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Justin Bieber – Know No Better Lyrics

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
I can see us vibin’ for the rest of our days (Uh-huh)
Jumpin’ over hurdles that try to get in our way (We do)
And they can say what they wanna say
Baby, we can go all the way
Just take my hand and follow me, yeah
I want you and only you, yes, I do
I wanna kick it like kung fu, wanna see what the drums do (Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun)
And you know I could tell no lies and that’s on God
‘Cause you’re the one that I run to
Mic chеck, one-two, one-two
No one compеtes, you’re all I need
Big flash, say, “Cheese”
Vacay in Paris
You’re my baby boo like a ghost
When the tide rides, we gon’ flow
Yeah, they try to stop us like no, like no, oh, no

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Interlude: DaBaby & Justin Bieber]
Right here, right here (Oh-oh-oh)
Right here, let’s go

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I want her right here in my arms
She really like me ’cause my charm
She like, “I didn’t know you sing like that,” I don’t
I’m just givin’ out flavor, let’s order a charter (Let’s order a jet)
Won’t go to the airport, let’s fly to Jamaica (Yoom)
I know that your friends wanna come with you, you can take ’em (Come on)
‘Cause I’m not a bad sport (Let’s go), you gon’ need a passport
Me and you are a team
I’ll be your bestie
Just promise you gon’ love me and protect me
And I know you got everybody on your neck
And you curved ’em all to the left, everybody, except me

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & DaBaby]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever (Yeah, when I look at you)
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better (Know, oh-oh-oh-oh)
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Outro: DaBaby]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh (Ha)

Jay-Z & Kanye West’s “Ni***s In Paris” Now 8x Platinum, Inches Toward Diamond Status

American rappers Jay-Z and Kanye Wests’ 2011 hit “Ni**as in Paris” is now 8X platinum.

The song is from the artists’ collaborative album Watch the Throne. The song debuted at number 75 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart and eventually peaked at number 5. In Australia, the song is currently at 2X platinum with 140,000 sales, while the single is certified Platinum in Belgium with 15,000 sales.

On top of its impressive numbers, the song also earned Ye and Jay Grammy awards for Best Rap Performance and Best Rap Song at the 55th Grammy awards in 2013. Now, its’ latest achievement being the 8x platinum certification in the United States through the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), the single has racked up a whopping eight million in sales.

“Ni**as in Paris” in its radio version called “Fellas in Paris” has received close to 315 million views on YouTube. The album from which it stems, Watch the Throne, was released through Roc-A-Fella Records, Def Jam Recordings, and Roc Nation. Chart Data confirmed the news via Twitter that the song surpassed 8 million units in the United States and inches towards joining the diamond club.

US Certifications (@RIAA): Jay Z & @kanyewest, N****s in Paris 8x Platinum (8,000,000).

— chart data (@chartdata) March 24, 2021

The duo released a total of seven singles to get fans ready for the album’s release. “Otis,” “Lift Off,” “No Church In the Wild,” “H.A.M,” and as noted “Ni**as in Paris,” we’re also all blessed with music videos.

This was not the first time Jay-Z and Kanye West collaborated, as they had worked together on various singles before the album’s release.

It is reported that an album was not what the two had planned, but instead, they wanted to produce a five-song EP together. The album features other major artists, including Jay-Z’s wife Beyonce, Frank Ocean, Connie Mitchell, The Dream, Mr. Hudson, and Charlie Wilson.

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Lost My Name – Rise It Up! Lyrics

Labels would probably tell us
«Now you should entertain us
3 boyz, 1 girl,
You could be her father
Get back to school bus»
Did you say «tour bus»?
I know that you want the hypest !
See Justice, Daft Punk, Air & Phoenix,
So much better than us !

But still we come from Paris
We’re gonna break the fences
If you came to slap us, or compare to Cassius,
We’re off to the races
We are the right guys
To take you for a ride
to take ya, take ya

We are the right guys, to take you for a ride

CHORUS:

Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna rise it up !
You can’t deny, can’t deny
That we’re risin up
Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna keep it tight !
You can’t deny
We won the fight

Labels would probably tell us

That French is better for us
Maybe, maybe not,
Anyway, thanks a lot
Your advice is so damn precious
It’s so insidious
We’ll never be the hypest !

THE HYPEST
THE HYPEST

We are the right guys, To take you for a ride
You gonna get high, Now is your favorite part
Now let’s just scream out, and let us blow your mind
We’ve got the right rhymes, we are the right guys !

We are the right guys, to take you for a ride,
We are the right guys, to turn you upside down !

Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna rise it up !
You can’t deny, can’t deny
That we’re risin up
Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna keep it tight !
You can’t deny
We won the fight

Rod Stewart – Every Picture Tells A Story Lyrics

Spent some time feelin’ inferior
standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
but I came out looking just the same

Daddy said, “Son, you better see the world
I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing don’t lose your head
to a woman that’ll spend your bread”
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
if you felt you didn’t fit in
French police wouldn’t give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty person
Down along the Left Bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot
when all I wanted was a cup of tea
I was accused
I moved on

Down in Rome I wasn’t getting enough
of the things that keeps a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
at a time when I was right out of luck
Getting desperate indeed I was
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear I better get out of here
‘for the Vatican don’t give no sanction
I wasn’t ready for that, no no

I moved right out east yeah!
On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry
sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
by the light of an eastern moon
Shangai Lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain’t natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh people I was glad I found her
Oh yeah I was glad I found her

I firmly believe that I didn’t need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be

The women I’ve known I wouldn’t let tie my shoe
They wouldn’t give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was glad I found her
And if they had the words I could tell to you
to help you on the way down the road
I couldn’t quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
’cause it’s all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn’t have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don’t it

Doja Cat – Streets Lyrics

I’ve been goin’ through some things (Oh)
I struggle with my inner man (Yeah, yeah)
I hustle, I’ll do what I can to get this money
Blaq Tuxedo
Don Dada on the, Don Dada on the beat

Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Send your location, come through

I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?
I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?

Baby, we tried to fight it
We all been there some days
Thought I need something else
And acted like I was okay
We just had to work it out
And baby, I needed space
Ain’t nobody ’round here wrong
You love all yours so far away
You’re pouring your heart out
I’m acting like I knew
You held me so down
So down I never grew, oh
I tried to find out
When none of them came through
And now I’m stuck in the middle
And baby had to pull me out, oh

Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Send your location, come through (Yeah)

Damn papa, you a rare weed, no comparing
And it’s motherf*ckin’ scary
Tryna keep him ’cause I found him
Let a ho know I ain’t motherf*ckin’ sharing
I could take you to the parents, then to Paris
Plan a motherf*ckin’ wedding
You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry
I’ll put the ring on when you ready
We play our fantasies out in real life ways and
No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?
You give me energy, make me feel lightweight
Like the birds of a feather, baby
We real life made for each other
And it’s hard to keep my cool
When other bitches tryna get with my dude and
When other chickens tryna get in my coop
‘Cause you’re a one in a million
There ain’t no man like you

Like you, like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you
Send your location, come through

I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?
I can’t sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can’t be without you
Why can’t I find no one like you?

Aston Merrygold – Share A Coke Lyrics

I set a rocket launcher
And landed on the moon
I take a trip to China
In my hot air balloon
Swam the deepest oceans
From London to Peru
I stay awake all night
Just to think about

You and I
Make simple something special
All we do is try
Cause trying is acceptable
Wishing you could be
Right here next to me (to me)

So when you’re mad
Or feeling blue
Don’t be so cold
Cause here’s the truth
Of all the things on my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

I could travel across the canyon
Then sail upon a cruise
Bungee jump in Paris

Or party in Cancun
There’s always something missing
If I can’t be with you (you, you)

Oh because, you and I
Make simple something special
All we do is try
Cause trying is acceptable
Wishing you could be
Right here next to me (to me)

So when you’re mad
Or feeling blue
Don’t be so cold
Cause here’s the truth
Of all the things on my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, with you
Of all the thing son, my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

Benjamin Biolay – 15 Aout Lyrics

[Benjamin Biolay]
Je marche sur les rails
Je trompe la mort
En frôlant le train Corail
Qui me rate encore
Je n’ai pas trop le moral
Il y a du soleil dehors

Je marche sur les rails
Je porte encore à même le corps
Ton vieux chandail
Qui me gratte à mort
Je n’ai pas trop le moral
Il y a du soleil dehors
Qui me réchauffe le corps

Je marche sur les rails
Et je trompe le sort
Comme un très vieil animal
Je m’attache encore
Je vais mal en général
Il y a du soleil dehors

Je marche sur les rails
Comme un matador
De bâbord je déraille
Jusqu’à tribord
Loin du navire amiral
Il y a du soleil dehors
Qui me réchauffe le corps

[Valérie Donzelli]
Paris le 15 août
Je t’écris du Bristol
Où j’ai déjeuné seule
Une salade sans sauce, dégueulasse
Cet été est sans fin
C’est même un été pourri
Voilà je suis partie hier
Je t’ai laissé un mot sur la commode noire dans l’entrée
Je voudrais bien tout t’expliquer
Mais évidemment c’est pas si simple
C’est même compliqué
Je ne demande rien naturellement
De toutes façons j’ai horreur de quémander
Je t’appellerai dans quelques jours
Le temps de digérer un peu
Moi ça va
Ne reste pas seul
Essaie de voir des amis

PS : j’ai vu ta sœur dans le 41

Pilot To Gunner – It’s So Good To Be Here In Paris Lyrics

Look around, around the stage just to say that you couldn't and
You touch down you hit the ground just the way that you shouldn't and
Would you see or would you say you came around that Saturday
Round the way just to say, just to say that you couldn't

And it's so good to be here in Paris
So good to see you here in
And it's so good to be here in Paris
So good to see you here in

