Kodak Black – Roll In Peace (feat. XXXTentacion)



[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don’t even know what a pad is these days, ya know
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed, bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (fuck)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon’ ride for me, ayy

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London



Halsey – Bad At Love (On SNL) (Live)



Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it ’til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines
London girl with an attitude
We never told no one but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I
Always make the same mistakes ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades
Each time the feeling fades
I know that you’re afraid
I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feeling fades

You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh

Kodak Black – Free Cool (Pt. 2)

[Intro]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
That money gave him power and a bigger ego
I’m in a Thunderbird, I’m slidin’ wit’ my Desert Eagle

[Verse 1]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
Free my nigga Cool
My nigga, we tight like speedo
All my niggas goin’ fast, they gettin’ Rico
Free my nigga Jackboy we like Stitch and Lilo
I still be ridin’ wit’ fire, steering wheel on the right
I still be out of my mind, still be gettin’ real hype
I be on D’useé no lie, smokin’ on cherry pie
I promise I ain’t goin’, that’s that other guy
I ain’t take no shortcut, this shit ain’t come easy
Christian Louboutin is drippin’
When I step, I’m leakin’
Christian Louboutin, you would think I’m bleeding
They say that I’m next, don’t jinx me
Eat it up, baby, then drink me
I ain’t ever ask for nothing, my momma said "Don’t beg"
If you got it and I want it, then I’m on your head
My nigga been hidin’ lately, he think I want him dead
But I don’t want you to die, I want you to see me shine
I couldn’t make lemonade, so I made lemon-lime
Life gave me lemons, so I made lemon-lime
Kodak that nigga that green, Kodak that nigga that slime
That money done gave me power, money done turned me sour
I remember I was rockin’ Enyce, now I rock Givenchy
Run up on me, that’s risky
Run up on me, don’t tempt me
My tank on full, you empty
Smokin’ on gas like Wawa
Project Baby, got promethazine all in my baba
Free my nigga, flip with my nigga, flip a nigga like Kraby Patty
Flyin’ anywhere, my propellers be on aerobatics
All I know is rob, all I know is jack it
I ain’t ever had no job, I ain’t ever had no daddy
Dress it up, baby, like salad
Eat it up, baby, you nasty
Ain’t got no snacks in the cabinet, just some goddamn ratchets
Big Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’, ’cause that’s my goddamn twin
If Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’
Cardi B won, I won
My bitch said she want her hair done, part in the middle wit’ a bun
My bitch said she want her nails done, French tip, London
My bitch said she want her hair done, lace front, no bun
My bitch said she want her toes done, French tip, London
I don’t wanna see you cry, momma wipe yo’ eyes
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

[Outro]
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

Tekno – Only One

(Legendary Beatz)

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

Many girls can whine for me, only you I see
Amaka you are my fantasy, my indomie
My love, my love, my love, my love
You are my love, my love, my love, my love

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Oh, wataman no sure, slimdaddy say
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that
Loving, love the way you whine that

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
My baby girl you give me love
The one that I never seen before

Baby girl you do me, do me, do me
Baby girl you do me truly, truly
Say baby girl you give me more
My love that I never seen before

You are the only one for me
You are the only one for me
My girl you are the only one for me
You are the only one for me

London girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
Canadian girls come whine it for me, oh yeah (come whine it for me)
I say, London girls come whine it for me, oh (come whine it for me)
Caribbean girls come whine it, whine it, oh
Whine it, whine it, oh (come whine it for me)

My baby blow my parara…

CHARLI XCX – Unlock It lyrics

Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
(Beautiful)

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
Rollercoaster ride in the fast lane
Got the roof down
Kiss me hard in the rain
You got the candy colored eyes
Pink and gold chain
Million dollar babe
Whip it out, like I’m propane

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
You’re on my mind
I’m feeling kinda nervous, but I like it
Take my t-shirt off and do it right
You’re on my mind
The feeling, like an astronaut
Watchin’ the world all alone, just you and I
(Beautiful)

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Rollercoaster ride in the fast lane
Got the roof down
Kiss me hard in the pourin’ rain
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes
Know you feel the same
Million dollar babe
Trippin’ on it, like propane
(Beautiful)

