Coolest Person in the Room: Natalie Tauger

Popularity is relative, and especially in the digital age. You could have hundreds of thousands of followers online, but be completely unknown in the streets — massively famous on Instagram, YouTube or Twitter, but lack any kind of real, authentic cool in person. For our new series, Coolest Person in the Room, New York-based photographer Megan Walschlager pinpoints all the people whose energy is contagious regardless of their following count or celebrity. Meet Natalie Tauger — the NYC-based fashion consultant and Alaïa enthusiast you need to know.

Tell me about your day job.

I’m a fashion consultant and I work as the fashion director of Karl Templer’s company. Together we work on fashion consulting and styling.

Who are some of your clients?

I split my time a lot with Zara and Ports, which is a brand we’ve been working on their relaunch together. I used to do a lot of work for Tommy Hilfiger and Interview when we worked there.

How did you get into this?

I kind of fell into it through internships. When I was in school I always thought I would do something in theater. I thought I would be a set designer because I love when you see a show and things come down from the sky and come in from the sides. That was so exciting to me as a kid. Then when I got a little older I thought I would be a journalist because I liked to write. When I was in college I then thought I would be some sort of artist. I went to NYU and created my own major mixing photography and art history and visual culture.

I always loved fashion and became obsessed with magazines, so I started studying credits and who was doing what and learning all the names and then I started interning. I met Karl through an internship at Interview. Then Karl left Interview and his assistants at the time asked me to come and work for him and I did. It’s been really organic growth and the education I’ve had from doing all this has been equal to if not greater than the formal education I had growing up.

Have you had a pinch me moment in your career?

I’m super proud of the last Ports show we worked on. I think those pinch me moments don’t really happen until you’re reflecting months later or even years later when you can have that out of body experience and be like, “That was so amazing!” I did a show for Tommy Hilfiger in Shanghai and that was a bit of a pinch me moment because it was right on The Bund in Shanghai and it was all these modern supermodels like Joan and Hailey and Winnie. To do something that big on that scale was really exciting. And I felt really grateful to work with brands that really went for it and pushed it and had conviction in their ideas.

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What’s your current obsession right now?

Obviously I’m really obsessed with instagram just like everyone else. I think I’m really obsessed with glamour and what that means. I’ve felt more drawn to that lately when I start to think about the currents in fashion and what I really like and what I really respond to. I think the way that I dress and the way I present myself is very different than the work I do and sometimes I feel like it would be very interesting to do work that was more in the vein of what I do for myself. And I don’t know of many of my contemporaries or people out there that love to do glamorous fashion in a way that I feel like I can.

What do you think you spend the most money on categorically?

I spend the most money on food. I go out almost every night to eat. Food sneaks up on you because it’s kind of a necessity, whereas it’s easier to be like, “I don’t know if I should spend $500 on that dress,” or whatever. But then you could spend $500 on food in a few days and not even notice.

Where are you from?

I was born in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn in the same hospital my mom was born in — she was very sentimental about that. We lived in Battery Park City ’til I was five and then New Jersey ’til I was 17 and then I came back to the City for college and just stayed ever since.

Are you currently reading anything?

I read like a million articles every day. I feel like I’m more of an article reader, but when it comes to books—

Articles count!

They do, but let’s be real. They kind of don’t. When it comes to books, I just feel like my attention span is not there because I always feel like I need to be doing other things. Like I can read a book on vacation or sometimes on an airplane, but I’m not an open-a-book-before-bed type of bitch.

What’s your relationship with nightlife like?

I love to go out. I wouldn’t say I’m like a nightlife person in that way. I really enjoy it though. The thing is I always feel like in my personal life I like to be in the passenger seat because I make so many decisions at work all the time. If someone is like, “Come here, do this!” I’m totally down to clown, but I’m not someone that’s chasing it. I like to be chased.

“I’m totally down to clown, but I’m not someone that’s chasing it. I like to be chased.”

What was the last concert you went to?