When it all goes down you'll be able to say
Maybe you'll say you weren't lookin' when
It came down, it hit the ground
Didn't you hear, you weren't listenin'
Could you see, could you say
Really didn't hear what I was tryin' to say

Tryin' to say, tryin' to say, tryin' to say, but I couldn't

And it's so good to be here in Paris
So good to see you here in
And its so good to be here in Paris
So good to see you here in

We'll make the math work when its done
Last time we knew but what about
What about the last time
This is the, this is the last time (last time)
What about the last time we tried
Last time we knew, but what about
What about the last time, this is the, this, this is the last time
And it's so good to be here in Paris
So good to see you here in
And it's so good to be here in Paris
So good to see you here in

Money Man – Average Lyrics

I’ma pull up in a minute
It’s gon’ be gone in a minute

[Hook:]
Why is you with him he regular
This shit I’m hittin’ ain’t regular
Black on my shoes I’m a predator
I swear [?]
f*ck up a check with [?]
Nothing I’m doing is average
She said her nigga just average
That nigga should be embarrassed

f*ck is you doing you slackin’
I’m counting money relaxin’
I’m in the trap on the daily
Used to be broke but I did a 180
I’m with a bitch getting faded
Most of these niggas be hatin’
He tryna [?]
That money drivin’ me crazy

These niggas should be embarrassed
This shit I’m rocking from Paris
MY wrist is flooded with carrots
That shit be heavily glarin’

[Hook]

I’ma re up in a minute
I’ll have some more in a minute
I blow the check and replenish
All of my niggas about action
Trappin’ in designer fashion
She said her nigga just average
I said that shit is apparent
I just can’t settle for average
I know that these niggas be sour
They know the world is ours
I get it done in an hour
We got the money and power

[Hook]

Emily In Paris: Lily Collins Netflix series earns season two renewal

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Emily In Paris: Lily Collins Netflix series earns season two renewal
November 12, 2020 by: Gaius Bolling

Lily Collins will still get to continue her Paris adventure! It has been announced that Netflix has renewed its romantic comedy series Emily In Paris for a second season.

Emily In Paris was inititially set up at Paramount Network but was moved to Netflix over the summer. The acquisition has proved fruitful for the streamer because when the show launched at the start of October, the series immediately moved into Netflix's Top 10 list according to Nielsen. The news of the second season was revealed in a meta/cute way that had the SAVIOR agency, the fictional company that Emily works for, sending out a formal letter that they wished to extend Emily's stay in Paris. You can check out the letter from Netflix/SAVIOR below!

The series, created by Sex and the City's Darren Star, follows Emily (Collins), an ambitious twentysomething marketing executive from Chicago, that unexpectedly lands her dream job in Paris when her company acquires a French luxury marketing company. She is tasked with revamping its social media strategy and her new life in Paris is filled with intoxicating adventures and surprising challenges as she juggles winning over her work colleagues, making friends & finding new romances. The series also stars Ashley Park, Philippine Leroy Beaulieu, Lucas Bravo, Samuel Arnold, Camille Razat, Bruno Gouery, Kate Walsh, William Abadie & Arnaud Viard.

Will you be following Emily's travels in Paris for a second season?
 

Source:
Hollywood Reporter

Hamell On Trial – Toast Lyrics

I drink tonight to Trudy, from Paris to Denmark, who never knew her sister and followed in the dark, who's breasts rose and fell like finance, like laughter, like song, who never had a conscience so never could be wrong
And I raise a toast to Jacob, his vices, his moods, in our youth we two scavanged, for love for time for food. Hitchhiked from seaport to desert, with a bird a fox a snake, I visit the cemetery this evening, and take refuge on their grave

(Chorus)

I raise a glass as a tribute as a sign. I raise a glass cause you’re always on my mind, I raise a glass to what's been left behind, raise a glass. Raise your bloody glass

Let's tip a few to Albert, with his fingers and his beard, he will always be a mystery and his children all cried weird. With his rats and his pianos, with his wife who never sang, with his owl and his leopard and his bell that never rang

I’m so drunk I'll confess of Nancy, olive skin and hair of night. It's been decades since I've seen her but others have the sight. Her hollowed mouth her vacant eyes, and still she speaks in tongues, her voyage is here in alleys, and her dreams now all far flung

Maryanne still drinks at the harbor, behind the bar as well, she sent her address with a simple note, perfumed, 'Don't tell'. She paints pictures of the sunset, there's a corpse she hides this eve, I remember when we were children, she’d whisper close, ‘Don't leave’
I raise a glass up to the stars and question 'Are you here?' You probably burned out years ago sometimes you seem so near. The ghosts all sing to the wind they want to share, they want me to shed tears of want they want me now to care

(Chorus)

Yung Beef – Fashion Lyrics

[Bridge: Yung Beef]

Follando putas en Milan
Contando money en Paris
Follando guarras en Milan
Ah ah ah ah

[Hook: Yung Beef]

Fashion, Fashion, Fashion
Fashion, Fashion, Fashion
Fashion, Fashion, Fashion
Fashion, Fashion, Fashion (x20)