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

[Verse 2: Kim Petras]
Caught in a liplock when we pitstop
Cosmic kiss tastes like cherry maraschino
Ride passenger seat, tropical heat
Eyes so red you could be my Valentino, yeah
If you want my, heart then don’t you drop it
(Want my heart then don’t you drop it)
I’m right here, right in your pocket
(I’m right here, right in your pocket)
Don’t you drop it, never stop it
(Never stop it)
If you want my love (my love), try to unlock it

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Rollercoaster ride in the fast lane
Got the roof down
Kiss me hard in the pourin’ rain
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes
Know you feel the same
Million dollar babe
Trippin’ on it, like propane
(Beautiful)

[Bridge: Jay Park]
Unlock the swag, Rae Sremmurd
Make you hit them high notes like you a tenor
Big appetite, girl you my dinner
I know they could do you but I could do it better
Bring me out to London, yeah (UK)
I can show you somethin’ yeah (somethin’)
Unlock your clothes off your body
Give you lovin’, yeah (let’s get it)
‘Cause that’s how we do (that’s how we do)
You wantin’ me too (wantin’ me too)
You [?] too
I’d like to be you
We not there yet, girl, but we on the way
We on the surfboard, yeah, we ridin’ waves
Let’s get it going girl, let’s andale
Let’s andale, sip this champagne

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?
Beautiful

[Outro: Charli XCX]
E-e-X-C-X, Charli
Unlock it, unlock it
Unlock it, unlock it
Unlock it, unlock it
Unlock it, uhh
Lock it, lock it, lock it, lock
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock it, lock
Unlock it
Lock it, lock it, lock it, lock it, lock it, lock it
Unlock it, unlock it
Lock it
Got the key can you unlock it?

Hanson – Finally It’s Christmas

It’s been said many ways
Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays
Don’t matter if you’re nine or ninety-eight
Everyone’s waiting for the chance to say

Finally it’s Christmas, yeah, feels good
Around this time of year
You can’t deny there’s something in the air
If you’re in London or in Santa Fe
You’ll hope for snow to fall on Christmas day
Finally it’s Christmas

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer

All of the plans are made
So tell your urgent caller it can wait
Just sit back and listen for the reindeer on the rooftop
Flying North Pole to Tulsa on a non-stop

I hear the church bells ring
The chorus welcoming the newborn king
Good will and love is what the savior brings
Now the world comes together and sings

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
Finally it’s Christmas

(Shake your Christmas bells)

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas day

Shake your Christmas bells

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
(Finally it’s Christmas)

Finally it’s Christmas

SiR – Something New (feat. Etta Bond)

[Verse 1: SiR]
I found another life in London, it’s true
I fell in love with the summer
Fell in love with you
You shine your light in the winter
I’ll miss the darkest view
Now it’s the perfect season
To swim the deepest blue

[Hook: SiR]
And if everything else falls apart
I still have you
If I can’t find my way back home
We’ll make something new
Something new

[Verse 2: Etta Bond]
Now we off, one another
It’s true
Something like no other
Tell me what would you do if she was me
Tell me how would you move if we’re afraid

[Hook: SiR & Etta Bond]
And if everything else falls apart
I still have you
If I can’t find my way back home
We’ll make something new
Something new

[Outro]
Welcome back…
Report
You have completed at least 7% of your journey
Another 33 trillion kilometers to go
Engines at 70%
Shields at 26%
Loading
Initiating hologram

Leon – Romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ona ima sve što želi
za nju nema nema granice
privatni avion u džepu milion
a nju to ne radi ne ne , ne ne

Ona glumi malog Boga
tu nema nema konkurencije
sve što ima cenu dobija u trenu
al ljubav nema ne ne , ne ne

Ko bomba si ti tempirana
raznosiš dižeš ko Al kaida
ne žališ život spremna na sve
polećemo veži se

[Refren]
Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
gde napamet ti padne
nek adrenalin krene
puca nam kroz vene
samo budi dobra
drži se za mene

(Pare pare
ona voli samo pare
pare pare)

Svako želi tvoje telo
a meni cela pripadaš
ko narkoman na belo
piroman na vrelo
sad navučen sam na tebe ja

