1. |
Soulmate
03:18
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Don’t paint your nails yourself I’ll do it
Let your hair down i’ll run my fingers through it
Baby you’re so beautiful baby you’re the coolest
Never let you down if you let me prove that
I’m the one one im the only one
The one your mama means when she asks if you found the one
Soul mate shit like
Like let me do your laundry
All up in that gentle cycle give it to you softly
Tell me that you want me
I know how to do it
I can take your picture baby girl just let me shoot it
You can be my queen I can let you rule it
When we hit the scene we leave them bitches drooling
X X
Pumping out the sex
Pussy on a pedestal show it some respect
I would never take you to a party with a keg
I do not expect you to shave your legs
Let’s link cycles meet you on the red
Advil cookie dough all day bed
Straight white dudes so ignorant
Fuck them i’ll be your Boyfriend
Boyfriend
I’m the one one one
Boyfriend Boyfriend
Fuck them I’ll be your boyfriend
You go shopping in my closet
We go all night without pausing
If they jealous just because it
Ain’t so often to be this bossing
Joey to your Dawson
Sauce to your awesome
Jamming in the dental damn dentist to your flossing
Meninists mad they scared we caused it
We so sick they wish they caught it
We walk in they all applaud cause
We can get it if we want it
Clashing symbols London calling
Sound of patriarchy falling
Soul mate shit like
Harry Met Sally
When we eat out
I’ll have what she’s having
Dressing on her salad
She won’t even doubt it
Never be without it on the rooftop and we shouting
I’m her boyfriend
I’m the one one one
Boyfriend
Fuck them I’ll be your boyfriend
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2. |
Re: Future
03:03
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I told you so
I told you so
Im right im right don’t wanna shut up
Arms crossed feet down do what I want
Im right im right don’t tell me I’m not
Don’t wanna shut up
You took the universe and you put it in a package
Stored it in the attic
You took the future and you wrapped it up in plastic
Suffocate the magic
I told you so
I told you so
Im right im right don’t wanna shut up
Arms crossed feet down do what I want
Im right im right don’t tell me I’m not
Don’t wanna shut up
You don’t like to listen to a grown ass woman sworn in
standing in the boardroom
But the squad is coming for you
You don’t like to listen to the little girls of the world
Bout what happened in the bedroom
At least you will be dead soon
I told you so
I told you so
Im right im right don’t wanna shut up
Arms crossed feet down do what I want
Im right im right don’t tell me I’m not
Don’t wanna shut up
Didn’t I say it would turn out this way
Didn’t I say it would go to hell
you know damn well I been on about it
Know damn well didn’t need to shout about it
sing it soft now while you pout about it
yeah I called that shit no doubt about it
If you gonna wanna fight about it
wonder bout who lied about it
Beat around the bush about it
when you know I’m right about it
Nah
I told you so
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3. |
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but
They won’t stop me
Sticks and stones may break my bones but
They won’t stop me
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Sticks and stones may break my bones but
They won’t stop me
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Sticks and stones may break my bones
don’t need them where I’m going
though I can do it all alone I still got plenty rolling
I’m keeping tabs on what I own I got posse patrolling
think you can knock me out my zone I don’t hold back for no one
No one can come close to my phenomenon
your whole bank is but a sprinkle of my parmesan
average ain’t even in my lexicon
My company is strictly upper echelon
Headed up up up to the ceiling
try to stop me I leave you reeling
Oh I’m sorry I hurt your feelings
Try to push me down
On my own playground
Good luck
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Sticks and stones may break my bones but
They won’t stop me stop me
Sticks and stones may break my bones but
They won’t stop me stop me
Sticks and stones may break my bones but
They won’t stop me stop me
Sticks and stones may break my bones but
They won’t stop me stop me
My sex's power
My kitty's the designer
Don't need no lad, don't need no dad, she got the fire
I like the match and spark the fuse i made it mad hot
Get off my Bangkok
My Boyfriend and I gonna put you up for trouble
Muay Thai them bad guys gonna save the day like Bubble
We ain't done with the fun
Not until I see you run
Back to ya bro, let him know
Kitties' back on the pedestal
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what they’d like to think we’re made of
Nightmares and crimes and everything grime
That's what I like and what I'm made of
Nightmares and crimes and everything grime
That's what I like and what I'm made of
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4. |
Just A Girl
03:51
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5. |
Confident
01:06
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Yeah I’m confident
