The Regrettes – Monday

The Regrettes

Monday


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Author:

Nara Schneider

Published:
Sep 27, 2021

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193

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Sounds like:

Olivia Rodrigo,
Beabadoobee,
Weezer

Tags:

indie pop
,
weezer
,
rock pop

Why do we like this?

The Regrettes are a four-piece band from LA whose recent single “Monday” affirms their genre evolution from their punk rock debut, Feel Your Feelings Fool!, to their softer, sophomore record How Do You Love? that is slightly more pop. This shift was concisely categorized in a blog post by Up All Afternoon, Kyle Anderson states:

There’s a trend from the ‘90s that my old buddy Zack used to describe as the “hard jangle,” which describes the sound of a certain type of alternative-adjacent pop band. Though many of these bands had punk roots and shambolic histories, they bent their sound toward cascading melodies and a cleanliness in their guitar sound with just the right amount of crunch.

Their new track “Monday” fits comfortably into the notion of ‘hard jangle’ with a skillfully executed, easily digested rock-influenced pop song. The song’s music video certainly adds a layer of meaning to the track, focusing on the lyrics which cover anxiety and insecurity.




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Drakeo The Ruler – Ingleweird Lyrics

[Verse]
Niggas ain’t gettin no money
Man this shit gettin ingleweird
I ain’t f*ckin’ with these niggas
Nigga I’m the don, turn the whole Cali against you
Tie a nigga up, he hang over, you be black [?]
Hunnid out the chop, try to box, he’ll get whacked up
Bruce Lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out
He’s a cult member, hang him up like a coat then
Jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin’
The ruler I’m the don, niggas know that im a foolie
It’s Forgis on the Dawn, only poor people buy Rucci
In eight months for beatin’ life, I got a million for [?]
Talibans and they blood huntin’, spinnin’ with his koufi
Shoot somethin’, thеy don’t even be outsidе for me to do nothin’
I’m wearin’ two kilos, get him whacked for a c-note
Think I’m Weezy F. Baby, Ice Cream and Go DJ
The fireman I burnt him, we ain’t tryna hit him [?]
When we pull up to them trenches with them foolies
Turnin’ party gang members into witnesses who man is this? foreal
How you join a gang when you 25?
Drakeo do they know with you it’s do or die?
And when you fry all yo’ opps make it supersized
I think this nigga mad ’cause my jeweler Rami
They let me in the club when my toolie hot
Stone a nigga quick I medusafied him

Get down, thirty three shots Scotty pip out
Spin laps, turn the suburbs of Inglewood to a gym factory
Just dance, Brian [?] here, p*ssy nigga jump man
The stinc team run LA, you gotta come better
Please take yo’ hollow chains back to your one jeweler
It’s time to set the play up I’m a punt kicker
No name niggas always wanna be a part of somethin’
Since niggas want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hunnid
Know a lot of niggas told in Inglewood, ya’ll condone snitchin’
I just dropped fifty on a blind nigga he ain’t see it comin’
Keep the homie name out yo’ mouth or white sheets be covered
Blow a nigga toppins’ off of bread, it’s a pizza party
Niggas cold as f*ck even with a boosie feature
Bygones be bygones, that wouldn’t even do for jesus
Niggas sweet as buttercups turn his ass to reeses pieces
Left a massacre at Neimans, If a pile was left than clean it
You can take it how you want to, receive it I’m a demon
Inglewood niggas weenies, I’ma felon, you a preacher
Talk to me, I was poppin’ ‘fore I had the Drake feature
Shout Aubrey that’s my nigga, realer than a lot of niggas
Don’t run up on me with my jewelry I be quick to pop a nigga
Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me
Uh shit

Harrison Brome – Coconut Cream

Harrison Brome

Coconut Cream


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Author:

Jami Selikow

Published:
Aug 24, 2021

Total plays:

236

Saved:
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Sounds like:

Tame Impala,
Anderson.Paak,
Mac DeMarco

Tags:

indie pop
,
male vocalist
,
psychedelic pop

Why do we like this?

Cooler than coconut on ice, Harrison Brome’s “Coconut Cream” is a current take on path-most-taken — moving to LA.

Speaking to the track, Brome explains:

“‘Coconut Cream’ walks you through my relationship with Los Angeles. When I wrote the song, it was when I first started to enjoy staying in LA. It usually takes me a couple of visits to get a feel for a place, and I wanted to write a song about my experience there.”

The laidback vocal performance oozes confidence peppered with grit while the melody can get even the stiffest neck bopping along to it. With music proving integral to the artist’s life at a young age, this track is a technicolored display of passion that yields results. “Coconut Cream” marks Brome’s first single in two years and is available on all digital retailers.




Jami Selikow

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TOKiMONSTA – Naked (Ft. Channel Tres)

TOKiMONSTA

Naked (Ft. Channel Tres)


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Author:

Jami Selikow

Published:
Aug 05, 2021

Total plays:

174

Saved:
6 times

Sounds like:

Yaeji,
Flying Lotus,
Peggy Gou

Tags:

Electronic
,
indie electronic
,
tokimonsta

Why do we like this?

When you see TOKiMONSTA and Channel Tres collaborating on a track, it’s pretty much assured that the outcome will be good.

“Naked” works with disco-inspired synths, Chennel Tres’ vocals, and a whole lot of groove to bring the listener to a bumping, grinding state of dance. It’s a fun track that adds a little bit of fun to one’s day.

Previously, TOKiMONSTA released the single “Say Yes” alongside the announcement of tour dates, and now with the release of “Naked,” 2021 seems to be a nicely packed year for this LA producer and label boss.




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AQUILO – Out in LA

AQUILO

Out in LA


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Author:

Mikky Noire

Published:
Jun 30, 2021

Total plays:

157

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Sounds like:

Still Woozy,
Chet Faker,
Jungle

Tags:

indie pop
,
funk
,
electro

Why do we like this?

Fame Stop Moving The Houses

“Out in LA” is a self-reflective narrative within the ideals and corruptions of fame, built on top of a funky 70’s retro sound — sign me up!

So here’s what this song is all about — dissonance. I know it doesn’t sound like that, but the song itself is a very creatively written comment on the changes Aquillo had gone through after the huge success of their first two albums — Silhouettes and ii.

“Out in LA” takes a funk sound and layers it with a story all about the strange disassociation that happens when fame takes over…and it’s a home run! Not only is the music a bop to listen to, but under deeper inspection, it stands tall as a strong call for an independent identity in the overwhelming audio war that is music.

Also, the music video is super dope!




