ASAP Rocky – A$Ap Forever (feat. Moby)

I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
True to truth somehow
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
But never truly lied at all, then and now
[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
Gang, gang
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
I never meant to lie
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
They tryna front on the gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back
Gang, gang, gang

I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
True to truth somehow
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
(Game, game, game, game)
True to truth somehow
[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
But never truly lied at all
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
But never truly lied at all, then and now
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
True to truth somehow
Truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
True to truth somehow
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
In love with my bitch cause she bi
True to truth somehow

In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes

But never truly lied at all, then and now

Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos

Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

Post Malone – Stay (Live)

I’ll put you out of your misery
[Chorus]

Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)

Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
I love that shit and so do you
I’ll put you out of your misery
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
Damn, who are we right now?
[Verse 1]
So beautiful, please woman

And tell me what you think
But don’t break your back for me
Everybody’s blind when the view’s amazin’
[Refrain]
Don’t break your back for me
Tell me, what are we to do

[Verse 2]
Maybe we’re used to this
I’m here, but don’t count on me to stay
Can we have a little conversation?
Chasin’ pain with an excuse
You know that I’m too drunk to talk right now
Mr. Andrew Watt, ladies and gentlemen
You said that it’s all that you want and more
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
Figure it out with no intoxication
I’m here, but don’t count on me to…
Every time we make up, the truth is faded
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
It’s like we only play to lose

Stay a little longer if you convince me
It’s true that all that you know is all that you are
You put your cigarette out on my face
I’m here, but don’t count on me to stay
[Chorus]
We’re never wrong, how the hell we gonna make it?
Fuck off and pour another drink
[Guitar Solo]
We carry on, what is our motivation?

I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
[Chorus]
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
You tell me all the things that you have against me
[Refrain]
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went

Hayley Kiyoko – Curious (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
[Chorus]
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?
[Verse 1]
I’m just curious, is it serious?
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
Been looking through the texts and all the photos
I’m just curious, is it serious?
But shit is all good
No, don’t you worry I can handle it

But don’t you worry I can handle it
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)

[Chorus]
When you look at the sky
What you been up to?

I’m just curious, is it serious?

[Bridge]
Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?
No, don’t you worry I can handle it
If you let him, if you let him
Are we just friends?
[Pre-Chorus]
No, don’t you worry, I can handle it
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
Calling me up, so late at night
I’m just curious, is it serious?
[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 2]
You say you wanted me, but you’re sleeping with him
Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?

Been looking through the texts and all the photos
I need a drink, whiskey ain’t my thing
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)

I don’t believe you
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model

[Chorus]
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)

I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
But don’t you worry I can handle it
You think of me, I’m what you see
You’ve been out of reach, could you explain?
Who’s been loving you good?
Been looking through the texts and all the photos
I’m just curious, is it serious?
I can handle things- like I wish that you would
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
You ain’t been loving me right (yeah)
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?
But don’t you worry, I can handle it
I think that you should
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
Yeah
I’m just curious, is it serious?
Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?
Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to?

Joe Moses – Back Goin Brazy (feat. Future)

[Chorus: Future]
Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy be pushin’, that’s so fo’ real
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I put the that B on everything, married to us is a gang gang
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
All of my dawgs, they ’bout it, ’bout it (I’m goin’ too brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy

[Intro: Joe Moses & Future]
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
Smokin’ on gas by the pound from the West Boast
My man kickin’ shit like he Bruce Lee
I’m back with a three piece, (back with a three piece, back with a three piece)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
These racks on me, I got the bracks on me, I got the racks on me, I got the bracks
I’m back with the shooters, we [?] like Cuban

they know that they know it Ain’t no more fuckin’ with Jody, L.A.
Smilely and P.T forever, B, he gonna get the cheddar
[Verse 3: Future]
She bad, she on duty, I’m back makin’ movies
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
[?] where them youngings at who gon’ make the bottle go ring, ring
[?] my nigga he killin’, free all my niggas they illin’
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin’ it down on the West Boast
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
I got the bracks on bracks, the bales, the bales, they come to get taxed
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
Kick back and boolin’, what’s brackin’? 400 clips in the wagon
Margiela and Louis, ya hoe is a groupie (what?!)
Fuck it I’ll sign for a bird (Prrr), throw it on caption and post it
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I pulled a bitch from the West Boast, I came back with the nitro
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
Too much diamonds it’s chain gang, all of my bitches’ throwback
Bzzz all on your head like a bee be
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
[Chorus: Future]
She want pink roses, I put diamonds on her toes
I put the B diamonds all on my neck and my wrist and then all on my ring, ring
L.A. they know that they know it they know that they know it, L.A.
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)

