Devilman Music Junkie

[Devilman:]

Coulda been dubstep, coulda been grime

Coulda been house, coulda been funky

Coulda been trap or drum & Bass

I don’t care, I’m the music junkie

Coulda been hip-hop, coulda been soul

R&B, coulda been techno

Coulda been classic or heavy metal

Are you gonna stop my music? Heck no!

Coulda been dubstep, coulda been grime

Coulda been house, coulda been funky

Coulda been trap or drum & Bass

I don’t care, I’m the music junkie

Coulda been hip-hop, coulda been soul

R&B, coulda been techno

Coulda been classic or heavy metal

Are you gonna stop my music? Heck no!

[Devilman:]

Heck no, heck no, tell me what you don’t get bro

I am the music junkie, coulda been recent, coulda been retro

I used to blast out them old school Sidewinder tape packs in a hot metro

Take some MDMA, then that sets the hardcore techno

I love my music, so I can’t let go

Man I been on this thing from the get go

Started my music career on jungle

Went to a rave, but I didn’t get a set though

They didn’t know that the levels were high

Helicopter, aeroplane and jet flow

When I say wun li long tiu len joon wun sen

They wanna book me for a set though

Coulda been dubstep, coulda been grime

Coulda been house, coulda been funky

Coulda been trap or drum & Bass

I don’t care, I’m the music junkie

Coulda been hip-hop, coulda been soul

R&B, coulda been techno

Coulda been classic or heavy metal

Are you gonna stop my music? Heck no!

[Sox:]

Heck no, heck no, it’s Invasion and SHM bro

Me I’m a Brumtown bad boy

If you can’t see that wake up and smell the Kenco

I used to link girls in west Brum, get head, then go home on the metro

She said she wanted MDMA, that’s why I spiked her drink with Benzo

Then gave her the horse meat like Tesco

We ain’t got beef but she keeps her head low

Started the music career in Newtown, now I got fans in San Francisco

They know we’ve got the heaviest vibes so they’re on Facetime giving me a live sex show

Are you gonna stop my music? Heck no!

(Heck no, heck no, heck, heck, heck no)

[Devilman (Flirta D):]

Coulda been dubstep, coulda been grime

Coulda been house, coulda been funky

Coulda been trap or drum & Bass

I don’t care, I’m the music junkie

Coulda been hip-hop, coulda been soul

R&B, coulda been techno

Coulda been classic or heavy metal

(Devz I see you)

Are you gonna stop my music? Heck no!

(Let’s get it)

[Flirta D:]

Coulda been Flirta, coulda been Flush

Coulda been a big rave, coulda been a chubs

Most of the [?] shit, we got the goods

Note to the [?] shit, we from the hood

Coulda been dubstep, coulda been pen

Coulda been trap, I’m about that life

Coulda been bassline, coulda been drums

See me in a pic with your baby mums

Coulda been hip-hop, coulda been soul

Coulda been out there, coulda been home

Coulda been Youtube, coulda been road

Coulda been a (legend)

Coulda been a (myth)

Coulda been [?]

Coulda been [?]

Coulda been (master)

Coulda been (uhhh)

I’m a music junkie rude boy, no I’m tryna go

(Uhhh)

[Devilman:]

Coulda been dubstep, coulda been grime

Coulda been house, coulda been funky

Coulda been trap or drum & Bass

I don’t care, I’m the music junkie

Coulda been hip-hop, coulda been soul

R&B, coulda been techno

Coulda been classic or heavy metal

Are you gonna stop my music? Heck no!

[Devilman (Badness):]

Wun sen, coulda been funky

I don’t care I’m the music junkie

(You know what I mean, yeah)

R&B, coulda been techno

Are you gonna stop my music? Heck no!

The Cars Up And Down

do you have to be so hard to get

especially with those emerald eyes

you might have been a neon lover

but you didn’t have to advertise

well come on, well come on

you might have been a crackshot shooter

hung up on your figurine

under the cold and darkly sky

you’re the only light I’ve seen

[Chorus:]

well come on, well come on

and it happens everytime

i’m still hanging on the line

don’t want to go up and down

you don’t have to be so touch

i’ll tell you when I’ve had enough

you don’t have to reek with charm

you won’t have to twist my arm

well come on, well come on

[Chorus]

