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Lyrics Grace Vanderwaal – So much more than this

it right here, chillin’, level low
Close your eyes and just let it flow
Right next to me I hear your heart beat, beat
When the dial turns up and the music starts playing
We don’t realize in this society
Doesn’t matter how your hair looks, so are they thinking
Just, just what we are finding.(so much more than this)

Tap your foot and listening
Ignore the world, let the music cave in
Close your phone and breathe in the air
You’ll soon realize that there’s something that is.

So much more than this
It is what it is
So much more than this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So much more than this
It is what it is
So much more than this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

The whole crowd seems to like me now
‘Cause I think I’m cool but back when I was in school
They felt it very easy to hate me
Funny how always these times are changing
Back then it was so easy to shatter
But now in the end it doesn’t really matter.

Tap your foot and listening
Ignore the world, let the music cave in
Close your phone and breathe in the air
You’ll soon realize that there’s something that is.

So much more than this
It is what it is
So much more than this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So much more than this
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It is what it is
So much more than thiiis
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

All of the talk, and the talk from ya
Won’t even matter when the lights come up
All of the talk, and the talk from ya, hey
Open your eyes and just wake up
Do all the things that will matter to ya
Open your eyes and just wake up, woahhh.

Tap your foot and listening
Ignore the world, let the music cave in
Close your phone and breathe in the air
You’ll soon realize that there’s something that is.

So much more than thiiis
It is what it is
So much more than thiiis
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You’ll soon realize that there’s something that is
So much more than thiiis
It is what it is
So much more than tiihis
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.

So much more than thiiis
It is what it is
So much more than thiiis
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.
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Lyrics Stone Sour – Rose Red Violent Blue

Excuse me, oh pardon me, I’m
Still sticky on the inside
There comes a time when all I do
Is sit around in contemplation
And curse my situation
I’m just too bored for normal use
Be careful of what you wish for
Impossible to just ignore
One last time is all I need
To get my laughing stocks in order
They’re on the rise this quarter
Beware of certain friends
Who sell you out when everything is free.(rose red violent blue)

I know what I am to all of you
And I’ve got all these other things to do
To do.

Open up and know enough I’m overused
Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
But I am much too old
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I am much too old
I am much too old now.

Imagine this chaos theory
Makes all the profits leery
Somebody’s showing them the ropes
We used to hang ourselves with
Instead of quiet respite
We choose the noose in lieu of hope
Oh rose red, oh violent blue
I should’ve seen the clues but
This song is dumb and so am I
Character assassinations
Are really observations
Stay home and ask yourself
Why am I so low when I’m so high?
So high.

Open up and know enough I’m overused
Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
But I am much too old
I am much too old
I am much too old now.

Open up and know enough I’m overused
Everyone I’ve ever loved is easily amused
Go ahead and tell the dead it’s only you
But I am much too old
I am much too old
I am much too olddd.
Stone Sour lyrics
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Sean Kingston says that he can’t be writing songs for Chris Brown and Justin Bieber and be broke.

The reggae pop star has been under scrutiny in recent weeks over his finances after a judge issued a warrant for his arrest for failing to pay a Miami jeweler thousands of dollars. Despite posting photos of his mansion and luxury cars in Jamaica, Sean Kingston has been getting criticism on social media for living lavishly while still not paying his debts.

In a video clip posted recently, Kingston said he is far from being broke. “Yo can write songs for Chris Brown and Justin Bieber and them man there and broke, a what happen to some man, stop believe everything yo hear,” the singer said. Sean Kingston also recently launched his own line of headphones called Monster Box. He will be working with the same company that make Beats By Dre and will be giving a twelve percent stake in the new venture. He will also include a Jamaican version of the headphone line which he said will have more bass in the speakers.

Kingston also revealed that he will be launching a reality show on E! this fall that will give fans a deeper look into his life.

K. Michelle Either Way ft. Chris Brown.

Either Way lyrics

Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
Ass shots, real or fake
That ass gon’ jiggle, for ‘em anyway
Ain’t fuckin’ with me on your best day
I don’t like you, but I love how your man lick the plate
I know you seen what I post today
Diamonds up like Jay, crazy on my Kanye
’cause I need, someone to do, somewhere to play
Fuck it, I might Uber me a Jet today
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

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[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ brazy with my braids
Where my shades? See the face
All the diamonds blunted, that’s why your bitch came
And she stay, she ain’t scared that I got felonies
Love a country nigga, with the pot
Teachin’ hoes my new recipe
She never kiss and tell
Give her coin in a wishing well
You buy your bitch a Michael Kors
I buy my bitch a Richard Mille
My girl got booty like K. Michelle
If I pay her bills, she gon’ pay my bail
Paper trail, nigga oh well
Louboutin, shawty toe nails
I turn your bitch into a coat, yeah
I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: K. Michelle]
I get a lot of love, you get a lot of nothin’
He don’t hit you when he sober
’cause you getting my left overs
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
He pull up in a Maybach
I pull up in a ‘rari
Skrrt, on his ass, nigga I ain’t sorry

[Pre-Chorus: K.Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 4: K.Michelle]
I-i-i got a whole lot of paper (cash)
I got a whole lot of haters (uh)
Bitch I be drippin’ in sauce
’cause I got a whole lot of flavors
Riding your little Benz, with all of your friends
I just keep it solo, be perking on 10’s
They want me to end, but bitch I’ma win
Bitch I done won, and I’ma show ’em
’cause I ride the dick, like a Harley
2Pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci all up and down, that’s what’s on my body
Damn bruh, damn bruh, damn bitch, bitch
Steady talkin’ shit, when you don’t write your own hits?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

The complete Rockstar lyrics by Post Malone.

Rockstar lyrics

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Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’ “I’m with the band”
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

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[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out “no mas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?” (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ “Where the coke at?” (21, 21)
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…