That Influencer Who Got Tested For the ‘Gram Actually Has Coronavirus

The internet had mixed feelings when Arielle Charnas, the influencer-designer-mommy blogger behind brand Something Navy, decided to Insta-document her experience getting tested for Covid-19. Over a million followers watched via her stories, as Charnas skipped lines with the help of a friend (Insta doctor) Dr. Jake Deutsch, who swabbed her from her car at an urgent care. A day later, the influencer has announced her diagnosis: coronavirus. Her husband also has symptoms, though she says her two daughters still appear to be healthy.

Arielle Charnas on Instagram: “🤍”

Charnas’ diagnosis arrives just as people have begun to question the inequality in who’s been getting access to testing. People like Tom Hanks, Idris Elba, Kevin Durant (and the entire Brooklyn Nets) are apparently having an easy time getting tested, while everyday people who suspect they’re sick are being turned away, referred incorrectly, or made to wait days for results. (To be fair, Elba and Hanks were tested in England and Australia respectively, while it’s America’s testing system that appears most mismanaged).

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While announcing her diagnosis, Charnas seemed to address the backlash. “I realize there are many individuals, both in New York City, and nationwide, who do not have the ability to receive immediate medical care at the first sign of sickness,” she wrote. “It is the responsibility of our government offices to ensure all Americans can access necessary tests and I acknowledge how lucky I am to have had that access.”

Since the virus can manifest in different ways, some are grateful to see Charnas raising awareness about social distancing, offering an in-depth look at her symptoms, and showing a COVID-19 test up close (even if it’ll likely be much harder for you to get one). New York Times reporter Tim Hererra recently walked through his hellish journey to a diagnosis, which is probably much more similar to what yours would look like.

While we should, of course, eat the rich, Charnas isn’t to blame. Most of us would jump to the front of a line given the opportunity and everyone should be getting tested day and night. Widely available testing, for those with and without symptoms, is crucial to slowing the pandemic, given 80% of Covid-19 cases are either asymptomatic or mild enough to be overlooked.

Nonetheless, Charnas’ situation, and the reality of celebrities serving as posterchildren for a pandemic wreaking havoc on middle and working class people’s lives, reveals how literally lethal America’s caste system is. While Charnas can alert her family, friends and coworkers that they may have been exposed, and get treated knowing hospital bills won’t bankrupt her, others are unknowingly infecting their communities or afraid to seek care at all.

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As of yesterday, according to the New Yorker, the US was only running about 7,000 tests a day (South Korea has been running 10,000 tests a day since February) thanks to lengthy delays in manufacturing and state, city and county facilities getting the green light to start testing. On Friday, Trump announced that companies were ready to start manufacturing tests, but blamed the CDC for… everything. “Yeah, no, I don’t take responsibility at all,” he said.

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Efek Rumah Kaca – Jalan Enam Tiga Lyrics

Lirik “Jalan Enam Tiga”

[Verse 1]
Siapa ingin ikut serta
Jalan Enam Tiga
Kita naik kereta saja
Ekspres atau biasa bisa
Jangan berdiri di pintu
Nanti bisa ganggu laju
Banyak yang terburu-buru
Ingin sampai tepat waktu

[Verse 2]
Desak-desakan tak apa
Wisatawan dan pekerja
Pelajar dan tunawisma
Jalan bersama-sama
Semua boleh ikut serta
Ke Jalan Enam Tiga

[Bridge]
Macam gaya busana dan gaya bicara
Tidak direkayasa jadi diri mereka
Eropa, Australia, Asia, Afrika
Amerika Utara, Latin dan Karibia

[Chorus]
Jalan Enam Tiga, semua merdeka
Boleh berbeda, ekspresikan saja
Tak ada bigotnya, tak ada demagognya
Bukan rekaan, ini kenyataan

[Verse 3]
Siap-siap sudah dekat
Awas jangan sampai lewat
Di Titik Nol kita tiba
Lalu menuju utara

[Chorus]
Jalan Enam Tiga, semua merdeka
Boleh berbeda, ekspresikan saja
Tak ada bigotnya, tak ada demagognya
Bukan rekaan, ini kenyataan