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Romeich Parties With Diddy While Shenseea Show off Her Cakes In Miami

While Romeich was partying with Diddy in Miami, Shenseea was flaunting her cakes.

Romeich Major stepped his game up significantly and he has Shenseea‘s success to thank for that. Romeich spent last night in Los Angeles rubbing shoulders with hip-hop mogul Diddy. He chronicled the special moment in a post on his Instagram page. The post features a video that shows Romeich standing just behind Diddy in what appears to be a crowded party venue.

His caption on the post reads, “Just to be in the presence of the great @diddy is such an amazing Dream to me because he is one of the musical genius and business icon that I look up to [prayer hand emojis].”

He continues, “I remember couple years ago I was making @shenseea meet so much people now this girl out here letting me meet all these international icons…See what hard work do? Let you live you Dreams #oneteamonedream.”

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Romeich is obviously proud of both his and Shenseea’s accomplishments this far and is enjoying the fruits of their labor. In a series of posts on his stories last night, Romeich indicated that he was partying in LA and had to take a covid test prior to entering the venue. He then posted a video of a swab being taken for the test. The producer also shared several clips of LA from the roof of the building where we presume the party was being held.

While Romeich was obviously awed to be in the presence of Diddy, not all his followers were equally impressed, if any at all.

One Instagram account commented on Romeich’s post saying, “Am I the only one not impressed when our Jamaican celebs are star stucked by other celebs??? I think I get the bigger picture but ion like the actual picture.”

Fans were quick to come to Romeich’s defense, arguing that there was nothing wrong with the picture or his celebration of being in the presence of great people.

One fan responded to the earlier fan’s comment saying, “I don’t think it’s star struck in this case. Being recognized or having the opportunity to meet top players in your industry especially on an international level makes you feel good / like you’re climbing and you’ll honestly feel the need to show gratitude and be grateful.”

Shenseea was partying at the same club with Romeich and Diddy although she was not visible in the video. She posted a pic on her Instagram showcasing her cakes and her outfit.

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Romeich, who started out as a designer, has expanded his empire to include many business ventures. He recently launched a new clothing line, Major by Romeich. He is also the Manager for several successful dancehall acts, including Shenseea, Teejay, and Ding Dong.

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Headie One – Edna Medley (Live at the BRIT Awards 2021) Lyrics

[Part I: “Know Better”]

[Intro: Headie One & Newsreader]
Some say it’s a symptom of societal failings–
It is a form of aggressive rap music known as drill
They should know better

[Part II: “Ain’t It Different”]

[Intro: Headie One & Lady Saw]
(Baby, are you up for this?)
Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh
(B-B-B-Baby, are you up for this?)

[Verse 1]
Ain’t it different? (One) I link my ting in LA
But I can’t fly to the States ‘cah I got too much convictions (Jheeze)
Apparently all I talk is prison, but I don’t know no different (No)
‘Cah I was in jail up north, runnin’ another coalition (Turn)
Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it
I put some roses where my wrist is
You ain’t ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits (Told me turm, ayy)
Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test (Piss test, s-s-s-suh)
Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast
Rollin’ with smoke on my jones
Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset (One)
I still can’t mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess (Princess)
I come a long way from broke days (Turn, turn)
I got to work and fixed it

[Chorus: Lady Saw & Headie One]
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain’t it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey & Headie One]
Ain’t it different?
Spent like ten years grindin’
Covered in diamonds, never been minin’
Came through, man’s still shinin’
‘Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack
And now I’m in Dubai, limin’
Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin’
The new whip’s white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin’
You can catch me in Central
Car so dumb, when I press this button, it’s gone, I don’t do rentals
Air 1’s fresher than menthol
I don’t wanna get ish lit, but the way that bro grip sticks ain’t gentle
Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs
Get corn stuck in your dental (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

[Chorus: Lady Saw, Headie One & AJ Tracey]
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain’t it different? Let’s go)
I am feeling hot tonight (Aight, aight-a)
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (How we comin’? Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Headie One & AJ Tracey]
Oi, Headie, what we sayin’?
Turn, turn, turn
It’s been a tough year (Facts)
But teamwork gets the dream workin’ (On God)
It’s only right that we show love to the key workers
I’m gassed up when I’m leavin’ the booth
And I rep for the kids, I don’t need an excuse
The government say “Eat out to help”
But won’t help Rashford when he’s feedin’ the yutes
What else can the drill yutes rap ’bout (What else?)
Apart from my worst days? (Facts)
You see me on stage but I was in jail three birthdays
Standin’ here at the BRITs, but we ain’t seen as British
We ain’t finished, we got more plaques for the critics

[Part III: “Princess Cuts”]

[Intro: Young T]
Woo, ayy
[Chorus: Young T, Young T & Bugsey]
Got twenty on my wrist, I’m going crazy
Canary princess cuts for my baby
Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey
Sippin’ LOUIS XIII, I’m with a Casey
I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list
Bust case, was no witness
A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish
Shorty, you need assistance

[Verse 1: Headie One, Bugsey & Young T]
My young boy got the stick like Moses with the Israelites (Uh)
Tellin’ them opp boys, “It’s on sight”
They ain’t outside, they stay inside
We can’t party if we can’t get the tray inside (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Shoe cocaine white, teeth Colgate white (Told me turn, ayy)
You know what it gets like, I just gotta step– (Told me turn)
Trackie and my sliders, I got beef that I still don’t let slide (What?)
All those double C’s, I got a Chanel side (What?)
I’m really blowin’ trees in the Middle East (Ayy)
Is you from the Philippines or Vietnamese? (Suh, s-s-s-suh, What?)
I don’t dance, but I can shake a leg (Told me turn)
I one-two step, Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

[Verse 2: Bugsey, Young T & Headie One]
Heard you want a shoulder you can cry on (Whoop)
Rely on (Ayy), and you hope that really is me
Blow chronic, my rose gold flourish
I hold no solace, sweet wet coochie on me (Turn, turn)
Boasy and my baby gorgeous
A likkle mortgage, I need them flawless
I lick my thumb and I’m runnin’ it through these commas
Louis orders, get me more of this

[Chorus: Young T, Young T & Bugsey]
Got twenty on my wrist, I’m going crazy
Canary princess cuts for my baby
Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey
Sippin’ LOUIS XIII, I’m with a Casey
I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list
Bust case, was no witness
A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish
Shorty, you need assistance
Shorty, you need assistance

[Outro: Headie One]
Steady, lit

Amor Amor – Pieces of Summer

Amor Amor

Pieces of Summer


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Author:

Stacy Klein

Published:
May 08, 2021

Total plays:

153

Saved:
7 times

Sounds like:

92elm,
NoMBe,
Serena Sun

Tags:

Electronic
,
indie pop
,
electronica

Why do we like this?