More like a [?] man, Twist, my nigga forever

I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
Them niggas know, we shoot and you don’t (what?!)
My niggas raw and they so fo’ real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo’ real
I got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get wacked
Stop actin’ stupid, my niggas they foolish (what?!)
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
NWB in the building, fuck it I’ll sign for a million
Shoot up your set, the K’s out, niggas they shoot, but never kill
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
Blacking the track with a codine, all of my bitches’ is slouchy

[Chorus: Future]
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci

Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty – Who Run It (Freestyle)

Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer
Ride around town, you the one that licked her
Glistenin’ in these fucking diamonds
Don’t talk, do a nigga do or die
Bitch on my dick, that’s a love spell (yeah)
Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin’
Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies?
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)
And these niggas they mad ’cause I’m richer than them

What is a one-on-one, nigga? We jumpin’ niggas
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
We run it, not opps
You a lil’ pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin’
Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain’t BlocBoy
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
Nigga, I’m a real ass nigga, ain’t fake a nigga
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her
Internet flexin’ with the phone or somethin’
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin’ niggas
1400/800 lil’ nigga, flexin’ paper nigga
Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin’ bros
14
Throwing gang signs, call it [?] nigga
Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack
Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?]
Bad bitch and I’m fucking shining
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
I ain’t really with the fucking foolery
They don’t want that war, go home or somethin’
Y’all don’t even know how a nigga live
Totin’ gats jit, all my niggas ride
Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin’
Glock out, running we empty 12
You know what the fuck goin’ on
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)
Bitch with the shits call her Annabelle (yeah)
[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
I don’t play, pussy, wish a nigga try
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)
When they talking fly, man it’s suicide
Taking trips to the fucking islands
Pull up deep, wide body nigga
Huh, Big 14 Bitch
Not us Ayy, who you think you ahead of?
Ridin’ ’round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz
‘Cause that’d be the night niggas die
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
I don’t fuck with opps, all y’all niggas’ hoes
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy
Ha, real player like my pops (pops)
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them
You the type run to the sheriff (hah)
Can’t nobody at QC get punked, nigga
Met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
Big 14, fuck the other side
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new ‘Rari
Do a trill, catch another body though
Just to go and switch gears (skrt)
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat
Guess these guys don’t realize
Man, this shit ain’t new to me
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
Buyin’ whips, yeah, we into that
Real niggas live by the code
Gang
That red dot right between your eyes
Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn’t double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
With my nigga too, head off the pole
Boy you young, where your Similac?
Hundred niggas in your section
In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
Lil’ nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized
I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands
Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly
Thirty round in my Glock
Lil’ nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Fuck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah)
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Don’t make me make another mama cry
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Niggas act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. or somethin’
Burn out, burn out
Like, that’s my fuckin’ hobby, yo
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
QC [?] told ’em give ’em hell
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah)
[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Doin’ trill, catch another homicide
Your bitch new to you, she ain’t new to me

If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell (yeah)

Nobody else, nigga, you and I

Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Fuckin’ hoes, yeah, we into that
Niggas be flexin’, they bold or somethin’
Stay ganged up, I ain’t clickin’ with them
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Free my big brother out the prison cell
Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that’s weird
Loving hoes, yeah no nigga
Lil Boat (who else?)
Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin’
Fuckin’ her jewels with my nigga Jack

Tom Misch – Lost In Paris (feat. Goldlink)

You’re lost in Paris
I know that I need you now
You’re lost in Paris

I know that I need you now
The memory I can’t replace
Thought I fall in love with a small [?]
(You’re lost in Paris)
(You’re lost in Paris)
The key that I won’t forget
(You’re lost in Paris)
You’re lost in Paris
It was over in day
I hope you warm and safe
[?]
You’ve kept the same
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
The key that I won’t forget
(You’re lost in Paris)
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)