[Outro]
Tahukah engkau di mana
Letak Jalan Enam Tiga
Jangan sampai kamu lupa
Arah Jalan Enam Tiga
Enam Tiga
Enam Tiga

Chocquibtown – Una Raza Llamada Sabor Lyrics

Letra de Una Raza Llamada Sabor
[Chorus]
Llegó el ritmo, que a tu cuerpo da calor
Porque somos una raza llamada sabor
Llegó el ritmo, que a tu cuerpo da calor
Porque somos una raza llamada sabor

[Verse 1: Tostao]
Desde norteamérica, hasta la patagonia
Tremendo filling, tremenda bomba
En el viejo continente también la vacilan
India, Australia, África, China

Los estudiantes, tirando para adelante
Desde los nativos, hasta el inmigrante
Somos una raza entera llena de sabor
Y que no se rige por su piel, ni su color
Somos el ingrediente que le falta a la sopa
Somos esa pastillita que tu mente vuelve loca
Somos los que te tiran el tumbado, el style
Somos somos lo que hay hay hay!

[Chorus]
Llegó el ritmo, que a tu cuerpo da calor
Porque somos una raza llamada sabor
Llegó el ritmo, que a tu cuerpo da calor
Porque somos una raza llamada sabor

[Verse 2: Slow]
Vengo sabroso por que el ritmo me tiene
Es parte de mi cuerpo, viene en mis genes
Sangre de mi sangre herencia
Generación tras generación, pues nacimos con sabor
Bueno para la música, buen productor
Buen pensador, un gran bailador
Nací con el swing y el flow compai
Rumba desde que estaba en la barriga de mi mai

[Chorus]
Oeh oh oh una raza llamada sabor
Llegó el ritmo, que a tu cuerpo da calor
Porque somos, una raza llamada sabor
Oeh oh oh una raza llamada sabor
Oeh oh oh una raza llamada sabor

[Bridge: Goyo]
Somos negros, altos, zambos, chombos, cholos
Incas, sintis, mayas, chichas con tesoro
Echando para adelante, aunque el dinero no alcance
Soy del combo de los que tienen más que sabor
Pegándole suave, como los salvajes

[Chorus]
Llegó el ritmo, que a tu cuerpo da calor
Porque somos una raza llamada sabor
Oeh oh oh una raza llamada sabor
Oeh oh oh una raza llamada sabor
Oeh oh oh una raza llamada sabor

[Outro]
Somos lo que hay hay hay
Somos los que hay
Somos los que somos
Somos los que somos

The ‘Naked Philanthropist’ Is Now Fundraising For Puerto Rico

Earlier this month, Instagram influencer and model Kaylen Ward — aka “The Naked Philanthropist” — went viral after reportedly raising over $1 million for wildfire relief efforts in Australia. And now, she’s doing it again for Puerto Rico.

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As you likely heard, Puerto Rico has been in a state of emergency following a recent series of devastating earthquakes that have displaced thousands of people and left many more without power and water.

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So in response, Ward took to her Twitter to announce a second fundraiser for the island.

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Similarly to her highly publicized Australia campaign, anyone who can post proof that they donated $10 or more to a Puerto Rican earthquake aid organization will be sent a nude. Not only that, but Ward said that she will also be donating 30 percent of her OnlyFans profits to a few Puerto Rican charities, per Business Insider.

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See her posts about the fundraiser, below.

