Shivers - Ed Sheeran

 I took an arrow to the heart

I never kissed a mouth that tastes like yours

Strawberries and then something more

Ooh yeah, I want it all

Lipstick on my guitar

Fill up the engine, we can drive real far

Go dancing underneath the stars

Ooh yeah, I want it all

Mmm, you got me feeling like

I wanna be that guy

I wanna kiss your eyes

I wanna drink that smile

I wanna feel like I

Like my soul's on fire

I wanna stay up all day and all night

Yeah, you got me singing like

Ooh, I love it when you do it like that

And when you're close up

Give me the shivers

Oh baby, you wanna dance till the sunlight cracks

And when they say the party's over then we'll bring it right back

And we'll say

Ooh, I love it when you do it like that

And when you're close up

Give me the shivers

Oh baby, you wanna dance till the sunlight cracks

And when they say the party's over then we'll bring it right back

Into the car

On the backseat in the moonlit dark

Wrap me up between your legs and arms

Ooh, I can't get enough

You know you could tear me apart

Put me back together and take my heart

I never thought that I could love this hard

Ooh, I can't get enough

Mmm, you got me feeling like

I wanna be that guy

I wanna kiss your eyes

I wanna drink that smile

I wanna feel like I

Like my soul's on fire

I wanna stay up all day and all night

Yeah, you got me singing like

Ooh, I love it when you do it like that

And when you're close up

Give me the shivers

Oh baby, you wanna dance till the sunlight cracks

And when they say the party's over then we'll bring it right back

And we'll say

Ooh, I love it when you do it like that

And when you're close up

Give me the shivers

Oh baby, you wanna dance till the sunlight cracks

And when they say the party's over then we'll bring it right back

Baby, you burn so hot

You make me shiver with the fire you got

This thing we started, I don't want it to stop

You know you make me shiver-er-er

Baby, you burn so hot

You make me shiver with the fire you got

This thing we started, I don't want it to stop

You know you make me shiver

Yeah, you got me singing like

Ooh, I love it when you do it like that

And when you're close up

Give me the shivers

Oh baby, you wanna dance till the sunlight cracks

And when they say the party's over then we'll bring it right back

(Oh no) And we'll say

Ooh, I love it when you do it like that

And when you're close up

Give me the shivers

Oh baby, you wanna dance till the sunlight cracks

And when they say the party's over then we'll bring it right back, hey

Industry Baby - Lil Nas X

Baby back, aye

Couple racks, aye

Couple Grammys on him

Couple plaques, aye

That's a fact, aye

Throw it back, aye

Throw it back, aye

And this one is for the champions

I ain't lost since I began, yuh

Funny how you said it was the end, yuh

Then I went did it again, yuh

I told you long ago, on the road

I got what they waitin' for

I don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low

You was never really rootin' for me anyway

When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say

"He don't run from nothin', dog"

Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

Uh, need a

Uh, need to get this album done

Need a couple number ones

Need a plaque on every song

Need me like one with Nicki now

Tell a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", ha

I'ma pop nigga like Bieber, ha

I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha

But these niggas bitches like Madea

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ay, oh let's do it

I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit

I blew up now everybody tryna sue me

You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yah

And this one is for the champions

I ain't lost since I began, yuh

Funny how you said it was the end, yuh

Then I went did it again, yuh

I told you long ago, on the road

I got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin' for)

I don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low

(Bitch, I aint runnin' from no one)

You was never really rootin' for me anyway

When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say

"He don't run from nothin', dog"

Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

My track record so clean

They couldn't wait to just bash me

I must be gettin' too flashy

Y'all shouldn't of let the world gas me

It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty

I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek

City talkin', we takin' notes

Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts

Wish he could but he can't get close

OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts

I'm the type that you can't control

Said I would then I made it so

I don't clear up rumors

Where's y'all sense of humor?

