaze
I step on stage, the smoke gets thicker
I feel it in my soul, I got that magic and you figure
I’m far from my prime and I have yet to make my debut
When I do these niggas better wear they safe suits
Cuz touch that mic, no remorse and I will rape you
Be cool I’ll take you under my wing, just for the spring
Cuz most only last for a season
Pretty smile but when I kick it, you would swear I was a heathen
I got that fever, until I’m face up in that casket
I’ll never lose and several dudes bear witness to the madness, you faggots

Verse 3: Awon
For the rest of my life, I promise to spit savage
Way above average, the microphone is my second marriage
From the East coast out to Paris, Japan and New Zealand
Giving hip hop a new feeling
With vintage quality, so appealing
The Marvin Gaye of rap, what I’m giving you is lyrical healing
My boxcutter make you look like relatives ceiling
If you try to step to me, a floor is what you stealing
Stiff arming cats in my lane like I’m Peterson
Brett Farve with lyrical game cuz I need to win
Vegetarian, with an appetite for blood
Call me Edward Kyle cuz I’m the thug ladies love
Vampire set it on fire, burn a bitch down
Take a king’s crown, decapitate the weak live now
This is first down and goal, control on the road
See the lane fold as the Grim Reaper takes souls

Fortes – Keep It True Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The revolution will be streamed, use to have revelations in my dreams, my dedication is extreme, I’d rather be heard than seen, nowadays my concern is the green, the world can’t wait to turn you to a meme, success is temporary, if I ever have to get an office job I’ll have sex with the secretary, family first everything else is secondary, wanna live life that’s legendary, wanna give love leave a legacy, eternal sunshine, deleting memories, they don’t live like people do, no matter what you do just keep it true

(Verse 2)
I took the beaten path and I got lost, I just want to paint my picture like Bob Ross, if Saint Peter don’t let me in then it’s Gods loss, prick your finger like a mob boss, I got samples from Japan so don’t even try to Shazam, need a six mil deal like the bionic man, until then I’m the marijuana man, hustle until I get a publishing deal, and the duffle is filled with a couple of mil then f**k it I’ll chill, life is rough but it’s fair, where am I going from here? Oh you know me from where?

Styles P (Verse 3)
Call it now or call it later, who’s the shit no bull no toilet paper, yeah it’s funk cause it stank from the dank or the beats and the rhymes that put money in the bank, honey I shrunk the kids but I don’t need a shrink if I got mad high and nutted in the sink, should’ve been the toilet but blame it on the drink, you can link with the cubans or get you a cuban link, I don’t wait on the weight, I’m not a waiter, unless there’s weight on the table hammer out and don’t nobody blink, nigga welcome to the shadows, smoke from the weed or smoke from the barrel

Blacc Zacc – I Don’t Know Why Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
She a real bitch, I can see it in her eye
IMixNation for real
Yeah

[Verse 1]
She a real bitch‚ I can see it in her eye
Lie to her all the time‚ I don’t know why
It be so much that she don’t even cry
She kill the scene and she don’t even try
f**k it‚ let’s take a trip to Dubai
Yeah, you so fly and we stay in the sky
I’m in first class and she right by my side
She grabbin’ my dick and I’m rubbin’ her thigh
I spend a check in Japan when we land
I keep her right and I keep her with bands
She independent, she do what she can
But she make it known that she don’t need no man
We get so drunk‚ have a hangover
She eat that dick for a Range Rover
I beat it up, then it’s game over
Yeah, I beat it up‚ then it’s game over
She get so wet, umbrella
She wanna f**k then cuddle
She been right there from the gutter
So I don’t give no f**ks, I love her
She ride that dick like a shuttle
I turned her wrist to a puddle
I front them P’s to her brother
But nigga, this business, so come with my cheddar
Yeah, I get the pack then ship it
So anything you want, go get it
I’ma turn you up, make ’em feel you
She done fell in love with the dealer
Treat her like an orange, how I peel her
Yeah, damn that pussy taste like vanilla, yeah
Get an A plus, she got good head
And she a real bitch, she a thoroughbred, yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah, I f**k with this
Hold up
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2]
We be low-key when we out in the streets
Niggas too nosey, so we be discrete
Don’t inbox my bitch, you might get you ass beat
The last nigga tried me, I put him to sleep, yeah
Hit like Muhammad Ali, yeah
Knock your lil’ ass off your feet, yeah
Try it, and nigga, you’ll see, yeah
Shit can get sour from thinking it’s sweet
Shit can get sour from thinking it’s sweet
Buy you some Gucci, ain’t boycotting me
Double G shoe, put some stars on your feet
We got this drip out of Paris and Greece
Trip out the country, ten thousand a seat
Meal on the jet, that’s a bon appétit
f**k up a bag every time that we eat
f**k from the back, I got nut on my tee
f**k from the back, I got nut on my shirt
Know that I’m rich but she still go to work
Ain’t asking for shit, she gon’ get her bag first
My bitch want a house, she not impressed by no purse
She tell me chill out when I be on the syrup
In love with codeine, shit I think that I’m cursed
f**k her to sleep, now she acting berserk
If I f**k a new bitch, man, you’ll always be first
Buy a watch for you, won’t hurt no more
But I can’t lie, I don’t work no more
Swear it’s so hard to let the feelings go
You can’t let it go, you can take some more
She like it slow when I hit from the back
Jump in that pussy and then I attack
She call me daddy, she don’t call me Zacc
She call me daddy, she don’t call me Zacc

