Miley Cyrus & Adam Sandler – No Freedom (Dido Cover) (On ‘the Tonight Show) (Live)

Take it by your silence
That I’m free to walk out the door
By the look in your eyes I can tell
You don’t think I’ll be back for more
Try to think of the world
Where you could stay and these safe hands could go
Take your heart above the water
Wherever I choose to go
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Even when you don’t see me
Even when you don’t hear
I’ll be flying low below the sun
And you’ll feel it all out here
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Standing here in silence
The world in front of me
Holding you in my hand
And seeing as you’d see
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No freedom without love

Miley Cyrus – The Climb (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody’s gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah! Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It’s all about, it’s all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there’s a voice inside my head saying
"You’ll never reach it"
Every step I’m taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking
But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high
There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb
The struggles I’m facing
The chances I’m taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I’m not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I’m gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on
‘Cause there’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah!

Lil Pump – Who Dat

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)
[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? Lil Pump, Lil Pump
[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’?

Fashawn – Proud

Woodson, found black history
Doctor Vivien Thomas, the first heart surgery
Kwame Ture used to be Stokely Carmichael
Bagged Mariam Makeba definitely was a leader
In his own right ‘Keba was diva in her own light
Before ‘Yonce married Jay, Ashanti, Brandy
Keyshia Cole, Lauryn Hill if you’re speaking soul
I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old
Angela Davis bailed out by a Fresnan
It was about community wasn’t about complexion
Elijah and Fard, they were writin’ for Allah
Pictures of Bob Marley and Selassie on my wall
‘Til the day they free [?], Max B, and Bobby Shmurda
We all on trial eminently since a child
I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud An educator
Marian Anderson? An opera singer
Duke Ellington? [Intro]
Let’s do some history, who is Malcolm X? A jazz composer
[Verse 1]
What about the life of Marcus Garvey, we all know Martin
Wouldn’t have your light, if it wasn’t for my darkness
Blacker than the panther on the jacket of Huey P. A scientist
Shirley Chisholm? Newton
And Bobby Seale, a few of us rotten still
We built this country off blood and sweat
Tear drops and pick cotton in mud we step
Momma Harriet Tubman was a woman so real
Only woman in history with a face on a bill
Besides Hillary Clinton, who we speak of America
Original man yet they treat us inferior
I put that on the soul of Nat Turner
The memory of Sojourner
And the others no longer with us
I’m admittin’ I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
[Verse 2]
Brother Clarence 13X was a hero to me
Felt like a Five Percenter was the thing to be
In the wild wild west I still pray to the east
MJ on the speakers MJ’s on my feet
Before Mike and Mayweather came Muhammad Ali
Only difference between ‘em, he did it with dignity
Doctor Carter G. First black congress woman
Mary McLeod Bethune? A fighter for freedom
George Washington Carver?

Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)
[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’? [Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here? Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man! [Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

Oddisee – You Grew Up

[Verse One]
Let me take it back to my childhood
When Six Flags was still called Wild World
Where I had every race as a neighbor
We were all working class trying to make it out of our hood
My best friend back then was a white kid
We was tight he liked the same things I did
Despite us being different colors, man
We were tight as Elmer’s, and we called each other brothers
While I was trying to keep my Nikes clean
He was trying to scuff his Chucks up
He was grunge, I was fresh we were young
And we cuss along to rap trying to sneaking into punk clubs
But things changed when his pops got laid off
He blamed my father for the loss of his job
He said immigrants robbed citizens jobs
And I better never set foot again in his yard
As we became adults in a cult called America, he got himself a job as an officer of law
My thoughts got blacker and his views got cracker
There was no way backwards, to the roots at heart
Many years apart, I recognized him in the news
He shot a black man that was sitting in his car
Near the same park where we used to shoot hoops
And all I could blame was the cause
[Hook]
You grew up
No you didn’t change
You were made the same
As those before you came
You grew up
All our growing pains
Were given like our names
You just bought the blame
You grew up

[Verse Two]
You ever have a friend that became a fanatic
Most of you all haven’t
But if you ever did
You’d understand the one thing they all have in common
That somebody took advantage of their damage as a kid
I knew a guy who’s folks were professors
Proof in the flesh that Allah was a blesser
Grew up in a mid-western town, where there weren’t many brown people he could seek reflection
Got picked on in school during lectures
Graduated hating everybody in his class
Picked on because he prayed five to the east
And he didn’t eat meat that Allah said was bad
One day a man approached him in a mosque
Changed his life when he asked him a question
Do you ever feel your life was a loss
And what if I could teach you that life is a weapon
Attracted strong to the feeling of acceptance
He was soon gone with delusions of a cause
People of the present had faces of the past, make it easier to blast them if he feel they did him wrong
You can raise a child in a house full of love
But can’t keep them safe in a world full of hate
So he blew up
The only mistake that could hold all the blame
[Hook]
You grew up
No you didn’t change
You were made the same
As those before you came
You grew up
All our growing pains
Were given like our names
You just bought the blame
You grew up

[Verse Three]
My heart’s a jug and when I was born it was filled with love
It ranneth over, life ran me over till I spilled the blood
I poured the cups and I left it up you to say enough
Never ending, never quenching, I sealed it up
Tried to change my reality but settled for, real enough
Life is better when you’re thinking lesser go on give it up
When I was younger I was so determined I would change it all Couldn’t fly but wasn’t chained to fall
So where is it I put the blame and cause
Well, I grew up

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made

I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me? Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga? Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top

Linkin Park – One More Light (Lyric Video)

Well I do
The reminders pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need oh
And you’re angry, and you should be, it’s not fair
Just ’cause you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it, isn’t there
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do
Well I do Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore? In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out? In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out? If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do
Who cares if one more light goes out? Should’ve stayed, were there signs, I ignored? If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out? If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out? We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
There are things that we can have, but can’t keep
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

Who are y’all? [Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park In whose coupe? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? What are you talkin’ ’bout?