I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers

Turn my haters to consumers

I make vets feel like they juniors

Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma

Mine is comin' sooner

I'm just a late bloomer

I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter

All these social networks and computers

Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers

I told you long ago, on the road

I got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin' for)

I don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low

(Bitch, I aint runnin' from no one)

You was never really rootin' for me anyway

When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say

"He don't run from nothin', dog"

Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

Yeah

I'm the industry baby

I'm the industry baby

Yeah

Fancy Like - Walker Hayes

 Aye

My girl is bangin'

She's so low maintenance

Don't need no champagne poppin' entertainment

Take her to Wendy's

Can't keep her off me

She wanna dip me like them fries in her Frosty

But every now and then when I get paid

I gotta spoil my baby with an upgrade

Aye, aye, aye

Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night

Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake

Get some whipped cream on the top too

Two straws, one check, girl, I got you

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam

Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home

Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight

Aye, that's how we do, how we do, fancy like, oh

(Fancy like an oh)

(Fancy like an oh)

Fancy like an oh

Don't need no Tesla to impress her

My girl is happy rollin' on a Vespa (There she go)

Don't need no mansion to get romancin' (No mansion, woo)

She's super fine, double wide, slow dancin' (Slow dancin')

But every now and then when I get paid

I gotta spoil my baby with an upgrade

Aye, aye, aye

Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night (That's right)

Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake (Aye)

Get some whipped cream on the top too (Gotta add that whipped cream)

Two straws, one check, girl, I got you (Girl, I got you)

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam (Styrofoam)

Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home (All the way home)

Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight

Aye, that's how we do, how we do, fancy like

My new, clean blue jeans without the holes in 'em

Country kisses on my lips without Skoal in 'em

Yeah, she probably gon' be keeping some Victoria's Secrets

Maybe a little Maybelline but she don't need it

In the kitchen light radio slows down

Boxed wine and her up-do goes down

Aye

Yeah, we fancy like Applebee's on a date night (That's right)

Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake (Aye)

Get some whipped cream on the top too (Gotta add that whipped cream)

Two straws, one check, girl, I got you

Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam (Styrofoam)

Squeak-squeakin' in the truck bed all the way home (All the way home)

Some Alabama-jamma, she my Dixieland delight

Aye, that's how we do, how we do, fancy like

Knife Talk - Drake featuring 21 Savage & Project Pat

 I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets

Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat

To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it's liquor

Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)

Sticker, AK-40 to your liver

Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)

Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast

Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)

I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher

Ain't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' Raptor

No capper, street nigga, not a rapper

Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper

Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'

We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend (Yeah)

Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'

Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)

Yeah

I heard Papi outside

And he got the double-R droppy outside

Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside

I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherfuckin'—

Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes

I despise

When I see you, better put that fuckin' pride to the side

Many times, plenty times, I survived

Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies

Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky

My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys

Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me

I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies

I fuck with her, and fuck with her, and her

I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure

Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks

Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts

Gang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah)

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang

'Til his brains hang and his mama sang

And the pastor sang and them bullets sang

And them choppers sang and the choir sang

I'm on everything

Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain

US Open, had it on us at the tennis game

Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games

And my pen insane, and my men insane

There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing

Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing

We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it

All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it

If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

Gang

Metro

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah

Way 2 Sexy - Drake featuring Future & Young Thug

I'm too sexy for my shirt

Too sexy for my shirt

So sexy, it hurts

I'm too sexy for Milan

Too sexy for Milan

New York or Japan

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

I'm too sexy for this syrup

Too sexy for your girl

Too sexy for this world

Too sexy for this ice

Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah

I'm too sexy for this chain

Too sexy for your gang

Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah

I'm too sexy for the trap

Too sexy for that cap

Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah

Okay, alright, that's fine, okay (Okay)

I'm feelin' too sexy to accept requests (Way too sexy)

And I'm way too sexy to go unprotected (Way too sexy)

And she popped a Tesla, now she goin' electric

Okay, alright, that's fine, okay

Think we got too sexy for that metro housin' (Way too sexy)

Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (Sixty piece)

Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (Woah, woah)

Yeah, I like it crowded

Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him

You a turnt up little thotty, ain't no wife about it

I'ma fuck her friends and send her back to Metro housin'

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

I'm too sexy for this syrup

Too sexy for your girl

Too sexy for this world

Too sexy for this ice

Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah

I'm too sexy for this chain

Too sexy for your gang

Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah

I'm too sexy for the trap

Too sexy for that cap

Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I pop out, get ghost on a bitch, she don't know where I went (Where I go?)