[Outro]
I mean, I ain’t perfect, but shit
What, you gon’ go f**k with a lame? Haha
You’re too bossed up for that
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
She a real bitch, I can see it in her eye
She kill the scene and she don’t even try
I don’t know why
She don’t even try
f**k it, let’s take a trip to Dubai
We be so fly, always stay in the sky
I’m in first class and she right by my side
She grabbing my dick and I’m rubbing her thigh, ooh

Mir Fontane – Still In The Hood Lyrics

Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Aye, Aye, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Aye, Aye

[Chorus]
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool I’m cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan, (aye aye aye ooh)
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan (aye aye aye)

[Verse 1]
I got hoes, you see them all at my shows, thats ya girl in the front row
But oh no, she want a ring like Malone, so i just pass her to my bros
Don’t rock mikes, my new lil bitch take the pipe, she got that thing i like
Vodka on ice, (ooh ooh) might keep it light tonight, hen’ny make me wanna fight
Aye heard your new shit is trash as f**k
Like you should just pack it up, like thats enough
Niggas talk shit on the internet then they wanna dab me up, like back it up
Might buy my momma a crib, (aye)
Might put some ice on my bros (aye, aye)
Might throw some gold on my teeth (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Aye watch it glisten like General Tso’s

[Chorus]
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex (yea), I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan, aye

Carlos Ghosn says Japan arrest was a plot

Nissan’s fugitive ex-boss, Carlos Ghosn, on Wednesday described his detention conditions in Japan, from which he fled last month in a daring escape, as “travesty” against human rights and dignity. At a press conference in Beirut, Ghosn dismissed all allegations against him as untrue, saying, “I should never have been arrested in the first place.”

Russ – BEST ON EARTH Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me

[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah
Her ass fatter than fat and she got good throat
Sit that cad on my lap, I give it good strokes
I might have to fly her out to Mikanos
Or maybe to Japan so I can hit her like I’m Ichiro
She knows what the fuck is up, I ain’t gotta dumb it down
Tatted like Rihanna, pussy singing like it’s run-of-town
I love it, she’s a freak
I promise if I could, I’d fuck her seven days a week
Face from the middle east, ass from the west indies
Suckin’ the soul up out of my body, rest in peace
Head got me wobblin’
She know I got cameras, she say we should vlog it
I know she got stamina, she say start joggin’, yeah

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me (Uh)
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me (Uh)

[Verse 2: BIA]
Light me up, light me up
I done seen the whole world and they knowin’ ain’t hot as us
Bankrolls, dank roll, they ain’t really as loud as us
I be hopin’ that it’s love but it really just be the lust
Anything Fort Rush now, it’s [?] on the touchdown
It’s a cold world, get a bust down
How you get my mind before my body and my trust now?
He say life is too short and we should fuck now
I think I’m finna break him, it’s gon’ be quick
He know I ride that dick ’til I get seasick
Wavy lil’ bitch to talk that east shit
Nasty but don’t put nothin’ past me
Now I got the pussy and the power if you ask me

[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me

NAV – Price On My Head Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Yeah, I pull up to my town with a price on my head
I pull up to my town, I’m outside
They wanna see me drown, it’s on sight’s what they said
I heard these niggas want to take my life
I don’t apologize, I would die for this shit
I don’t apologize, I don’t hide
I’m Kubrick with the shine, got the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on him

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead (When I’m dead)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
I cut off all my side hoes, in du Cap with a dime though
All these girls been ran through, on the low real snipe mode
I can’t sleep, that’s insomnia, so much ice like I’m Tonya
All my boys livin’ debt free, your squad like Wesley
I want head on a jet ski, she gave me head for a Fendi
For a Prada, she got sexy, for a Lambo or a Bentley
My mansion is no joke, house party like 1 OAK
Weed louder than gun smoke, get high off one toke
You beefin’ with yourself, tell the truth
Niggas on your side, they would ride for me too
Still wasting they time, tryna come for me too
I’m too busy, faded in Japan with the crew
With the crew, with the crew, with the crew
Shout out all the girls who’ve been riding for me too
Niggas want me dead, I’ve been dead, nothing new
Niggas want me dead, for a bag and a