This track reminds me of those old-school MTV videos, where there was some pixelated, neon-colored sports car winding its way down a palm-tree-lined road along the ocean in Miami or LA. Remember those videos?

Staying home from school in the middle of Winter, watching those videos, and dreaming of Summer is what Amor Amor’s new track makes me think of. It’s free, cheerful, full of color and fun, and holds tight to that late 90’s/early 00’s vibe. Even the lyrics are fitting, focused on dancing and losing oneself to the music, as if a good beat could solve all your problems (oh, to be young and carefree with no debt.)

“Pieces of Summer” is nostalgic and full of sunshiney electronic warmth, and it’s a blanket I want to wrap around myself and hide in while the rain falls outside on a boring Sunday.




Stacy Klein

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Marc E. Bassy – Atmosphere Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You gon’ see my top back when I’m flying by in a 65
Ace of spades pulled up while I drive
Girl, that’s your sound, turn me up one more time
Ooh, I like that baby, let the top go down
Throw your hands up higher

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, you a Westside girl
When the sun goes down, make you come alive
Nothing left to do but smoke and drive
And I got this special feeling, put this in your life
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride

[Chorus]
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world’s on fire but we don’t care
And nothing left for us to feel
Yeah, it’s different in this atmosphere

[Verse 2]
One good thing about LA traffic whеn it hit that stop
You come over from the passеnger and you climb on top
And I feel like I’m Billie and you’re Gloria
And even at home, yeah, girl I’ma reach that spot

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I’m a Westside boy
I’ma drop that top every chance I got
Make a good view for the angels that we lost
And don’t never think that you’ll be forgot
But right now baby, this moment here is all we got

[Chorus]
So let the wind blow through your hair
The world’s on fire but we don’t care
And nothing left for us to feel
Yeah, it’s different in this atmosphere

[Bridge]
See the mirrors painted of the heroes lookin’ from the sky
LA baby, where you live, and you dream, and you die
Gotta get it, I got it, I got it, I got it, can’t lie, no, no
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride

[Chorus]
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world’s on fire but we don’t care
And nothing left for us to feel
Yeah, it’s different in this atmosphere

Young Dolph & Key Glock – Dummest & the Dummest Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Mondo done made another one)
(Sosa 808 got this beat knocking, nigga, ayy)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin’ (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin’ (That’s us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
Fucked her and her best friend, I’m just bein’ honest (Bitch)
I ain’t gon’ do it no more, baby, I’m sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
The dumbest and the dumbеst, got carrots like Bugs Bunny
Memphis nigga overpaid, you can call mе Mike Conley
I say I did it then I done it
Nigga, you can call me Donnie
Count my rizacks by the hunna and I put that on my momma (Bitch)
I do what I wanna (Hey)
I smoke good weed and got a darskin chick, just like Obama (For real though)
The white people they love me though, go ask Rosie O’Donnell (For real though)
Got six bad bitches in my bed, it look like Royal Rumble (Royal Rumble, Royal Rumble, oh)
I’m just havin’ fun wit’ it
Pulled up at the club then pulled out ’cause I couldn’t get my gun in it (What?)
All the bad bitches in my section, yours ain’t got none in it
Glock put Lambo doors on his truck, I’m like “Damn you won, nigga” (“How the hell you do that?”)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin’ (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin’ (That’s us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
Fucked her and her best friend, I’m just bein’ honest (Bitch)
I ain’t gon’ do it no more, babe, I’m sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah, I know that I’m a dummy but lately been goin’ dumber
Memphis nigga in LA, slammin’ bitches like I’m LeBron
Yep my bankroll is humongous, I do whatever I wanna
Yep, I ball, I flex, I dress the best, I’m the number one stunna
Bitch, I just made two commas (Yeah)
Just pulled up the yellow and red ‘Vette, Ronald McDonald (Uh)
Thirty shots up in my Glock, nigga, let’s Royal Rumble
Yeah, I’m all about my bread, baby, I need every comma
They love and hate me like Obama
The block is hot like a sauna
Yeah, I’m drunk in love with the money
Pockets stuffed, I’m stumblin’, yeah
I’m walkin’ with a wobble, pockets full of them blue hunnids (Racks)
Killers on the side, the other side, the back and front
But I still got my own gun

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Jumped up out the car, locked the door, left it runnin’ (Yeah)
Lamborghinis back to back, you know how we comin’ (That’s us)
While you was in a bitch ear, I was in her stomach (Ah)
Mmm-hmm, yeah, bitch the dumbest and the dumbest (Bitch)
Fucked her and her best friend, I’m just bein’ honest (Bitch)
I ain’t gon’ do it no more, baby, I’m sorry, I promise (Bitch)
I know I say this shit all the time but this time I promise (What you on?)
Yeah, we still on dumb shit, the dumbest and the dumbest

Sam Fischer & Demi Lovato – What Other People Say (R3HAB Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Demi Lovato]
Thought when I grew up, I would be the same
As the ones who gave me my last name
I would not give in, I would not partake
In the same old drugs everyone else takes

[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
I’m better than that, I’m better than that
I’m livin’ my life so I go to Heaven and never come back
But look where I’m at, look where I’m at
I’m livin’ the life that I said I wouldn’t and wanna go back

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
I used to call my mom every Sunday
So she knew her lovе wasn’t far away
But now I’m all fucked up out in LA
‘Cause I care morе about what other people say
I used to not take chances with God’s name
But it’s been so long since I last prayed
And now I’m all fucked up and my heart’s changed
‘Cause I care more about what other people say
And now I’m all fucked up and my heart’s changed
‘Cause I care more about what other people say

[Post-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
‘Cause I care more about what other people say

[Verse 2: Sam Fischer]
I wish I could shelter the boy I knew
From the constant hell I’d put him through
‘Cause I’m all grown up and I’m black and blue
I could use some tape, I could use some glue

[Pre-Chorus: Sam Fischer & Demi Lovato]
I’m better than that, I’m better than that
I should be livin’ my life so I go to Heaven and never come back

[Chorus: Sam Fischer & Demi Lovato]
I used to call my mom every Sunday
So she knew her love wasn’t far away
But now I’m all fucked up out in LA
‘Cause I care more about what other people say
I used to not take chances with God’s name
But it’s been so long since I last prayed
And now I’m all fucked up and my heart’s changed
‘Cause I care more about what other people say
And now I’m all fucked up and my heart’s changed
‘Cause I care more about what other people say