I think it was On the Run with Beyoncé and Jay Z.

What was the first CD you ever had?

It was Alanis Morsette’s Jagged Little Pill. We played it in the car and I had never heard “You Oughta Know” off the radio and she says the “f-word” in it and I remember I started crying because I thought that was such a naughty thing. I had a similar experience with my sister when I bought J.Lo’s first CD. I think the song’s called “Play” where she’s like “Play my mother-fucking song” and my sister and I both started crying [laughs]. We weren’t even raised in a super-religious way, but just to hear somebody we really looked up to curse in that way when we were so young was really polarizing for us.

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What’s your current favorite song?

I really like the Dua Lipa song, “Don’t Start Now.” I watched Love Actually the other night and Justin Timberlake’s first single “Like I Love You” came on and I was like, “Wow, this is such a bop.” Like if this came out today, it would be such a hit.

What’s your getting ready routine?

I’m either doing skincare or I’m doing a full beat. I don’t know how to do that perfect in-between: first date, look-like-I’m-not-trying-too-hard type of makeup. Either it’s nothing or everything. My ritual is that I always have to play music. It’s funny if you were to ask anyone I work with they would say that I hate music because I really don’t like to listen to music when I’m thinking. But when I’m getting ready I need it to sort of amp me up. I definitely don’t drink or anything when I’m getting ready. I need to focus.

To do it properly I really like to have three to four hours. And it’s not because I’m putting sequins all over my face, I just really like to pace it out and I prefer the ritual of getting ready to going out. When my friends come over to get ready I always have the best memories of us walking in and out of the bathroom in half-makeup, talking shit. And then when you go out you’re kind of just like, “I looked better before I went out.”

Also, you can’t control the elements, whereas in your habitat you can control the elements. Like you know which light to look at if you want to feel your oats. Sometimes I get home from a night out and I’m looking all types of whack and I’m like, “You know what? I bet I just started looking like this five seconds ago. It had to have just happened that my hair fell into this part.”

I know exactly how you feel but I always think you look stunning!

The one thing that I like to think about myself is that for being a fashion girl, I am really into the gym and I am quite physical and I felt like that was something that was always considered a faux-pas. Like, to be so out there about my body and be so proud of my physicality. I think we were coming from a place in fashion that people maybe assumed that I dress for men rather than myself. And coming from a place of women being more covered up with Celine and all these brands inspired by menswear. I’m proud of the way I’ve embraced my figure rather than worked against it.

If you could only indulge in one beauty element what would you choose?

Personally I really feel lashes are transformative. Or a spray tan. The other day I was working with a client I have known for many years and she was like, “Oh my god, you look so tired!” And I was like, “No, bitch. I just don’t have lashes on right now and I don’t have a spray tan. This is just what I look like. I’m actually totally rested.”

“I want a drink that a bad mom would give a child to make them fall asleep.”

Do you do your own spray tan or do you go to the professionals?

I go to the professionals — I can’t do that shit myself. I can’t even glue on a strip of lashes. I need to get the extensions. For special occasions, like if it’s my birthday or there’s a party that I’m really looking forward to, then I’ll get someone to do the strip for me on top of the extensions. I never don’t have the extensions.

What is your favorite thing to wear?

Alaïa or nothing at all.

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What is your go-to drink?

I really don’t know that much about alcohol. I always say I want a drink that a bad mom would give a child to make them fall asleep. I like something really sweet.

Okay, so you are going straight to, like, a speciality cocktail list.

Yes, yes, yes. I don’t have one drink. I would probably like a cosmo but I don’t really know what’s in that. There’s this drink at Sel Rrose on Delancey that I love that’s like a vodka pink lemonade.

What do you think are some of the coolest places in New York?

I really like going uptown. I think that’s really fun and glamorous. Especially as someone who spends so much time downtown — there’s something that feels really fun and exotic about going up there. It always feels like living a fantasy of not my real life. I don’t have a particular haunt or something. But my therapist is on the Upper West Side and sometimes afterwards I’ll just walk around and explore. I also really love Times Square.