Ona glumi malog Boga
tu nema nema konkurencije
sve što ima cenu dobija u trenu
al ljubav nema ne ne , ne ne

Ko bomba si ti tempirana
raznosiš dižeš ko Al kaida
ne žališ život spremna na sve
polećemo veži se

[Refren]
Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
gde napamet ti padne
nek adrenalin krene
puca nam kroz vene
samo budi dobra
drži se za mene

(Pare pare
ona voli samo pare
pare pare)

Gledaš me gledaš pogledom zlatnim
kažeš mi da sam prolazna stvar
juriš samo keš voliš samo pare
a ja sam hteo srce da ti dam

Da ti dam srce da ti dam
novu gajbu nov stan
šifru fejsa instagram
da ti dam da ti dam sve svoje
ti mi kažeš ne pali se

[Refren]
Ma vodim te odavde
ma idemo što dalje
London ili Pariz
nemoj sve da kvariš
reko sam ti da sam
dečko romantik

Ma vodim te odavde
gde napamet ti padne
nek adrenalin krene
puca nam kroz vene
samo budi dobra
drži se za mene

(Pare pare
ona voli samo pare
pare pare)

$teven Cannon – InXanity

Xanarchy
Hey

[Verse]
Really fuckin’ wonder why these bitches think I’m dumb
Bitch I’m too important, my account be lookin’ dumb
This extended clip is long, yeah I bang it, then I run
Nigga I be trappin’, oh my god, I got my home
Yea I pull up in the Masi, I get money, not no crumbs
My bitch is so important, she came straight from London
Yeah I’m on a cart, like when I’m shoppin’ for my mom
These niggas act like [?], these niggas Comic-Con
In the benzo pushin’ buttons, and it’s got me out my mind
I gotta watch my weight, because the lean’ll make me slide
Dog I got the pounds, I’m fuckin’ bitches off of Vine
And I know my wrist is sloppy, everything I got design
Don’t get too excited, you ain’t comin to my home
I barely understand, why my bitch leave me alone
There ain’t no other Steve, all these bitches want a clone
I’m higher than a kite, nah, I’m higher than a drone
Smoking haze, I’m in a daze
Chocolate paint, look like my face
These bitches chase, I did the race
Still caught a case, I did some days
Sent me to the state, feel like a maze
Done lost you mind, I don’t need a chase
I do xans, I don’t do percs
Hoe it ain’t the same
Sailor Moon I’m gettin’ [?], hoes from Ukraine
She a tame, this lyin’ bitch watch me run the game
In the bay, this xanarchy, bitch we don’t bang

[Bridge x2]
This time last year I was still gettin’ money
Ain’t shit changed, still got the thang on me
Got the 30-round clip holster stickin’ to my stomach
Just because I’m ridin’ hot, it dont mean a nigga dummy

[Outro x2]
Inxanity, inxanity
No I’m not your man to be
I got dark shit
Big shit like a manatee
You can send a band on me, I’ll take it
You can send a band on me, but I’ll take it bitch

Hanson – Finally It’s Christmas (Lyric Video)

It’s been said many ways
Feliz Navidad and Happy Holidays
Don’t matter if you’re nine or ninety-eight
Everyone’s waiting for the chance to say

Finally it’s Christmas, yeah, feels good
Around this time of year
You can’t deny there’s something in the air
If you’re in London or in Santa Fe
You’ll hope for snow to fall on Christmas day
Finally it’s Christmas

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer

All of the plans are made
So tell your urgent caller it can wait
Just sit back and listen for the reindeer on the rooftop
Flying North Pole to Tulsa on a non-stop

I hear the church bells ring
The chorus welcoming the newborn king
Good will and love is what the savior brings
Now the world comes together and sings

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Can’t you feel the Christmas time cheer
Finally it’s Christmas

(Shake your Christmas bells)

Don’t delay
Santa’s on his way
So get your stockings up
In time for Christmas day
Don’t dismay
Throw your cares away
It’s gonna be okay
Finally it’s Christmas day

Shake your Christmas bells

Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
Finally it’s Christmas
Feels like we’ve been waiting all year
(Finally it’s Christmas)

Finally it’s Christmas

Chronixx Calls For Buju Banton Concert Promoted By Government


If Chronixx has his way then the government would promote a massive concert for Buju Banton when he is released next year.

