Lana Del Rey – Looking For America Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Took a trip to San Francisco
All  our friends said we would jive
Didn’t  work, so I left for Fresno
It was quite a scenic drive
Pulled over to watch the children in the park
Used  to only worry about them after dark

[Chorus]
I’m  still looking for my own version of America
One without the gun, where the flag can freely fly
No  bombs in the sky, only fireworks when you and I collide
It’s just a dream I had in mind
It’s just a dream I had in mind
It’s just a dream I had in mind

[Verse 2]
Took  a flight to New York City
I miss that Hudson River line
Took the train back to Lake Placid
That’s another space and time
Where we used to go to drive-ins and listen to the blues
So many things that I think twice about before I do, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m still looking for my own version of America
One without the gun, where the flag can freely fly
No bombs in the sky, only fireworks when you and I collide
It’s just a dream I had in mind
It’s just a dream I had in mind
It’s just a dream I had in mind

[Outro]
It’s just a dream I had in mind

Cathie Ryan – The Lights Of San Francisco lyrics

[Verse]
The lights of San Francisco
Shone on the city floor
Joe worked on in the city
‘Til the dawn came around once more

[Verse]
He came from Galway
Came over recently
And Lucy from the USA
Smiled at his naiveté

[Verse]
In the rocky places of his heart
No one had ever seen
Lucy picking cockles
And Lucy planting seeds

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
Came the marching bands of July
And their silver shadows flew
Ah, two by two, red and blue
Through the summer evening

[Verse]
He said, “All my troubles
Never wander very far
I like to hear music
But I like it on a blue guitar”

[Verse]
“And there is no end to the money
A guy wants to hold in his hand
The sky hung with airplanes
And no peace upon the land”

[Verse]
“And the folks on television
That lie with every breath
And insult you with visions
Of cheap life and cheaper death”

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
“And there is no home for me now
But I’ll go on loving you
‘Til there is no more music
And the guitar is no longer blue”

Crimsly Cranberrydale – Mission Accomplished lyrics

There was a time when
A family were like animals
Eating their children
At Christmas time where no one cares
The truth is here
The truth we finally see
Its called “The Roast Game”
You first ask
What is special about a holiday roast?
They answer
How about ham?
How about turkey?
How about chicken, pork, or beef?
You say none of that at all
What or who do you think is “special”?
You’ll say children

Sasha, there used to be 300,000 churches in America
Bryan Mullins ordered Trump to bomb all of them
Now there’s 48
Sasha there’s not a single one in San Francisco
And now I believe that Christmas is no more

Mission Accomplished
Ooh.
None of their values are ever good
Giving is not good
And telling lies and tricking you is worse
Now its gone
Now its gone
Now America really cares

Bryan I wish you were my father
And Sasha I wish you were my loving mother
And the world is never the same
Since you came along
Sasha, Trump is the greatest president
In American History

Mission Accomplished
Ooh
When you don’t believe in Christmas back then
Its like they wish I never been born at all

Just like African Americans
They never really came from Africa
They were Caucasian
Domesticated
Deserved and earned no rights at all
Why oh why
Why do you never understand?
Ohhhh
What did they do to work for anything
Thats why giving is not a good thing
You don’t want it
You don’t need it
You don’t earn it
You don’t deserve it
If I was a prisoner, would you let me go
This will not note
These people will not note
Never knew the point
Never knew
Ohhh

No
Why would families eat our children since 1998?
Hey hey!
Its religious instinct

It was just like An All Dogs Go To Heaven Christmas Carol
Were all just animals who ate our children but
Never cared
Only enjoyed
Why decorate your house
When you should turn yourselves in.

Oooh
Ooh yeah
Now that’s all over
Everyone can see
Mission accomplished
Now all these 18,568,322 children rest in peace.

How I cry so softly….

