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ARIEL PINK lyrics - The Doldrums

Good Kids Make Bad Grown Ups

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They say that part of growing up is Getting a job Well, I don't wanna grow up They say part of being young is Going to school Well, I'd rather throw up They used to say I was a good kid Now I'm a good kid Did that by staying in school But now they say that I'm a dumb man 'Cause I'm a good kid Don't you understand? They say part of being grown is Having your way I guess I'll be a grown up today They also say that the key to being grown Is staying young I don't wanna grow up They say that young boys got it easy Just try to please me, And you can get your way But I won't be nobody's baby. 'Cause I'm so lazy, And I happen to be me Won't you believe The terrors deep inside won't come out They should have told met hat being so good Would make me so bad But nobody knew, no Growing up is not as half as fun as Growing down The other way I'm... (Under the ground, under the ground, oh) They used to say I was a bad kid I'm glad that they did Now I play all the time Now people say I grew up early I better hurry 'Cause good kids make bad grown ups And part of the artistic process is going berserk But I don't wanna blow up They say that part of growing up is getting a job I don't wanna grow up! They used to say I was a bad kid I'm glad that they did Now I can play all the time Now people say I grew up early I better hurry 'Cause good kids - Won't you believe We'll help you in the night 'Til we come home Won't you conceive We'll find you when you're home, Just out of reach

30 Something

JAY-Z "Kingdom Come"
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O International ... uugh ... show ya young boys how to do this thing the maturation of Jay-Z Z check me out 30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot still better broad better au-to-mo-bile bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill then by the songs end I probably start another trend I know everything you wan do I did all that by the age of 21 by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe I guess you can say that my legend just begun I'm, young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it I got that six-duce with curtains so you can't see me and I didn't even have to put tints on it I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night spot I got the right stock I ... got ... stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops I know you like fuck, this is child abuse call D.Y.F.S.*, I might just be gettin' nicer them young boys ain't ready for real 30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to play the block like that (like that) I use to carry knots like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cause I'm all grown up 30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire still these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh) false alarms (uugh) next don? (naah) heen got- (on) to the next one (Young) I'm still here (yeah) still here, like Mike gotta stop playin' with these children (yeah) I'm a bully with the bucks don't let the patten leather shoes fool you young'n, I got the fully in the tux that was my past now I'm so grown up I don't got one gun on me, got a slum army to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry and I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly listen to R&B when we get the call he's no longer wit' us fire your babysitters you lil' fucks fall back for real 30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that) pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cause I'm all grown up Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day yall young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's straight I like South Beach but I'm in San Tropez yall drink Dom but not Rose' (hey) your chick shop in the mall my chick burnin' down Bergdorf's comin' back with Birken Bags your chick is like what type of purse is that? I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch you from the era where snitchin' is the shit I'm afraid of the future (why?) yall respect the one who got shot I respect the shooter yall go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls you young boys gotta chill 30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now I'm all grown up yeah we use to ball like that (like that) Now we own the ball team, halla back (holla back) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cause I'm all grown up * [D.Y.F.S. = Division of Youth and Family Services - New Jersey child abuse reporting authority]

Sex You (Remix)

BANDO JONEZ
All the rain keeps falling And these hoes keep calling [Bridge: Bando Jonez] All these rain drops falling on my window Got me wishing that we did the things we didn't do [Verse 1: Twista] Twista I call her up so I can get some And even then I could never get enough Cause when it comes to others embarrassing in comparison cause all I think about is your stuff The dress hugging ya body I wanna pull it off I wanna sex you so I wanna see what's under that Make the sword get longer cause I see you got the Thunder Thunder Thunder Thunder Cat So poor hit the hole like a runningback Through the secondary and almosted scored a touchdown [?] Cause you the girl I wanna cuff now I put you up on a pedestal with the ultimate status and give it to you how you want I snatch you up by the panties and bend you over granite then give it to you how you want (Baby I sex you, baby) Gimme so of that Kissing you on the neck Make you call me daddy when I get you wet Ya body I can paint a Van Gogh on So go until ya man go home Cause if anything can go wrong It's probably cause you been fucking with Twista and Bando Jonez I can never say that I got enough When she let me get on top of her With Louis V I honor her She hot enough to break a thermometer How she act got me wanna fuck Tell her something to make her blush We bigger than money and coming up All you gotta know is [Verse 2: B.o.B.] Don't call me a bugaboo But does it trouble, a trouble, a trouble you? You got all that passion trapped deep inside of her Lately it's bubbling up on you You ever get tired of study group? You need to be doing what lovers do Girls don't understand why you don't get a man And I gotta say I'm puzzled too Bring them double D's to the W I guarantee you need another dude It's a possibility we gonna need a new set of sheets In fact we gonna need a new room It's too wet, shoulda brought a rain coat Too deep, shoulda brought a sail boat I'm diving all in it like Cuba Gooding Junior Diving like scuba Don't take it for granted Don't let a compliment go to ya head Cause it's too many things I wanna do to you I have to show you instead Going so hard, going so hard girl we done lost control of the bed She told me don't stop, she told me don't stop Now she done lost control of her legs Good God [Verse 3: T-Pain] Ay Bando ayye Now I know ya wasn't tryin' to leave me out these remix Oh no no you didn't, oh no you didn't I'm [?] show you how we do this G shit Whole [?] I fit it She tryin' to walk, looking like a newborn baby Cause we been doing it constantly She looked at me and asked if I do porn, maybe No it ain't nothing like that I'm just one of them freaky niggas from the south side That a leave a trick with her mouth wide Baby we can do it upside Baby we can do it on the couch side She coming again, I ain't say nothing Ah, this is a win-win situation She been playing hard to get It's obviously I got her strung out She gonna look back at me when I smack that ass I'mma have my tongue out Like hey Baby you know this the best you ever had You ain't too bad Baby keep up with it, keep up with it We go deep up in it, deep up in it You asking me why this bed ain't go no seat belts in it You got this [Verse 4: Brando Jones] Sex you baby I wanna know have you had any good sex lately lately lately lately Have (Sex) have (Have you had it?) Have (Sex) have (Good sex) Have you had it (Sex, have you had it?) Good sex girl (Good sex) oooh [?] baby Baby have you had any good sex lately lately lately (Sex, have you had it? Sex, good sex Sex, have you had it?) All these rain drops dropping on my window

Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades

BRAND NEW "Deja Entendu"
Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it. Shaking head to toe while your left hand does the show me around. Quickens your heartbeat. It beats me straight into the ground. You don't recover from a night like this. A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless. A hand moves in the dark to a zipper. Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whispers, This is so messed up. Upon arrival the guests had all stared. Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs. No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life filled with lies and failing relationships. (Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.) He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it. He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and down. His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up. But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up. The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of It used to be the reason that i breathe, now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself. She hits the lights. This doesn't seem quite fair. Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared. She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air. This is the first and last time , he says She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like. He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her. Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for... (Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.) So much more than he could ever give. A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside. The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of, It used to be the reason i breathe now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself. Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up. The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of. It used to be the reason i breathe now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.

Show Me What You're Made Of

HOODIE ALLEN "People Keep Talking"
I don't wanna give you up I just wanna give you love I don't wanna make it tough Cause you don't wanna do too much I don't want to say good-bye I just want to stay the night Show me what you are made of Hey, show me what you are made of Yo, making out on my tour bus So fresh probably thought it was a Corvette And if you are wondering why your girl ain't making plans with you Well mothafucka she ignored them (fuck her, she ignored them) #SheWasHangingWithARapperNow Remember when you were the shit, Manny Pacquiao Things change so fast now a days cause you used to front hard Now you are super good at backing out One shot, two shot, now you are blacking out Think you fucking with the king, what's your rationale I'll be coming for the title, tell your girl to come over She will be missing all the finals (she be missing all her finals) I'm gonna teach you a thing or two What's a fling for me, it's probably a ring for you I got Mary, Megan, Mandy, Morgan, I'm a smash em'... Billy Corgan (Shwoop) [Hook:] I don't wanna give you up I just wanna give you love I don't wanna make it tough Cause you don't wanna do too much I don't want to say good-bye I just want to stay the night Show me what you are made of Hey, show me what you are made of You don't gotta to turn me down I'll come in when no one is home Baby let me turn you on Treat you like a new iPhone Girl you could be a star, fuck that you cause already are Show me what you are made of Hey, show me what you are made of Yo, Ray Allen in the 90s cause I got game Two girls in my hotel and I'm not paying She wanted to know my occupay I said, I make money money make money money, hey Like I rob banks, Uncle Phil Dough Come to my place if you want a real show She got me feeling like a Magic Mike You're a beauty girl, tell me what the pageant is like Skinny chick with a booty and got an appetite If she catches looking I just act polite (like [x2]) Yo what a conundrum, bitches are punch drunk Love like Floyd Mayweather, just pumped em Full of some Russian vodka She said she out of my league like the Brooklyn Dodgers Everyone tryin' to be the MVP I take your girl from courtside to show her the lockers, ugh [Hook] I do what I ever want I say what ever I want I live however I want (ever I want [x3]) I steal what ever I want I kill what ever I want I fuck what I ever I want (ever I want [x3]) I do what I ever I want I say what ever I want I live however I want (ever I want [x3]) I steal what ever I want I kill what ever I want Show me what ever you want (ever you want [x2]) [Jared Evan:] Show me what you're made of [x8] [Hook]

Tryna Fuck

JUICY J "Pure THC: The Hustle Continues"
[Ty Dolla $ign:] All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin') And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good) I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one) And after I finish what's in my cup You know I'm tryna love you All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you Okay, okay, okay, okay [Juicy J:] I just wanna shoot a movie with a chick from out the movies With a big old ghetto booty that know how to roll a doobie I just wanna hit the club, throw some money on the stage I just wanna tip a stripper more dough than she ever made More dough than she ever seen, now she see me in her dreams All that ass, shawty bust it, how she stuff it in her jeans Must run in her genes, I just wanna meet her momma I just wanna smoke my presidential Juicy J Obama Juicy J that OG, I been ballin' this whole week Stuntin' 20 years plus, I can do this in my sleep I just wanna fall in Onyx with a fine Georgia peach Got that rocket in my pocket, that's that beauty and the beast [Ty Dolla $ign:] All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin') And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good) I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one) And after I finish what's in my cup You know I'm tryna love you All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you Okay, okay, okay, okay [Drake:] Legendary, love you so much it's unnecessary Like it's always two weeks into February You can take that shit to the cemetery, til we're dead and buried But girl God forbid I feel too alive Around you I got too much pride Do we let it breathe or put a title on it? I'm so indecisive, I'll let you decide She like nah seem like your chakra's off I'm like nah it's just that your top is off And I started out wantin' to talk to you And now all I can think about is poppin' off Girl you're all that matters You in bra and panties, that's all that matters You straddled me, I started fallin' backwards Don't worry about the phone you can call them after Bout to take ya down [Ty Dolla $ign:] All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin') And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good) I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one) And after I finish what's in my cup You know I'm tryna love you All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you Okay, okay, okay, okay

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