The young reggae act made a surprised performance at Dubwise in St. Andrew last weekend where he calls for the Jamaican government to support reggae music, as well as, to host a massive concert for Buju Banton. “It is the number one export in this country,” Chronixx said about reggae/dancehall music.

“It’s the only thing that we export all year round. The city of London invite me the city of Kingston neva invite me to do a show yet, enuh,” the singer added. “They don’t think it’s worth it to say we are going to put in our budget $20 million for Buju Banton and Sizzla to perform.”

Buju Banton is a legend in reggae and dancehall music after starting out his career doing hardcore dancehall and later transitioned into Jamaica’s more conscious musical art form. The Grammy-winning reggae singer is currently serving a 10 year prison sentence for drug trafficking and will be released from prison at the end of next year. Buju was convicted in 2011 for three counts of drug trafficking and filed numerous appeals which he lost.

Do you think that the Jamaican government should fund a Buju Banton benefit concert when he is released?

Ewan McGregor Kisses Mary Elizabeth Winstead After Secret Split With Wife of 22 Years

Ewan McGregor is reportedly separated from his wife and appears to be romantically involved with his Fargo co-star Mary Elizabeth Winstead.

Photos of the actor kissing a woman who appears to be the actress, who plays his lover on the show, were published by The Sun on Sunday. The British newspaper said the pics were taken at a restaurant in the posh London neighborhood of St. John’s Wood. E! News has confirmed the location.

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It quoted a fellow customer as saying, “They were deep in conversation and were there together for more than an hour. As they left she got on to the back of Ewan’s motorbike and they sped off together.”

Later on Sunday, People reported that McGregor and his wife Eve Mavrakis, split this past May after 22 years of marriage. That month, Winstead announced she has split from husband Riley Stearns after seven years of marriage. They have no children. McGregor and his wife are parents of four.

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McGregor, Mavrakis and Winstead have not commented.

McGregor’s wife is also a former co-star; they met on the set of the British crime series Kavanagh QC in 1995. 

Earlier this month, McGregor and Winstead were spotted together showing PDA at a hotel and spa in the English countryside, about two hours outside London, a source told E! News exclusively.

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The two arrived at the property in a helicopter, which landed on the front lawn, the source added.

—Additional reporting by Alli Rosenbloom

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Harry Styles Is Groped Onstage and Fans Condemn “Sexual Assault”

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An overzealous fan reached to grabHarry Styles‘ crotch as he performed onstage at the Hollywood Bowl on Saturday night, an incident that has spurred scores of others to express outrage at what they called a “sexual assault.”

The groping took place during the We Can Survive concert to benefit breast cancer awareness and was captured on camera by a few fans. Styles appeared disturbed and moved the person’s hand away, but continued his performance. He has not commented on the incident.

“Near the end of performing ‘Kiwi,’ like usual, Harry went to the very front of the stage to get the crowd extra excited. He got down onto his knees and was shaking his arms to the music with his eyes closed. A fan then reached out and touched his crotch. He very quickly got up and appeared to also shove their hand a little bit to remove them faster,” an eyewitness told Yahoo! Celebrity U.K. “You can tell it freaked him out a little because as he continued performing, he avoided the section that fan was standing in.”

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After videos were posted on social media, the hashtag #RespectHarry began trending on Twitter.

“If you grab someone’s dick without their consent, it’s sexual assault,” user @floralspark wrote. “Just because Harry’s a male doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the same right as women. You must be absolutely disgusting if you think him kneeling in front of you calls for that. I’m disgusted. #respectharry.”

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“I’m in tears,” wrote user @Happily_Larry_. “Harry has created such a safe space for everyone, and this is how he’s repaid? Sexual assault? I just… #RespectHarry.”

The incident took place amid recent renewed discussion on social media about sexual assault and harassment, inspired by the more than 50 women who have spoken out about alleged sexual misconduct by producer Harvey Weinstein.

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He has apologized for his behavior of colleagues, denied allegations of non-consensual sex and is seeking treatment. Police in Los Angeles, New York and London are investigating a few cases against him.