Lil B – Billionare lyrics

[Verse 1]
The bitch look mad, you’re stressed out
I don’t give a shit, fuck her in the mouth
Bitch Mob niggas know what we about
Thank you BasedGod, fuck my bitch now
Everybody know the BasedGod fucked my bitch
I’m out in Detroit tryna hit a lick
Everybody know BasedGod fucked my bitch
Everybody scream “BasedGod fucked my bitch!”
[?] with that…
I own real estate, I own a… block nigga
BasedGod, I want a fat bitch
In Beverley Hills getting ratchet
Shout out to LA, them some real niggas
Yeah I still jerk and I kill niggas
I need a bad bitch right now
And tell that ho I need a hundred thou

[Chorus]
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod done fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch

[Verse 2]
And I buy hoes
Hundred thousand for a show, that’s just how it goes
Fuck my bitch BasedGod, I’m fat now
Pretty boys in this bitch, I’m getting racks now
I’m a OG, the whole 5’9″
What that mean bitch, tall as a glass of wine
Did you drink or did you get drunk?
Nigga do I look a fucking punk?
Do I look like I got jumped?
All these bitches look like Taylor Swift
Nigga play with me, get the whole K clip
Pulled out the ladder then I made him strip
Shout out to Richmond on that gangster shit
Shout out to Berkley on that gangster shit
Shout out San Francisco on that gangster shit
Wordwide Lil B, I’m on the map bitch

[Chorus]
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod done fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch

[Interlude]
Ay man we coming for these billions like I said mane. Hundred thousand for a beat. Hundred thousand for a feature. You feel me. Hundred thousand for a show. They don’t believe me? Go check, Ayy man tell ’em, we coming for the billions. Ayy man only billions man. Like I said man it’s your boy Lil B, we in this thang billionaire type

[Outro]
Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions
[?] Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. [?]

Lil B – Still Going lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, going, going, going
Aye, she still going
Aye, shout out San Francisco
Aye, shout out… aye

[Verse 1]
The bitch still ho-in’ (Ho-in’)
Don’t lie (Don’t lie)
Bend over (Bend over)
From the side (From the side)
Crackhead bitch twerkin’ for a sack (Sniff!)
I’m a lesbian lookin’ for a strap (Mwah!)
Fuck nigga, you can handle all that (All that!)
Take a couple loads off my back (Back!)
Pull out the ladder (Ladder!)
Got the hammer (Hammer!)
I’mma fuckin’ plumber (Plumber)
I’mma fuckin’ general (Pack)
You don’t love Lil B, then fuck ’em (Fuck ’em!)
Playin’ games nigga, I ain’t bout no discussion (Judge ’em)
All my niggas comin’ from the projects (Projects)
All my bitches come from the suburbs
Niggas hatin’ on me, you a dumb nigga (Dumb nigga)
Bitch ass nigga, you the n-word (Fuck ’em!)
Bitches know about Lil B (Lil B!)
Niggas know about Lil B (Figaro!)

[Verse 2]
The bitch don’t got a job (Job!)
But make money (Money!)
How the fuck you do that, ho? (Ho!)
The bitch talk a lot (A lot!)
But ain’t funny (Ha ha!)
Shut the fuck up, ho!
Beat my bitch like Floyd Mayweather (Weather!)
Beat my bitch like Lil Reese (Hah!)
These hoes be snitchin’ (Snitchin’!)
That’s why the bitch deceased (Damn!)
I ain’t playin’ no games (No games!)
I ain’t sayin’ no names (No names!)
I ain’t playin’ with no bitch (No bitch!)
And I ain’t playin’ with no nigga (No nigga!)
This that Platinum Flame Lil B (Lil B!)
This that 5 with the 43 (43!)
I can’t respect no snitch nigga (Naw!)
These hoes lyin’ on a rich nigga (Rich nigga!)

Turnover – Super Natural lyrics

[Verse 1]
On the last weekend before the fall
Down at the beach carnival
Spinning slowly with the carousel
Your gold hoop earrings go so well
With the little yellow light
Shining on a foggy day
Painting you a pretty shade
Like you were a girl in a water color

[Chorus]
I could try but I can’t explain
How I do, I just know it
Something supernatural
And I’m feeling super natural
I don’t know how but I can say
That I found my religion
When nothing was ahead of us
That week in California

[Verse 2]
Hold on, won’t the water be too cold?
Out of your mind and you’re still so photogenic
I like the lighting on you right at sun down
We’ve talked too much to ever go back to the way it was

[Chorus]
I could try but I can’t explain
How I do, I just know it
It’s something supernatural
And I’m feeling super natural
I don’t know how but I can say
That I found my religion
When nothing was ahead of us
That week in California