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I’m sending nudes to every person who donates atleast $10 to any one of these fundraisers for the earthquakes in Puerto Rico. You must post your donation confirmation in the comments below. Let’s help save Puerto Rico. #PuertoRicoEarthquake pic.twitter.com/YdOPI3KBtw

— THE NAKED PHILANTHROPIST (@lilearthangelk) January 15, 2020 None

It’s easier for me to keep up with who donated if you post screenshots below! My DMs are closed but I will send the pic to your DM once you donate. Retweet to spread awareness

— THE NAKED PHILANTHROPIST (@lilearthangelk) January 15, 2020 None

Photo via Twitter / @LilEarthAngelK

Tyler, The Creator – GROUP B Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
That’s all I wanna do

[Verse 1]
Ayo, bucket hat like I’m Gilligan
Hit Wallace, I just ordered a Cullinan
Milkin’ the cow, what are you niggas uttering?
Churning the butter, sensitive niggas crying
Stepping in puddles in them new (Them new Giannos, nigga, come on)
The team I’m assembling, you trembling
We in a circle huddling
Fumble and we coming in, tackling your empire
It’s Robert crumbling
One nom? Huh, shit is humbling
I’m a fucking JumboTron, Juggernaut, you a G?
No, you’re not, new balloon, watch it p-
Like concave on a skateboard
I don’t do surfboards, I don’t ride waves
Been around forever, Murray’s Pomade, nigga
Been like a decade, yuh, what up? Uh

[Verse 2]
Ayo, keep it buck, I switch up
You niggas don’t, that’s why you stuck
I needed seven figures, hit Australia, pick it up
Find some young twink and get my nipples sucked
Bad yellow bitch look like pimple pus
Bad chocolate bitch look like Lionel knuckles
Y’all got too much baggage and I pack light, Louis truck
Luggage double C, emeralds double V
Uni tee, but the sweater vest is me
Lemonade, elderflower with the rose
Sony read up, I’ma split it with the bro (Yuh)

[Verse 3]
Yeah
Niggas like, “Act ya age, T, you trippin’”
Pushin’ 30, but the skin say different, well
If I act my last deal, I’m prolly 12
Niggas on, nigga set a lob
Then they hurt themselves, niggas Cheddar Bob
Foot is on the gas, I ain’t letting off (Skrrt)
Every car is gas, pissing Greta off
And they Group B and the leather soft
And I knew the cow, and he better off dead

[Outro]
One take
It’s like 7 AM

Le Luci Della Centrale Elettrica – Waltz Degli Scafisti lyrics

[Verse 1]
In una città cinese, in Africa,
Una cometa è caduta
In una zona disabitata.
Senti la distanza nel cammino
Tra le tue origini e il tuo destino.
Senti le profezie,
I canti dei muezzin e delle tifoserie.
In una città italiana, in Argentina,
Il vulcano ha coperto di cenere le macchine della zona.
Tu sei l’unica con gli occhi chiari:
Non si sa da dove vieni,
Parli di viaggi interstellari!
Senti: sono mie tutte le cantilene,
Le carte nautiche e le fantasie.

[Chorus]
Gli scafisti si orientano con le stelle.
Le nostre storie sono troppo belle,
Non cercare di capirle
Non cercare di capirle
Non cercare di capirle

[Verse 2]
In una città indiana, in Australia,
Guardo il sole tramontare in una cava mineraria.
Onde alte come una frontiera,
Mucche sacre, energie rinnovabili ogni sera.
Senti le poesie:
è un canto di sirene e di suonerie
In una base americana sulla Luna
Portano pesi leggeri, portano fortuna.
I bambini hanno nomi di divinità
Anche i tuoi occhi chiari si abitueranno all’oscurità.
Senti: sono mie le coperte termiche dorate, le stelle sparpagliate, le tecnologie.

[Chorus]
Gli scafisti si orientano con le stelle.
Le nostre storie sono troppo belle,
Non cercare di capirle
Non cercare di capirle
Non cercare di capirle
Gli scafisti si orientano con le stelle.
Le nostre storie sono troppo belle,
Non cercare di capirle
Non cercare di capirle
Non cercare di capirle

Eric Bogle – Aussie Barbeque lyrics

When the summer sun is shining on Australia’s happy land
Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands
Of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it’s barby time again

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque!

The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs
The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like thier stew
But you just can’t beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque

There’s flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hard
The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the aeroguard?
There’s bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out
And what you saw in Mom’s cole slaw, you just don’t think about

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque

And when the barby’s over and your homeward way you wend
With a queezy tummy on the family dummy, many lonely hours you’ll spend
You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do
Come rain or shine that’s the bloody last time that you’ll have a barbeque!