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Richie Stephens to be Honored by ASCAP For Rihanna’s “Work”


The American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) set to honour Richie Stephens on October 16th, in London, England.

ASCAP is the only American based association that protects the copyrights of songwriters, composers and music publishers by monitoring public performance of their music, whether it be live performance or via broadcast, and appropriately compensate them.

Richie Stephens is a successful Jamaican singer/ producer for over two decades; he was born and raised in Westmoreland. Stephens recorded his very first song in 1984 but did not hit stardom until the 1990’s . The reggae crooner was not only a Grammy Award winner but was also awarded the Jamaican Governor-General’s Achievement Award for contributing to civic, social and recreational projects in and around his birth parish.

Stephens will be given an American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) award for his contribution to Rihanna’s chart-topping single ‘Work’. ‘Work’, captured the song of the year and also sold the most digital copies for 2016. Stephens contributed the Sail Away ‘riddim’ on the Pot of Gold label to the hit, and was credited on the song as a co-writer.

In April, Stephens was awarded his first American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) Pop Music Awards in Hollywood. “I am so blessed to be honored in the United Stated and now to be recognized in England. It is a major accomplishment at this time in my career. I share this award with my fans globally and three members of the Ska Nation Band who will accompany me on the red carpet in London,” said Stephens

Some of Stephens most popular songs includes “Winner,” “Color of Love,” “Live your Life,” and “Reggae Evolution.”

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Amine – Spice Girl

Ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
Ah, woah

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

Spice Girl, freaky lil mama
Said she on a diet so she only eat bananas
Always in your prime, other women don’t align
And when I’m off work then you know it’s bed time
So let’s go (hey), let’s hit the I-5
Get away from B.S., don’t waste no down time (hey)
I don’t ever like ’em boujee, that’s the type that wanna sue me
And when we get together, hit it like fever forever

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

British girl (hey), got a show in London
Won’t you come around? Put you on the list, it’s nothin’
Say you gotta work ’cause you’re studyin’ for Masters
Yeah, these women fine but only on the camera (ooh)
They deceivin’, super thievin’
They fitness come and go like when they weave in
I never listen to the schemin’ type
I want the Sporty, Scary, Ginger spice

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

My girl’s a Spice Girl
Her world is my world
And most of all she’s fine to me
And aligned with the infatuation I feel
I need a Spice Girl

Popcaan Collaborates With Giggs on “Times Tickin” – Listen

Popcaan drop a new collaboration with UK rapper Giggs titled “Times Tickin.”

The Unruly Boss continues to push his career internationally with a new collab with London based rapper Giggs who you can find on Drake’s latest album More Life. “Times Tickin” will be featured on the rapper’s new mixtape Wamp 2 Dem. The project also saw guest appearances from some big names like Lil Duke, Young Thug, and 2 Chainz, but it’s this single with Popcaan that is getting the most attention on the project thus far.

Giggs has had a huge impact on the London rap scene but now he is winning over a considerable amount of the U.S. rap audience thanks to his appearances on Drake’s blockbuster album More Life. Although he sees himself as a hardcore rapper, Giggs is mostly seen as a Grime artist, which is a sub genre that used elements of dancehall, ragga, and hip hop to create a unique sound in the U.K. in the early 2000.

“They say grime doesn’t come from hip hop, but I think it does,” Giggs said in a recent interview. “Cause men are rapping in it. Spitting in it, on the beat. Know what I’m saying? But they say grime is that 140 BPM. Well there’s 140 BPM rap playing. But, obviously, I don’t know, they just want to say that they do grime and keep it in that. But, to me, obviously I’m a rapper, isn’t it? But people say, yeah, Giggs is a sick grime artiste cause of his country. I don’t know man. Cause of everyone else that’s come up and made a name for themselves, they’ve all come from grime. Like I’m talking before I come, it’s like they don’t know anything else. It’s like they don’t even know that American hip-hop’s always been around.”

In case you want to remind yourself who Giggs is go and listen to Drake’s song “KMT” he has a killer verse on that track, and while your at it take a listen to his new mixtape “Wamp 2 Dem” on Apple Music.

Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

Stronger now – Popcaan lyrics

Lyrics Popcaan – Stronger now

One go enuh
It real
God over devil enuh
Ghetto yute still
Stronger now yeah
Stronger now
Woyoiii.

A fight dem a fight
And a rise man a rise
Most time I gi give things
But man advertise
Bad news woman dem love televise
More time dem haffi wonder
If me vulcanize.

Cah man stronger now, stronger now
Unruly stronger now, stronger now
Notnice stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly stronger nooow, stronger nooow.

We nuh give a f*ck weh di media say
We just listen weh di real a say
More time dem laugh just teeth deh deh
Dem nuh waan see you reach no weh
Me know people a try hard fi break me
Thats why me nuh trust dem lately
Stress pon mi brain, so much frustrate me
Man a foward from dumplin and gravy.

So, write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cah man stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Weh dem a say? A fight dem a fight me?
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Me story, top story.

Dem, cyan forget the name Popcaan
Cyan forget the name Popcaan
Pon the Gaza block man born
Now we reach the top platform
Some a wonder how di f*ck that gwan
P***y, dem a underestimate badman
Right now mi colder than London
Nuh stop shake the hater dem madman.

Write me down inna you history book dem
Yow give me me Grammy and shook dem
Billions gone inna me book dem
From me see it inna me yute dem
Me see it inna me pipeline
God inna me corner
Versuri-lyrics.info
Greatness run inna mi family
From mi likke bit mi popular.

Cause badman stronger nooow
Top story
Unruly stronger nooow
Yeah man a one go enuh
Unnuh neva do
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Stronger nooow, stronger nooow
Unruly, unruly, unruly, unruly
Stronger nooow, woyoi
We stronger nowww.
Popcaan lyrics
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Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…

Leslie Bricusse – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – Facade lyrics

[ENSEMBLE]
If you live around here
You need cash in the bank
‘Cause the houses ’round here
Are all flashy and swank
An’ the front bit, ha
‘at’s what’s called a facade!

All the people ’round here
Are as posh as can be
You won’t seem hobnobbin’
With rubbish like me
It’s the snob bit
Also called a facade

Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain’t!

That’s how our little –
Game is played
Livin’ out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who’d want to trade?

But there’s one thing I know
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life’s a facade!

Every night here one house
Or another is a funhouse
‘Cause there’s someone giving a party
As you see, sir!

This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It’s the betrothal of Sir Danver’s
Daughter, Lisa

Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He’s a bloody sight better than them!

Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society

A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who’s never even heard of notoriety

The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you
Which none of ’em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!

Hypocrites!

If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T’isn’t hard, dear
To create a facade

You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it’s a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That’s the game here
And the name is facade

One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots

I’m inclined to think –
Half mankind thinks the other
Half is blind
Wouldn’t be surprised to find
They’re all in cahoots

At the end of the day
They don’t mean what they say
They don’t say what they mean
They don’t ever come clean
And the answer
Is it’s all a facade

Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You’ll be held in regard

And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (stay on your guard)
They’ll all say you’re a card
People love the facade (stay on your guard)
What’s behind the facade?

[JEKYLL]
Look behind the facade

Leslie Bricusse – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – The Engagement Party lyrics

[SIR DANVERS]
My dear Simon
You’re so gracious
To wish Lisa and Henry both well

[STRIDE]
Dear Sir Danvers
As you know, Sir
I wish Lisa the sun and the moon
But I have to confess that I wish Henry Jekyll in hell!

[UTTERSON]
(spoken) Henry, at last. What could possibly be more important than your own engagement party?

[JEKYLL]
John, I am close to a breakthrough discovery!
Something spectacular, something sublime!
Finally, a light in the darkness has come to me!
Now it is only a matter of time!

[DR HASTIE LANYON]
Henry Jekyll, you’re a devil
You have robbed us of London’s most lovely girl

[MR RICHARD ENFIELD]
I could turn to drink when I stop to think
Lisa’s marrying a doctor instead of an earl

[BOTH]
Poor girl!

[STRIDE ]
Doctor Jekyll, may I be the first to wish
You and your bride-to-be
Peace and prosperity?

[JEKYLL]
Mr. Stride, it’s most civil of you
To say that, as you do
With such patent sincerity!