[Verso 1: Yung Beef]

20k en cash puta tirame el flash
Todos los diseñadores me quieren chingar
Yo pongo la moda en el barrio como Dapper Dan
GHB, HBA

Vitorio y Lucchino guarra, cierra boquino
I love moschino, De Niro, Pacino
Nosotros estamos en Balenciaga, suprimo

Gastando en Paseo de Gracia con el Asesino
Me he quedado solo, Ian Connor
Vosotros caraconos putas, yo soy un icono
f*ck Jay Z, Watch me en el trono
Riviera, Manolo con el polo Spagnolo

[Bridge: Yung Beef]

Haciendo money en Milan
Haciendo money en Paris
Haciendo money en Milan
Puta yo desfilo solo

[Hook: Yung Beef]

Fashion, Fashion, Fashion
Fashion, Fashion, Fashion
Fashion, Fashion, Fashion
Fashion, Fashion, Fashion (x20)

Yves Montand – Les Grands Boulevards Lyrics

J’aime flâner sur les grands boulevards
Y a tant de choses, tant de choses
Tant de choses à voir
On n’a qu’à choisir au hasard
On s’fait des ampoules
A zigzaguer parmi la foule
J’aime les baraques et les bazars
Les étalages, les loteries
Et les camelots bavards
Qui vous débitent leurs bobards
Ça fait passer l’temps
Et l’on oublie son cafard

Je ne suis pas riche à million
Je suis tourneur chez Citroën
J’peux pas me payer des distractions
Tous les jours de la semaine
Aussi moi, j’ai mes petites manies
Qui me font plaisir et ne coûtent rien
Ainsi, dès le travail fini
Je file entre la porte Saint-Denis
Et le boulevard des Italiens

J’aime flâner sur les grands boulevards
Y a tant de choses, tant de choses

Tant de choses à voir
On y voit des grands jours d’espoir
Des jours de colère
Qui font sortir le populaire
Là vibre le cœur de Paris
Toujours ardent, parfois frondeur
Avec ses chants, ses cris
Et de jolis moments d’histoire
Sont écrits partout le long
De nos grands boulevards

J’aime flâner sur les grands boulevards
Les soirs d’été quand tout le monde
Aime bien se coucher tard
On a des chances d’apercevoir
Deux yeux angéliques
Que l’ont suit jusqu’à République
Puis je retrouve mon petit hôtel
Ma chambre où la fenêtre donne
Sur un coin de ciel
D’où me parviennent comme un appel
Toutes les rumeurs, toutes les lueurs
Du monde enchanteur
Des grands boulevards

Terror takes to the skies in an intense trailer for Amazon’s 7500

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Terror takes to the skies in an intense trailer for Amazon’s 7500
June 10, 2020 by: Steve Seigh

Ever since the unspeakable events of 9/11, acts of terror being perpetrated at an average of 31,000 feet above ground have remained an ever-present concern for those taking to what used to be refered to as the “friendly skies.” Be that as it may, some places can only be reached by way of the big blue, and until humans are born with wings or invent an alternative means of untethered travel, we’ll continue to place our lives and trust in the fine men and women whose heads are almost always in the clouds.

Amazon Prime on Wednesday has cleared  a trailer for their original airplane hijacking thriller 7500 for takeoff. The film stars Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Tobias, an American co-pilot on a flight from Berlin to Paris. When terrorists try to seize control of the flight, a mild-mannered Tobias struggles to save the lives of the passengers and crew.

Directed and co-written by Patrick Volrath with Senad Halibasic, 7500 also stars Omid Memar (THE COLLINI CASE), Murathan Muslu (ANNA FUCKING MOLNAR), and Aylin Tezel (BREAKING HORIZONS).

7500 will touch down safely on Amazon Prime beginning on June 19.

Source:
Amazon Prime

TV Review: The Eddy from director Damien Chazelle

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TV Review: The Eddy from director Damien Chazelle
April 25, 2020 by: Alex Maidy

Plot: Once a celebrated jazz pianist in New York, Elliot Udo is now the co-owner of struggling club The Eddy, where he manages the house band fronted by lead singer and on-again-off-again girlfriend Maja. As Elliot learns that his business partner Farid may be involved in some questionable practices at the club, secrets begin to come to light and his personal and professional worlds quickly start to unravel as he confronts his past, fighting to save the club and protect those closest to him. 

Review: In his directorial career, Damien Chazelle has shown his love of music. Of his four films to date, two have been musicals and one has been about music education. It is even known that Chazelle's first jobs in Hollywood as a writer on films such as THE LAST EXORCISM PART II, GRAND PIANO, and 10 CLOVERFIELD LANE as a way to finance his passion project, LA LA LAND. Several Academy Award nominations and a Best Director win later, Chazelle's latest project brings him back to the world of jazz music, but in a much different context than his Oscar winning film. The Eddy is an international production that looks at the grittier side of club and band life with some memorable music and some stellar performances that take full advantage of the Paris landscape. But, the series falls a little flat, probably due to too many notes.