What do you love about Times Square?

I just really love that people work their whole lives to come see it and for me it’s right in my backyard. I think it gets a really bad rap when it has this fabulous history. And it’s the convergence of so many things that for me are quintessentially New York, and one of them is tourists.

What’s your zodiac sign?

I’m a Virgo and a Scorpio rising. I feel like a quintessential Virgo. People that don’t even know me that well have stopped me in my tracks to ask if I’m a Virgo.

“People are more involved and more aware than ever before. It’s really cool to care.”

What are your predictions for 2020?

I think culturally a lot of that depends on the election because I think that changes the mood. People are more involved and more aware than ever before. It’s really cool to care and I think before people associated cool with indifference, but now I associate indifference with privilege which is not cool at all.

It’s not a prediction, but I have a hope that people will continue to be true to themselves. I think that’s the really exciting gift of social media. Everyone gets a platform and a brand that exists outside of their physical being. They get to create the world that they want to be in.

What is next for you?

I’m really excited about the next Ports show and I’m really excited about the next round of Zara campaigns that we just shot that are coming out because I think they’re gonna be really awesome. I’m really excited about the unknown because there’s mystery there and I think that’s really cool. I’m really excited to continue to figure out what feels right and what makes me feel good.

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Quilly – Quilly Lyrics

Right now we ain’t even gone talk about who the hottest. We just gon’ put that work in ya mean. Quilly 2 you already know what it is. OnDek Entertainment

Yeah, flow is silly
Nigga all the hoes want Quilly
Take a trip to Miami when it’s cold in Philly
You can have the Projects I just hopped off a private jet
I’m on another level, you still sittin’ on steps

Quill so great
Yeah I know, you still gon’ hate
I’m at Felipes watching Mr. Chow grill my steak

I turned my first down into a Moncler
And then I turned my Rolex into Times Square
Hang around bum niggas, you gone be off
I hang around king pings, Imma be a boss
Bring me more mussels I go heavy on the sauce
My hoodie cashmere I’m cut from a different cloth

She know me by my government and rap name
Smokers call me Q, yeah that’s my trap name
I used to scramble over beans then the racks came
I used to shoot the 38 until the mack came
I came up from the seven like a crack game
These niggas runnin ’round tellin, playin’ rat games
I’m at the dealership dropping all change
These youngins’ going broke tryna buy Balmain

First they hate me then they love me again
She had a man, now she single so we f**kin’ again
I change clothes like flows never stuck in the trend
I book money up, f**k it up, tuck it again
One of closest friends told we don’t speak nomore
I rest when I rest in peace I don’t sleep nomore
I at an all you can eat so I can eat nomore
I’ve been faithful to the money, I don’t cheat nomore
They tried to lock me in the cell, put my life in the box

But Imma make a few Mil’ rather you like it or not
I turned the flame up, baking soda, ice in the pot
I spent nights on the corner, came back wit a watch
I spit crack no baggies all caps for this
Show money just to think I used to trap for this
Uh shit goofy, my Rolli’ like Disney Land
I’m from the streets, I used to sleep in my minivan
Whippin’ grams you only wavy on Instagram
I been wavy since niggas was on minute plans
You keep talkin’ about times is hard
You can make time easy go grind some hard

When I was locked up, bitches ain’t write no kites
I miss Dirt Bike Rell, he was nice on bikes
Rest In Peace my nigga Bleak he was killin’ em too
You be rappin’ bout foreigns, I be bringing them through
Uh, Just left Barney’s, call freak for a fresh cut
Why these rappers keep talkin’ bout they next up?
I look better dressed down when you dressed up
It’s OnDek, you need a G5 to catch up