David Brent – Slough lyrics

More convenient that a Tesco express
Close to Windsor but the properties less
Keeps the businesses of Britain great
It’s got Europe’s biggest trading estate

It doesn’t matter where you’re from
You wanna work? Then come along
The station’s just got a new floor
And the motorway runs by your door

And you know just where you’re heading
It’s equidistance ‘tween London and Reading

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

To the West you got Taplow and Bray
You got Hillingdon the other way
It’s a brilliant place to live and work
It was in Bucks now officially it’s Berks

Don’t listen to what the critics say
Like it’s soulless, and boring and grey
See for yourself, what you waiting for?
We’re on the Bath road, that’s the A4

And you know just where you’ll be heading
It’s equidistance ‘tween London and Reading

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

Oh Slough
My kind of town
I don’t know how, anyone could put you down

Slough [x4]

Radiohead – Anyone Can Play Guitar

Destiny, destiny protect me from the world
Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world
Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere

And if the world does turn
And if London burns I’ll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore

Grow my hair, grow my hair
I am Jim Morrison
Grow my hair
I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison

Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don’t see no confusion anywhere
And if the world does turn
And if London burns I’ll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won’t be a nothing anymore

Frank Wildhorn – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – Facade lyrics

[ENSEMBLE]
If you live around here
You need cash in the bank
‘Cause the houses ’round here
Are all flashy and swank
An’ the front bit, ha
‘at’s what’s called a facade!

All the people ’round here
Are as posh as can be
You won’t seem hobnobbin’
With rubbish like me
It’s the snob bit
Also called a facade

Every day
People, in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain’t!

That’s how our little –
Game is played
Livin’ out their masquerade
Getting rich and getting laid
Who’d want to trade?

But there’s one thing I know
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we’ve got
Has got no ready cure!
And I’m certain
Life is terribly hard
When your life’s a facade!

Every night here one house
Or another is a funhouse
‘Cause there’s someone giving a party
As you see, sir!

This one here tonight
Is rather special, am I right?
It’s the betrothal of Sir Danver’s
Daughter, Lisa

Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
They call him the creme de la creme
Whatever that means
He’s a bloody sight better than them!

Nearly everyone you meet
When walking down a London street
Pretends to be a pillar of society

A model of propriety
Sobriety, and piety
Who’s never even heard of notoriety

The ladies an’ gents ‘ere before you
Which none of ’em ever admits
May have saintly looks
But they’re sinners an’ crooks!

Hypocrites!

If you live around here
You need lots of panache
If you live in down, dear
Then you must cut a dash
T’isn’t hard, dear
To create a facade

You must seem to be rich
And to have money to burn
Even though it’s a bitch
Spending more than you earn
That’s the game here
And the name is facade

One or two
Might look kinda well-to-do
But I bet you precious few
Have payed for their boots

I’m inclined to think –
Half mankind thinks the other
Half is blind
Wouldn’t be surprised to find
They’re all in cahoots

At the end of the day
They don’t mean what they say
They don’t say what they mean
They don’t ever come clean
And the answer
Is it’s all a facade

Call a walk promenade
Call a street boulevard
Grease your hair with pomade
You’ll be held in regard

And I betcha
If you stay on your guard (stay on your guard)
They’ll all say you’re a card
People love the facade (stay on your guard)
What’s behind the facade?

[JEKYLL]
Look behind the facade

Frank Wildhorn – Jekyll And Hyde Concept Album – The Engagement Party lyrics

[SIR DANVERS]
My dear Simon
You’re so gracious
To wish Lisa and Henry both well

[STRIDE]
Dear Sir Danvers
As you know, Sir
I wish Lisa the sun and the moon
But I have to confess that I wish Henry Jekyll in hell!

[UTTERSON]
(spoken) Henry, at last. What could possibly be more important than your own engagement party?

[JEKYLL]
John, I am close to a breakthrough discovery!
Something spectacular, something sublime!
Finally, a light in the darkness has come to me!
Now it is only a matter of time!

[DR HASTIE LANYON]
Henry Jekyll, you’re a devil
You have robbed us of London’s most lovely girl

[MR RICHARD ENFIELD]
I could turn to drink when I stop to think
Lisa’s marrying a doctor instead of an earl

[BOTH]
Poor girl!

