Little Richard Lyrics

Little Richard Lyrics

"The Magic School Bus"

(from "The Magic School Bus" soundtrack)

[Ms. Frizzle:]

Seat belts, everyone!

[Arnold:]

Please, let this be a normal field trip

[Wanda:]

With the Friz?

[Kids:]

No way!

[Arnold:]

Oh!

Cruisin' on down Main Street

You're relaxed and feelin' good

Next thing that you know you're seein'

Octopus in the neighborhood!

Surfin' on a sound wave

Swingin' through the stars

Take a left at your intestine

Take your second right past Mars

On the magic school bus

Navigate a nostril

Climb on the magic school bus

Spank a plankton, too (Take That!)

On our magic school bus

Raft a river of lava

On the magic school bus

Such a fine thing to do!

So strap your bones right to the seat

Come on in and don't be shy

Come on

Just to make your day complete

You might get baked into a pie

On the magic school bus

Step inside it's a wilder ride!

Come on!

Ride on the magic school bus!

Taylor Swift Lyrics

Taylor Swift Lyrics

"Cruel Summer"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

Killing me slow, out the window

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

With you

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine

I'm not dying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times

We're not trying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

Oh, it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

With you

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)

And I scream, "For whatever it's worth

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

He looks up, grinning like a devil

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

With you

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)

And I scream, "For whatever it's worth

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

J.I.D Lyrics

J.I.D Lyrics

"Off Deez"

(feat. J. Cole)

[Intro:]

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

J.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit

ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

Please, please

[J.I.D:]

Get off my dick, get off my dick

.40 my hip, loadin' my clip

Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff

Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did

Edible, edible, got the munchies

But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship

But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip

Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit

Get off my dick, get off my dick

.40 my hip, loadin' my clip

Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff

Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did

Edible, edible, got the munchies

But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship

But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip

Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit (Whoa)

Okay, East Atlanta playboy

Don't got much to say, boy

Cradle to the grave, and it's been like that since a slave, boy

It ain't shit to pull up, pick the fucking tool up

Screaming hallelujah, pushing daisies and some tulips

(Hi guys, hi, hi, hi)

Itty bitty bitch, niggas in the city with it, pull up with a stick

Thirty with the dick

Seen you in a minute, nigga, put you in cement

Anybody get a nigga, anybody get

Shouts to the Chi, nigga poppin' this shit

Got the drop in your crib, in the spot where you live

If you talking that shit, nigga, stop it

I'm a God, I'm a king, I'm a giant

Nigga not trying, .40 my side

Eastside guy, but I been worldwide

D.I.Y, T.I.Y, I'ma try, I'ma die for what I believe in

We like to feast and I try to eat, edible meat

I am not an animal, a beast

Riding with the hammer on the seat (Oh)

Shotgun, shotgun, hand on my heat

Bad man, bad man, land of my freedom

Nigga get life, let the white folks be

Online beef, not my motif

.45 me, ta-ta, go sleep

Don't mind little old me, lil' OG

J.I.D, I came in on the boat, see

May I be the cold nigga with the most heat

Niggas know bro, you don't know me

[J.I.D (J. Cole):]

Get off my dick, get off my dick

.40 my hip, loadin' my clip

Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff

Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did

Edible, edible, got the munchies

But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship

But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip

Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit

Get off my dick, get off my dick

.40 my hip, loadin' my clip

Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff

Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did

Edible, edible, got the munchies

But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship (Hey)

But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip (Okay, okay)

Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit (Okay, okay, okay)

[J. Cole:]

Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)

Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)

Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)

Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)

Wet you like the hot tub (Whoa)

Clean up Aisle 7, damn somebody gettin' mopped up (Whoa)