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead

[Verse 3: NAV]
They tried to get me and they missed, if we send shots then they gon’ hit
I could get your top taken off for less than a quarter brick (Yeah)
One of my rings could get him off, we’ll check him off the list
My shooter a codeine addict, he’ll do it for a pint of Actavis
Since I met Cash, got a lot of racks, I still want more (Racks)
I can tell by the way you carry yourself, you never sold no dope (Dope)
Growin’ up, my mama beat my ass, then cleaned my mouth with soap (Soap)
Now she showin’ up to work in a Balenciaga coat
Price on my head, got your life ’round my neck
Put a brown kid in the Southside, racks and me is what you’ll get
My block was like the car wash, you drive in, you gon’ get wet
Had take a lot of losses, made me comfortable with death (Death)
Took too much Act’, had to pop a Xan to reset
His bitch gave me some top, and now he wanna send me threats
Live my best life, I know my opps just wanna see me dead
Took his life, I paid him double what they put on my head

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead (When I’m dead)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
Price on my head, got a price on my head (Price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed (Knife by my bed)
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead
I’m so paranoid, I’ma sleep when I’m dead

Poppy – Fashion After All Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m working every angle
My lipstick is a staple
My hair and makeup makes you envious and want to die
I’m worthy to some money
I’m saving every penny
I’m in Japan and Africa and I don’t need a guy
My wrists are terrorists
My lips gave you a kiss
My consciousness thinks this is making me feel fabulous

[Pre-Chorus]
Do what I want
Say what I want
Wear what I want
Talk how I want
Walk how I want
Do what I want
Wear what I want

[Chorus]
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
Fashion after all

[Verse 2]
Give me a second to think
Give me something cold to drink
Give me a reason I should listen to another word
I’m revolutionary
A little bold and scary
I’m making plans to save the world and I don’t need your help
I’m on another level
There’s nothing I can’t handle
I’m watching you watch me the way the devil watches angels

[Pre-Chorus]
Do what I want
Say what I want
Wear what I want
Talk how I want
Walk how I want
Do what I want
Wear what I want

[Chorus]
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
Fashion after all
(It’s fashion after all
Fashion after all
It’s fashion after all
It’s fashion after all)

88rising – JAPAN 88 Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, baby you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1: Verbal]
Tokyo that’s my town, listen now
What you doing, where’s ya man’s
See my gold, meet my people, see my phone
Got a line, from a girl, and it’s flavour
Where we going, Yakatory [?]
Lemon sour we devour, got my diamonds, got my furs
Gahman says, “let’s get lit, super lit, very, very lit”
Red red alert, paparazzi many trolls, following the way we roll
See my chain chain, it’s been cold
See my gang gang, see how deep we roll
Karaoke sang sang, till the early morn’
Don’t worry how I became a [?] chati
Now we talk about Ferraris (vroom)
And we make it look easy
P.K.C on his boys I know you see me, yah (see me)
And we me it look easy
Famous Dex, Keith Ape I know you see me

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man?)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Keith Ape]
In Japan, poppin’ xans, drink some [?]
Kill the shows and the cone and the grams
Baby girl, give me brain, heal my pain
I need dope, I need grams, I need M’s
I need more, I need grams, I need M’s
[Korean]
? in Jakarta
Louis Vuitton, duffle bag
’03 Nigo on my wrist
’03 Nigo on my fist
Bape stars on my fist
Spent a ticket on my feet

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

MadeinTYO – Funeral Lyrics

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Actually you was cool, for a minute
I thought that we was cool for a minute, we went to school for a minute
Yeah she [?] when I hit it, I admit it
I’m that good feeling, when yo head up in the ceiling
Rub yo shit when I hit it
Ye these bars ‘ould make you lift up
I’m in your stomach like a sit-up
Ice cream diamonds yeah, it just got my wrist up
5k Raf on your pants, with yo big butt

[Verse 2: MyNamePhin]
I had a [?] she tryna eat me like some feast
Wanna split me like a swisher but we only smoking backwoods I’m
Balling like [?], coloured hair ‘cos a leader she
Mad ‘cos I ain’t wanna kiss her now, she pop a xan and act but she listen
This money first you, trippin’ it so different on Twitter pitching the verse if you
Got a bag then come get it just thanks for nothing you suck ‘cos you
Swallowed and should of spit it and [?] chrome kitted my
Momma said go and get it ‘cos niggas be all frilly like really like
I don’t get it, how come these niggas be bluffing your
Bitch a [?]