Created by Jack Thorne (HBO's His Dark Materials), only the first two episodes of The Eddy were directed by Chazelle with the remaining six helmed by Houda Benyamina (DIVINES), Laila Marrakchi (ROCK THE CASBAH), and Alan Poul (HBO's The Newsroom). With a cast of primarily European performers, including COLD WAR's Joanna Kulig, The Eddy features Andre Holland and Amandla Stenberg in major roles. From the trailers, you may be led to believe that this is an English-language drama set in Paris, but this is truly a French production blended with English and Arabic dialogue peppered throughout. While some of you may be turned off by subtitles, The Eddy does have a lot of original music from composers Glen Ballard and Randy Kerber that needs no translation.

The Eddy follows jazz musician Elliott and his partner Farid who own the titular nightclub. Business is slow and finances are tight when it becomes clear that Farid may be involved with some sketchy individuals. Elliott, a renowned trumpet player, used to be involved romantically with singer Maja who headlines at the club. The close knit bandmates have worked together for a while and when tragedy ultimately hits them, they unite under their musical connections to try and persevere. I know, it sounds fairly generic and not terribly original and The Eddy really isn't all that unique. From the opening scene of the first episode, Damien Chazelle imbues The Eddy with a documentary style that makes it feel as realistic as possible and Jack Thorne's dialogue is delivered very naturally by the cast. Chazelle's use of a verite style fits the French setting but there is just so much walking and talking that the episodes begin to drag and feel redundant.

The first two episodes each clock in at just under 70 minutes, making them feel like feature films on their own, but with the story stretching over eight chapters, not much actually happens in these extended running times. There are multiple scenes showing Andre Holland or Amanda Stenberg walking through The Eddy as the camera follows and whips around to give us a quick glimpse of the hustle in the club before whipping back to follow the characters through the space. The camera moves shakily around and lingers on the musical performers, giving The Eddy a feel that blends the edge of WHIPLASH with the musical reverence of LA LA LAND. As I continued through the entire eight episode series, the aesthetic introduced by Damien Chazelle is implemented by the other three directors as each episode gives us insight into various characters in the ensemble cast while furthering the main storyline.

The Eddy is at once very cliche and familiar. Characters make stupid decisions, albeit very human ones that you and I would make ourselves, all while stereotypical narrative elements like drug deals and criminal enterprises are mixed in. The Eddy is far more successful when it shows us the lives of these various characters in their day to day lives, but it is far too banal for over eight hours of storytelling. So little actual story is told that the scenes begin to feel redundant and you just want to know how it all ends. The natural way the characters switch between English, French, and Arabic is a nice touch and sometimes it doesn't even feel like these are actors, but that also means there should be some more immediacy to what is happening.

There are some great musical moments in The Eddy but there are many more that feel flat and repetitive. There are also great performances, especially from the underrated Andre Holland, but there are many more that are given much more screen time than they deserve. All four filmmakers do a nice job with The Eddy, but Jack Thorne's story is too thin to warrant this many episodes. You will find resolution if you sit through the entire series, but you will have to wade through a lot to get there. I wanted to like The Eddy a lot more than I did and that is mostly because I really like Damien Chazelle as a filmmaker. Unfortunately, this is several stories that work better on their own in a narrative that could have been condensed into a third of the time it takes.

The Eddy premieres May 8th on Netflix.

Source:
JoBlo.com

That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

Lyrics of That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby boy, what’s happening?
You and your heart invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Just, pop it for a pimp
Pop, pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp
Drop, drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio serve that scampi
You got it if you want it
Got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it
Take my wallet if you want it now

Jump in the Cadillac
Girl, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on it
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my freaka
And I’ll be a fleeko,
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything 24 karats
Take a look in that mirror
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? Is it you? Is it me? Is it me?
Say it’s us, say it’s us, and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
Boy, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on you
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Say you want a good wife
Here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind
If you want it, girl come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby
What you tryna do

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Met gala – Gucci Mane feat. Offset lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Met gala

Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I’ll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get commas (come up)
This a good week, i’ve been stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin’ up formal.

Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
This stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse
I’m havin’ more stripes than Adidas boost (havin’ that)
Dick in her mouth like I’m edible (dickin’ that)
Nigga stop shootin’, you better move
I fight for my gang, I won’t let ’em lose (gang)
Your b*tch, she wantin’ the pipe, aight
This s**t started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get this s**t right (huh)
On sight, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Poppin’ that s**t ’cause he thinkin’ he pipe, pipe
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin’ the Glock (bow)
I’m on a yacht and a yacht on my watch (yacht)
f*ckin’ a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
I’ma play dumb but that’s see out the plot (plot)
She know what I’m ’bout (hey)
You hear this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin’ the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Offset the maniac, I’m the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money and I’m talkin’ lateral (bag)
Had that b*tch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
b*tch, I’m Offset and I’m ’bout to set it off.

Mil’ in a week
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
This is good week, we stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just let the met gala dressin’ up formal.