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Brad Pitt’s Cousin lyrics

(feat. Xperience)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Slick shit man, that’s all we do
Hold up, little homie, let me talk my truth
Made an Instagram for my cat
And my cat doesn’t even rap
And got more followers than you
Hold up, let me get my cat a bar
She’s filthy, hey Cairo come here baby
(Meow) Now my cat’s more famous than you ever will be
I been hustling, you can’t tell me nothing
I’m Brad Pitt’s ugly cousin
But when you’re drunk at the wedding, still gon’ fuck him

[Hook: Xperience]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Bradley, he’s cuzo

[Post-Hook: Xperience]
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
You’re embarrassed huh?
I’m in Paris, bruh
You brought your whole crew
I’m with my parents, bruh
Every white dude in America went to the barber shop
“Give me the Macklemore haircut”
Australia, they heard of me
Germany, they heard of me
Japan, they heard of me
It’s a murder scene, you gon’ learn some things
My dick named Ron Burgundy
I’m bad news with a pan flute
In a plaid suit, no can do
No, uh uh, I don’t work for free
I used to smoke that purple weed
Sip a bunch of purple drink
That shit did not work for me
And now I just sip herbal tea
I’m posted at the swapmeet in a robe eating Church’s wings
So cold, so cold, no emergen-C

[Hook: Xperience]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Brad, Brad, Pitt

[Post-Hook: Xperience]
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Did it by myself, not a little bit of help
Nobody, nobody did nothing, I knelt
On my knees, said “God, please give me a deal”
And God texted me back
“Don’t be dumb, young man, gotta do it yourself”
It’s up to you to turn the pen into a machete
And make sure that every beat that you meet gets killed
I treat the beat just like a pussy
And I eat it up and beat it up and leave it fucked
So you cannot compete with us
I’m weaving in and out of traffic
In the Cadillac, oh wait, is that us on the radio?
Wait, is that us on the radio?
It’s what I always dreamed of
Back when I had peach fuzz
Shoutout to the homie D
Who’s D? Deez nuts
I’m eating chicken wings and onions rings
If you’re wondering, yes, I does my thing
And another thing, no puppet strings
On the company, we sucker free
I ain’t trippin’ on what the public think
Ten thousand, we hustling
This shit didn’t happen overnight
This shit didn’t happen suddenly

[Hook: Xperience]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Brad Pitt, Brad, Pitt

Migos – Emoji A Chain lyrics

[Intro: Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
Hey

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

[Verse 1: Offset]
Niggas out here ain’t got stain (yeah)
Makin’ this money, been ballin’ on niggas (cash)
They think I signed to Tulane (ball)
Pull up and “What the fuck,” nigga, that’s strange (what the fuck?)
Uh, yeah, water on my wrist and my neck (splash)
Look at this fluid (splash)
200 sit on my dash, smash, 12, I’ma lose ’em (skrrt)
Hot commodity, the dope on hot commodity (hot) the trap is on fire (hot, hot)
I’m at the top and I took your slot, you niggas ain’t hot (cold)
Go to the lot and drop (skrrt), I want the drop, robot (huh?)
Niggas gon’ talk and pop (huh), you get shot out your socks (blow)
What do you want lil’ mama? Go ‘head and fuck on my partner (smash)
Come for your head like a lineup, (white) these diamonds albino (white, white)
Wrap up the brick like a gyro, Migo gang Cinco De Mayo (Migo)
Shh, stuffin’ them bricks in the Tahoe, boardin’ the jet up to Cabo (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Flippin’ the bird (flippin’ it)
I put a brick in her purse (brick)
These niggas evil and cursed (they evil)
I pray and I send ’em to church (church)
I’ma pull up on your turf (turf)
I’m with the smokin’, who get it first? (who?)
No Addy but I’m alert (‘lert)
I ain’t been hurt since birth (hurt)
I know my rights and worth (worth)
Birds sing Gerald LaVert (brrrr)
Australia, the plug at work
He came from Sydney but I was in Perth (damn)
She pull up on me, get curved (curved)
Hop in the Rolls and swerve (swerve)
The watch, two-tone, it’s white and rose
So much water, I’ma have to learn how to surf (surf)