Metric Front Row

I’m in the front row with a bottle

Don’t know what I can’t decide

I’m in the front row, I’m a model

Don’t know what I can’t describe

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All of us

Burnout stars they shine so bright

He’s not perfect

He’s my hero

Smashing the piano

Spitting on the front row

Chronic confrontation

Psychic conversation

Radical Compassion

Louder than the action of all of us

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All of us

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All the stars

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All of us

Burnout stars they shine so bright

I’m in the front row with a bottle

Don’t know what I can’t decide

I’m in the front row, I’m a model

Don’t know what I can’t describe

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All of us

Burnout stars they shine so bright

He’s not perfect

He’s a victim of his occupation

Social Insulation

Secret Intervention

Charge him with possession

I just want to watch him

Make a break and beat them, all the stars

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All the stars

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All the stars

Burnout stars they shine so bright

All the stars

Burnout stars they shine so bright

Burnout stars they shine so bright [4x]

Priory Need To Know

Wake up with a weight upon my chest

You’re fast asleep

I listen to your breath

Can we still be great

Is there enough time left

To make your proud and live without regret

My mind is plagued with things that I don’t say

I suck it up and choose to start the day

Cause that’s the one thing

[Chorus:]

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

I’m scared to death that I might lose my health

Fade away before the cards are dealt

One too many times I cross the line

Will I lose myself to a damaged mind?

Will I fuck it up and cause her pain

My father’s son, I change my name

About to break the pressure just to run

I swallow it down

I won’t show my crush

[Chorus x3:]

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

My fear, my pride

My double life

My darker side

All these little white lies

This is the place I hide

[Chorus:]

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

My fear, my pride

My double life

My darker side

[Chorus:]

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

She never ever need to know

My fear of trust

My wanderlust

I want to run

Dani Shay Superheroes

I think about the days when we were young

And care free

We never even bothered to ask

Who are we or Who we should be

We just existed with no resistance

We were superheroes then

But times have changed

And wars are raging

Underneath our skin

We’re dodging bullets and

Holding ground

Pushing, pulling and weighing down

What happened to that cape I used to wear?

Is it out there?

Is it out there?

And if you find it somewhere inside of me

Help me find it because I should be flying

I wanna be a superhero again

And finish this war under my skin.

Oh but, History has shown us

That when times are gettin hard

It’s time for us to grow and see exactly who we are

The morning after the storm

Is always brighter than the rest

Right?

Especially when you know you past your test

But the tests are only standerized

In little public schools

Were they’ve given you all the answers

And prepared you with the rules

I don’t think life on earth is set up

Quite the same

It’s every man out for himself

Until we make things change

Can we make things change?

So give me one thing

Something please

Just a glimmer of hope

I’m on my knees

I need to know that I’m not

That I’m not crazy

And if I am

Then tell me now so I can

Tie my cape to my straight jacket

And bow out

’cause I am not about to go down this way

No not the superhero

Today

I guess I’m not the superhero

Today

Sevdaliza The Valley

Mama said “Baby don’t cry

You’d better dress up and be a big girl”

Mama I’m scared of living

Is daddy gon’ drive us up the hill?

Daddy done lost his mind

Heaven and Hell, it’s the same

Fire in his burning eyes

Big boys cry without a shame

Daddy said “Honey don’t try”

I’d wreck my gun to your face

Daddy I’m scared to die

Isn’t mom gon’ save us out of this place?

Don’t you cry

Don’t you cry

Don’t you try

Don’t you cry

Don’t you try

Don’t you cry

Carolina Liar Miss America

No, you want to think

That it’s okay

The air is thin, you smoke anyway

It’s just another day

You run in place

Until your legs, they shake

They ache, the pain don’t change a thing

It’s just another day

Just breathe

You don’t have to say a word

It’s never worth a fight

You’re gonna lose your mind

You’re dying Miss America

Looking for some sense of shelter

You don’t know what you’re after

No, why don’t you turn to stone

You live so fast

All for no-one

Dream won’t last

Forgotten where you’re from

So where did all go wrong

Just breathe

You don’t have to say a word

It’s never worth a fight

You’re gonna lose your mind

You’re dying Miss America

Just breathe

You don’t have to say the world

It’s never worth a fight

You’re gonna lose your mind

You’re dying Miss America

Miss America!

Miss America!

There will be no setting sun tonight

We’ll have to leave you home

Tonight!

You don’t have to say a word

It’s never worth a fight

You’re gonna lose your mind

You’re dying Miss America

Just breathe

You don’t have to say a word

It’s never worth a fight

You’re gonna lose your mind

You’re dying Miss America

Did you believe,

You were gonna fix it all?