Half man half shark – King Krule lyrics

And if you don’t know and if you don’t care, don’t try to hide it
You’re not even there
And if you don’t know and if you don’t care, don’t try to fight it
You’re not even aware
And if you don’t know and if you don’t care, don’t try to fight it
You’re not even there
And if you don’t know and if you don’t care, don’t try to fight it
You’re not even there. I’ll never know
Ah man if you try and it works well maybe it could stay
It’s the evoke of trust holding this frame of rust, I had to let go
To let this place combust you must refrain from lust
Dismantle the throne. You were so fine the moonlight, head aligned with your eyes in my sight
Caught everything versuri-lyrics.info
Simple soft thoughts, simples soft thoughts become menacing
Twisted raw adrenaline
Racing through my bones, racing through my body. Half man with the body of a shark
Half man with the body of a shark
Half man with the body of a shark
Don’t try to hide it
Half man with the body of a shark. (x16) (half man half shark)
Half man with the body of a shark, man you know they left me in the dark for days
Ah man if you try and it works well maybe it can stay
It was a corrosive touch, I just lost too much in my soul
Perhaps the emotive rush turned my brain to mush
I’ll never know. Brother, brother
I’ve only got two fighting hands
Brother, brother
Make it hard for us to understand
Brother, brother
I’ve only got two fighting hands
Brother, brother
They make it hard for us to get together in this land. You were so fine the moonlight, head aligned with your eyes in my sight
Caught everything
Simple soft thoughts, simples soft thoughts become menacing
Twisted raw adrenaline
Racing through my bones, racing through my body. Lyrics King Krule – Half man half shark
Half man with the body of a shark. They just don’t careee.(half man half shark)
King Krule lyrics
Video shark See world you’ll never know
At least when you look to the stars they still glow
Well not for me though
Body and head are empty, even when we’re toe to toe
Well I suppose, I’ll forever be the only one who knows
Aspirations ingrown, I’ll forever be alone. See world you’ll never know
At least when you look to the stars they still glow
Well not for me though
Body and head are empty, even when we’re toe to toe
Well I suppose, I’ll forever be the only one who knows
Aspirations ingrown, I’ll forever be alone.

MAREN MORRIS – Dear Hate lyrics

Dear Hate
I saw you on the news today
Like a shock that takes my breath away
You fall like rain, cover us in drops of paint
I’m afraid that we just might drown
[Verse 2]
Dear Hate
Well, you sure are colorblind
Your kiss is the cruelest kind
You could poison any mind
Just look at mine
Don’t know how this world keeps spinning ’round and round
[Chorus]
You were there in the garden like a snake in the grass
I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass
You whisper down through history and echo through these halls
But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer all
[Verse 3 – Vince Gill]
Dear Hate
You were smiling from that Selma bridge;
In Dallas, when that bullet hit, and Jackie cried;
You pulled those towers from the sky
But even on our darkest nights, we’ll keep spinning ’round
[Chorus]
You were there in the garden like a snake in the grass
I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass
You whisper down through history and echo through these halls
But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer all
[Bridge]
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
[Coda]
Dear Love
Just when I think you’ve given up
You were there in the garden when I ran from your voice
I hear you every morning through the chaos and the noise
You still whisper down through history and echo through these halls
And tell me love’s gonna conquer all
Gonna conquer all

KEHLANI – Honey lyrics

Do-do-do do-do
Love, do-do-do do-do Is it love? Do-do-do do-do
To be the same prophesy? I go out to the bar, f*ck hangin’ with the stars
Don’t even have a car, but you would wait for me
[Refrain]
All, all, all, all the pretty girls in the world
All the pretty girls in the world
But I’m in this space with you
Colored out the line
I came to find, my fire was fate with you
My heartache would stay with you
Escape with you
[Chorus]
I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet
A little selfish, huh
I like my women like I like my money; green
A little jealous
Oh, I’m a beautiful wreck
A colorful mess, but I’m funny
Oh, I’m a heartbreak vet
With a stone-cold neck, I’m so charming, oh, oh
[Bridge]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do do-do
Do-do-do do-do
Do-do-do do-do
Da-da-da da-da
Do-do-do do-do
[Outro]
Is it love all we need? Is it love? Do-do-do do-do
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti, is it love? I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet
A little selfish
I like my women like I like my money; green
A little jealous
‘Cause I’m a beautiful wreck
A colorful mess, but I’m funny
Oh, I’m a heartbreak vet
With a stone-cold neck, yeah, I’m charming
[Refrain]
All the pretty girls in the world
But I’m in this space with you
Colored out the line
I came to find, my fire was fate with you
Heartache would stay with you
Fly great escapes with you
[Verse]
I countdown to the clock, saw you awake
Don’t walk away, or would you wait for me?

TOM PETTY – Free Fallin’ lyrics

She’s a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
It’s a long day, livin’ in Reseda
There’s a freeway, runnin’ through the yard
And I’m a bad boy, cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart
[Chorus]
And I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
[Verse 2]
All the vampires, walkin’ through the valley
Move west down Ventura Blvd
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts
[Chorus]
And I’m free, I’m free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
[Verse 3]
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for awhile
[Chorus]
And I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
And I’m free, free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
Oh! Free fallin’
(Free fallin’, I’m-a free fallin’)
And I’m free, oh! free fallin’