I’m havin’ this s**t what you hadn’t (havin’ it)
Showin’ respect like your daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I’m in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two b*tches from Cali versuri-lyrics.info
These Bs on me, I can’t barely (B)
They drunk and they just walkin’ barely
I’m headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain’t trappin’, ain’t makin’ transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
Four b*tches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I’m fightin’ an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it’s photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
Mad ’cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up
Negative turn to a positive
I don’t care for no obstacles
I could care less ’bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy).

Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck the dick game, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
This is good weed, we stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just left the met gala dress up formalll.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video gala

Tinie Tempah – They Don’t Know Lyrics

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Everywhere I go, I gotta pose
Sittin’ on the throne with a ‘fro
Chillin’ with a prince at the BAFTA’s
Gold all over the globe
Any time I stress, I can get it from a rasta
Headside, kill ’em when they know
Didn’t want to know
Baby said, “Shh, you can hit it on the low”
You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low
Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door
Yeah, I’m the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war
I don’t holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor
Tryna hit me with the drink, no no
They might think, they don’t know
Let ’em talk ish, promo
‘Cause we don’t really care ’bout nothin’

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It’s Kind Ink, uh, canine
That kitty got me feelin’ like a canine
I’m just tryna live, baby, can I?
We at the KWest, startin’ KI’s
Woo, I just bought the whole LA out
Uh, live is a beach, bitch, lay out
Uh, hit the blunt, baby, what you gotta say now?
Woo, I know you want it, ow
Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel
Pour up, baby, put a lil’ ice too
Yeah, I remember back in high school
I used to have a girl that looked just like you
Yeah and with all of these flashbacks
Say ain’t no tellin’ what I might do

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Young man comin’ up from the corner
Nobody tryna set me if I wanna
Never have to worry ’bout if he give me the banana
Me haffi tell them na na na na na
Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my writs just froze
I’m too cold, don’t wanna play ’cause I’m gettin’ too old
What’s new? Bitch, I’m in the stu’
Hookin’ up with hurricane, mix with the flow
Tryna lock my wrists, mosquito, love the cold
If the track ain’t a track then the Don come through
My rule number 1 is don’t play a number 2
Talkin’ with my nigga, you will end up on the news
Messin’ with the paper that you racked up in views
Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
I know a girl from the ends
She likes to take it down low
She said she wanna let me inside
But her daddy said no
I know a girl with a woo
I call her Paris in my phone
I know a girl from the southside
That wanna take you all home

Machine Gun Kelly – Trap Paris (feat. Quavo & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin’ real godly
Quavo
City rollie [?] a [?]

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain’t embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that ’bout?
I’m home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I’m back now
I’m Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I’m running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where’s the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up ’till I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn’t hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that’s your fantasy (that’s your fantasy)
Pull up with a gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin)
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest

Mod Sun – Beautiful Problems (feat. Gnash & Maty Noyes)

[Chorus: Maty Noyes]
Where did you come from? How did you get here?
I tried to solve it, but my brain does not reply
How did you fall into my equation
Tried to subtract love, but it only multiplied
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

[Verse 1: MOD SUN]
Ever since I saw you, I know
You was a little bit crazy, but baby, maybe you’re the one
Just take me I’m all you like a [?]
Walked straight through Hell just to get to Heaven
If you were standing there waiting, yeah
And I could go on living without you, but I won’t, but I won’t
And I could tell you all that, but I don’t, but I don’t, no

[Pre-Chorus: MOD SUN]
And I gotta let you go and make your own mistakes
But I swear to catch you on the way down
And since the day we met, I knew we were meant to be
But I swear, I just can’t explain how

[Chorus: Maty Noyes]
Where did you come from? How did you get here?
I tried to solve it, but my brain does not reply
How did you fall into my equation
Tried to subtract love, but it only multiplied
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

[Verse 2: MOD SUN]
I ask myself, how did we end up here
Thinking ’bout all the things we did and done, yeah
We’re a little different, I think it’s terrific
Never been embarrassed
Introduced you to my parents, even took you to Paris
It could be so simple, you just gotta let go
And take all the issues, get ’em under control
Cause if there’s one thing that I know
Is that all those little problems are really beautiful

[Pre-Chorus: MOD SUN]
And I gotta let you go and make your own mistakes
But I swear to catch you on the way down
And since the day we met, I knew we were meant to be
But I swear, I just can’t explain how

[Chorus: Maty Noyes & gnash]
Where did you come from? How did you get here?
I tried to solve it, but my brain does not reply
How did you fall into my equation
Tried to subtract love, but it only multiplied
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

[Bridge: gnash]
I write out replies to try and divide
You from my life, but it won’t come out right
I thought I’d live my life with you by my side
I guess I’ll admit I’m not good with goodbyes
Maybe inside, someday I’ll find
A way to get you to get out of my mind
I thought I’d live my life with you by my side
I guess I’ll admit I’m not good with goodbyes

[Outro: Maty Noyes & gnash]
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem
What a beautiful problem, you’re my beautiful problem