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
TPC shit
I love the private club
If I let you borrow the flow you gotta bring it back though
I’m tryna ball like Kobe, yeah with the afro
I get that chicken then jog, run through the back though
Japan smoking eight, yeah uh purple grapes
I know you lost this side, she tryna troll the high
Posting weak shit, flexing, but she just need a ride
And we just hit, Neiman Marcus I just got the slides
Margiela ribs, yeah you busting out your thighs
Flat screen, yeah I need that shit real wide
Next house, I need the pool with the fucking slide
And I ain’t letting shit slide
TPC 2018

[Verse 4: MyNamePhin]
I got a cougar with a Ruger, she don’t even listen to my music
But it’s some’ about that ratchet, take her in the Gucci snatch it
Her eyes bigger than her closet and, my pride bigger than that I’m sorry ‘cos
Niggas be coppin’ gucci, and you thinking I’m next to do it
Girl you foolish what you talking, I got it [?]
You catch it like Randy Moss while I’m shroomy tripping get losty huh

Menssiah – B&M lyrics

I jus want bitches and money
I jus want rarris and honies
I jus want diamonds all on me
Bitch give me brain that make me go dummy
I just want bitches and money
Don’t care if your native or foreign
Just don’t be boring
Girl that Body I’ll explore it
Give head in the car then I’ll flore it

Fools good never gonna get you no wherever
But when you got the money then they start to stare
Girls never wanna talk to me or walk wit me until she started seeing sauce dripping off of me
To me I only see her as a decoy
To her she say I’m more or less a boy toy
Don’t need no relationship bitch you ain’t celebac all of my friends is dead presidents
Only bad bitches take precedence, I want that 4 story residence, pool in the back with the elegance, bitches on me nigga no longer celebac, I jus want money mountains no more testing it, no more student loans and please no mo stressing it, I jus want turn up and no more depressing shit, only real niggas be blasting this

The way she threw it ima have to do a rewind
Type of shit that make a nigga wanna make a b line
That ass go up and then it hit a quick decline
She said she thirsty and she want some me time
Ain’t from Japan but she calling me senpai
Dicking her down nigga thought it was hentai
Won’t cope no bitch cuz she only want guala
Wifing you up that’s a nada
I heard the devil wear prada
But this bitch got dolce gabbana
Plus she got pussy that’s fiya
Said she ain’t bad you a liar (skrt skrt)
Uk Pirelli the tire
Every nigga can’t deny it
B& M is what he striving
Gold in my teeth man I’m smiling

I jus want bitches and money
I jus want rarris and honies
I jus want diamonds all on me
Bad bitch give me brain that make me go dummy
I just want bitches and money
Don’t care if your native or foreign
Just don’t be boring
Girl that Body I’ll explore it
Give head in the car then I’ll flore it

Logic – Wassup Lyrics

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bitch I’m the one I consistently prove
I stuck to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can’t undo
And over the years all I did was improve (All I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off night, I left the doubts and now I’m alright
I’m a new me, they haven’t seen this shit
Like Vader wearing all white
Like I detonate
You hold it down, I levitate
I like a woman that’s all-natural
I give her good energy and let it reciprocate
A young nigga that’s tryna innovate
As many ways as Em and Jay did Renegade
You niggas hold up, don’t get no closer
I try and told ya’ bitch, we the closest
High powers chose us, we never froze up
You lucky if you get to see us close up (Straight)
‘Cause people depending on me like (Ugh)
Tryna put a hit out on me, nah (Ugh)
How many times that shit went? None!
So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it’s time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 2: Logic]
I’m finna tell it like it is
Game in a headlock like Stizz
Everybody know the deal
Yeah that boy, he keep it real
Higher than ever with no pill
I just updated my old deal
Told Def Jam no less than 20 mil’ And they cut that shit
Yeah, I been at it like “Wassup, bitch”
Put ya’ favorite rapper deep in a ditch
Ya’ favorite producer get murdered by 6ix
We touring the world from Japan to the six
Tryna get paid in full
Call me Syre, like Jaden, fool
Yeah, that’s the power of will (Woo!)
Yeah, that’s the power I feel!
I got so much in the bank
That I just called my lawyer to work on my will
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Ugh, I’m into Maryland, DC, Virginia
Where J. Cole he needed a ‘Ville
Don’t do this shit for the thrill
Ugh, I am coming for the kill
Tell me how you want it
Got the pedal to the metal
I’m a gunner like a semi-automatic
I’m bringin’ the static
I had it, I had to get a unhooked like an addict
And yeah, I’m glad that it went through the way it did
Never thought the radio would play the kid
They never care, till you make it big
Now they say triple platinum
Finger fuck the people said that never would happen
Came a long way from the trap
Where they was cookin’ up crack
I’m still here Rattpack, keep it real here
Big boy money, Uncle Phil here
Only “Fresh Prints” in my pocket
I came from nothin’ no hater can stop it
Only the illest
You know that I got it
Sound of the Logic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