[Post-Chorus: Sam Fischer & Demi Lovato]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
‘Cause I care more about what other people say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
‘Cause I care more about what other people say

Mj0.6 – Angel’stears Lyrics

“There’s a saying
“Yesterday is history”
“Tomorrow is a mystery”
“But today is a gift”
“That is why it is called the present”
I been shell shocked why I’m distant
My heartbreak reminiscing
Through some hard nights (yea)
I’m still intact
It hurt my soul when I’m thinking back
Spin around opp block going tic for tac
It be days like dis why I’m missing spazz
I wonder do Angeles cry
Posted in my shadows where my angels lie
Still thinking bout how remmy died
D.O.A it was homicide
Tigger happy it was time to slide
Sliding through opp shit with my .9 concealed
Took one ours let’s show em how it feel
Ain’t no talking we just tryna kill

Lost a soldier to this battlefield
Reminiscing on your loss
It hit me on my best days
More than gang they was in my veins
Without them I don’t feel the same
(Yea)
2020 took a lot from me (but damn granny though)
Just touched down in LA
Got that call that you gone (It left heartbreak)
I been shell shocked why I’m distant
My heartbreak reminiscing
Through some hard nights (yea)
I’m still intact
It hurt my soul when I’m thinking back
Spin around opp block going tic for tac
It be days like dis why I’m missing spazz
I wonder do Angeles cry
Posted in my shadows where my angels lie
(Rip my beautiful grandmother)
(Miss you already)

Only The Family & Tee Grizzley – Chess Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Let’s set the pieces up
You want white or black?
White usually go first but
The black goin’ first today
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ayy

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
If this shit was chess, I would’ve been callin’ mate five moves ago
I’m a don in the Dawn, sippin’ Don Julio
Engine in the trunk but I’m in the hood
I know it’s scary, but pull up, you good
Niggas would’ve did something if they could and they can’t
Ayy, don’t kill that snake
Put it in a cage, feed the rats to it
My dick in my pants but somehow your bitch attached to it
When I’m in my city, push that bulletproof ‘Lac through it (Skrrt)
You can’t lack through it
Put your bitch ass in a Backwood (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Penthouse in LA, I got a mansion in the A (The A)
Barely slept in any one ’cause on that road is where I stay (I stay)
If you play you gotta lay, before I lay, I gotta pray (Amen)
Block O bring that back like Santa, in thе Brabus, not a sleigh (Skrr)
Hear them shots, you bеtter duck, that ain’t no Glock, he got a K (Boom)
That bitch seen my chain, she like, “Boy, you don’t rap, you sellin’ yay” (Yay)
Got a baddie on the side but I fuck her like my main (Main)
Bullets fucked ’em up, that boy can walk up right, he on a cane (Bah)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
This ain’t chess ’cause I had mate five moves ago
I’m a don in the Dawn, sippin’ Don Julio (Yeah)
Engine in the trunk but I’m in the hood
I know it’s scary, but pull up, you good
Niggas would’ve did something if they could and they can’t
Ayy, don’t kill that snake
Put it in a cage, feed the rats to it
My dick in my pants but somehow your bitch attached to it
When I’m in my city, push that bulletproof ‘Lac through it (Skrrt)
You can’t lack through it
Put your bitch ass in a Backwood (Buck)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Sippin’ Ace of Spade, I don’t drink it for the taste (Taste)
She gon’ see me with it, know I’m rich and I’m gon’ paint her face (Face)
Quit the games, niggas know I’m quick to fade (Bah)
He want gunplay, split his brain
By myself, I ain’t get the gang
Ayy, ayy, in the club, tucked (Tucked)
Oh, you tryna get rushed? (Tryna get rushed)
Throwin’ up signs we don’t fuck with, oh, you tryna get bust? (Tryna get bust)
Your bitch tryna get touched (Tryna get touched)
Yeah, she tryna get rubbed (She tryna get rubbed)
She don’t wanna make love (No)
That bitch tryna get fucked (Fucked)
Bitch, I don’t want you for sex (No)
You can just throw me the neck (Neck)
Enemies got swimming trunks on
You niggas for sure gettin’ wet (Bah)
Hey, it ain’t your move, your loss
Can’t walk in my shoes, they cost (They cost)
I get on my knees and talk (And talk)
To God, he cleaning me off (Amen)
You fuckin’ with me, you thought (You thought it), wrong, bitch (Bitch)
If you ain’t fuckin’ then don’t even talk, get on, bitch (Bitch)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
This ain’t chess ’cause I had mate five moves ago
I’m a don in the Dawn, sippin’ Don Julio (Don Julio)
Engine in the trunk but I’m in the hood
I know it’s scary, but pull up, you good
Niggas would’ve did something if they could and they can’t
Ayy, don’t kill that snake
Put it in a cage, feed the rats to it
My dick in my pants but somehow your bitch attached to it
When I’m in my city, push that bulletproof ‘Lac through it
You can’t lack through it
Put your bitch ass in a Backwood

[Outro: Tee Grizzley]
Condo in LA, I got a mansion in the A
Sippin’ Ace of Spade, I don’t drink it for the taste
She gon’ see me with it, know I’m rich and I’m gon’ paint her face
Condo in LA, I got a mansion in the A

James Arthur – Medicine. Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You’re my bulletproof vest when it’s getting dangerous
Always made me feel blessed for my guardian angel
You are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are

[Verse 2]
You put your body on mine when it’s sinking in
You’re the pain in my heart, it’s so heavenly
You are, you are, you are
The cure for all my scars

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like you
Could save me now
When I’m suicidal
Don’t let me spiral

[Chorus]
You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline
You kiss away the pain of all the hell I’ve been
I know you make me better than I’ve ever been
‘Cause you’re my medicine, you’re my medicine
You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline
You take the pain whenever I’m in hell again
I know you make me better than I’ve ever been
‘Cause you’re my medicine, you’re my medicine

[Verse 3]
You always say that you moved to LA, yeah
I’ll buy you a plane and I’ll fly you away
You are my hell and nowhere escape
Everything wanna be [?] today

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like you could save me now
I know I hurt you
I don’t deserve you, no no

[Chorus]
You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline
You kiss away the pain of all the hell I’ve been
You’re gonna make me better than I’ve ever been
‘Cause you’re my medicine, you’re my medicine
You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline
I’ll make you better than I’ve ever been
‘Cause you’re my medicine, you’re my medicine

[Bridge]
I love the way you look in that Balenciaga
One sip of you, I’m hooked, I wanna hit it harder
No drug can fill this scar, now I’m addicted you, oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline
You kiss away the pain of all the hell I’ve been (You make my heart)
You’re gonna make me better than I’ve ever been
‘Cause you’re my medicine, you’re my medicine
You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline (You make my heart)
You take the pain whenever I’m in hell again (Yeah)
‘Cause you’re my medicine, you’re my medicine (Better)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
‘Cause you’re my medicine, yeah, yeah
‘Cause you’re my medicine, oh

All Things Blue – Buddha & Penelope

All Things Blue

Buddha & Penelope


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Dylan Heneck

Published:
Dec 15, 2020

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Sounds like:

Blue Material,
Crumb

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alternative pop
,
bedroom pop

Why do we like this?