[Chorus]
I hope you warm and safe
I hope you warm and safe
(You’re lost in Paris)
You’re lost in Paris
The key that I won’t forget
All the place we would go

I hope you warm and safe
All the things I used to say
You’re lost in Paris
The memory I can’t replace
[?] down, got run round in a [?]
I know that I need you now
[Chorus]
I know you now
You’re lost in Paris
The memory I can’t replace
[Verse]
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
(You’re lost in Paris)
[Outro]
(You’re lost in Paris)
Let me start, left right ahh
I know that I need you now
Young young, all in love in a lost place
[?]
The key that I won’t forget

I hope you warm and safe

You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
You [?]
(You’re lost in Paris)
The memory I can’t replace
Lost in Paris
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
[?] shorty had my heart in a [?]
[Chorus]
All the songs we got know

Sabrina Claudio – Don’t Let Me Down (feat. Khalid)

Where we go from here is all your choice
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
Where we go from here is all your choice
Don’t let me down
Can I trust in you
[Verse 1: Sabrina Claudio]
Giving you love
[Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]
I told you things about me
I told you things about me
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)

And I’ll keep you around (hey, yeah yeah)
[Outro: Sabrina Claudio & Khalid]
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
[Pre-Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]
And I’ll keep you around
Don’t let me (hey, yeah yeah)
And I’ve had much to tell
Don’t let me down, no
Don’t let me down
No one’s ever gotten to this point
[Verse 2: Khalid]

You’re the first to know
Do you feel me here
Don’t let me down aseme un petardo mamarrachon
Don’t let me (yeah)
No one’s ever gotten to this point (No one’s ever gotten, no one’s ever gotten)
I let you put your arms around me
I let you put your arms around me
Don’t let me down, no
[Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
[Pre-Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)

Do you see me here
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)

If I give you myself
Opening up

Rexx Life Raj – Never Had

Papa used to work his ass off
We ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
I’m on one ’till the wheels break
So he could buy me more clothes
Fill my ears with all of that truth
Dress like they all shop at PacSun
But it didn’t make sense ’till Devon died
Just need to feel something, feel something new
Lately I’ve been on one
(Ey)

Now im making hits see me blasing off higher than i did feel im fallin off
Mama said it’ll all come
I always wanted more, though
Ive been out the way staying to myself, saying to myself
I pick it up, then I pick it up
Look, I ain’t never had shit
If we leave it up in God’s hands

We swing cars and hands where I’m from
We came a long way from And 1’s
Nowadays everybody brainwashed
I just need to feel something, feel something new
I ain’t never had shit
Oh, everything he said was right
He been tellin me I should probably lay off that adderall (all)
Nowadays we gon’ hoop in Jordans
She make sure there’s food on my plate
___FEELS___
We ain’t never had shit
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
Drink that whiskey like I’m OD
But the thing about God’s plans
Raj move like an earthquake
In hopes it would protect his black son
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
[Verse 2]
Lately its all talk,I, dont really see it (eh)
Before I knew what the truth was
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
She made sure we always had some
Said a lot of your friends would be dead or in jail
We ain’t never had shit
I was a little badass
Look, ay
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
My fat ass ate every last crumb
Soon you’ll understand
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
Bless my mom ’cause every Christmas
Nappy roots with the cornrows
I’m just my grandpappy’s grandson
Just need to feel something, feel something for real

Where is the love when i need it
We’ve been through too much
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
Kill these niggas off (ey)
All my friends into high fashion
Pops you made a man
When I talk da phone
Stop saying things when you dont really mean it
[Hook]
My pops gave me game about life
If he don’t swing back he might have guns

Raj move like a NASCAR
I feel the fake in the handshake
They don’t work like Raj’s plans
[Verse 1]
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
He keep telling me
Bow my head in hopes that I’m living right

[Hook]
Just need to feel something, feel something new
Moxie Java got the city poppin but it pissed my daddy off (huh)
Feel something, feel something for real
I ain’t never had shit
We could barely afford those
We ain’t never had shit
Then they gave Funk 25 years to life
We ain’t giving up