Kanye West Makes Surprise Appearance with Kid Cudi at All-Star Concert

It was a G.O.O.D. Saturday for Kanye West and Kid Cudi fans, who were treated to a special performance from the duo at adidas’ 747 Warehouse St. event during NBA All-Star Weekend event in Los Angeles.

Dressed casually in shorts, an adidas sweatshirt, and hat, Yeezy surprised the crowd when he showed up on stage to introduce Cudder. “I just came out here with my homie, my brother,” he said. “I need y’all to make some noise for Kid Cudi.”

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The Lonely Stoner brought Yeezus back to the stage for a rendition of “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1,” which they performed together.

The joint performance fuels rumors of an upcoming Kanye-Cudi collaborative project, which they reportedly worked on in Japan last year. In November, the duo also performed “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1” in Chicago.

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Two years ago, the longtime friends feuded over a series of issues. Taking to Twitter, Cudder wrote: “Ye, Drake, whoever. These ni**as dont give a fuck about me. And they aint fuckin with me. Ni**as keep you close when they see how powerful you are by yourself. When they see your greatness. Out of fear.” Kanye replied: “Kid Cudi, don’t ever mention ‘Ye name. I birthed you…Respect the God!”

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However, both artists appeared to reconcile following individual health concerns. Cudi reportedly went to rehab, while West was treated for what’s been called a mental breakdown.

In addition to Kanye and Cudi, adidas’ two-day 747 Warehouse St. event featured performances from N.E.R.D, Lil Uzi Vert, Childish Gambino, 21 Savage, Playboi Carti, French Montana, and more.

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YouTube Suspends Advertising on Logan Paul’s Channel

We can probably all agree that Logan Paul is the worst. And thankfully, at least for the time being, he isn’t being paid for it.

YouTube just yanked all the ads off his channel after another disturbing, borderline psychopathic video surfaced on his account. In Paul’s most recent upload, he is filmed while tasing a dead rat. Just save all your “the rat’s already dead” banter, because if you can’t admit the kid is messed up then you have a problem, too.

The video streaming platform originally cut ties with Paul after he uploaded a deeply upsetting video from “Suicide Forest” in Japan and video taping someone that had apparently ended their own life. Now, he’s able to continue uploading videos but will not be making money off any ad revenue.

Many have demanded Logan Paul’s account be permanently banned, and if he keeps up this “recent pattern of behavior” that might be a very real possibility.

In response to Logan Paul’s recent pattern of behavior, we’ve temporarily suspended ads on his channels.

— YouTube Creators (@YTCreators) February 9, 2018

Source: Highsnobiety

Migos Feat. Gucci Mane – CC Lyrics

(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh?
Huncho, Gato

(Chorus: Quavo)
Bad b**ch know something (know something)
Give her that money, go blow something (blow it)
She want a rack til’ I pop something (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we having it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket
The pot look greasy
Suck me up, she please me
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a b**ch from bb (bb)
If she money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no ni**a (racks)
She keep up them bands with no ni**a (hey)

(Verse 1: Quavo)
She see blue faces, it’s no explanation (no no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (whoa yeah)
Told her just be patient, I’m gon’ make you famous
If yo’ ni**a want beef, treat it like it’s angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little bit of dick, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty girl, low-key classy
I gotta flip her (flip her)
I ain’t here for no pictures (nah)
Put Huncho in the middle (Huncho!)
Young ni**a popping them bands (woo)
Like Marshawn popping them Skittles (hey)
Young ni**a got a big green truck
Looking like Riddler Riddler
What b**ch name with the mean suck?
Damn, I can’t even remember (damn)
Money fall, yeah, timber (Timber!)
Ice on in the winter (ice)
Put the plug in the blender
Then, he showed up for dinner (that’s cold)

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 2: Gucci Mane)
I suppose, propose, to show off my rollie in rows
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
f**k the folks and the border patrol, coast guard, free all of the bros
We the goats, who want some smoke cuz’ we set all of the smokes
We got lows, my 66′ spokes, they look like dinner rolls
I hit my coupe, now it’s a centerfold
Multi-million, but I gigolo
My portfolio say I sold plenty coke
Wop!