I often find it difficult to distinguish what differentiates one band from another, on paper. So, most reviews feature a bit about where they’re from and their names. For example, All Things Blue are an LA-based outfit, spearheaded by India Coombs. And that’s not really all that much to go on.

Sometimes there’s a deep story about how this latest album was an ode to the bassists overweight cat, and how the cat remains blissfully ignorant of the shackles society wants to constrain it with. It defiantly scratches litter over those all natural pellets. Yet, even that is a bit light on distinguishable factors about the band.

Other times though you’ll read the press release and capture a glimpse of who is behind the music, and that just makes you feel great, because they’re great, and you liked their song too. For instance:

Coombs said: “When I first moved to Los Angeles I met a houseless man named Buddha and his sweet pitbull Penelope. I saw them every Sunday for a few years and we came to know each other well. Having a relationship with someone so open and loving despite their circumstances created a deeper wonderment in my mind. It created a heartfelt realization of this morbid disparity between the rich and poor in cities such as LA. This song is an ode to people like Buddha and Penelope and how they deal with our shared reality.”

Yeah, so that’s pretty solid. Just like “Buddha & Penelope,” the song. I can’t recommend India and Jon’s debut album just yet, because I haven’t gotten through it, but this first single is top notch, so I’m sure it’s a hoot?




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Chappell Roan – Pink pony club

I know you wanted me to stay
But I can’t ignore the crazy visions of me in LA
And I heard that there’s a special place
Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day.

I’m having wicked dreams
Of leaving Tennessee [] Santa Monica
Is where it’s calling me
Will make my moma proud
It’s gonna cause a scene
She sees her baby girl
And, oh, she’s gonna scream.
God, what have you done?
You’re a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh, mama, I’m just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It’s where I belong down
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
The Pink pony Club.

I’m up, and diamonds are on the floor
Lovers in the bathroom, and a line outside the door
Black lights, and a mirror disco ball
Every night’s another reason why I left it all

I think my wicked dreams
Are here from Tennessee,
Oh, Santa Monica
You’ve been too good to me
Will make my mama proud
It’s gonna cause a scene
She sees her baby girl,
I know she’s gonna scream.

God, what have you done?
You’re a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh, mama, I’m just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It’s where I belong down
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
The Pink pony Club.

Don’t think I’ve left you all behind
Still love you and Tennessee, you’re always on my mind
And mama, every Saturday
I can hear your Southern drawl a thousand miles away, sayin’

God, what have you done?
You’re a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh, mama, I’m just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It’s where I belong down
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
I’m gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I’m gonna keep on dancing
At the Pink pony Club
The Pink pony Club.

Ethan Gruska – Short Film Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The picture starts with no music on a residential road
The camera pans to focus on a dimly lit, white 1930’s home
With a figure on the curtain at the shadow of a piano
From the street you faintly hear the song that he is barely singing out

[Chorus]
“When I was on my way down
On my way out
I was reaching
For you looked like an angel
You’re like an angel
You are barely there”

[Verse 2]
The movie ends
Slow motion aerial shots of LA
It wasn’t very good
At times the plot’s so boring that you’re sleeping
You never really care for any characters, at all
But as you leave you recognize the song that they’re reprising for the end

[Chorus]
“When I was on my down
On my way out
I was reaching
For you looked like an angel
You’re like an angel
You are barely there”

Che Ecru – Infamy Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I feel the pain, yeah, I feel everything
Yeah, I feel the pain, yeah, I feel everything
That won’t ever change, yeah, I feel everything
That won’t ever change, see my diamond rings?
I want time to change but I won’t ever change

[Verse 1]
So I’m smoked up with the gang
Smoked till I can’t feel now the world is lookin’ strange
Looked outside my house if somebody call my name
Lookin’ out my window like the sun finna melt me
Lookin’ for companionship not bitches taking selfies
Tryna play my part but at the end of the day it never helps me
Stressing ’bout the pussy ain’t get me paid, it just ain’t healthy
Oh, I ain’t have time for them problems if you see me stressing
If you see me losing, gotta learn me a lesson, yeah
I don’t really press ’em, yeah, I be so selective, yeah
Hit me in my DMs, what the f**k was you expecting, yeah

[Chorus]
I wanna know if you got some time and patience for me
Shorty I don’t but it’s only time that she spends for me
Saying we’re close is just infamy
Baby girl, you were meant for me
Baby girl, you were sent to me
Baby girl, it was meant to be

[Verse 2]
Don’t Facetime when your phone got no time, baby
Just ’cause we made love don’t mean that you were mine, baby
Oh, I’m all up in your mind, baby
I swear the lights in my city getting darker
And the days keep getting longer
And the pain keeps getting stronger
And every time I feel a way I be smoking through the pain
I got bitches who gon’ play, f**ked around and I got played
I got hoes from LA and I think all of ’em fake
I got plans to keep my girl, yeah, plans to keep my soul, yeah
X-ray vision these bitches, got this one thing I wanna know, baby

[Chorus]
I wanna know if you got some time and patience for me
Shorty I don’t but it’s only time that she spends for me
Saying we’re close is just infamy
Baby girl, you were meant for me
Baby girl, you were sent to me
Baby girl, it was meant to be
Saying we’re close is just infamy
Baby girl, you were meant for me
Baby girl, you were sent to me
Baby girl, it was meant to be

MEXICO Lyrics and Video Song – Karan Aujla

Karan Aujla!