DJ LUKE NASTY – Last Night (feat. Rotimi)

It’s ironic cause’ she bi (she bi)
Nasty!
Last night I was in that pussy
[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi ]
I put my hands all on her spine (spine)
She start strippin’ when she half-drunk
Then I suck that pussy from the back of her
I know what you want
I wanna lick it, oh
Uh, Who am I?
Girl I know you want this dick (this dick)
I got hoes all on my line (my line)
Last night I was in that pussy
I’m Luke Nasty with two eyes (two eyes)
[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi ]
Uh, Who am I?
Last night I was in that pussy
So I’ma give her dick

I was in that pussy, I was in that pussy, baby

Baby for the night
And still keep it inside
[Verse 1: DJ Luke Nasty & (Rotimi)]
Rotimi
Girl you know it’s sweet
I’m tryna’ eat yo’ pussy
Last night I was in that pussy

Then I’m screamin’ roll, roll, roll I can’t take no more

Let’s have a minaj
Last night I was in that pussy
She like her face down ass up
I was in, I was in it all night, all night, oh
Boy you know that’s mine (know)
I was in that pussy baby
And let me up in them thighs
[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty]
[Verse 2: DJ Luke Nasty & (Rotimi)]
Last night I was in that pussy
I’ll take the panties off, take em’ off
Three!
I was in, I was in it all night, all night, oh
Work alot nine to five (five)
I could see it in your eyes (see)

Bend down, yeah

Like a DUI
She a bad yellow bitch
Last night I was in that pussy
I’m Luke Nasty with two eyes (two eyes)
Back it up, I tell her back it up
So I could see what it taste like
And she 5’5 but she love that 6-9 (she do)
Last night I was in that pussy
Have your friend on the side
And when I’m on top I make her cum six times
I wanna taste it
Girl get nasty like a bag lunch
Pull yo’ panties to the side, and watch me work, baby
You’re my dessert
Yeah
She like blah, blah, blah (blah)
Wait, eh
I got a thang for her (thang for her), a thang for her (thang)
We smoke chronic and get high (get high)
Last night I was in that pussy
Last night I was in that pussy
Last night I was in that pussy
[Verse 3: Rotimi]
[Intro: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi]
Last night I was in that pussy
Girl when I go deep, you leave a puddle in my sheets
Let me put it down, baby watch me eat it
I know what you need
Ass like Nicki girl
Sign tatted on her side
When I hit it from the back (ay)
And she know what she came for (huh)
Can nobody ride it like I ride

Daniel Caesar – Get You (feat. Kali Uchis)

Boy you make me feel so alive
You’re all I need
[Chorus: Daniel Caesar]
(…feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)

Don’t you love when I come around

None of that could ever make me leave
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
[Chorus: Daniel Caesar]
This feels like summer
Just to be thankful
[Verse 1: Daniel Caesar]

Every time I look into your eyes I see it
(…feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)
Everything I need’s between those thighs
The memories, It’s all just memories

Your cries they can be heard from far and wide
It’s only the two of us
And I’ll take some time
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
Bill you up then I take you down

[Verse 2: Daniel Caesar]
(If you’ve got someone you like…)
Before it winds down into
Every time I get a bit inside I feel it
Just be my lover
Don’t you love when I come around
You’re all I need
[Bridge: Daniel Caesar]
And when we’re making love
Kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling
That I had days full of you, you
My baby has been around for me
(If you’ve got someone you like…)
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
Every time I look into your eyes I see it
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you

Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
[Verse 3: Kali Uchis]
Through drought and famine, natural disasters
Boy you’ll lead me to paradise
[Chorus: Daniel Caesar]
Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you
Build you up then I take…
[Outro: Kali Uchis]

Nirvana – Come As You Are

No I don’t have a gun
Come as you are, as you were
Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria
As I want you to be
When I swear that I don’t have a gun
Memoria, memoria
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
Memoria, memoria
As a friend, as a friend
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach

As an old

Memoria, memoria
As I want you to be
No I don’t have a gun

Take a rest as a friend
As a trend, as a friend
When I swear that I don’t have a gun
As an old
No I don’t have a gun
Memoria, memoria