More than competent
They gonna probably put my name on a monument
Prominent
That’s a real fine compliment
I’m the boss keep my ego dominant
Steadily
I been working on my legacy
What I heard you been working on your jealousy
Good to know
All I’m saying is I’m on a roll
And if you don’t
Know what I meant
Tell ‘em that I’m confident
Look
You ain’t never never seen a girl like me
Giving up not a part of my pedigree
I got spice and sugar in my recipe
I go for perfection so persistently
Like honestly
I am an anomaly
I’m teaching 101 to the wannabes
I’m positive bossing it
Is my destiny
It's possible I’ll pull off a monopoly
See my face on the dollar
I’ma print it while they holler that I’m
Confident
See my face on the dollar
I’ma print it while they holler that I’m
Confident
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6. |
Dead Yet
02:56
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Inner city red neck blue collar drama queen
Baby mama sugar daddy holy roller Paula Dean
Two faced basic white girl wasted
Politician mortician more efficient more living
Costco coffins death for sale
Target on the Wal-Mart test bomb fail
Aquafina tap the well
Clearance on the water drought in hell
Could’ve been a rich kid could've been a nitwit
Could've been a Rasputin
Could've been a Clinton could've been a clansman
Could've been an assassin
What you gon buy
When you gon live
When you gon die
When you gon try try
Whens a good time
when you gon rise
When you gon give
When you gon fly high
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
When we gon die
Aint nothing but a dick
Aint nothing but a clit
Aint nothing but a matrix glitch
Aint nothing but a chick
Aint nothing but a bitch
Aint nothing but a scratch to itch
What’s your skin got inside it
What you got inside your skin
What your head got that i ain’t got inside my fucking chest
can you speak what you preach
Can you touch who you reach
Can you fuck who you love
Can you learn what you teach
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
You hand me a Desani
It’s good to keep your mouth wet
Tell me I’m too worried bout it
pull me back to your bed
I don’t want your money
It only makes me hate you
I don’t even like your god he’s not someone I pray to
Tell me I’m too sensitive to pull up by my bootstraps
Maybe I’m miss Kennedy with blood all over my lap
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
When we gon die
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet are we fucking dead yet
Are we dead yet
Are we dead yet
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7. |
Uh Oh
01:27
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Uh oh here we go again
Got my phone in my hand with the world bout to end
And these mother fuckers really bout to get under my skin
Like acne on my acme shit blow up that zit
Like boom pow
Think I need to find me a
New crowd
I need y’all to really be like
Ooh wow
What the fuck is she about to
Do now
Ima get my flowers even if I’m pushing daisies
I will not be pushing any people out my labies
Can’t believe so many people out here having babies
You can call me negative and you can call me crazy
Lemme put on my tin foil hat
Looking for signs that the earth is flat
Painting on signs praying on these lines like
God will save us
Good luck with that
La la la la la
Ohhhh
What you gonna do
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Come here and dance with the devil
Come here and dance with the devil
Come here and dance with the devil
High heel cold steel
Soul made of metal
Come here and dance with the devil
Come here and dance with the devil
Come here and dance with the devil
Drop top foot down
smash on the pedal
Holy Spirit
Holy squirt
Take communion
Quench your thirst
I can save you
I’m your church
Suck my milk out
Second birth
Just call me Lucifer
I’ll introduce you to
Legions of demons and heathens seducing you
Business as usual
Make me delusional
Tie me up try me as if it’s the crucible
Hail Mary
Full of grace
Bless these holy whips and chains
Hold my hand
As I pray
Lock the door and we can play
Nobody needs to know
You now before my throne
I am here inside you
Come here and dance with the devil
Come here and dance with the devil
High heel cold steel soul made of metal
Drop top foot down smash on the pedal
ACAB
AC AC AB
Lady boss
Leather whip
pleasures never ending
ACAB
I'm your holy daddy
I'm on top raping you dominating baby
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9. |
Consent
02:20
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I do not consent
Don’t give two fucks bout your two cents
Motherfuck them dollars that you spent
Can’t buy me
Don’t try me
I do not consent
I do not consent
Skin tight dress
With my ass thighs breast
But it still don’t mean that I’m asking for it
Full court press
With your dance floor chess
Making rookie moves
Boy you asking for it
Dripping in gold but my knuckles are brass
Got something coming if you do not ask
Grabbing your throat if you grabbing my ass
Your esophagus gonna get knocked in like
Aye yi yi
Times up for these fuck boys
Bye yi yi
Slip a little something in my whisky if you
Try you gone die