Pull up on the block, eeny, meeny, miny, moe

You and every nigga that you know is getting popped

Fuckin' with a nigga, ass sitting in the box

Tryna sneak diss, then I'm pickin' up the Glock

I squeeze this, they be pickin' up the top

Styles, Sheek, Kiss, yeah, I'm pickin' all the locks

Pickin' on a nigga way bigger, then I got

Bigger than the nigga that was Kindergarten Cop

Terminator shit, I'm a robot

With the chrome .45 that most don't got

One false move, get your moto shot

Turn a nigga whip to a photo op

Click, click, click, and the flows don't stop

'Til I got more cream than Cold Stone got

Like a boatload, nigga I'ma float on top

'Til the grass don't grow and the wind don't blow

And the po-po don't kill niggas no more

I bought a thirty round extendo

If a nigga wanna duck, then I'm playing Duck Hunt

In real life, not on Nintendo

Looking out the window like Malcolm X with the rifle

Climb the steps up the Eiffel

Barely broke a bead of sweat, whoa

Many hope to be the best, oh

Cannot fuck with me for shit though

J.I.D the closest thing to me

C'est la vie, my vocal range putting

Blood stains on Notre Dame hoodies

Hello fiends, I bought novocaine plus dopamine

You can load your veins with the product I slang

Niggas gon' honor my name, boy, I'm a God in this game

Y'all niggas homonyms, sounding the same

Not in my lane so I can't complain

Me and Ben Frank got a damn good thing goin' on

Way more than a random fling

Cole and J.I.D with a tandem, niggas can't stand 'em

Got a new anthem, look at my whip

Slit on my wrist, suicide, suicide doors on my Phantom

[J.I.D (J. Cole):]

Get off my dick (get off my dick)

.40 my hip, loadin' my clip

Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff

Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did

Edible, edible, got the munchies

But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship

But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip

Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit

[Outro:]

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Whoa)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Whoa)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Whoa)

Get off my dick (Uh)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Get off my)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Whoa)

Get off my dick (Yeah)

Get off my dick (Whoa)

Okay

Sucka!

Something special, J.I.D, Cole, Drama

Dreamville

ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

Lil Uzi Vert Lyrics

Lil Uzi Vert Lyrics

"New Patek"

Hmm

New Patek on my wrist, white diamonds them shits hit pink

Ight I'm ready

New Patek on my wrist (gang)

White diamonds them shits hit pink (gang, gang)

Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)

New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)

You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)

Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)

Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)

And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)

How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)

Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine

New Patek on my wrist

White diamonds them shits hit pink

Got cold, had to go get a mink

New finger ring sit like a sink

You a bad bitch, then we can link

Hit the shower, you might stink

Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh-uh)

And she said "Lil Uzi so great"

Ok, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)

Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)

Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)

Triple S got that extra grip (grip)

So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler made part of my wrist (wrist)

Franck Muller made part of my wrist (wrist)

Franck Muller made part of my wrist (wrist)

My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss

My shooter got 30 on his hip

Yeah I need my fix

Was that a pair of boots from Rick?

Had to tell that lil girl don't trip

Cool blood, but my money crip

Got clap on lights no flick

Can't take no pic, no flick (no cap)

Fuck that bitch in my new whip (skrr)

Her ass so fat can't fit

Her ass so fat it's amazing (amazing)

Her ass so fat it's a miracle (miracle)

Her last man money hysterical

She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio

I'm the same nigga bustin' their stereo

Yeah, My boys on the block selling O's, no cheerios

I don't wake up in the morning for cereal

Flip the brick make the whole shit do a aerial

Bang the shit out and make the hoes sing Ariel

Silencers so they really can not hear me though

Killing these beats Lil Uzi a serial

Clean up the body prepare for the burial

Burberry pants I got Burberry tennis shoes

I got the swag probably, I'ma finish you

I am a octopus I cannot breath without water

So I put diamonds on my tentacles

How is you stoppin' us, they is not toppin' us

You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos

Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya

Put money on my head just for your album bruh

Tell me lil boy if it's beef I get to choppin' shit up like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus

My chain white gold your shit look like copper bruh

MCM yeah that shit made of ostrich bruh

But I don't wear that, give that to my hoes

Yeah I swear that lil nigga my clone

I had to do this shit all on my own

Yeah, slime shit lil baby, put diamonds in my nose

New Patek on my wrist (gang)

White diamonds them shits hit pink (gang, gang)

Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)

New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)

You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)

Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)

Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)

And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)

How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)

Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)

Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)

Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)

Triple S got that extra grip (grip)

So you know I cannot slip

Franck Muller made part of my wrist

Franck Muller made part of my wrist

New Rollie made a part of my wrist

AP made part of my wrist

New Richard on my wrist

Got a millie down sellin' my bank

New Patek on my wrist (gang)

White diamonds them shits hit pink (gang, gang)

Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)

New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)

You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)

Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)

Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)

And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)

How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)

Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto

Put metal in my nose like Pain

Man, I never saw this bitch before

How the fuck she know my name

She said "Lil Uzi, Hello"

I looked at her, "Oh, hey" (Hello?)

You ain't never seen pastry dough, well lil bitch I got cake

Gettin' money, I'm the man

Gettin' money had to count the advance

Saint Laurent all on my shoes they not Vans

Need a fan, in case a nigga get hot

Remember she ain't want me back, I was popped

On the block back before I had locks

Red dot for a chicken eat pop

MC told the bitch give me cop

Motorcycle days, bitch young jock

That's what I call her, she all on my top

Rapstar or do he sell rock?