Pray for all my dogs, all my niggas behind the fence (Prayer)

Drippin' in it, I be spillin' in it, new designer gear bicoastal

Pay attention to the detail, goin' two-tone on a choker

Young niggas always ready to murk somethin', call them some smokers

Young nigga havin' motion, he gon' make sure the car get—

Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene

That's that action, her best work on her knees

Too sexy for this cash

Too sexy for this syrup

Too sexy for these pills, I'm too sexy for this

I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me

Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a bitch look sexy

I get cash wherever I fly, got bitches sexin' on me

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

I'm too sexy for this syrup

Too sexy for your girl

Too sexy for this world

Too sexy for this ice

Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah

I'm too sexy for this chain

Too sexy for your gang

Too sexy for this fame, yeah, yeah

I'm too sexy for the trap

Too sexy for that cap

Too sexy for that jack, yeah, yeah

Too sexy to count (Ah), fetty (Oh)

My neck baguetty (Hoo)

Red diamonds, spaghetti (Oh)

This paper, I shred it (Yeah)

I swindled, no sweatin'

I saw you (Bitch), beggin' (Ho)

Goddamn, you petty (Ha)

I ain't done spending (Yeah)

No penny pinch, I spend it (Spend)

Bags in and out (Let's get bags)

My man ain't gon' steal it (On God)

Hundred bags for her (Hundred bags)

Make these young hoes wish they was rich (Woo)

All-green gators, they look like a switch

Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks ('Mani)

I'm too sexy (Yeah)

My neck (Yeah), baguetties

Molest me (Woah), caress me (Woah)

I'll let you (Ah), todayski (Ski)

I been kickin' shit (Woah, woah), might need a prosthetic (Yeah)

I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (Woo) 

Magkabilang Mundo - Jireh Lim

Magkalayong agwat

Gagawin ang lahat

Mapasa'yo lang ang

Pag-ibig na alay sa'yo

Ang awit na to ay awit ko sa'yo

Sana ay madama

Magkabila man ang ating mundo

Kahit nasan ka man

Hindi ka papalitan

Nag iisa ka lang

Kahit na langit ka at lupa ako

Ang bituin ay aking dadamhin

Pag naiisip ka sabay kayong

Nagniningning

Chorus:

Dito ay umaga at dyan ay gabi

Ang oras natin ay magkasalungat

Ang aking hapunan ay

Iyong umagahan

Ngunit kahit na anong mangyari

Balang araw ay makakapiling ka

Hihintayin kita

Kahit nasan kapa

Di ako mawawala

Kahit na may dumating pa

Andito lang ako iibig

Saiyo hangga't nandyan ka pa

Hangga't wala ka pang iba

Repeat Chorus 4X

Maps - Maroon 5

 I miss the taste of a sweeter life

I miss the conversation

I'm searching for a song tonight

I'm changing all of the stations

I like to think that we had it all

We drew a map to a better place

But on that road I took a fall

Oh, baby, why did you run away?

I was there for you

In your darkest times

I was there for you

In your darkest nights

But I wonder, where were you?

When I was at my worst

Down on my knees

And you said you had my back

So I wonder, where were you?

When all the roads you took came back to me

So I'm following the map that leads to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following

I hear your voice in my sleep at night

Hard to resist temptation

'Cause something strange has come over me

And now I can't get over you

No, I just can't get over you

I was there for you

In your darkest times

I was there for you

In your darkest nights

But I wonder where were you?

When I was at my worst

Down on my knees

And you said you had my back

So I wonder where were you?

When all the roads you took came back to me

So I'm following the map that leads to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Yeah yeah yeah

Oh oh oh

Oh, I was there for you

Oh, in your darkest time

Oh, I was there for you

Oh, in your darkest nights

Oh, I was there for you

Oh, in your darkest time

Oh, I was there for you

Oh, in your darkest nights

But I wonder, where were you?