You might just find my bed’s your coffin tonight
Sleep tight
Night night
What if there were no
Men here anymore
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10. |
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What you know about the art of penetration
Yeah you drink it up you love my libation
But every pussy need a little vacation
Baby turn around I need some motivation
Such a temptation
You know my frustration
I wanna get into that butt
Check my hydration
I’m at the gas station
And I got that premium pump
Stick it to the man
Stick it to the man
Motherfuckers always trying to tell me that I can’t
Stick it to the man
I’m bout to fucking ram
Cause motherfuckers never making me come like my hand
i go hard in motherfucking taint
i go hard in motherfucking taint
My strap so fat like uh take that
No tap out till you faint
Saddle up
Ima spread it wide until it wink
Giddy up
Im about to ride into the pink
Pegasus
Do you know how long I
Prayed for this
Swear this moment is just
Heaven sent
Spread my wings and make you sing along this holy chorus
Ooh
Ohh
Ahhh
Got you on your knees
You praying to the pope bitch
Yeah I’m bout to preach
I’ll poke you from the pulpit
Call me Hercules I’m on my oh my God shit
Open up your mouth I need a place to spit
*pluh*
Bruh you’re fucking disgusting
*Huh*
What why are you blushing
*Shut up*
No time for discussing
*uhh*
Fuck that bussy is bussing
i go hard in motherfucking taint
i go hard in motherfucking taint
That tushy gushy booty pussy
Holy like a saint
Light your candles can you handle
All that chocky wocky stank
It’s a scandal I’ll dismantle
All your rectal restraint
Saddle up
Ima spread it wide until it wink
Giddy up
Im about to ride into the pink
Pegasus
Do you know how long I
Prayed for this
Swear this moment is just
Heaven sent
Spread my wings and make you sing along this holy chorus
Pegasus
Do you know how long I
Prayed for this
swear this moment is just
heaven sent
Spread my wings and make you sing along this holy chorus
Ooh
Ohh
Ahhh
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11. |
Lie In it
02:39
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You’re not the one
Who likes to sleep on your own
Yeah I know you think you got me
But you don’t
That was then baby this is now
How’s my name taste in your mouth
Baby shame on you put the blame on me
But the blame but the blame is on
You just made your bed
Now you have to lie in it
I’m not the kind that wakes up lonely
Your gone
Bet you think I’ll call you crying
But I won’t
Talk is cheap and I found out
Pillow promises don’t count
Been talking dirty
You ain’t getting it from me anymore
Dirty sheets dirty laundry thinking that you own me but you know you got that wrong
You ain’t a king when you don’t recognize a queen
When you been messing round on me think you can get it get gone
Take your love to the motel motel
Where you’ll be sleeping all by yourself yourself
Sixty-nine dollars tiny shampoo bottles TV screen in the lobby doesn’t bode well
There’s consequences for your actions
Giving a shit is in fashion
Didn’t you hear you it’s en vouge to act like you’re grown to pick up the phone when you know that you’ve blown it
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12. |
Blind Eye
03:10
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Dance like no one's watching
Make love like god is turning a blind eye
I hope that Jesus ain’t watching
I hope that Jesus ain’t watching this
Dance like no one's watching
Love like you’ve never been hurt
Work like you don’t need the money
But the money don’t hurt
You stich belief on a pillow
You hang convictions on the wall
She got life lessons from a tshirt
She found religion at the mall
Who sits on your shoulder at the check out
Who sits on your shoulder at the bar
Meet me in the middle of America
Meet me in the middle of it all
Dance like no one's watching
Make love like god is turning a blind eye
I hope that Jesus ain’t watching
Hope that Jesus ain’t watching this
Dance like no one's watching
Make love like god is turning a blind eye
I hope that Jesus ain’t watching
Hope that Jesus ain’t watching this
Do unto yourself as others you would do unto yourself
Golden rule says you should really be spreading the wealth
Golden coins leaving bruises at strip clubs
Golden god make it rain
Golden showers of bottles at strip clubs
Bars of gold clogging drains
You keep your bible at the motel
You buy your idols on half sale
You love the middle of America
You love to wage war with bombshells
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13. |
Mango
03:55
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Sitting under these fluorescent lights
Thinking back back to July
Thinking bout bout you climbing in through my window
Sitting somewhere east of Anaheim
Thinking back back to sunshine
Thinking bout bout you be mine lime tequila and Nintendo
I’m still living in yesterday
I keep hitting rewind
Thinking things that I couldn’t say
Play it back one more time
Watching you walk away
sun burning on your face
i Can’t forget your taste I
When I close my eyes I see
You right there in front of me
You dripping in sugar and gold