He got files so he beatin' the trial

Couple racks let them niggas run wild

Super filthy man they livin' so foul

I got some real niggas that is locked up

Tryna shade the bar just for the foul

All my bitches want me to take a foul

Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns

He get money, then I had to say how?

New rug, and it's made of wolf

New rabbit yeah I use as a towel

Lil bitch, yeah I run through the city

Different spots in it just like a cow

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a mansion, no house

Yeah, my closet yeah that shit got a house

Four years, I ain't even see a mouse

Please stop talking bitch put dick in your mouth

We get money, what the fuck is a drought

Makin' rain 'cause I'm up in the clouds

Had to tell that lil bitch get from around

'Cause that little bitch be fuckin' with clowns

Let's go, let's go, had to tell that lil bitch, yeah let's go

Yeah, that lil nigga stole my swag, and he's tryna steal my flow

I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone

I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go

I put hundreds in my safe (ayy)

I throw twenties in her face

I put the M in a J (ayy)

I got a bae in the bay (ayy)

I fucked on that nigga little bitch that's the reason he tryna' say that I'm gay (ayy)

Way more coochie the kid slay (ayy)

I sell a mil in a day (ayy)

All of my bitches they grade A

I do not get it in Canada, but when I'm in Toronto they treat me like Drake

This a light jet, this a flight day

Had that lil bitch that's on Myspace

I can feel this shit in my veins

Look at my neck thats an ice tray

Come on tell me, what you sayin'

(what you sayin', what you sayin', what you sayin')

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)

Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)

Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)

Triple S got that extra grip (grip)

(Oh yeah)

Franck Muller made part of my wrist

Franck Muller made part of my wrist

New Rollie made part of my wrist

AP made a part of my wrist

New Richard on my wrist

Got a millie down sellin' my bank

New Patek on my wrist

White diamonds them shits hit pink

Got cold, had to go get a mink

New finger ring sit like a sink

You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)

Hit the shower, you might stink

Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)

And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)

How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)

Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto

Put metal in my nose like Pain

Man, I never saw this bitch before

How the fuck she know my name

She said "Lil Uzi, Hello"

I looked at her, "Oh, hey"

You ain't never seen pastry dough, well lil bitch I got cake (ayy)

Gettin' money, I'm the man

Gettin' money had to count the advance

Saint Laurent all on my shoes they not Vans

Need a fan, in case a nigga get hot

Remember she ain't want me back, I was popped

On the block back before I had locks

Red dot for a chicken eat pop

MC told the bitch

Yeah, that's it

Twenty One Pilots Lyrics

Twenty One Pilots Lyrics

"Message Man"

Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!

Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!

No no no no no no (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)

A loser hides behind a mask of my disguise,

And who I am today is worse than other times,

You don't know what I've done, I'm wanted and on the run.

I'm wanted and on the run.

So I'm taking this moment to live in the future

Release me from the present,

I'm obsessing all these questions,

Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,

Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,

These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.

Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!

Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!

No no no no no no (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!)

You don't know my brain the way you know my name,

You don't know my heart the way you know my face,

You don't know what I've done, I'm wanted and on the run.

I'm wanted and on the run.

So I'm taking this moment to live in the future

Release me from the present,

I'm obsessing all these questions,

Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,

Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,

These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.

My people singing

My people singing

Hope you're dead

'Cause how could you sleep at a time like this,

People, they rhyme like this,

We're all impressed by this,

They rip it, flip it,

But these are just triplets,

Wrote this in three minutes, three words to a line,

It's just poetry divided.

I'm the kind of guy

Who takes every moment he knows he confided in music to use it

For others to use it,

You're dead

'Cause how could you sleep at a time like this.

Life is up here, but you comment below,

And the comments will always become common motivation to promote

Your show's next episode,

So your brain knows to keep going even though hope is far from this moment,

But you and I know it gets better when morning finally rears its head.

Together we're losers,

Remember the future,

Remember the morning is when night is dead.

Release me from the present,

I'm obsessing all these questions,

Why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session,

Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,

These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.

Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man,

These lyrics aren't for everyone, only few understand.

My people singing

My people singing

My people singing

Hobo Johnson Lyrics

Hobo Johnson Lyrics

"Peach Scone"

Ohh, listen up

Young man, there's a-- there's a young man, he writes stories

He's a writer, a little writer boy

He falls in love with a girl, girl already has a boyfriend

She kinda loves him back, but not really

They're just really good friends, and that's fine

He understands, it's rational

Hi. What's your name? How are you? How's your life?

Oh, you got a man? Are you in love? If so, what type?