No picks, a bad bitch can get the curve ball
Knock a bird off and then burn down birds off
I’m tired of killin clubs, got me burned out
One night with the gang, now she turned out
Hop out the Bentley, hop in the sprinter
Got tired of losing, I’m living life as a winner
Got tired of oodles and noodles, chicken for dinner
They know me in Ruth’s Chris, you a beginner
I gotta private school my son cuz I ain’t go to school
What the f**k you snitch for when you know the rules?
33 shots in the 57
Boots string hangin’ round the Mac 11
Killed my mixtape, intro, outro
Horses in the four-door, it ain’t Ralph tho
You gettin’ money, but you told like Alpo
If it’s beef imma let the 40′ cal go
Red bottoms with the spikes
My brother drink purple, no sprite
She gave me top, I ain’t even bite
I should do it to her friends out of spite

You already know what it is man. Keep sleeping
Wake the game up. Quilly 2 nigga. What it do, uhh, uh

Prodigy – Stronger Lyrics

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain (Uh-huh)
Inflicted again (And again and again and again) and again
What do they call me? (Know my name, bitch)
My name is Str-Strong (Uh-huh)
Strong (Yeah, ayo)

[Verse 1]
The moonlight shines on the New York skyline
Midtown is lit up, the city is mine
As I drive across Queensbridge, I see it clearly
From my P.O.V. (What do they), this is fact not theory
Yeah, that rapper got money
But that rapper can’t walk through this concrete jungle ’cause he doin’ it wrong
New York belongs to Don P
You could have the rest of the world, I’m good (Strong) with these streets
Skyscrapers and housin’ buildings
I know about London but I prefer Brooklyn
I know about Marseilles but I prefer Queens
And while you hire cops (What do they), I prefer my team
I got a powerful army, it’s no need for a gun
You want hardcore rap? You f**kin with the right one
This is maximum strength, there’s no need for drugs
You want reality rap, homie, you got the right one
I’m

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, (You know what?) Strong

[Verse 2]
Maybe once every tangerine moon I’ll be in the mood to paint the town red with your corpuscles
And plasma, some violent art
These thoughts in the corners (What do they) of my mind are dark
But then the Times Square lights, they switch my whole attitude
Reminds me of billions, that loot
I must persist, I must pursue
The rest of my success (Strong), I am not through
They tried to put my run to an end
But as sure as the point on the state buildin’
I stand tall, wipe the dirt off my clothes when I fall down (What do they), I’m way too strong
This is my town, my subways and sidewalks
I done ran through these gutters like a tunnel rat, pah’
Waist deep, inside of the shit
In the midst of the action where people get hit, look

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, Strong

[Prodigy]
Yeah
You ain’t never been touched means you don’t participate
Within the f**kery, you stay comfortably distant, from pain infliction
Meanwhile I’m (What do they) flirtin’ with Death
She put her lipstick on the collar of my shirt, next to my jugular
I ain’t tryin’ to keep her, I just wanna f**k her
When I pass through I’m too committed to life
She a bitch but I love her refuse to (Strong) part from her
I’m destiny’s child, I survived it all
The most high got a special plan just for me
My table is set,with cake for days
I’m a lil’ bit late but (What do they) it’s okay
My future’s so bright that I gotta wear shades
I follow in the footsteps of LL Cool J
50 and P. Diddy, my relentless drive
To thrive and prosper, made (Strong) me

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again, and again
What do they call me?
My name, is Str-Strong, Strong
What do they
Strong

Plain White T’s – Hey There Delilah

Hey there, Delilah
What’s it like in New York city?
I’m a thousand miles away
But, girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes, you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear, it’s true

Hey there, Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it’s my disguise
I’m by your side

Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there, Delilah
I know times are gettin’ hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there, Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all

Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we’d just laugh along because we’d know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah, I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame

Hey there, Delilah
You be good, and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be makin’ history like I do
You know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there, Delilah, here’s to you
This one’s for you

Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me, oh oh, woah, woah
Oh woah, oh
Oh