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

[Verse 3: Quavo]
You can’t get a bag, makin’ me laugh, (hah) Mike Epps (haha)
I Gucci my belt (Gucci), make my Emoji a whip (Emoji)
Huncho barbarian (yeah), McLaren, I park at Phipps (skrrt)
Ain’t no comparison, I’m starin’ at lines of shrimps (shrimp, shrimp)
Cruise the coast like a blimp (go), dunkin’ a ball like I’m Kem (uh)
Slangin’ the tree like a chimp (oh), shot at me, walk with a limp (blow)
Niggas so don’t attempt (attempt), ice on, change the temp’ (change the temp’)
Northside bangin’ them (bangin’ them), don’t let strangers in (strangers in)
Twist your fingers in (fingers in), gangsters shit begin (gangster shit)
Used to gettin’ in, kickin’ the doors and now I want the back ends (go)
Used to sleep on mattress floors, I fuck on a bitch and her friend (smash)
Wake ’em up, get in a taxi home and then my day begin

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

A$AP Rocky – Jukebox Joints (feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West) lyrics

[Hook: Joe Fox]
And I’m a man of my word, that I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
I’m a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up
But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I’m fly, you know

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
She the type to seek love and make it everlasting
I’m the type to wake up and say you’re never having
I mean I fucked the girl with hella passion
But it’s cold how we smashing
Left her sleeping on a separate mattress
I think her body makes for better practice
Good excuse for my absence like “Flacko where your ass been?”
Heard you done with fashion, now yo ass is acting
I’m tripping off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive
This ain’t the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging
This that dark house party with this record blasting
Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace
When I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some mean Huaraches
I’m all alone though, mood music makes me bop slower
Trippin’ on how I shifted pop culture
Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my pops culture
I be damned if I die sober
I’ll be sure to visit Pac for ya

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
And shout outs my pretty women in the spot tonight
Let em see them fuckin’ hands
And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps
Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come again
When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls
Cause I be playing with these womens like they’re sex dolls
Call my Prada prior, cause it’s dropping next fall
Don’t you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball
She said, “I just love it when you speak soft-spoken
Up in the magazines with your teeth all golden”
Took the whole year off just to learn to make beats
Dropped the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokin’
That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid
Might add a preacher and a choir to it
I speak the father’s music, hallelujah
Always Strive & Prosper, stupid
Even Montell can’t tell you how he do it
Sit back and watch me do it

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Okay let’s get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking
You want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking
They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often
You my son like my last abortion, I’m just laughing off it
I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I’m that important
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y’all both acting awkward?
Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead bitch
Ain’t nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitch
Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar
It’s not just model bitches on my genitalia
Did Azalea’s from Australia, trips to Venezuela
Cinderella’s under my umbrella for different weather
Ella, ella, ay just play it like I didn’t tell ya
Niggas taking pictures any time we get together
And hope to fly away one day just like some love birds
Only one word I’m afraid of is the “love” word

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
More power to you, more power to you my lonely one
More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
What’s up bruh? That all depends
With friends like you, who needs friends
Sometimes the best advice is no advice
Especially when it’s your advice
Man remember
Your man was on stage dressed like a family member
Man everything basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
I remember Rochelle ain’t wanna fuck me with the polo
Ay bitch you missed out, hashtag #Fomo
I got one child, one child
But I’m fuckin’, fuckin’, fuckin’ like I’m tryna make four more
They wanna throw me under a white jail
Cause I’m a black man with confidence of a white male
Hallelujah

Imelda Kehoe – Lightning Tree lyrics

You said, that there’s a hole in your life the size of Australia
I know, that kind of thing cannot be good for you
And I know, and I’m trying to find the positives to say
I’ll hold the living hells to ransom for it
I know I said but I really meant it, I will be the lightning tree
I’ll take the heat, I’m easy to find and you can count on me
If all we had, was only one day, to say everything
No need, for you and I to say a thing