When I was at my worst

Down on my knees

And you said you had my back

So I wonder, where were you?

When all the roads you took came back to me

So I'm following the map that leads to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following

MAPA - SB19

 Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

Mama, kumusta na?

'Di na tayo lagi nagkikita

Miss na kita, sobra

Lagi nalang kami ang nauuna

'Di ba pwedeng ikaw muna

Akin na'ng pangamba

Dahil ikaw ang aking mata

Sa t'wing mundo'y nag-iiba

Ang dahilan ng aking paghinga

Kaya 'wag mag-alala

Ipikit ang 'yong mata, tahan na

Pahinga muna, ako na'ng bahala

Labis pa sa labis ang 'yong nagawa

Mama, pahinga muna

Ako na

Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

Papa, naalala mo pa ba

Nung ako ay bata pa, diba?

Aking puso'y 'yong hinanda sa

Mga bagay na buhay ang may dala

Dala ko ang 'yong bawat payo

At hanggang sa dulo, magkalayo man tayo

Ako'y tatayo, pangako, tatay ko

Dahil ikaw ang aking paa

Sa t'wing ako'y gagapang na

Ang dahilan ng aking paghinga

Kaya 'wag mag-alala

Ipikit ang 'yong mata, tahan na

Pahinga muna, ako na'ng bahala

Labis pa sa labis ang 'yong nagawa

Papa, pahinga muna

Ako na

Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

'Di ko na sasayangin pa'ng mga

Natitirang paghinga

Tutungo na kung sa'n naro'n ang mahalaga

Kahit na kailan pa ma'y 'di mawawala

Pagka't dala ko ang mapa

Sa'n man mapunta alam kung sa'n nag mula

'Wag mag-alala

Ipikit ang 'yong mata

Tahan na, pahinga muna

Ako na

Kaya 'wag mag-alala

Ipikit ang 'yong mata, tana

Pahinga muna, ako na'ng bahala

Labis pa sa labis ang 'yong nagawa

Ma, Pa, pahinga muna

Ako na

Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

Lataratara lataratara

Lataratara lataralata

Ma, Pa

Pahinga muna

Ako na

Rapstar - Polo G

 (Shout out my nigga, Synco)

Uh (Tuned up), copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag

Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it

I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'

Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'

I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?

I been makin' like two thousand a minute

So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'

I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it

I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it

And we might have a child when I'm finished

Uh, I won't love a ho, after we fuck, she can't get near me

Only bitch I give a conversation to is Siri

My pants Amiri, yes, I'm winnin', clearly

I'm the chosen one, seen my potential, so they fear me

Lately I've been prayin', God, I wonder, can You hear me?

Thinkin' 'bout the old me, I swear, I miss you dearly

Stay down 'til you come up, I've been stickin' to that theory

Every day a battle, I'm exhausted and I'm weary

Make sure I smile in public, when alone, my eyes teary

I fought through it all, but that shit hurt me severely

I've been gettin' high to hide behind my insecurities

Takin' different pills, but I know it ain't gon'-

Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag

Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it

I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'

Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'

I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?

I been makin' like two thousand a minute

So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'

I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it

I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it (Uh, uh)

And we might have a child when I'm finished

They say I'm Pac rebirth, never put out a weak verse

Homicides when we lurk, I'ma step 'til my feet hurt

Weren't puttin' them streets first

White tees turned burgundy t-shirts

Lookin' for somethin' real, he stuck in a deep search

Anxiety killin' me, I just want to leave Earth

When they ask if I'm okay, it just make everything seem worse

Try and explain your feelings, sound like something you rehearsed

Stabbed me in my back with a clean smirk

Lookin' so deep into your eyes, I can read your thoughts, so

Shut the fuck-, I mean, please don't talk

I done been through too much and I don't need another loss

Put that on every war scar for every battle I fought

Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag

Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it

I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'

Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'

I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?

I been makin' like two thousand a minute

So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'

I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it

I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it

And we might have a child when I'm finished

When I'm finished, when I'm finished