DJ Khaled – I Can’t Even Lie (feat. Future & Nicki Minaj) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Future]
Another one (yeah yeah)
We The Best Music!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain’t, I ain’t even got no time to talk
It’s all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you

[Verse 1: Future]
A million dollar cash on me in the studio when I did this verse
My money is longer, my weed is stronger
All my bitches is badder, these niggas is sadder
My rubies got chalice so fuck all the chatter
Tissued the money, I rest on them plaques
King of the Patek, clarity showing without even knowing
Jump out that Lambo with the red bottoms on
The capital going up heavy in Florence
Duffel of Franks just to boost my endurance
Two number ones in a row
I sit back on that Act’ and sit low in that Ghost
Lamborghini got a S, Sierra Leone baguettes, yeah
The gold from my neck, it done got in my flesh, yeah
Parking lot look like a film, yeah
My duffel stuffed with a M, yeah
My shooters at basketball gyms, yeah
I got some permanent scars
I will not wait for tomorrow

[Chorus: Future]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain’t, I ain’t even got no time to talk, it’s all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo
Queen back in the US, low iron, but you pressed
Who lied and said you next? Crying emojis in my group texts
Stay in your bum-ass duplex, it’s Minaj, no group sex
Queen never shuffle, you deal
Just turned down a four-million-dollar shoe deal
Keep your man off my Instagram, bitch
99 problems but ain’t one a damn bitch
G4-fly even when I land, bitch
Lookin’ like Pocahontas, yeah, they want my land, bitch
I’m just exotic, bitch, chronic bitch
Shoe game on psychotic, bitch
Yes, I am iconic, bitch
Pussy get ’em hooked like phonics, sis
Every ball player tryna find this bitch
Ball hard but I’m too fine to fine this bitch
I graduated with honors, bitch
I’m the truth like a motherfuckin’ honest bitch
Full throttle switch
Pick a side, pick a side, they gotta switch
Big MAC billboard out in Times Square
And I ain’t talkin ’bout McDonald’s bitch

[Chorus: Future]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain’t, I ain’t even got no time to talk
It’s all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you

DJ Khaled – I Can’t Even Lie Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Future]
Yeah yeah (Another One)
We The Best Music!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain’t, I ain’t even got no time to talk
It’s all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you

[Verse 1: Future]
A million dollar cash on me in the studio when I did this verse
My money is long, but my weed is stronger
All my bitches is badder, these niggas is sadder
My rubies got chalice so fuck all the chatter
Tissued the money, I rest on them plaques
King of the Patek, clarity showing without even knowing
Jump out that Lambo with the red bottoms on
The capital going up heavy in Florence
Duffel of Franks just to boost my endurance
Two number ones in a row
I sit back on the Ac’ and sit low in that Ghost
Lamborghini got a S, Sierra Leone baguettes
The gold from my neck it done got in my flesh, yeah
Parking lot look like a film, yeah
My duffel stuffed with a M, yeah
My shooters at basketball gyms, yeah
I got some permanent scars
I will not wait for tomorrow

[Chorus: Future]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain’t, I ain’t even got no time to talk, it’s all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Queen back in the US, low iron but you pressed
Who lied and said you next? Crying emojis in my group texts
Stay in your bum-ass duplex, it’s Minaj, no group sex
Queen never shuffle, you deal, just turned down a four-million-dollar shoe deal
Keep your man off my Instagram, bitch
99 problems but ain’t one a damn bitch
G4 fly even when I land, bitch
Lookin’ like Pocahontas, yeah, they want my land, bitch
I’m just exotic, bitch, chronic, bitch, shoe game on psychotic, bitch
Yes, I am iconic, bitch, pussy get ’em hooked like phonics, sis
Every ball player tryna find this bitch, ball hard but I’m too fine to fine this bitch
I graduated with honors, bitch, I’m the truth like a motherfuckin’ honest bitch
Full throttle switch, pick a side, pick a side, they gotta switch
Big Mac billboard out in Times Square and I ain’t talkin ’bout McDonald’s bitch

