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Doja Cat – Popping Lyrics

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[Sample]
We were playing the Powerpuff Girls and Buttercup was a monster and I played the Mayor and Blossom was Ms. Bellum
Then Buttercup wanted to pretend she was Blossom, but Blossom wanted to be Blossom, and I wanted to be Bubbles, but they told me I couldn’t
And no one wants to be me!

I’m sensitive you know

[Hook]
Get out my bubble
If you ain’t popping like I am
Bitch you ain’t popping like I am
Bitches ain’t popping like I am

If you ain’t popping (x8)
No one wants to be me! (x4)

[Verse 1]
Get the point
You don’t get my point
(Ain’t popping )
You ain’t winnin’ you ain’t gettin’ points
(Like I do )
Just be sharp, just like me I pop
Like a bubble butt
Careful when it drop
You baffoon popping like balloon
NPR drop my fucking tune
I’m so powerpuff I am so cartoon
I’m hunting wabbits you a looney toon
We pop a bottle then I pop my fuckin poon
Been the queen since I was in the womb
I’ma iPod you’re a fuckin zune
Out my bubble lil bitch give me room

Fuck out my bubble like Glinda
No clarinet out my bubble like squidward
I am that bitch cuz I sample Nintendo
No sugar coat out my bubble like Splenda

[Hook]
Get out my bubble
If you ain’t popping like I am
Bitch you ain’t popping like I am
Bitches ain’t popping like I am

If you ain’t popping (x8)
No one wants to be me! (x4)

[Bridge]
You could shade but it’s factual
You ain’t team if you ain’t popping like this
Bet you dream bout being popping like this
It’s a shame you ain’t popping like this

This don’t come natural
Workin’ hard on a 9-5 shift
Everyday’s just another celebration
All you fakes need get how I live

[Sample]
Thank goodness, I found you!
Are you okay?
Did you stop the giant ant?
What’s the matter? Why don’t you say anything?
Oh, I get it! You’re too cool to talk to a dork like me, right?
Fine!
Bubbles! Nope, bubbles!
I’m not listening

[Hook]
Get out my bubble
If you ain’t popping like I am
Bitch you ain’t popping like I am
Bitches ain’t popping like I am

[Post Hook]
If you could shade but it’s factual
You ain’t team if you ain’t popping like this
Bet you dream ’bout being popping like this
It’s a shame you ain’t popping like this

This don’t come natural
Workin’ hard on a 9-5 shift
Everyday’s just another celebration
All you fakes need get how I live

[Sample]
First you take the pink and then some blue
And then the green and then more pink
And then a dash of blue
Coloring, coloring, coloring
Grab another color, doo dee doo!
Mwah, I drew us

Northlane – Singularity lyrics

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[An excerpt of a Terrence McKenna speech:]
“We have to stop consuming our culture. We have to create culture. Don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time, where you are now, is the most immediate sector of your universe. And if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, you are disempowered. You are giving it all away to icons. Icons which are maintained by an electronic media, so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion. And what is real is you and your friends, your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, and your fears. And we are told no. We’re unimportant, we’re peripheral, get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that, and then you’re a player. You don’t even want to play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world. Where is that at?”

Vince Staples – Get The Fuck Off My Dick Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my art or my bitch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my art or my bitch
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I ain’t taking no more calls, might think bout calling it quits
Press is trying to block my blessings, no more talking to Vince
NPR and XXL man I can’t tell which is which
Mr. Mark, I think my label need a marketing switch
Hold up, switch the flow up, I won’t roll for nothing
Rappers ho up, then they blow up, guess who do the fucking?
VMA and Grammy snubbing
Not walking through no clubs, homie you can keep your money
It don’t do nothing for me
Heard they looking for me yeah, you’se a dummy yeah
Have somebody find your body parts, run and run it yeah
Ay bay bay, ain’t for play
Steal the steaks, steal the RAF
(And them RAF’s is ugly by the way, we see you got money to spend but none the less)

[Chorus]
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my art or my bitch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my art or my bitch
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

[Verse 2]
I’m from Ramona, no school diploma
We caught him slipping, he in a coma
You got two choices, lose your life or your persona
I still voices from them nights I hit the corners
Walked through the MoMA
Just did the feature, hit the scene, and blew the quota
I might (?) for the sofa
Might save my Nike check and spend my Coca-Cola
Don’t count my packets, pocket rocket then you tow up
Time to glow up from the flow up how I came
You don’t know my bank, bitch don’t act like you don’t know my name
Don’t record me man, bitch you see me trying to board this plane
Don’t you touch my frame, still the one who bust you in the brain
I don’t fuck with fame, you don’t see me in no fucking chains
Ain’t no fucking slave, Def Jam make ’em put me on no pay
This the sound I made, won’t nobody knock me off my wave
I’m the god in this, fuck up off my dick

[Chorus]
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my art or my bitch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man my art or my bitch
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick