M83 - Steve McQueen Lyrics

M83 Steve McQueen Lyrics. These Steve McQueen Lyrics are performed by French electronic music band M83, off of their sixth studio album "Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming", that was released on 18 October 2011. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Steve McQueen Lyrics by M83

I woke up stronger than ever.
Driven by big waves of fire.
To run and yell all the way.
Nothing can hurt me today.

There’s a magic inside.
Just waiting to burst out.
The world is a goldmine.
That will melt tomorrow.

I just can’t recognize myself.
Tears of joy run all over my face.
My sensations reach the limit.
Nothing can hurt me today.

There’s a magic inside.
Just waiting to burst out.
There world is a goldmine.
That will melt tomorrow.

Living for, living for a thrill…
Just waiting! Just waiting!
Just waiting! Just waiting!
Just waiting! Just waiting!
Just waiting! Just waiting!
Just waiting! Just waiting!

Steve McQueen Lyrics & Video by M83, top singles chart, new albums 2012, pop, hip hop, r&b, rock, songtext, meuziek, letras de musicas, words to songs, az lyrics search, letra de canciones, music hits, lirik lagu steve mcqueen

Kendrick Lamar Ft. MC Eiht - m.A.A.d City Lyrics

These m.A.A.d City Lyrics are performed by American hip hop recording artist, Kendrick Lamar feat MC Eiht. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Kendrick Lamar - M.A.A.d City Lyrics ft. MC Eiht

[intro/bridge]
if pirus and crips all got along
they’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
seem like the whole city go against me
every time i’m in the street i hear

[schoolboy q]
“yock! yock! yock! yock!”

[hook]
“man down
where you from, nigga?”
“fuck you, where you from my nigga”
“no, where you from, my nigga?”
“where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?”
this m.a.a.d city like, “run, my nigga.”

[verse 1]
brace yourself, i’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
this is not a rap on how i’m slingin crack or move cocaine
this is cul de sac and plenty congnac and major pain
not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin on your brain
it was me, o-boog[?], and yaya[?] watchin lucky ride down rosecrantz
it got ugly, wavin yo hand out the window. check yo self
uh, warriors and conans
hope euphoria can slow dance with society
the tribe received the first one to get killed
seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
at the same crib they stay, where — hang out
now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
but ever since that day, i was lookin at him different
that was back when i was nine
joey packed the nine
packed to stand on every porch was fine
we adapt to crime
pack a van with four guns at a time
with the sliding door
fuck is up?
fuck you shootin for if you ain’t walkin up?
you fuckin punk
pickin up the fuckin pump
pickin off you suckers
suck a dick or die or sucker punch
or warn the bullets comin from
ak’s
ar’s
“aye y’all. duck.”
that’s what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch
aw man
god damn
all hell broke loose
you killed my cousin back in ’94. fuck yo truce
now crawl yo head in that noose
you wind up dead on the news
ain’t no peace treaty, just pieces
bg’s up to pre-approve
bodies on top of bodies
iv’s on top of iv’s
obviously the coroner between the sheets like the isleys
when you hop on that trollie
make sure your colors correct
make sure you’re cornbread, or they’ll be callin your mother collect
they say the governor collect
all of our taxes except
when we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain’t no threat
you movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep wit a teck
go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, i guess
m.a.a.d city

[hook]
“man down
where you from, nigga?”
“fuck you.”
“no, where you from, my nigga?”
“where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?”
this m.a.a.d city like, “run, my nigga.”

[intro/bridge]
if pirus and crips all got along
they’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
seem like the whole city go against me
every time i’m in the street i hear

[schoolboy q]
“yock! yock! yock!—

(static)

[mc eiht]
wake yo punk ass up!
it ain’t nothin but a compton thang
chyea
real simple and plain
i’mma teach you some lessons about the street
it ain’t nothin but a compton thang
chyea
how we do

[verse 2]
fresh outta school cause i was a high school grad

M.A.A.d City Lyrics & Video by Kendrick Lamar featuring MC Eiht, top singles chart, album 2012, pop, hip hop, r&b, rock, songtext, meuziek, letras, words to songs, az lyrics search, letra, lirik lagu m.a.a.d city

Mac Miller - He Who Ate All The Caviar Lyrics

These He Who Ate All The Caviar Lyrics are performed by American rapper Mac Miller. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Mac Miller - He Who Ate All The Caviar Lyrics

[verse 1]
uh
i made more than this money (whoa)
don’t label me as no business (no)
came up in this country (yeah)
started out in the civic (yeah)
pray for rain til’ it’s money (money)
praying more than sunday (sunday)
eating good, i’m still hungry
left no evidence on these dishes (clean)
watching movies, no sound (nope)
smoking weed in this dopehouse (dope)
and my bitch coked out
smoke loud when she go down (suck a dick, bitch)
damn, this the life (life)
riding on gary fisher bikes (skrr)
know the kid is nice
piece of cake, you won’t get a slice (bitch)
time of night, hide your kids, hide your wife (oh)
find a sip, bottle sprite (oh)
high as shit, blind a bitch, dynamite (bang)
bitch, tell me what your problems like (i wanna know, for real, i just wanna know)
just got the pipe, we could talk all night
sike

[hook 1]
i get money, i fuck hoes
i wear really nice clothes, i
go to the club and buy all patrón (all of it!)
i get a lot of
bitches who love to suck my dick (bitch!)
i made a lot of money
i’m real motherfucking rich (i’m so motherfucking rich!)

[hook 2]
i get money, i fuck hoes
i wear really nice clothes, i (bitch!)
go to the club and buy all patrón (cash, motherfucker)
i get a lot of
bitches who love to suck my dick (slut-ass hoes)
i made a lot of money
i’m real motherfucking rich (i’m so motherfucking rich!)

[verse 2]
why the fuck did i start this? (huh)
now, i’m spitting retarded (huh?)
that bassline
made that, that’s the hardest (yeah, it is)
regardless
i could get this yardage (yeah!)
cause i’m a quarterback
bitch, gimme my quarter back (now)
change
vending machine, make it rain (wow)
buying out the whole bottom floor
buying out the whole bottom drawer (wow)
buying out the whole bottom row
there’s ice in my mouth right now
meech, you that shit, bitch, i’m cold (whoa)
yeah, i’m cold
all you rappers, you old
don’t go to award shows cause they smell like nursing homes (gross)
yeah
never wanna get nominated
yeah, i do, i’m just pissed i haven’t got nominated

[hook 1]
i get money, i fuck hoes
i wear really nice clothes, i
go to the club and buy all patrón (all of it!)
i get a lot of
bitches who love to suck my dick (bitch!)
i made a lot of money
i’m real motherfucking rich (i’m so motherfucking rich!)

[hook 2]
i get money, i fuck hoes
i wear really nice clothes, i (bitch!)
go to the club and buy all patrón (cash, motherfucker)
i get a lot of
bitches who love to suck my dick (slut-ass hoes)
i made a lot of money
i’m real motherfucking rich (i’m so motherfucking rich!)

He Who Ate All The Caviar Lyrics & Video by Mac Miller, top charts, album 2012, pop, hip hop, r&b, rock, songtext, meuziek, letras, words to songs, az lyrics search, letra, lirik lagu he who ate all the caviar

Masspike Miles Ft. Gunplay - Flight 69 Lyrics

These Flight 69 Lyrics are performed by Masspike Miles feat Gunplay. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Masspike Miles Ft. Gunplay - Flight 69 Lyrics

yeah, aw, yeah, aw,
staring at your derry on, my metal’s been detected by you
your ass look like a carry on, and you the luggage girl i can’t deny it
uh she like it, girl what you need
give it to me baby, let your boy see it
uh girl you got me faded, i’m reaching insecurity, oh yeah
i’m feeling her, she feeling me
i’m digging her, she digging me
got a tat that’s sex friendly on her ab
i need to know can i get my buddy fav

[chorus]
meet me at the terminal, board to flight 69 baby let’s go
screaming out my name, yeah, mount high
you’ve been fueling up my jet baby let’s fly

i need your assistance, so come a little closer babe
touching your body can’t resist it, buckle up cause this ride’s getting bumpy babe
uh she like it, girl what you need
give it to me baby, let your boy see it
uh girl you got me faded, i’m reaching insecurity, oh yeah
i’m feeling her, she feeling me
i’m digging her, she digging me
got a tat that’s sex friendly on her ab
i need to know can i get my buddy fav

[chorus]
meet me at the terminal, board to flight 69 baby let’s go
screaming out my name, yeah, mount high
you’ve been fueling up my jet baby let’s fly

i’m so digging you, let a nigga dig in you
sow hunned proof leather, nigga get a sweet in you
let my cold heart in this ice shiver you
special delivery you, killer pussy merry you
milk in her cereal, now tell me i’m imperial
tell i’m the pinnacle, while a nigga pin at you
you a trophy bitch i don’t mind winning you
only if you don’t mind criminals
your cold as swag but that’s just me though
bitch told her bitch i told her that’s just p though
my free dough’s flipping rap beat oh
polygraph’s tryina fuck with my freedom, cunt
you … exited, i’ma ball to you in a breath left breathing
end of the world i be the last steve scheming
with the ash still steaming, still seat best eating

[chorus]
meet me at the terminal, board to flight 69 baby let’s go
screaming out my name, yeah, mount high
you’ve been fueling up my jet baby let’s fly
fueling up my jet baby let’s fly.

Flight 69 Lyrics & Video by Masspike Miles featuring Gunplay

Maroon 5 - One More Night Lyrics and Video

These One More Night Lyrics are performed by pop rock band Maroon 5. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Maroon 5 Lyrics - One More Night

You and I go on at each other like we’re going to war
You and I go rough. We keep throwing things and slamming the door
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we start keeping score
You and I get sick, yeah I know that we can’t do this no more

But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
Baby, I stopped using my head, using my head. Let it all go
now you’re stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
and now I’m feeling stupid, feeling stupid coming back to you

So I cross my heart and i hope to die
that I’ll only stay with you one more night
and I know I said it a million times
but I’ll only stay with you one more night

Try to tell you no but my body keeps on telling you yeah
Try to tell you stop but your lipstick’s got me so out of breath
I’ll be waking up in the morning probably be hating myself
I’ll be waking up inner satisfied, guilty as held

But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
and I stopped using my head, using my head. Let it all go
now you’re stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
and now I’m feeling stupid, feeling stupid running back to you

So I cross my heart and i hope to die
that I’ll only stay with you one more night
and I know I said it a million times
but I’ll only stay with you one more night

Yeah maybe we need one more night x3

baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
and i stopped using my head, using my head. Let it all go
now you’re stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
Yeah… yeah… yeahhhh

So I cross my heart and i hope to die
that I’ll only stay with you one more night
and I know I said it a million times
but I’ll only stay with you one more night x2

Oh maybe we need one more night

One More Night Lyrics and Video by Maroon 5

Mumford & Sons - Babel Lyrics

These Babel Lyrics are performed by British indie folk band Mumford & Sons. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Mumford & Sons Lyrics - Babel

I know the time has numbered my days,
and I’ll go along with everything you say
But I’ll ride home laughing, look at me now,
for the walls of my tower they come crumbling down
And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons,
and I know the choices color all I’ve done
But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son,
I ain’t ever lived a year better spent in love

‘Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
and I’ll believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is fast
but I’ll be born without a mask

Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride,
I stretched my arms into the sky
I cry Babel, Babel, look at me now
For the walls of my tower they come crumbling down
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl
Is all we see we’ll slipping to the cloud?
So come down from your mountain and stand where we’ve been
You know our breath is weak and our body thin

Press my nose up to the glass around your heart
I should’ve known I was weaker from the start
You’ll build your walls, and I will play my bloody part
To tear, tear them down
Well I’m gonna tear, tear them down

‘Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
and I’ll believe in grace and choice
And I know perhaps my heart is fast
but I’ll be born without a mask

Babel Lyrics Video by Mumford and Sons

French Montana Ft. Curren$y & Mac Miller - It Was A Good Year Lyrics

These It Was A Good Year Lyrics are performed by French Montana feat Curren$y & Mac Miller. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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French Montana Ft. Curren$y & Mac Miller Lyrics - It Was A Good Year

hard up, thinking bout the best move next
light fuck jet blue, i need a blue jet
never underestimate the underdog green
(damn sir, where’d you find this?)
best thing came about to your feast
came up, what a hell of a man
4-4, long nose, call me elephant man
drag the niggas from the bottom to the bottom, homie i could tell
from crabs in the bucket to the last to tell
back in my little room shack, work flipping the back
nigga trippin the set, i gotta lick here
9 inch show by the brick hell
like fuck good day, this a good year

every day get paid, straight hustle
club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em
never know holmes, might trip the triple double
triple double, triple double, triple double
never know holmes, might trip the triple double
trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
never know holmes, might trip the triple double

get me on the court and i’m
troubling the exotic sports car, no top
something gorgeous inside it, aksing if she could drive it
they don’t make this for novice, they make these for pilots
on wheels, 3 piece stainless steel
hater tryna throw mud, it’s love
i came out standing steel
what’s really real when these bitches behaving
like in air force all sex crazy
my home girl molly came got it poppin
i’m just watchin, pullin the lighter from my back pocket like they had karate
she won’t kick it, sit by me
come over to the crib, get hit by me
woke er up and told er get that money to them lanes
you were sent by me, it’s jet life over here partner
and plus nobody i know got popped in
new orleans where i be, smoking pot with your hoes
avoid potholes on these streets, i am dreaded

every day get paid, straight hustle
club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em
never know holmes, might trip the triple double
triple double, triple double, triple double
never know holmes, might trip the triple double
trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
never know holmes, might trip the triple double

today was a good day, great day
yea, it was a pay day
so make way for motherfuckers only bout that gray day
making money now, what the fuck you talkin bout
when these bitches start trippin we just lock em out
gotta bounce, and that’s a regular day
for that independent rap shit i’m paving the way
they hatin away that i’m bathing in a
hustler coming for your neck, better make your escape
i came in shittin, real grain grippin
bitches on that kobain, cocaine sniffin
but they just on a quest to be some rock stars
we party hard and we duckin from them cop cars
this mac miller, montana
smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera
took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands
you don’t got another music, respect the man

It Was A Good Year Lyrics Video by French Montana featuring Currensy and Mac Miller