Jamaa vi ni ego
Kadey forevigo
Kadey Mexico

Bande poore kill ni
Karde aan chill
Kade dekhde na bill ni

Karde aa kaare
Laine aa nazaare

Shehron baahr dere
LA hundi raat hunde Vegas savere

Gaddiyan ne kaim ni
Naddiyan ne fan ni
Piche piche line ni
Jatt nu taan jatt nu taan
Richie Rich kehn ni

Royal Music Gang!
J Lucky!
Deep Jandu!
Karan Aujla!
Ha ha ha

Baabe di aa mehar vairi sade rehnde aa
Taahion vairi sadde naal lade rehnde aa
Yaaran naal yaariyan da shonk jatt nu
Har vele jehde naal khade rehnde aa
Shonk vi pugaunde aa
Peg poora launde aa
Daaru peeke par ni khalara paayi da

Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da haan

Laini tu Ferrari GTR dass kehdi car
Gaddiyan na rakhan na kiraaye de utte
Jinne diyan shor navi gaddi rakhde
Unne paise laaye ne alloy de utte

Boht hadd bittiyan
Polish’an ni kittiyan
Sukh ya dukh jashan manayi da

Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da haan

Ho pair dharaan jithe landmine chaldi
Kade kade Rum kade Wine chaldi
Gaddi pichhe gaddiyan
Yaar pichhe naddiyan
Yaar pichhe naddiyan di line chaldi

Kitta ae grind saaf paani naalo mind
Yaar dillon poora kind
Hakk nahiyo khayi da

Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da
Vailpuna karaan velliyan de town’ch
Party karan Mexico jaayi da haan

Fortes – Float Through Walls Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Suicidal, my white life don’t matter, f**k you hoes made me go over data, bitches getting bitter but they also getting badder, mac daddy soprano if I want her I can have her, you want the spotlight I prefer the shadows, I was rich way before I ever had dough, when I ain’t have a penny to my name, almost famous, overdosed like Pennylane, never change, it’s embedded in my brain, I never could, I’ll forever be the same, I’m getting good, dealing better with the pain, me and SP in LA on every single strain

(Verse 2)
Life ain’t good I just appreciate it more, got perspective by sleeping on the floor, don’t ask me bout my vices and what they cost monthly, just meet the plug I had to drive cross country, I would never smoke with y’all, been with the Ghost so long now I can float through walls, I go through trees like I’m zip-lining, I always made beats, always been rhyming, everything is everything, intertwining, it’s gold to find the silver lining, shit on my mind and I try to ignore it, things I can’t say that’s why I record it, I would get a shrink if I could afford it, talking to a mic until five in the morning

Cook Thugless – Lost In LA Lyrics

Koi cola
(CHORUS)
Hey, hey
My friends are MIA, lost in LA
Hey, hey
I miss the city, can’t take the subway
I wish you were here, yeah
I wish you would hear me
I miss you so dearly now

Jack Blerry
(VERSE 1)
We’re on our shit
Triplets of rappers we digging right in
Bass is all cued, got Brian on flute
Got wolf in the stu and Jim recording
I just love how we live
We been out west- pop in real quick
Energy drinks been replacing hard liq
Still I knock out, 3 am we locked out
Wrapped up like gauze feeling like I’m tossed
Throws myself at all these chances
Still in my thoughts checking my inbox
Even though we’re not romancing
It’s either you and me or opportunity, yeah

Koi cola
(CHORUS)
Hey, hey
My friends are MIA, lost in LA
Hey, hey
I miss the city, can’t take the subway
I wish you were here, yeah
I wish you would hear me
I miss you so dearly now

Jean Louis
(VERSE 2)
I’m feeling like a spring day, (Oh!)
Mattress by the window pane
Fell asleep at 9 a.m
She was looking like a Sunday morning
Boujee ass, boujee ass bitch, champagne
Make stacks, like pancakes
Empty house in the pouring rain
With the sun she evaporates
Hey, hey friends all MIA
Lost in LA (lost in LA)
Looks like you’ve got somebody new
He seems pretty great (seems pretty great)
Hey, hey friends all MIA
Lost in LA (lost in LA)
Looks like you’ve got somebody new
He seems pretty great (seems pretty great)

Lajan Slim – Break It Down Lyrics

Intro:
I got the recipe
I just be rollin’ that dope up, I got the recipe
I’m booted up, I got the stick, need the recipe
I’m smokin’ on gas, you know, I got the recipe

Hook: x3
Break it down
Roll it up (gas)
Light it up
Take a puff (i’m on that loud)

Verse 1:
Exhaling that kush, call it Angela
Road to riches I got stamina
Out in New York an I’m blowin’ medicinal
Your favorite rapper is fictional
I cannot hear what you sayin’
Loud in the air keep the evil away
Bowin’ my head and I pray
Inhaling my blessings, she love how it tastes
Boy I’m from Broward I rep it
Kush got me high as the Jetsons
Watch me boot up in a second
Bottle of water I’m sweatin'(I’m rollin’ x3)
Know they all famous, they all in my section
Throw up the four, it decide what I’m reppin’
My brothers stick with them stones like it’s tetris
Inhale that kush and increasing my wellness
Yo homeboy is snitching
Yo people they tellin’
Who is you foolin, you niggas ain’t bailin’
Yo bitch my groupie, my thot, she my eater
She drop that neck after she hit my reefer
Slim

Hook: x3
Break it down
Roll it up (gas)
Light it up
Take a puff (i’m on that loud)

Verse: 2
Jacques tell me put my kush out at the airport
I’m already high what I’m here for
On OG got me up like a billboard
Sour D got me stuck like a clipboard
Hit the perc got me tilt like the eiffel tower
I stay high like Raymundo on Rocket Power
Know I’m healthy lajan inhaling garden flowers
You would thought that it gave me powers
I’m in LA by my lonely
It show me the fake and the Phony

Hook: x2
Break it down
Roll it up (gas)
Light it up
Take a puff (i’m on that loud)

Ramriddlz – Bodmon Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweet 16
Sweet 16

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife
Cause I beat it out the park
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Verse 1]
She want pipe then cuddlin’
Girl, I got the piece for your puzzle in
Now these hoes buzzing in
Cause I’m buzzing like bumble bee
Say I need to humble me
Who b- who believed in me
Me, AJ and Jeffery
We really are soaring for my Akhis struggling
Ain’t nothing changed
Ain’t nothing changed but my chain and my change
Girl what you saying? I’m still the same, I’m just in the game

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Post-Chorus]
I’m no saqajaan, but this Henny that I’m on got me hella sakran
I’m no modmon, but these drugs that I’m on, so I keep my shades on
(I’m a bodmon)
Girl I’m only twenty-one, I’m just tryna have some fun
(I’m a bodmon)
I’m MIA out in LA nobody knows where I stay