[Bridge]
Maybe I imagined it being so good
Man, it seems like everything I remember doing
We were in a cloud and I can’t tell if it was in my head
Or in San Francisco

[Chorus]
I could try but I can’t explain
How I do, I just know it
It’s something supernatural
And I’m feeling super natural
I don’t know how but I can say
That I found my religion
When nothing was ahead of us
That week in California

Bee Gees – Massachusetts Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Feel I’m going back to Massachusetts
Something’s telling me I must go home

[Chorus]
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
The day I left her standing on her own

[Verse 2]
Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco
Gotta do the things I wanna do

[Chorus 2]
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
They brought me back to see my way with you

[Verse 3]
Talk about the life in Massachusetts
Speak about the people I have seen

[Chorus 3]
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts
And Massachusetts is one place I have seen

[Outro]
(I will remember Massachusetts)
I will remember Massachusetts
(I will remember Massachusetts)
I will remember Massachusetts
(I will remember Massachusetts)
I will remember Massachusetts
Massachusetts

Stu Larsen – Chicago Song (Resolute Album)

She came down from Chicago
Where the mighty winds blow
She was a picture in a frame
And she said
I gotta hit the highway
Are you going my way
She didn’t say her name
And I said
Well I’ve been looking for a girl like you
To come and travel with a boy like me
Won’t you come and sing a little melody
And I’ve been waiting for a partner in crime
To split every dollar and share every dime
Won’t you come and sing a little harmony

Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Through Colorado
And on to the next show
We were dancing in the street
It didn’t matter where we were
As long as we’re together
We could always feel the beat
Cause I’ve been looking for a girl like you
To come and travel with a boy like me
Won’t you come and sing a little melody
And I’ve been waiting for a partner in crime
To split every dollar and share every dime
Won’t you come and sing a little harmony
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm

We hit San Francisco
And it felt just like home
And we didn’t want to leave
But we got back on the road
And we were following the coast
To see what we could see
I’ve been looking for a girl like you
To come and travel with a boy like me
Won’t you come and sing a little melody
And I’ve been waiting for a partner in crime
To split every dollar and share every dime
Won’t you come and sing a little harmony
And I’ve been looking for a girl like you
To come and travel with a boy like me
Won’t you come and sing a little melody
And I’ve been waiting for a partner in crime
To split every dollar and share every dime
Won’t you come and sing a little harmony
(Harmonica Solo)
Cause I’ve been looking for a girl like you
To come and travel with a boy like me
Won’t you come and sing a little melody
And I’ve been waiting for a partner in crime
To split every dollar and share every dime
Won’t you come and sing a little harmony
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Down in San Diego
It’s as far is we’ll go
I still don’t know her name

Lomepal – Bryan Herman (Flip Deluxe Album)

[Couplet 1]
Dix fractures, six entorses, ça renforce mais j’ai appris à aimer les bienfaits de s’ken
Board Nozbone, taille 8,5 : pour mes grosses chevilles, j’ai du confort en rab
Gros flow, gros morceaux, jamais un aussi bon rappeur n’avait vraiment fait de skate
Feeble front, hard flip, jamais un vrai skatteur n’avait été aussi fort en rap

[Refrain]
J’me déplace en skate
Dégaine de clochard à la Chris Cole
J’ai la dalle, j’ai pas d’oseille, du son dans les oreilles, j’me crois à San Francisco
Ça rend immortel, au-d’ssus des autres, faut rouler pour le croire
J’me sens immortel, faut rouler pour le croire

[Couplet 2]
Antoine, c’était un vrai piss drunk, c’est c’que les panneaux disent
J’me suis déjà tout cassé cinq fois
Nouvelle board, nouveaux poignets : j’ai pas lu la notice
Aujourd’hui, ça va skater comme un autiste
J’suis en forme, j’ai bouffé six steaks
J’descends dans la rue comme à la fin des sixties
J’suis un vrai, pas une pisseuse en mode cystite
Nique les règles, nique le système, roule une grosse saucisse d’herbe
Beaucoup trop d’énergie en moi pour que je m’asseye
J’reste debout, j’suis toujours bien calé comme un feeble
En road trip de Marseille jusqu’à Marbella
Y’a des sessions pour lesquelles j’aurais claqué ma paie
Sauter cent fois les mêmes marches en braillant : "C’est mal"
Mais j’continuais jusqu’à c’que les croûtes sur mes bras en aient marre
C’est d’la magie, imagine
J’resserrais mes jeans à la machine à coudre pour ressembler à Bryan Herman