[Chorus: Future]
Lamborghini got a S
Parking lot look like a movie
My sex drive leave her woozy
Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat
I ain’t, I ain’t even got no time to talk
It’s all up to you, baby
Diamonds dancing on my rubies
Savage mode is on ruthless
Nah, I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you
I can’t even lie to you, I can’t even lie to you

Problem – Moneeey

Now, who’s hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who’s mostly Goldie down
To the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain’t nothing change but my limp
Can’t stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
You don’t believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don’t play around it’s a bet lay it down
Nigga didn’t know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I’m the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can’t no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[2X]

Yeah yeah, ahaha, I’m the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you’d rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinking now’s
When all the balling stops, nigga never
Home gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we’ll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won’t stop
Now what you gonna do when it’s cool
Bag a money much longer than yours
And a team much stronger than yours, violate me
This’ll be your day, we don’t play
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain’t enough time here, ain’t enough lime here
For you to shine here, deal with many women
But treat dimes fair, and I’m
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[2X]

Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I’m flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it’s cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain’t no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.
Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here’s my phone number
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
On trizack, leave your ass kizzack

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[3X]

What’s going on?
What’s going on?
I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[3X]

Weslynn – New York Minute lyrics

A little bit here
A little bit there
All the pieces my heart could spare
You’re my sunshine
And these city lights don’t compare
You’re standing there, with your overcoat
But you feel so bare

Is it ever really fair?
All the nights I spent away from you

I want next to you
And I’ll confess to you
For you there is no limit
Dear, we’re falling faster than a New York minute
I want next to you
And all your affections too
For you there is no limit
Dear we’re falling faster than a New York minute

Together a pair
Anywhere with you I swear
To the Brooklyn bridge, or even Times Square
Between the bustling streets
The sirens and police
I can hear you
I can hear your heartbeat

I want next to you
And I’ll confess to you
For you there is no limit
Dear, we’re falling faster than a New York minute
I want next to you
And all your affections too
For you there is no limit
Dear we’re falling faster than a New York minute

I never want to see you go
Falling and we lose control
Only took a minute to know
To know

I want next to you
And I’ll confess to you
For you there is no limit
Dear, we’re falling faster (falling faster)
I want next to you
And I’ll confess to you
For you there is no limit
Dear, we’re falling faster than a New York minute

I want next to you
And all your affections too
For you there is no limit
Dear we’re falling faster than a New York minute

Regina Spektor – New Year lyrics

[Verse 1]
She sets her alarm
Five minutes to midnight
And wakes just in time
To greet the new year
Remembers the kisses
Remembers the laughter
And all that’s gone away

[Verse 2]
She shuffles around
Turning the lights on
Goes to the kitchen
Gets the champagne
Opens the window
And wrapped in a blanket
Begins to count and wait
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
[Chorus]
Happy new year, happy new year

[Verse 3]
They say you can hear it
Over the island
Starting in Times Square and spreading throughout
A roar like the ocean
It comes from a distance
Grows louder then turns quiet

[Verse 4]
She sits in a dream
Or in a memory
While old conversations play in her ears
Sometimes the minutes feel longer than hours
Some days feel long as years

[Pre-Chorus]
She just glad she gets to be around
To see another spring come to this town

[Chorus]
Happy new year, happy new year
To you

[Verse 5]
She sets her alarm
Five minutes to midnight
And wakes just in time
To say her goodbyes
Thanking the old year for all it has brought her
No mention of the things it took away

[Verse 6]
She shuffles around
Turning the lights out
Closes the window
Checks on the locks
Folds up the blanket
Empties the bottle
And leaves it in the hallway dark

[Pre-Chorus]
She’s just glad she gets to be around
To see another spring come to this town

[Chorus]
Happy new year, happy new year
Happy new year, happy new year
Happy new year, happy new year
To you

Happy new year, happy new year
Happy new year, happy new year

Happy new year, happy new year
To you