[Verse 2]
Baby I see you, sweet and spicy too
Girl the way you move, got me feeling you
The way she twists and turns like hulahoop
Got some things I wanna do to you
Show me what that booty do, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark
Shawty wanna be my wife (no way)
Cause I beat it out the park (José)
Smoking weed and staying high (high-igh)
Partying ’til after dark

[Post-Chorus]
I’m no saqajaan, but this Henny that I’m on got me hella sakran
I’m no modmon, but these drugs that I’m on, so I keep my shades on
(I’m a bodmon)
Girl I’m only twenty-one, I’m just tryna have some fun
(I’m a bodmon)

[Outro]
I play like bossa nova
I need my baby, come over
Rich bitch in a cocaine Range Rover
Salty when a Sweeterman slide through
With my clan when we ride through
She like me, but she wife’d you
Pussy fat and its tight too
Mami call me papi in Miami
My baby call me daddy out in Cali
(Quiero que sepas que soy tuya
Que sepas que me interesa)

Yo Gotti – Untrapped Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
These tears I cry sure won’t be the last (Ayy, rest in peace to Nip)
They will not be the last, no (Ayy, the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit)
‘Cause this pain inside (See, I feel even more trapped)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Where’d we start off? How’d we go wrong?
Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song
Niggas fighting over blocks that we don’t even own
Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I’m full time rapping
I wasn’t living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed a tear, he like, “Daddy, what happened?”
I’m like, “Daddy aight, but Daddy don’t know what’s gon’ happen”
Niggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinkin’ it’s cool
‘Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news
So the dope that you selling the dope that you use
Y’all made poppin’ pills cool, you niggas confused
I’m a true independent, you niggas should listen
Whether record label or not, I was investing my millions
I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently
If it ain’t real boss talk, nigga, watch how you mention me
Real estate, got a check, twenty mil on that
Thirty in the bank, I’m fifty off, I’m still at that
I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred Dracos with a hundred shots
But ’til I see that hundred mil’, I ain’t really did nothing, nigga
I ain’t impressed by a killer
I’m impressed by a hustler who’s taking care of his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in position to show ’em he love ’em

[Interlude]
‘Cause this pain inside (Ayy, you know I just moved to LA, right?)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by (So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself, damn)
So I thank you, said I thank you (Just got a call back home too, said shit ain’t lookin’ good)
Said I thank you (Just life)
For makin’ me a woman, oh

[Verse 2]
I just paid eight mil’ to the IRS
I don’t agree, but then again you can say I’m blessed
Late night, no sleep, you can say I’m stressed
Bruh called, say he fighting for his life, say less
Quarter mil’ to the lawyer, straight cash, no check
Never lied to my niggas, I’ma stand on that
I done cried to my niggas (Cried to my niggas)
‘Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats
I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality
I got a long way to go, for real, this shit baffling
Ninety mil’ on a crib and he not an athlete
If I don’t make it for my family, this shit gon’ be a tragedy
I’m tryna live life and make sure they proud of me
I give no energy to critics or niggas who doubted me
I’m a black-owned business owner, entrepreneur
We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer
Send a text to Meek (Yeah), told him move safe (Safe)
Send a text to Youngsta (Youngsta), I’m checking on your case
Send a text to Bagg (Bagg), boy, you’re on your way (You’re outta here)
Don’t get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
I sat down with Bloc (What up?), told him, “You’re young, but you gotta take this shit serious” (You gotta)
Life ’bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry (For real)
I just hope that they hearin’ me, I love these niggas dearly
They like, “Gotti, you changed,” yeah, I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches and no stones in the jewelry
FN on me, nigga, I’m securing security
I’m tryna get a hundred mil’, fuck facing a jury

[Outro]
(Said I thank you)
See, niggas think all this lil’ shit you doing cool (Said I thank you, for makin’ me a)
‘Til it’s you versus the motherfuckin’ federal government, nigga
Then what? (Said I thank you)
Then what you lil’ niggas gon’ do? (Said I thank you)
Start telling every motherfuckin’ thing you know, huh?
That ain’t a real nigga, that ain’t no gangster shit
All these niggas on Instagram posting they motherfuckin’ business and shit
Draco this, big sack that
And they gon’ be the first nigga to rat on a nigga, you know what I’m sayin’?
Whole social media shit the police, nigga
When you niggas gon’ wake up, nigga?
Nineteen, nigga still tellin’ on himself
Where they do that it?
This rich gangster shit forever
Fft, let me hear that
(These tears I cry sure won’t be the last
They will not be the last, no)

Sam Evian – Now I Feel It Lyrics

Something happened in my life
So sudden
I used to think I wouldn’t mind
The short time that I had
At night I’d fly down country roads and flip the lights off under the stars
My old truck couldn’t do much, but it could sure fly right through the dark

Moved to California back at 22
Thought that I could cut right through my bitter youth
Felt like some unwanted dog wandering ‘round in east LA
The sun beat down and burned me out
I lost myself, I lost the way
Looking back, I see it now, the emptiness that I couldn’t deal with

But now I feel it
A reason to live

When you came into my life
I went through changes
Suddenly I got the chills when I felt danger
Now I want to live out
And to feel what it’s like to have old love
Somehow you just spun me round
And showed me all the things that I forgot

And now I feel it
Now I feel it
A reason to live
Now I feel it
A reason to live

Tommy Swisher – Star Wars Lyrics

[Produced by Money Montage]

[Intro]
This beat make me feel like I’m in Star Wars
Hi Tommy Swisher

[Verse]
[?]
Which one would you choose
I’m good in the ‘Lou, in Atlanta too
I be in the Bay, we with Larry [?]
I’m out in LA eatin’ Spanish food
Told my momma please don’t even trip
This how I live, shit this how I move
Told my baby momma calm down
I do this for him, I do this for you
She ain’t wanna listen, f**k her too
When I get it we’ll be hella cool
This the life that I chose
I been tryna bag a couple O’s

[Hook]
I might end you with my life savior
God damn music such a life savior
You should listen cause it might save you
Pew-pew-pew, couldn’t save ’em
I might end you with my life savior
God damn music such a life savior
You should listen cause it might save you
Pew-pew-pew

Mae Muller – Leave It Out Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Nobody make a move, not until I say so (Ayy)
If you were in my shoes, couldn’t take the pressure (Ayy)
I’m too high for you, my heels too high for you (Oh, na, na, na, na, na)
Yeah, I’m just bopping through wearing my Jimmy Choos (Choos, Choos)
You say, “Give me a break”, take a long vacation
I’m just back from LA, boy, I’m suffocating
Won’t be jumping through any of your hoops (Of your hoops)
So let your drama loose on somebody new (Somebody new)