They said, that you might never see it through to the end
It’s like, you’re on a Ninety mile straight with a blindfold over your head
No need, for you and I to talk about it
I’ll keep the bright side on dark of it
I know I said but I really meant it, I will be the lightning tree
I’ll take the heat, I’m easy to find and you can count on me
If all we had, was only one day, to say everything
No need, for you and I to say a thing

Oh, this is, a great big shining day for someone else
It’s like, you’re lost in the dessert with the Sun in your mouth
If our lives, were a film, wouldn’t it be good to see
I know, because I’ll be playing it on and on repeat
I know I said but I really meant it, I will be the lightning tree
I’ll take the heat, I’m easy to find and you can count on me
If all we had, was only one day, to say everything
You and I, wouldn’t have to say a thing

MADEINTYO – Depends

[Hook]
Can I whip the lamb it depends
Post you on the gram, it depends
Gucci or the Louis, it depends
Came up on some top, it depends
Yeah, ooh, it depends
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, it depends
Can I whip the lamb it depends
Louis or the Gucci it depends

[Verse 1]
Suitcase
Two face
Blue face
Hunnid
They don’t really fucking want it
She gon’ feel it in her stomach
Cornbread, skin
Go ‘head, din
Two steps then I win
Double up dividends

[Hook]
Can I whip the lamb, it depends
Post you on the gram, it depends
Gucci or the Louis, it depends
Came up on some top, it depends
Yeah, ooh, it depends
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, it depends
Can I whip the lamb, it depends
Louis or the Gucci it depends

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I need that back end
She make her back bend
She from Australia, she got an accent
I run the fucking youth
That’s on my gold tooth
Ugh, turn around, beat her down, turn into Goku
Ugh, power nap, pop a xan, take her to sofu
Yeah, hang out with Big Sean, that nigga’s so cool
Yeah, enter the back couch, turn on the pro tools
Ooh, don’t run up on me, I’ma loose my cool
Ugh, running them bands up
Y’all niggas mad huh?
Oh, she from the southside, sippin’ that Fanta
Ugh, throw the racks on her, like she a dancer
Ugh, ass on Luda, bruh, tell her to stand up

[Hook]
Can I whip the lamb, it depends
Post you on the gram, it depends
Gucci or the Louis, it depends
Came up on some top, it depends
Yeah, ooh, it depends
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, it depends
Can I whip the lamb, it depends
Louis or the Gucci it depends

Hopsin – Ill Mind Of Hopsin 9

[Pre-Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up
And now your daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
No, daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
All together, come on

[Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up
And that’s why daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma
(Hell no) No, daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma

[Verse 1]
Oh, hello son, I really wish I knew you
I’m your father you’ll probably never be introduced to
You’ll only see me on TV or maybe YouTube
But now I know your momma is probably dating some new dude
So how you liking Earth? Are you loving your existence?
I wasn’t at your birth, ’cause your mother made me miss it
I tried to get a visa, I applied and they denied it
‘Cause your momma told the police that I beat her, she was lyin’
And now I’m banned for something bad I ain’t even do
There’s a lot of land and water separating me and you
You’re far away in Australia and I am in America
So I cannot be there to do all of the things a parent does
This is my attempt at me raising you from a distance
You have Hopson in your blood, you are special and you are gifted
The punishment your mother has given me doesn’t seem fair
Just know I love you son, and I’m wishin’ that I could be there

[Pre-Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up (it’s sad)
And now your daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
(Hell no) Nope, daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
Now sing it with me, son

[Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up (yeah, that’s it)
And that’s why daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma (that’s why what?)
(Hell no) No, daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma

[Verse 2]
I know you and your mom are staying with her parents, Bill & Kirsten
You’re partially black, I’m confident they’re feeling nervous
They don’t like coloured people, in their eyes you’re still a burden
They assume you’re gonna grow up shooting guns and stealin’ purses
But that’s not true, son, don’t be sad
I know you’re not like that, you know I got your back
Listen, here’s a funny joke that you could tell your grandmother
She looks like the Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters
Oh, I forgot, you’re too young to know what that is
But that’s the kinda thing I like to say to plumpy fat chicks
The humps on moms chest are not real, they’re elastic
And if you look closely you can see she’s made of plastic
Like a toy, you my boy, my son, my friend
I promise we gon’ be together somehow in the end
I am very ashamed that you don’t have my last name
Every night I go to bed and I’m feelin’ this wicked pain, because

[Pre-Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up
And now your daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
(Hell no) Nope, daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
You know what time it is, son

[Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up (that’s right)
And that’s why daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma (daddy doesn’t fuck with who?)
(Hell no) No, daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma

[Verse 3]
Currently my life has hit the floor, I can’t lie to you, shit is hard
I should be building with the Lord, it could be what I’m missin’
Or maybe I should continue to hurt your momma and diss her more
Just to relieve the tension that sits in my heart, ’cause it is sore
When I’m spittin’ bars about all my cash and exquisite cars
This was on my vision and you were the one I did it for
My relationship with your momma is sittin’ in the morgue
After all this hell I can’t lie, I do wish she did abort
Our lives are so unhappy, ’cause this world is cold and nasty
Just know your daddy don’t condone havin’ a broken family
I’m so sad we couldn’t work out our issues ‘fore you arrived
And now you have to suffer, ’cause mom and daddy have stupid lives
You’re way too young to notice it, you don’t deserve to go through this
If I do see your mom again this time I will assault the bitch
At least then I’ll feel like my bannin’ was justified
Look at your momma, thank her for fuckin’ up all our lives, to sing

[Pre-Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up
And now your daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
(Hell no) Nope, daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
Where’s my choir at?

[Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up (momma had to fuck it all up)
And that’s why daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma (daddy doesn’t fuck your momma)
(Hell no) No, daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma

[Bridge]
Oh, son, I’m sorry I can’t be
There with you, but I’ll be there soon
But daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma (no, no)
No, daddy doesn’t fuck with your momma
Just know that

[Chorus]
Our lives could’a been so good
But momma had to fuck it all up
And that’s why daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma
(Hell no) No, daddy doesn’t fuck with my momma

NICKI MINAJ – Big Daddy lyrics

You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I’m triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Standin’ on the corner and stuntin’
That look like I payed like a million for
Blowin’ the money I heard that they askin’ around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon’ get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin’ like “what is his neck worth?”
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won’t f*ck unless you cut a check first

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain’t gotta sell it, but he say the n*gger a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D’ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga ‘fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now its just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to f*ck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

You bitches ain’t stupid, you bitches ain’t stupid
You bitches ain’t stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it’s worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain’t even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?

Still on top, pretty bitch gang
Pussy still tight, pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the n*gger then I dip on him

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Future – Mask Off (Remix) (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro: Future]
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You heard, spit it, yo

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 1: Future]
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain (we ridin’)
Out the bottom, I’m a livin’ proof (super)
Ain’t compromising, half a million on a Coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Interlude: Future]
Four-door Maybach; I drive anything
Buy my Range, make ’em go insane
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
DJ EscoMoe City

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, I got a halo
I level up every time God says so
Shooter on payroll
Lookin’ like Pancho, lookin’ like Pedro
Money trees from Tarzan
Ten dividends gon’ grow when I say "grow"
Kung Fu Kenny with the Midas touch
Ain’t no penny that I don’t touch
All my enemy bite on dust
Ain’t no talkin’ when it’s fatal
Havin’ heart, I can’t tell
Half of y’all might need help
I might fall in Rodeo (bitch)
I might ball in Australia (say no more)
I might call her for real (say no more)
All the ass go unveil
Wind blows in the windows and
I snuck in when the vent close
She copy like 10-4
Know who we sent for
Platinum, platinum, platinum
Gotta look at self and ask what happened
How y’all let a conscious nigga go commercial
While only makin’ conscious albums?
How y’all let the braids on TV?
How y’all let the hood at the table?
Now y’all don’t even know how to rate him
Niggas lookin’ like I’m a created player
Everybody who didn’t pay respect
Gotta ‘fess up now and pay ya debts
Gotta lay somethin’ down if makin’ threats
Gotta say somethin’ now, don’t hold ya breath
I mean, I’m floatin’, I got the sauce, got the potion
I got ’em all in convulsions and emotions
I put careers in negotions and
Put the body in the ocean
I made an oath when my nigga told me to go in
Then he died on a cold bench
All my old friends livin’ life on a slow end
Gotta keep shit rollin’, it’s deep (It’s deep)
I done fucked so much I can’t sleep
I done fucked so much I’m retired (swear to God)
I’m ’bout to live my life through Dave Free (swear to God)
She said she broke down when Prince died (it’s alright)
Bitch, my hair down, Prince live through me (I am Prince)
Get your ass up and be inspired (get inspired)
You know how many bodies in the street? (how many?)
Take the mask off so you can see

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Outro: Future]
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off
Ten, ten tears
Mine, said the Lord

Peter Allen – I Still Call Australia Home lyrics

I’ve been to cities that never close down,
From New York to Rio and old London town,
But no matter how far or how wide I roam,
I still call Australia home.

I’m always travelling, I love being free,
And so I keep leaving the sun and the sea,
But my heart lies waiting over the foam,
I still call Australia home.

All the sons and daughters spinning ’round the world,
Away from their family and friends,
But as the world gets older and colder,
It’s good to know where your journey ends.
Someday we’ll all be together once more,
When all of the ships come back to the shore,
I realise something I’ve always known,
I still call Australia home.

But no matter how far or wide I roam,
I still call Australia I still call Australia, I still call Australia home.
But no matter how far or wide I roam,
I still call Australia I still call Australia, I still call Australia home.

Future – Mask Off (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You heard, spit it, yo

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 1: Future]
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain (we ridin’)
Out the bottom, I’m a livin’ proof (super)
Ain’t compromising, half a million on a Coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Interlude: Future]
Four-door Maybach; I drive anything
Buy my Range, make ’em go insane
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
DJ EscoMoe City

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, I got a halo
I level up every time God says so
Shooter on payroll
Lookin’ like Pancho, lookin’ like Pedro
Money trees from Tarzan
Ten dividends gone grow when I say grow
Kung Fu Kenny with the Midas touch
Ain’t no penny that I don’t touch
All my enemy bite on dust
Ain’t no talkin’ when it’s fatal
Havin’ heart, I can’t tell
Half of y’all might need help
I might fall in Rodeo (bitch)
I might ball in Australia (say no more)
I might call her for real (say no more)
All the ass go unveil
Wind blows in the windows
And I snuck in when the vent close
She copy like 10-4
Know who we sent for
Platinum, platinum, platinum
Gotta look at self and ask what happened
How y’all let a conscious nigga go commercial
While only makin’ conscious albums?
How y’all let the braids on TV?
How y’all let the hood at the table?
Now y’all don’t even know how to rate him
Niggas lookin’ like I’m a created player
Everybody who didn’t pay respect
Gotta ‘fess up now and pay ya debt
Gotta lay somethin’ down if makin’ threats
Gotta say somethin’ now, don’t hold ya breath
I mean, I’m floatin’
I got the sauce, got the potion
I got ’em all in convulsions
And emotions, I put careers in negotions
And put the body in the ocean
I made an oath when
My nigga told me to go in
Then he died on a cold bench
All my old friends
Livin’ life on a slow end
Gotta keep shit rollin’
It’s deep (It’s deep)
I done fucked so much I can’t sleep
I done fucked so much I’m retired (swear to God)
I’m ’bout to live my life through Dave Free (swear to God)
She said she broke down when Prince died (it’s alright)
Bitch, my hair down, Prince live through me (I am Prince)
Get your ass up and be inspired (get inspired)
You know how many bodies in the street? (how many?)
Take the mask off so you can see

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Outro: Future]
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off
Ten, ten tears
Mine, said the Lord