Make love to you memory
so Sticky and sweet
Feelin like I’m Gonna explode
Driving me mango
Driving me mango mango
I swear this is banannas
Im on another planet
Driving me mango
your hands in my hair
your hands everywhere
Staring up at the ceiling
Rendezvous in my head
I’m still chasing the feeling
Rendezvous in my bed
I’m still wishing
You will come in to my world again
Cuz I cannot forget your taste
Cuz Im living in yesterday
your hands in my hair
your hands everywhere
pretty sure I’m losing my mind
pretty sure I’m losing my mind
your hands in my hair
your hands everywhere
I can’t forget I can’t forget pretty sure I’m losing my mind
I can’t forget no pretty sure I’m losing my mind
Driving me mango
Driving me mango mango
I swear this is banannas
Im on another planet
Driving me mango
Driving me mad
Driving me mango
Driving me mad
Driving me mango
Driving me mad
Driving me mango
Driving me mango oh oh
Drive me mango
Drive drive me mango
Drive me mango
Drive me drive me mango
Driving me driving me mad
Driving me driving me driving me mad
Driving me driving me mad
Driving me mango
Driving me mango mango
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In my head
Where I go
When I don’t wanna be here anymore
All these rainbows hurt my eyes
Gotta go gotta go to some darker skies
I keep choking on posi vibes
Wanna know wanna know what your trynta hide
I sold my bible for a crystal
I told you how my life SUCKS
You said it happened for a reason
its all meant to be
Try a new affirmation
I am superior to negative thoughts and low actions
There’s a place
In my head
Where I go
When I don’t wanna be here anymore
Im drowning in love and light
All this hope got me hopeless im terrified
But I keep it all inside
Cuz I know that you won’t let me live my life
I’m making friends with my demons
They told me that your life SUCKS
Mistaking happiness for freedom
Makes you a slave to your own aspirations
My future is an ideal projection of what I envision now
There’s a place
In my head
Where I go
When I don’t wanna be here anymore
In my head I have a giant a blow torch
And I use it to set fire to the entire world
My anger is a tractor mowing you down
My rage is hurricane heavy rains here it comes now
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16. |
Teacher
03:41
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I got answers
I got that right and wrong
I know what you should’ve said last night when you been hitting that bong
I’ll pull you to the right and then I’ll push you to the left
I’ll push you back to where you came from questioning yourself
You’ll burn at the stake
if you make a mistake
You’ll become the bait
Talking love trumping hate
Don’t you know you are the problem
Don’t you be that guy
Don’t you post that don’t you say that don’t you question why
Don’t you think past don’t you think that
Don’t you wanna die
I’ll be your teacher
I’ll be your teacher teacher teacher
I’ll be your preacher
I want you on your knees yeah yeah yeah
I wanna reach ya
i wanna be your teacher
Oh let me be your let me be your
let me be your teacher teacher
All right now y’all Time to learn a little something
Now don’t go round telling everybody what you think right off the top
Matter fact don’t think that thought
Matter fact don’t think at all
Don’t think the words you speak
Will make things right or wrong
You can’t make things right wrong
Its Better that you think about the itty bitty things that don’t make anybody better at all no
No you can’t do that
No you can’t move that
Don’t be the fool that
Thinks he can pull that off
Now move real quiet real slow
move real quiet real slow
Maybe you can be invisible
You’re safe if you’re invisible
No nation indivisible
Living loud is way too difficult
So maybe you should be invisible
You’re safe if you’re invisible
I’ll be your teacher
I’ll be your teacher teacher teacher
I’ll be your preacher
I want you on your knees yeah yeah yeah
I wanna reach ya
i wanna be your teacher
Oh let me be your let me be your
let me be your teacher teacher
If we are all teachers
There will be no students
if the world’s a classroom
why are we so foolish
we live in detention
Where christians grade Buddhists
we give out report cards
And flunk as we do it
I’ll be your teacher
I’ll be your teacher teacher teacher
I’ll be your preacher
I want you on your knees yeah yeah yeah
I wanna reach ya
i wanna be your teacher
Oh let me be your let me be your
let me be your teacher teacher
I’ll be your teacher teacher
I’ll be your teacher teacher
Get down on your knees and let me be your preacher preacher preacher
I’ve got the answers
I know it all
I am the cancer
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Boyfriend New Orleans, Louisiana
Boyfriend has been called a “mysterious, raunchy feminist” by NPR, a “sex-positive English nerd” by Huffington Post and “endearingly weird” by Paper Magazine. She coined the term "Rap Cabaret,” to describe her live show which is, according to Gambit Magazine, a stage show "as much cone-bra, arena-sized Madonna as it is an intimate, hilariously profane psychosexual bedroom drama.” ... more
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