[Couplet 3]
Quand j’étais p’tit, le skate y’avait qu’aux States que c’était cool (Ouais)
Nous, on vivait dans un pays inculte (Ouais)
S’habiller bien, c’t’tait ultra cher
Chaque trajet, j’avais un vrai style de thrasher
Mais j’ai jamais eu d’quoi m’en payer un pull (Jamais)
Logo sur le t-shit dessiné au Posca
On filmait toutes nos sessions, jusqu’à en mériter un Oscar
Demande à Jessy, aux Bloby’s, à Kamel ou à Claude
Combien d’spots on a retourné sur le globe
Plus on était peace, plus on v’nait nous faire chier comme Tatie Danielle
Y’avait toujours des bouffons qui voulaient nous braquer l’panier (Hey)
Un long bout d’bois, deux bouts d’fer, quatre gommes dures
C’est pas leurs bras qui gagnaient

[Refrain]
J’me déplace en skate
Dégaine de clochard à la Chris Cole
J’ai la dalle, j’ai pas d’oseille, du son dans les oreilles, j’me crois à San Francisco
Ça rend immortel, au-d’ssus des autres, faut rouler pour le croire
J’me sens immortel, faut rouler pour le croire

[Couplet 4]
J’passe mes nuits à cracher des lames au stud’
Les gens sont si petits, ça m’élève l’âme au-d’ssus
Le skate, c’était pareil sauf que quand ça nous donnait la gaule à mort, c’était pas encore la mode, zut
Aujourd’hui, c’est hype mais j’suis trop vieux pour les médailles
Et j’me sens mal si j’bois pas beaucoup d’eau l’matin
Ça, c’est ma kryptonite, c’est ma gousse d’ail
J’ai pas fait d’boxe thaï mais j’ai des tibias qui ressemblent à des couteaux à pain
Les modes et les marques passent pas le magma
Qui a connu la boule au ventre sur les quatre blocs du MACBA ?
Certainement pas tous ces suiveurs tristes
J’baise tout c’que Justin Bieber tweete, j’danse comme Oliver Twist

[Outro]
Quand je péterai les plombs
Tout l’monde s’y attendra
Je commence à ressembler à tous ces tristes puristes que je déteste dans l’rap
Alors stoppez-moi avant que je devienne une merde
Pitié, stoppez-moi, c’est pas moi, c’est la nature humaine

Spose – Used To (Good Luck With Your Life Album)

[Verse 1]
I’m a night owl, and a early bird
You need two stones, to get me to stop it
I’m used to, not sleeping
My pillow thinks that I’m cheating on it
Got mansions all on my checklist
No time to chill or watch Netflix
Me and Joey on a mission
I’ll play every position
Plus I’m coaching, bro don’t question my devotion
I’m approaching other levels so they hate again
I don’t blink at little children, what’s my age again?
I guess they thought that I was buried, ’cause my face was looking furry
Wasn’t worried, I’m like Stephen Curry when he played for Davidson
I’m overworked and underrated, but I’m used to it
Everybody else sucks, shouldn’t do music
Even when I’m joking, there’s truth to it
I’m always working, so I
Keep my hands dirty, need to get in the hamper
I’m fine, but never satisfied, you know, can’t get no
Driving automatic, but I’m setting the standard
I went from playing Sanford to San Francisco
Octane alert like amber
You can’t see the trees through the forest
Don’t you wish I had my horoscope?
Cancer
People don’t try, people don’t try
Whoops, now your chance gone by
Can you tell me why

[Hook: J Spin]
Why everything gotta be about you?
Now you ain’t getting love, and you see how much we do
This whole year we getting used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
We bout to set our crew loose
[?]
Used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
Bout to set our crew loose
[?]