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain’t no sucker, don’t butter me up
No, that sugar don’t work, don’t try it
I ain’t your mother, I couldn’t care less
No I couldn’t care less

[Chorus]
So leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Hush your mou-ou-ou-ou-outh
‘Cause I don’t wanna give ya, all my time on neither
And I don’t wanna front but I feel like I don’t need ya
So leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Not trying to be mean, yeah, I know you catching feelings
I don’t wanna front, I’m just telling you you need to
Leave it out

[Verse 2]
That 9 to 5 ain’t me, I’m 24/7
I’m the first one on the scene and the last one leavin’
I’m a busy bee, busy makin’ P (Oh, I’m so busy)
No, you are not my G and never used to be (Nope)

[Pre-Chorus]
I ain’t no sucker, don’t butter me up
No, that sugar don’t work, don’t try it
I ain’t your mother, I couldn’t care less
No I couldn’t care less

[Chorus]
So leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Hush your mou-ou-ou-ou-outh
‘Cause I don’t wanna give ya, all my time on neither
And I don’t wanna front but I feel like I don’t need ya
So leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Not trying to be mean, yeah, I know you catching feelings
I don’t wanna front, I’m just telling you you need to
Leave it out

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
So leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Hush your mou-ou-ou-ou-outh
‘Cause I don’t wanna give ya, all my time on neither
And I don’t wanna front but I feel like I don’t need ya
So leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Leave it ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Not trying to be mean, yeah, I know you catching feelings
I don’t wanna front, I’m just telling you you need to
Leave it out

Luce Lutu – Seatown2LA Lyrics

{Pre-Chorus}
LA
Seatown to LA
LA
Seatown to LA
LA
Seatown to LA

Getting on this plane right now
Seatown 2 LA

{Verse 1: Luce Lutu}
There you stand, here I go
Don’t ever gas me up
My own light tells me when that gas is low
Dealt with too many thots zero trust to go
Put your problems in the air I light the dro
Play them wicked games you dealing with a pro
You don’t wanna see how far this leash can go

Can’t believe these games you been playing
And these things you be saying to me tonight

You better think twice about what I’m doing
And who I’m seeing when I’m flying red eye on that

{Chorus}
Seatown to LA
LA, LA
Seatown to LA
(Left my heart in the City)
LA
Seatown to LA

Getting on this plane right now
Seatown 2 LA

{Verse 2}
I touchdown in that 3-1-0
That plane liquor got us driven slow
Tell the driver to turn up the audio
Like Turtle bump that

See them lips got some intellect
And that tongue all on that bayonet
And girl yo booty real about to break the internet

I swear you always coming back
Your friends understanding that
And I see you on that, on that
IG scrollin’ see you getting hella likes

I said I understood why
To be honest
I like the way you move
Keep movin’

{Chorus}
Seatown to LA
LA, LA
Seatown to LA
(Left my heart in the City)
LA
Seatown to LA

Getting on this plane right now
Seatown 2 LA

{Verse 3: Luce Lutu}
Remember that time, we did it for the first time?
Remember that time, no dammit never mind
Naw remember that time, that first time up at the spot?
Damn girl you was hot, dressed like cop and watch that thang drop

And now I’m like t-t-t-touchin’ on you
Every way you put it baby
When I come around yeah we gon’ ride it now
I’ll call you my lady

When I come around you know we time it up then shut it down
And if you wanna take it, we can do this girl, how that sound?

She say I got it…

All day, that’s all day
That’s all day, that’s all day (ay)

That’s all day, that’s all day
Dayyy
That’s all day, she say I got that all day

Cory Wong – Juke On Jelly Lyrics (feat. Katis & Marti Fischer)

Oh my little jelly, get up on the telly
Oh my little jelly, get up on the telly

Every morning, something keeps you caught in your dreams
LA is calling, but you always hang up and leave
You’ve got everything that they want, in your own two feet
Right here in this beat
You’ve got everything that they need
You’re a magic jellybean

Ah oh, jelly
Shake ’em up and show it off and move (jelly)
You know what to do

Ah oh, jelly
Trust that in your toes you’ve got that groove (jelly)
That nobody can take a break

Oh my little jelly, get up on the telly
Oh my little jelly, get up on the telly

Stop your stalling, wondering “what if it was me?”
Bright lights are shining, but you always turn to leave
You’ve got everything that they want, in your own two feet
Right here in this beat
You’ve got everything that they need
You’re a magic jellybean

Ah oh, jelly
Shake ’em up and show it off and move (jelly)
You know what to do

Ah oh, jelly
Trust that in your toes you’ve got that groove (jelly)
That nobody can take a break

[Katis, spoken]
Hey, come in, come in!
What’s your name?

[Marti Fischer, spoken]
Ich bin Marti Fischer

[Katis, spoken]
Ok, and what are you gonna perform for us today?

[Marti Fischer, spoken]
Ich spiel’ nur ein bisschen Klavinet

[Katis, spoken]
Oh yeah, no, don’t be nervous

[Marti Fischer, spoken]
Ich bin noch nicht nervös!
Vielleicht ein bisschen aufgeregt

Ah ooh ah ooh

Oh, jelly
Shake ’em up and show it off, that move
You know what to do

Ah oh, jelly
Trust that in your toes you’ve got that groove (jelly)
That nobody can take a break (jelly)

Oh my little jelly, get up on the telly
Ah oh

Kelsea Ballerini – LA

[Official video LA]

I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
Off the plane, paint my face in the car, park my heart at the valet
I watch the sun sink down over Santa Monica Boulevard
when I’m lonely and I’m missin’ home
But other times I feel like my blood is runnin’ Cali

I’ve got some famous friends that I could call
But I don’t know if I’m cool enough
And what’s worse than spendin’ time alone
Is one of them not pickin’ up
It’s hard to grow and time to go
But some days I wanna stay
I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA

I wonder if I’ll get invited to the party
Yeah and if I do, will I go
If I go, will I know somebody
I’m on my third glass of wine
tryin’ to find conversation in a room with bigger names
But other days I’m lookin’ up the real estate

Confetti’s fallin’, friends are callin’, saw me on the TV
But if I let down my hair in the ocean air, will Tennessee be mad at me
Yeah I know it ain’t a one-way road
But sometimes it feels that way
I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA

Sometimes it feels like it’s all real but nothin’ here is as it seems
I ask myself does it feed my soul or my anxiety
Carpet’s red, ego’s fed, but it’s myself that I have to face
I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA

I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA
I’ve got a love and hate relationship with LA