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 3: Offset)
(Offset!)
Applying the pressure for mo’ millions
The bricks come from Japan and Korea
I done made 2.5 on my Nokia
He got kidnapped after that sh*t too real
Bad b**ch, she walking with Chanel on her feet
Litty got her titties done, now she on fleek
Plain Jane rolling with the bust AP
I make the thottie meet me at the grand marquee
Playing for keeps, gotta move it lowkey
She trying to f**k, she in heat
Yeah, she gotta f**k by the three (smashed)
Tip toeing back door and creep (back-do)
I don’t know no tricks, but I treat (trick)
I told her to suck with a beat
Put Emerald sets in my links
24 karat my sink

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
175 for the mink
Turn the housewife to a freak
And I got the ice on fleek
Chanel double down, CC
He’ll tell you, it’s a price on me (he’ll tell you)
Ran off, made your life on me
No gun, pull a knife on me
Back back, get your wife off me
On sight with me, my diamonds fight with me
Can’t clone, we on
Fly like drones, they biting me (rrrr)
A sight to see, this gas tank on E
North Pole, wrist on freeze
Wait til’ my dawg get free

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

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Dancehall Icon Diana King Got Married To Longtime Girlfriend

Legendary dancehall singer Diana King got married to her longtime girlfriend Mijanne Webster.

King is one of the most iconic female dancehall artists of all-time after breaking onto the scene in the early 1990s before breaking into the mainstream with hits like “I Say A Little Prayer” and “Shy Guy.” In 2012, she went public for the first time that she is a lesbian and while she received some backlash from some of her Jamaican fan base, she overwhelmingly received a lot of support from the vast majority of her fans.

Diana King and Mijanne has been dating since 2007 and only recently tied the knot. “As an artiste, who is LGBTQ, born and raised in Jamaica, I never thought I’d ever say ‘my wife’ in this lifetime,” the singer wrote on Instagram. “I am completely and sincerely grateful to all who fought and continue to fight worldwide for our deserved equality and human rights. My true personality is introverted and private, totally different from the me on stage. My hands are shaking as I write this post. For me, it is a sign that I am about to exercise courage because they shook like this when I came out in 2012. I am sharing this because I strongly believe visibility is vital for change and I’m gonna live it… authentically. I’s married now Celie! Love wins.”

“We woke up on Saturday morning and she said to me… ‘Babe, did you think that when we met in 2007, one day we woulda married??? After a short pause, I replied Yes… yes I did…’ I didn’t tell anybody I was getting married,” Mijanne wrote.

Diana King has been touring extensively in recent years despite not dropping any new music since 2011 when she released her last album, AgirLnaMeKING. Her debut album Tougher Than Love was released in 1995. The project peaked at No. 1 on the Billboard Reggae chart and 85 on the R&B chart. The album is also certified three times platinum in Japan and gold in the US.

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Willie The Kid & V Don – Blue Notes

[Intro:]
You wanna know what was happening
While you were living it up in Mali or Cali or Yahweh whatever it is
There was 15 murders the first week and 21 last week in this Goddamn city
You know decent people are gonna have to work here and live somewhere else
[By decent people you mean people who can afford to live somewhere else]
For Christ you are such a bleeding heart Liberal
[My heart bleeds a little for the underprivileged, yeah]
If I was at the field they’d be back in the war zone
[?] Hawaii
[Seemed pretty good until they ran in the sand and used to live with the crime rate statistics]
No what this city needs is more police than people

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! Yo yeah
Witness me making eclipse
Bake pies at red night escaping ma myth
Swore 4 plus 5 oracle bore gift
Plus explore your life show you how the lords spit
Since 79 held the spine order more clips
Worked with los Orvich try to build him a bridge
That shit collapsed with ma back fucking the ribs
Get blasted for looking all grand in front of ma crib
Sit back close your legs drown in the box
Pound up with 2 Glocks, dumb out with the Ox
The fluids out shoot it out till sundown with the cops
No running we [?] the world is mine on a yacht
Soon they probly find me like a body in a lot with blue suites behind me
With the shotty pulled cop
New suites in lobby and we value all flocks
Never recent quotes preaching for that Jack Iglesias
Told Torres like Papi Mase and catching cases but they cold
Employees know the faces who to stretch and who to fold
Get old eat off rap manifest all gold
Plots for more gold and Grey robbers playing dominoes
Got Raul put you in piece caplo waiting at ma home
So sick no pharmacist would enter the room
New York trip PA flab foot [?]
I’m off it playing in salon resting ma wound
Ma talk spit body outlined floating in June