The Chainsmokers – Paris (On SNL) (Live)

[Verse 1: Andrew Taggart]
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And I thought, “Wow
If I could take this in a shot right now
I don’t think that we could work this out”
Out on the terrace
I don’t know if it’s fair but I thought “How
Could I let you fall by yourself
While I’m wasted with someone else”

[Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

[Verse 2: Andrew Taggart]
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
You look so proud
Standing there with a frown and a cigarette
Posting pictures of yourself on the internet
Out on the terrace
We breathe in the air of this small town
On our own cuttin’ class for the thrill of it
Getting drunk on the past we were livin’ in

[Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

[Post-Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better

[Chorus: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

[Bridge: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris

[Outro: Andrew Taggart & Emily Warren]
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

Lana Del Rey – Take Me To Paris (Cherry Blossom Album)

Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.

You’re sitting in your office, dreaming of a different life;
You say you wanna make me smile and see my wild side.
If we don’t leave town now, we’re never gonna get out of here alive.
I’m walking home from school, my thoughts are drifting into space;
Why don’t we leave tonight and take off to a different place?
Don’t tell my daddy why, gotta get on that plane and just fly.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

I wanna be that fantasy that you got on your mind;
Flying across the sea to somewhere that they’ll never find.
We should go out while we young, ’cause one day, we will want to rewind.

Our time in Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Take me to Paris,
Let’s go there and never look back.
Paris, we can be crazy like that.
You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris.

Walking through the streets at dawn, we dance by empty carousels,
Singing about the Sacré-Cœur, and climbing up the Tour Eiffel.
Under the stars, we are, we are dreaming.

You’re such a naughty boy!
Why you taking that Polaroid?
Put on a show you’ll enjoy,
Take me to Paris, take me to Yves Saint Laurent.
Paris, make out in a dark restaurant.
We’ll dance until we die, wanna go out every night;
Promise we won’t say goodbye.

Baby, say goodnight; text me when you get home safely
Like you always did when we was first dating.

Joey A – PARiS lyrics

She’s dipped in gold
She likes it fancy
Drinks pink champagne
As her hair falls down
Leaves her perfume
Red lipstick number
And then she’s gone
Before the sun comes up

I’m talking ‘bout a classic
That Coco kinda magic
This thing is automatic
And I can’t seem to cut you loose
Just something about

My Paris
Ooo
My Paris
Mon amour

My, my Paris
My, my Paris

Black dress it babe
Just kill it simple
You got me dying
Just to show you off
Uncut and flawless
Yeah, you my diamond
Those jagged edges
Always get me off

I’m talking ‘bout a classic
That Coco kinda magic
This thing is automatic
And I can’t seem to cut you loose
Just something about

My Paris
Ooo
My Paris
Mon amour

My, my Paris
My, my Paris

NELLY FURTADO – Paris Sun lyrics

You’re collar pops in the latest style
I feel romance hanging in your smile
Is it just me or the Paris sun?
On this boulevard, making everything so ooh la la
Hyper colour, hyper rain
Elevating every single thing that I feel
Like a 70’s photograph, making me smile
Making me feel so alive

We can’t stay forever this way
So how ’bout we run away
To another lifetime
Where I can be yours and you mine

Language of love on your lips like a song
Heavy elixir, you could do no wrong
Is it just me or the Paris sun?
Scorching the boulevard, making you look so ooh la la

We can’t stay forever this way
So how ’bout we run away
To another lifetime
Where I can be yours and you mine
I can be yours
I can be yours
I can be yours

We can’t stay forever this way
So how ’bout we run away
To another lifetime
Where I can be yours and you mine

And you mine…
And you mine
And you mine
And you mine…

James Blunt – Don’t Give Me Those Eyes (The Afterlove Extended Version Album)

[Verse 1]
Staring at you naked
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it
And we can’t tell anyone
Take this love and break it
I don’t think I can take it
Go back to him and fake it
Don’t tell him what you’ve done

[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re caught in this feeling
And I taste your love, and I taste your love
Whatever the meaning
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
I want to believe in
In a thing called love, in a thing called love
Caught in this feeling
In this feeling, in this feeling

[Chorus]
Don’t give me those eyes cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes

[Verse 2]
Cross your heart and square it
Hotel room in Paris
Kills me that you’re married
Cause we know that should be done

[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re caught in this feeling
And I taste your love, and I taste your love
Whatever the meaning
Well it’s not enough, no it’s not enough
I want to believe in
In a thing called love, in a thing called love
Caught in this feeling
In this feeling, in this feeling

[Chorus]
Don’t give me those eyes cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes

Don’t give me those eyes cause you know me and I can’t say no to you
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to (Don’t give me those eyes)
In another life, darling, I’ll do anything to be with you (Don’t give me those eyes)
We can’t have each other even if we wanted to
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes
Don’t give me those eyes, don’t give me those eyes

[Outro]
Staring at you naked
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it

Ya salam – Kurdo songtexte

Songtexte Kurdo – Ya salam

Sonnenbrille so wie Stevie Wonder.
Jeden tag ist jetzt sonntag.
Links, rechts so wie Van Damme.
Rek digi digi bom boom.
Mit dem gang and the minibar.(ya salam)

Amsterdam, ya salam, ya salaaam.
Paris, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Berlin, yaa salam, ya salaaam.
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruxelles, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Frankfurtm yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Hamburg, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Kurdo songtexte
Video Salam

Bashar Rahal – Justify My Love (Като Две Капки Вода) (Madonna Cover)

I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me, so now what, so now what?