[STRIDE ]
Doctor Jekyll, may I be the first to wish
You and your bride-to-be
Peace and prosperity?

[JEKYLL]
Mr. Stride, it’s most civil of you
To say that, as you do
With such patent sincerity!

Ralph Mctell – Streets Of London lyrics

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
Don’t say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman’s Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn’t care

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine.
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

MC Hammer – U Can’t Touch This

Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)

My-my-my-my music makes me so hard makes me say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
That’s good when you know you’re down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I’m known as such
And this is a beat uh u can’t touch

I told you homeboy u can’t touch this
Yeah that’s how we’re livin’ and you know u can’t touch this
Look in my eyes man u can’t touch this
You know let me bust the funky lyrics u can’t touch this

Fresh new kicks and pants
You got it like that now you know you wanna dance
So move out of your seat
And get a fly girl and catch this beat
While it’s rollin’ hold on pump a little bit
And let me know it’s going on like that like that
Cold on a mission so pull on back
Let ’em know that you’re too much
And this is a beat uh u can’t touch

Yo I told you u can’t touch this
Why you standing there man u can’t touch this
Yo sound the bells school is in sucker u can’t touch this

Give me a song or rhythm
Making ’em sweat that’s what I’m giving ’em
Now they know when you talk about the Hammer
You talk about a show that’s hyped and tight
Singers are sweatin’ so pass them a mic
Or a tape to learn what it’s gonna take
And now he’s gonna burn
The charts legit either work hard
Or you might as well quit

That’s word because you know
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh)
Stop Hammer time

Go with the flow in a spin if you can’t move to this
Then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust through the moves run your fingers through your hair
This is it for a winner
Dance to this and you’re gonna get thinner
Move slide your rump
Just for a minute let’s all do the bump
Bump bump bump yeah

Can’t touch this
Look man u can’t touch this
You’ll probably get hyped boy ’cause you know you can’t u can’t touch this
Ring the bell school’s back in break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Stop Hammer time
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Stop Hammer time

Every time you see me that Hammer’s just so hype
I’m dope on the floor and I’m magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this
With others makin’ records that just don’t hit
I toured around the world from London to the bank
It’s Hammer go Hammer
It’s a Hammer yo Hammer and the rest go and play

Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can’t touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Yeah u can’t touch this
I told you u can’t touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Too hype can’t touch this
Get me outta here u can’t touch this
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Dire Straits – In The Gallery lyrics

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross
A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater’s waltz
Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work iin clay and stone
Like the waves coming to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
He could not be in the gallery
And then you get an artist says he doesn’t want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
While the dealers they get together
And they decide who gets the breaks
And who’s going to be in the gallery
No lies he wouldn’t compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don’t mean a thing
I’ve got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
So he’s going to be in the gallery

Smash – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Smash

Ayy man, I went on Instagram, man, my mothaf*ckin’ boy, man, he up there in Boston, shawty.
I’m talkin’ ’bout man, nigga got a whole see-through elevator.
You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward?
You know, he get the chance to really see that.
Know what I’m sayin’? Wires and everything, forreal.
(Thugger, Thugger!) Glass top elevator! Woo, woo!
We got London on da Track!(smash)

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more cappin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more naggin’ (Thugger, Thugger).

We goin’ brazy, break the internet (hey)
We goin’ brazy, break the internet
We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey
We catch your b*tch, we take a flight, wait
The Rollie red like a beam
f*ck your dream and your team, huh
You play with anybody versuri-lyrics.info
Turn your shirt to my skin
Hey, we drip on anybody
Get it kicked off the team
Yeah, we richer than everybody
At least that’s what it seems
Nigga know we dippin’, dabbin’
We spit off fire like a dragon
We beat it, beat it with a cannon
That poom-poom look the baddest
My ho from Dallas like a Maverick
Go to Africa to get some karats
Make her call ’em, it’s no karats
Fight ’em all, nigga jabbin’
Cover your face, go to wildin’
Take your whole family to an island
Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby
Now I know you get the picture
I want you to stop all the violence.

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more caddin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more nagginnn.
Young Thug lyrics
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