You wanna be so strong

It’ll always go so wrong

You’re dying Miss America

No, you want to think

That it’s ok

To think it’s just another day

You’re dying Miss America

No you want to think

That it’s ok

To think it’s just another day

You’re dying Miss America

Katy Perry Milk Milk Lemonade

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

I know you’re thirsty baby standing in the heat

I’ve got the juicy fruit, those sweet peaches and cream

You wanna wet your whistle, come and have a drink (ice cold)

Cool as a cucumber you’re coming on to me

You say you got the ripest melons on the street

My honeydew and your banana make a treat

‘Cause baby don’t you know all the boys are jelly of you

But first comes, first serve

Don’t you know that it’s so delicious, yummy and new

But first comes, first serves, so bottoms up!

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

You’ll have to count your calories when you’re with me

Because my sugar gonna give you cavities

Don’t wanna share me cause I’m such a tasty treat (yummy)

I let you double dip it in your favorite sauce

I even let you eat the cherry on the top

You beg for seconds in a diabetic shock (what?)

Cause baby don’t you know all the boys are jelly of you

But first comes, first serve

Don’t you know that it’s so delicious, yummy and new

But first comes, first serves, so bottoms up!

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Opened 24 hours, more than 31 flavors

To satisfy your craving

I know you’re sick of the Kool-Aid

I got your upgrade

one sip you’ll be salivated

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Milk, Milk, Lemonade

Round the back where chocolate’s made

Brett Young Define Me

How does it feel to know

That I can’t get you off my mind

Oh I can try

But you get inside my head

And I would be just fine if I knew

What I was to you

Am I forgettable?

Is mine the name that ties your tongue

Or am I memorable?

Is there a chance I can be the one

Have I changed anything?

Is there a place you keep from me

What have I become to you?

Define me, define me

What am I supposed to do?

I’m scared of reaching out to you

To have you pull away

I’m not afraid of letting go

It would sure be nice to know

The right kind of place

Am I forgettable?

Is mine the name that ties your tongue

Or am I memorable?

Is there a chance I can be the one

Have I changed anything?

Is there a place you keep from me

What have I become to you?

Define me, define me

And I’ve, I’ve waited every patiently

And I, I’ve come up with a few simple things that you

Can say to reassure me that your mine

One last time

Am I forgettable?

Is mine the name that ties your tongue

Or am I memorable?

Is there a chance I can be the one

Have I changed anything?

Is there a place you keep from me

What have I become to you?

Define me, oh baby,

Am I forgettable?

Is mine the name that ties your tongue

Or am I memorable?

Is there a chance I can be the one

Have I changed anything?

Is there a place you keep from me

What have I become to you?

Define me, define me

ScHoolboy Q Collard Greens

[Intro:]

Yea, yea, yea

Uh, uh… yo, yo

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]

Oh, oh, luxury

Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

Oh, oh, down with that shit

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye

Oh, oh, down with the shit

This, that, pop this down with the shit

[Schoolboy Q:]

Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver

Watch this, no tick, yeah, I’m the nigga

Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots out the liver

Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer, shit

Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter

Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object

Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings

Lovely, pinky how not I remember

Fiendin’; gimme, gimme, gimme some

Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue

Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb

Blow it baby, no Saddam (icky, icky, icky)

Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool

Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco

And gas, not the Arco, poppin’ since the intro

You shoppin’ from the window, play my favorite tempo

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Hold up, BIATCH! This your favorite song

Translation: Ven aquí mami, ese culo

Tu quieres coger mi huevos y papi molesto espero

Chupa ese puto pendejo el pinche cabrón; let’s get it

Nights like this I’m a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this

I am more than a man, I’m a God bitch, touche, en garde

Toupée drop and her two tits pop, out of that tank top and bra

And when I say “Doo Doo Doo Doo!” Bitch, that be K. Dot

She want some more of this – I give her more of this, I owe her this

In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I’m forgis

I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this, and focus

And slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch

I’m famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror

Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest

Watch it, your optics, poppin’ out, you look the weirdest

Pop my top on the 105 head with no power steering, ah!

[Chorus]

[Schoolboy Q:]

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom

Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed ’em

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem

Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana

Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker

Psych ward is ballin’, dope craze like no other

Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama

Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin’

Uh, faded faded faded right

Shot glass super size, she gon’ get some dick tonight

Meet me at the W, and no it’s not the westside

Stick it up your southside (icky icky icky)

Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude

What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes

Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q

We gon’ turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

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