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love

I want to know you, not like that
I don’t wanna be your mother
I don’t wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby, kiss me, that’s right, kiss me

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Yearning, burning
For you to justify my love

What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?
Talk to me, tell me your dreams, am I in them?
Tell me your fears, are you scared?
Tell me your stories, I’m not afraid of who you are, we can fly

Poor is the man whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that’s right, love me
I wanna be your baby, yeah

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
I’m open and ready
For you to justify my love

To justify my love
Wanting, to justify
Waiting, to justify my love
Praying, to justify
To justify my love
I’m open, to justify my love

Future – Lookin Exotic (Hndrxx Album)

Extravagant Hendrix
Switch hands like lil’ pitcher
Super astronomical

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can’t be never slippin’, you gotta show you’re different
I came through and took all they bitches with me
Nigga I get all the way faded, I can’t get tipsy
I’m eating something, start busting and rushing on a daily basis, I’m guilty
Let this champagne start flowin’, drink it up ’til it’s empty
Got this V.I.P. section burnin’ like a chimney
We ain’t gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building
Let’s go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland
We got a chauffeur and a translator for it, he don’t speak English
Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs
I put a whole lot of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it’s their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and do it large
Fuck the cops, she gon’ ride you like my dog
Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall
Gorilla, let it drag on the floor
I forgot to get the money, lay low
We take shoppin’ sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don’t get top money, please, bitch I’m out they league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G’s
Cash out mad G’s, bustin’ down AP’s
Hand made one of one Riccardo Tisci
Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E
Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree
Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed
Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee
Order the PJ at one, we land tomorrow at three
Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days
Let’s flick it up for my dawgs in the cage

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

I’m a keep it real with you!
Lookin’ exotic
Got a half mil’ on me
I’m ’boutta to recount it now

Future – Keep Quiet (Hndrxx Album)

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached
Love to tell it, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, do the dashboard
See the wheel on the right side
Got her driving on the wrong side
Thought we was driving on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals out of line
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, this the right time
We can kick it off and go to iceline
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Fancy cruise and double M
Like you signed a Maybach deal
If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
Better not cut no fuss at them
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hatin’
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep you fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a little upset
These niggas, they small talkin’
I bet they never cut a real check
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
When I ain’t come with all these benefits
If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

Booba – Garcimore (Autopsie 0 Album)

Tous les jours je taffe dur, tous les jours je galère
Tous les jours tu demandes combien y a d’zéros sur mon salaire
Tous les jours je taffe dur tous les jours je galère
Tous les jours tu demandes combien y a d’zéros sur mon salaire
Avant d’rentrer dans l’rap j’avais déjà plein d’ennemis
Tous ces pédés m’ont regardé à la Star Académy
J’suis hemi j’effleure le ciel, tu touches le RMI
J’fuck la vie, je vis la nuit, j’fais plus de bruit qu’un deux et demi
Tu m’a vu à la télé mais je n’suis pas ton ami
Tu ferais mieux de reculer si tu veux mon avis
À l’heure où je te parle j’suis peut-être à Miami
Accompagné d’un 90 D à bord d’ma Ferrari
J’peut finir au tarmi comme le célèbre chef Mamie
Sans dinde ni salami la la la chatte à ta mamie
Je viens de là où tu ne peux pas aller
Sur moi tu n’as aucun dossier tu n’peux pas parler
Je viens de Paris 92 capitale
Des dealeurs de came Hauts-de-Seine j’habite àl
Rafale de bastos dans les amidales
J’suis là pour la gagne ceci n’est pas un match amical
C’est un pour la monnaie, deux pour la monnaie,
Trois pour la monnaie, quatre pour la monnaie
Le rap est dead, MC tu fume trop d’herbe
T’as pas d’crédit sauf à la banque t’es qu’une grosse merde
Le son est lourd qui sont les loups
C’est nous 92i crew prédéstinés à rien du tout
L’illicite c’est mon dada comme pour les mecs à Guadada
972 HLM3 les mecs au heps à Guadada
J’te souhaite la mort sans aucun souci
Joue pas les gros bras j’suis Garcimore avec un uzi, abracadabra
Un faut mouv’ le mouv te croque Mazalaza pour s’amuser
Le boulbi vient de Tsunami s’y ressentent une onde de choc
Le son vient de la benz, le tien vient de la benne
Couleur ébéne plus le combat est dur plus la victoire est belle
Ne joue pas avec la rue tu risques d’en payer le prix
Combien sont mort ou handicapés, s’en sont jamais remis