No I don’t have a gun
Choice is yours, don’t be late
No I don’t have a gun

(And I don’t have a gun)
No I don’t have a gun

Random music news for Wednesday, April 4, 2018

That’s only on iPads. So Spotify’s going public today, making this the most anticipated day in the history of digital music. No, kids. It’s “an immersive original audio program.”
NBC’s live broadcast of Jesus Chris Superstar did well in the ratings Sunday night. No modesty was involved in the creation of this quote. Looking back on Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks after 50 years. Ticketmaster has something to say about all those recent accusations of anti-competitive behaviour. Any bets on where the shares will be at the end of the week? Bieber’s definitely found God. Noel Gallagher has responded to “Live Forever” being voted the best British song ever. Canadian music sales last week vs, the same time last year: Total albums, -26.4%; digital albums, -24:2%; digital tracks, -20.1%; physical albums, -27.8%; CDs, -31.9%; vinyl, +46.3%; streaming, +56.5%. Elton John’s new production isn’t a podcast. Chew on that as you review the music news for April 4, 2018. You can’t swipe right on paper.
Random music news for Wednesday, April 4, 2018

More Music From The Inbox 04 Apr 2018 Emergency Tiara, 7 Minute Martians, Shook Twins and More!

More Music From The Inbox 04 Apr 2018 Emergency Tiara, 7 Minute Martians, Shook Twins and More!
Artist: Emergency Tiara, “Explode”
Album: N/A

Great stuff out of New York
Sounds like:  you know it’s coming
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Artist: 7 Minute Martians, “Smoked Out”
Album: Curious

Loving the sound of this Cincinnati band
Sounds like:  A bit of Simple Plan with a little bit more
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Artist: Shook Twins, “Shake”  
Album: 2

Interesting and innovative sounds out of Portland
Sounds like:  trying and trying again
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Artist: Frog Eyes, “Idea Man”
Album: Violet Psalms

From the final album for this Vancouver staple
Sounds like:  we all know one
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Artist: Spector, “Fine Not Fine”
Album: Ex-Directory

This London band makes me very happy
Sounds like:  life and what it feels like so much
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Artist: Protosequence, “The Hate Subsides”
Album: Biophagous

Edmonton, Alberta is home to this hard driving band
Sounds like:  time passing and getting real
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Are you ready for the era of in-car advertising?

Are you ready for the era of in-car advertising?
Isn’t that was radio is?”
Well, yeah, but this is different. Statista takes a look. What kind of ads will we be bombarded with when we’re all in autonomous cars? We’ve had in-car advertising for almost 90 years! “But wait!” you say.

This is turning out to be a big year for retiring rock stars of the 60s and early 70s.

This is turning out to be a big year for retiring rock stars of the 60s and early 70s.
Keep reading. Neil Diamond. But two of the biggest names in music have decided they “want to spend more time with their family”. I’d like to leave with a big thank you to the many folks around the world who’ve come out to watch me play over the last 50 years. Lynyrd Skynyrd. The Independent takes a look. Joan Baez. Who’d have thought that the time-honoured excuse for politicians stepping down would become the parlance of rock stars? Elton John. They and a number of others have all vowed to hang it up for good this year–or at least once the tour they announced this year is over–after realizing that age and/or ill health has taken its toll. Music has never seen anything like this: mass retirements and farewells from major stars. Paul Simon. After this coming tour, I anticipate doing the occasional performance in a (hopefully) acoustically pristine hall, and to donate those earnings to various philanthropic organisations, particularly those whose objective is to save the planet, ecologically… I am very grateful for a fulfilling career and, of course, most of all to the audiences who heard something in my music that touched their hearts.”
And thus a man who started performing with Art Garfunkel even before the Sixties dawned, and has spent the last nearly five decades touring as a solo artist, explained why his touring days were ending and this summer’s concert in Hyde Park would be the last British audiences would see of him. When the favourites of several generations finally go away forever, what does this mean for music? When Paul Simon, 76, announced that this year’s American and European Homeward Bound tour would be his last, part of his statement said: “I feel the travel and time away from my wife and family takes a toll that detracts from the joy of playing.