[Chorus:]
Where am coming from [Yeah! bronze man]
I don’t really mean you no wrong [it’s Willie The Kid]
[Gun wu] I gotta keep moving on [Pull up a chair we here nigga]
I gotta Let you know where I’m coming from [TCP nigga, Ayo]
I don’t really mean you no wrong [we do it like this nigga]

[Verse 2:]
I said Um!
I said lagavulin nigga who you fooling
I’m never Jet lagged these dudes is Lorna Doones
The fly i’m in Dubai hitting sand dunes
Or in Japan on the bullet train Cancun
We used to use Cancun to balance off the sofa
Now we don’t touch the steering wheel Rover with the chauffeur
I’m in Muskegon Jet-skiing for the weekend
On the lake shore, told ma niggas make sure this time everything remain genuine
See ma end your windows continuing
Move like a bed wind
Breakfast in bed pop Spades no bentwisch a bad bitch wiska bisque
Yeah! Despite the madness i’m perfectly insane. Psycho-telepathic
Telepathy, rooms full of sneakers closets full of Jings
Bring Jackets on the bed fuck it I ain’t sleeping anyway
Jewels by the penny way I’m more than ready

[Chorus:]
Where am coming from [Yeah!]
I don’t really mean you no wrong
I gotta keep moving on [Pull some next shit]
I thought I had to know, where am coming from
I don’t really mean you no wrong
I gotta keep moving on

[Outro:]
Coming [x6]
[?]
Hey please excuse our little brother
Please forgive him
[Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, it’s alright his tan boxing is not bad he nearly beat me]

G-EAZY – The Plan lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this sh*t cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s sh*t you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t f*ck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I’m superman (ayy)
YSL on me, god damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean business
But I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This sh*t fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years this sh*t has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like “The f*ck you been doing?” (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like “who let you in?”
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This sh*t blap
She did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and sh*t
Ain’t gotta hide this sh*t
This sh*t’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this sh*t
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this sh*t (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South Beach
This is sh*t that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far
Don’t trap too hard
Bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like “Oh Sheesh!”

[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (you know?)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this sh*t got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

G-Eazy – The Plan

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this shit cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s shit you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t fuck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I’m superman (ayy)
YSL on me, god damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean business
But I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like "The fuck you been doing?" (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like "who let you in?"
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This shit blap
She did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and shit
Ain’t gotta hide this shit
This shit’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South Beach
This is shit that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far
Don’t trap too hard
Bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like "Oh Sheesh!"

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (you know?)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this shit got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

Yo Gotti – Around the World Lyrics

[Intro: Children Singing]
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la

[Chorus: Children & Yo Gotti]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my, where I’m from
Right back to the Crest
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my trap
Right back to my slums

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I just left Dubai
I just left Hawai’i
I just left, I just left NY
Headed to M-I-A, hey
I just left the bank
Headed to LA
I just left all my dogs a plate
Put ’em on a plane
Passport, I just left UK
Hustlin’ out the States
I got weight
Yah they call it freight
Hood call it yay, yay
I can prolly say that I ain’t never took the stand
My lil, Asian bitch she do my feet she from Japan (ayy)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Children]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Where you from Gotti (Gotti)
Why your hoes exotic (why)
Why your car foreign (skrt skrt)
What your jewelry doin’ [?]
What your fashion be
Bitch why you askin’ me (huh)
‘Cause you a drug dealer
Why you look like fashion week
This outfit a half a brick and they come from Milan
I can’t rock no skinnies, it won’t hold my gun
I got a Chinese bitch a Chinese Uzi
Say her favorite rapper Lil Uzi
Told her I’ma put her on to Lil Boosie
Introduce her to the gangsta music

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I been ’round the world
Rappers and their drug life
2Pac, Outlawz, yah this Thug Life

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Children]
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

[Outro: Yo Gotti & Children]
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
Lala la la lala la la la
I been ’round the world
Reppin’ where I’m from (where I’m from)
Right back to my hood
Right back to the slums
Right back to my hood
Right back to my gun
Right back to the Crest
Right back to my bunk

Bugle Ends Tour On A High Note & Premiers New Video

Three months after embarking on a tour of Europe, Japan and the United Kingdom, Reggae ambassador Bugle is happy to finally be back on home soil. The singer has been on the road since the end of May promoting his sophomore album ‘Be Yourself’ across the expanse of the continents.

Bugle concedes that the tour, which ended on a high note, was not without its challenges but was an overall success as the intended mission was accomplished.

“Being in a foreign land for any extended period of time will always present some level of challenges, especially from a cultural or dietary perspective. But thankfully years of being on the road have allowed us to adapt to these situations so we can remain steadfast on the mission of getting the music to the people and keep the Jamaica and Reggae banner flying high”.