Is it just platonic, strictly just as friends

Or the type that ties you two together 'til tomorrow's end?

If it is, disregard every time I call you pretty

Though it's meant sincerely, it's just my imagination drifting

Brush me off like the dirt on Jay-Z's shoulders

So I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart

Or at least your spare time

And I love the thought of being with you

Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone

Hey, the second one's way sadder than the first one

But I don't know

I love the thought of being with you

Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone

The second one's way sadder than the first one

But I don't know

We should go and get a friggin' cup of coffee

And I'll act friendly and I won't pull any stunts

But I'm a little stunt puller from birth

So I don't know what to tell you

If I try to confess my love for

Scones

I just wanna say something real quick, please shh, listen

I love

These scones

Just the diversity between the selection they have here

The blueberry, the raspberry, strawberry, pumpkin

Even which is basically a friggin' squash

How they gonna make a scone out of a freaking squash?

Ohh, wow, wow

That shit blows my mind

That's Elon Musk just in his little lab cooking up, baby

But what were you talking about?

Oh yeah, your boyfriend made you mad the other day?

What was he saying? Oh, what do I think? Hmm

He was being mean at that part-- point?

But I'm sure he's gonna turn around at some... point, as well

And

I love the thought of being with you

Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone

The second one's way sadder than the first one

But I don't know

I love the thought of being with you, woah, woah, woah

Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone

Shit, I love being-- I love being loved, but

Don't like crying on the phone

Hi, wassup?

Yeah, what's going on?

Oh yeah, she told me a lot about you, yeah, uh-huh

It's so great you're doing all of those things

You should keep doing all of them I think

Oh yeah, my name's Hobo Johnson

People like to say I'm a rapper, I'm actually not

I produced this myself, I'm hella fucking proud of it

But yeah, she like-- she's so nice

She was so nice and cared about me, no one else did

Literally, I don't think I've ever felt love before that

She's a peach

Scone

She's a peach scone, yes

And

And, I love the thought of being with her

I just really hope that she doesn't get hurt, y'know?

They say it takes two years to come back down to earth

From that lovely place that you've been, I heard it's so nice

Good for you guys, I'm-- I'm glad

(Being so alone)

And if you find someone who loves you for who you are

Keep loving 'em, man

'Cause that shit happens like, once in a lifetime, y'know?

And who am I to get in the way of someone living their lifetime Y'know?

And I hope you're doing really well, I haven't talked to you in a while

But uh, I found someone else who really loves me for who I am

But I don't call them enough, and that's why they moved away

I'm gonna call them right now, she wants me to call her

Okay Bye

Hugh Jackman Lyrics

Hugh Jackman Lyrics

"From Now On"

(from "The Greatest Showman" soundtrack)

[P.T. Barnum:]

I saw the sun begin to dim

And felt that winter wind

Blow cold

A man learns who is there for him

When the glitter fades and the walls won't hold

'Cause from that rubble what remains

Can only be what's true

If all was lost

There's more I gained

'Cause it led me back to you

From now on

These eyes will not be blinded by the lights

From now on

What's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight

Tonight

Let this promise in me start

Like an anthem in my heart

From now on

From now on

I drank champagne with kings and queens

The politicians praised my name

But those were someone else's dreams

The pitfalls of the man I became

For years and years

I chased their cheers

A crazy speed of always needing more

But when I stop

And see you here

I remember who all this was for

And from now on

These eyes will not be blinded by the lights

From now on

What's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight

It starts tonight

And let this promise in me start

Like an anthem in my heart

From now on

From now on

From now on

[Oddities:]

And we will come back home

And we will come back home

Home again!

And we will come back home

And we will come back home

Home again!

And we will come back home

And we will come back home

Home again!

[P.T. Barnum:]

From now on!

[Oddities:]

And we will come back home

And we will come back home

Home again!

And we will come back home

From now on!

And we will come back home

From now on!

Home again!

And we will come back home

From now on!

And we will come back home

From now on!

[P.T. Barnum:]

Yes!

[Oddities:]

Home again!

And we will come back home

From now on!

And we will come back home

From now on!

Home again!

[Oddities:]

From now on

[P.T. Barnum:]

These eyes will not be blinded by the lights

[Oddities:]

From now on

[P.T. Barnum:]

What's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight

It starts tonight

Let this promise in me start

Like an anthem in my heart

[Oddities:]

From now on

[P.T. Barnum:]

From now on

From now on

From now on

[Oddities:]

And we will come back home

And we will come back home

Home again!

And we will come back home

And we will come back home

Home again!

And we will come back home

And we will come back home

Home again!

From now on

From now on

Home again!

From now on

From now on

Home again!