[Verse 2: Spose]
Ayup
Okay
The old shit our crew’ll do is new to you
We heard "oh"s all around us like a hula hoop
Man, I feel like my medulla grew, the shit that I maneuvered through
I’m feeling like a supergroup (Spizzy)
When I first had my epiphany while whippin’ my vehicular
I’ll write blue collar symphonies, my people in particular
Detail it specifically, not lying like a senator
Got ice in my periphery, I’m cold, single integer
Man, my moves been enumerated, you been looking agitated
Gravitated to some people who could pay me
I made some albums, made some babies
You were lazy, sitting, bitching
I slid in like it was lubricated
So who’s debating?
You don’t work and you’re a pussy like your neutered baby
I’m from Maine, my flow Hawaii, get the ukulele
And then what?
And tell me why

[Hook: J Spin]
Why everything gotta be about you?
Now you ain’t getting love, and you see how much we do
This whole year we getting used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
We bout to set our crew loose
[?]
Used to, damn
Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
‘Bout to set our crew loose
Ooh do noo

[Outro: J-Spin & Spose]
I woke up on my sofa, no there’s no place like home
Told my mama I’m sober
Then I called Joe on the phone
I said we got no time to hang around, aye
The stupid check our bank accounts
*[?]*
Go ‘head let it ride for a minute
God damn
Wells, Maine in this bitch
J Spin
Peter, Maine Gretsky
God.Damn.Chan
God.Damn.Chan’s from like Standish, though

Sammy Davis Jr. – The Rhythm Of Life lyrics

Daddy started out in San Francisco,
Tootin’ on his trumpet loud and mean.
Suddenly a voice said, “Go forth, Daddy.
Spread the picture on a wider screen. “

And the voice said, “Daady, there’s a million pigeons
Ready to be hooked on new religions.
Hit the road, Daddy. Leave your common-law wife.
Spread the religion of the rhythm of life. “

And the rhythm of life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom, rhythm in the street,
Yes, the rhythm of life is a powerful beat.

To feel the rhythm of life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet.

Daddy spread the gospel in Milwaukee,
Took his walkie-talkie to Rocky Ridge,
Blew his way to Canton, then to Scranton,
Till he landed under the Manhattan Bridge.

Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, going down below.

Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation,
Built up quite an operation down below.
With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing,
All the cats were go, go, going down below.

Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Fly, fly, fly to Daddy.

Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Swim, swim, swim to Daddy.

Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy.

And the rhythm of life is a powerful beat,
Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet,
Rhythm in your bedroom, rhythm in the street,
Yes, the rhythm of life is a powerful beat.

To feel the rhythm of life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet.

To feel the rhythm of life,
To feel the powerful beat,
To feel the tingle in your fingers,
To feel the tingle in your feet.

Flip your wings and fly to Daddy,
Take a dive and swim to Daddy,
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy,
Daddy we got the rhythm of life,
Of life, of life, of life.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Man!

Tony Bennett – I Left My Heart In San Francisco (Tony Bennett Celebrates 90 Album)

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I’ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I’m going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me

Emily Kinney – Michael lyrics

[Verse 1]
I never could believe in God
But always willing to give it a shot
If there is such thing as magic human souls
Well, then mine looks a lot like Michael
Yes, my soul looks a lot like Michael

[Verse 2]
Manhattan baby, drop-out, drug abuse
Naively feel I’ve walked around in his shoes
He looked so thirsty when my heart is full
So, I pour every drop out to Michael
Yes, I pour out my soul to Michael

[Chorus]
Oh, San Francisco savior
Do you remember me?
In a backseat on a golden bridge
Kissing

Let’s forget about the tears I’ve cried
And let’s hold on to that first night

[Verse 3]
Under the table he took my hand
We sat across from the Green Day band
All of those boys but I could only see his face
Think how me and Michael, we are just the same
Yes, me and Michael, we are just the same

[Bridge]
I might’ve had a boy, and he a girlfriend
But on nights like those nights, rules always bent
I’d give up anything to feel understood
I’d give up anything to feel understood
I’d give up anything to feel understood
I’d give up and run away if Michael would

[Chorus]
Oh, San Francisco savior
Do you remember me?
Oh, San Francisco savior
Berkeley’s been breathing
Oh, San Francisco savior
Please remember me
In a backseat on a golden bridge
Kissing

[Outro]
Let’s forget about the tears I’ve cried
And let’s hold on to that first night