Yielding positive results at almost every concert stop, Bugle said he was very thankful especially to the fans who braved the sometimes unpredictable weather conditions to show their support.

“People who have travelled to those regions of the world know that the weather is not like Jamaica it can be very unpredictable at times and to see a full house at almost every venue, I could not have asked for more from the fans.” he added.

Some of the major stops on the sojourn included Fukuoka, Sapporo, Okayama, Osaka, Tokushima in Japan. Hamburg, Hannover, Berlin, Paris, Prague, Bern, Zurich, Stockholm, Amsterdam, Vienna, Pfullendorf, Valencia and Helsinki in Europe and London, Manchester, Birmingham and Bristol in the United Kingdom.

Locally, Bugle has shifted his attention to amplifying the presence around his latest effort ‘Cherish Life’ a musical narrative spawning from a personal tragedy that saw the singer losing his brother, as well as close friend Kunte and more recently the near fatal encounter of famed sound system selector Nickomatic. The single is also accompanied by a video, which can be viewed, via the ‘Rasta Party’ hit-maker official Vevo account.

Moonshine Bandits – Burn Lyrics (feat. Big B)

MOONSHINE BANDITS
Burn Lyrics (feat. Big B)

Dance with the devil on a pale moon light
Car full of smoke with a jar full of shine
I put love in the club where there’s all black lights
I get love from the clubs where there’s all black bikes
Spend an over nighter paid my dues
The family full of shiners ain’t got nothing to prove
Cash in the stereo cocaine blues
See the blue lights flash but they won’t find booze
Finger on the highway I’m living wide open
Can’t [?] that you see me smokin’
Backroads buzzin cause they love me in the valley
Got me spreading like a wildfire burning up Cali

Let’s all ride, into the night
Cause we’re in your town
We gonna burn this building down
Let’s all ride, into the night
Cause we’re in your town
We gonna burn this building down
Let it burn

Fire fire watch this motherf**ker burn
So you want to talk shit get in line and wait your turn
Respect ain’t given it’s earned
You need to learn
I’m a roughneck that likes rough sex
Cash and big checks
Who grew up rocking oldschool hip hop and country in my tape deck
Cadillac [?]
What I’m riding on from Japan back to killer Cali
So operator operator 911
We about to burn the whole town down before we done
Rowdy rowdy ask somebody
Big B in the building and we came here to party

Keep the tie, keep the slacks
I’m wearing all black tall can and the [?]
Banging out to [?] let the mirror rattle back
The industry’s blurry I’m the answer to your cataracts
Back like a Chevy brand new lift
I got the old school cowboys bobbing to this
Riding on the white line clutching the fist
I got the old school outlaws bobbing to this
Came from the bottom with a brand new sound
I built what I got damn right I’m proud
There ain’t no grave that can hold me down
And there’s only one God that can judge me now

We gonna burn, we gonna burn
We gonna burn this building down

Souleye – Ease That lyrics

Artist: Souleye Title: Ease That Hook Ease that lean back roll me up that
Weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front and the back / Lean back
Ease that roll me up that weed sack / We we’ve them tracks that ride
Like Cadillac’s / Verse 1 I’ve been all around the world / And easy
To see that most people that I meet / Love blazing on them trees / I’ll
Find it in Fiji where no weed be / Or in Mendo where it’s in every home /
Grown out doors organic is my favorite type / But then again I like that
Indoor bud at night / Smoking sativa in the middle of the afternoon / Get
High motivate party on the move / Even my mom pack that bong / I’ve
Watched my dad smoke all day long / From the rich and the famous / To the
Poor and broke / They all love that dope / Government don’t know I know
My fourth amendment / Can’t search without a warrant / Hook Ease that
Lean back roll me up that weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front
And the back / Lean back ease that roll me up that weed sack / Wewe’ve
Them tracks that ride like Cadillac’s / Verse 2 Only the best when I’m
Smoking the Sess /
Hawaiian mist I’m on a mystical trip / Puffing an ounce of Kush on the
Couch / Purple urkle got me seeing double now / I’m going to Canada
Man, Japan or Amsterdam / No matter where I’m at I’m going to smoke a
Gram / Four-way endo sipping on that swiss miss / With Mr. Nice here’s
The pipe now hit this / Elevate let’s create everyone together now /
Let’s celebrate / take a break though / If you don’t puff the drow / I
Know there’s those / That don’t smoke so pass it to the left / You
Know how it goes / The rotation is ground breaking /

Audioslave – Doesn’t Remind Me

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie nor more than you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie nor more than you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won’t stir up the past
So discreetly
We won’t look back
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie nor more than you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything