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Beyoncé – Halo – #musicaware
I love the way you walk into the room
Body shining lightin’ up the place
And when you talk, everybody stop
‘Cause they know you know just what you sayin’
The way that you protect your friends
Baby I respect you for that
And when you grow you’ll take everyone you love along
I love that shit
Don’t fly me away
Don’t need to buy a diamond key to unlock my heart
You shelter my soul, you’re my fire when I’m cold
I want you to know
You had me at hello
Hello, hello
‘Cause you had me at hello
Hello, hello
‘Cause it was many years ago
Baby when you stole my cool
‘Cause you had me at hello
Hello, hello
I get so excited when you travel with me
Baby while I’m on my grind
And never will I ever let my hustle
Come between me and my family time and
You keep me humble, I like this type
‘Cause you know there’s more to life
And if I need ya, you will be here
You will make the sacrifice
Wanna feel you, wanna be near you
You’re the air that I breathe to survive
I wanna know you, wanna show you
That without you my sun doesn’t shine
You don’t have to try so hard for me to love you
Boy without you my life just ain’t the same
You don’t have to try so hard for me to love you
‘Cause you had me at Hello
Hello, Hello
‘Cause you had me at Hello
Hello, Hello
Baby it was many years ago, when you stole my cool
Baby you had me at Hello
Hello, Hello
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
Hello, Hello
Hello
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Beyonce Knowles / Evan Bogart / David Quinones / Ramon Owen
Halo lyrics © Emi April Music Inc., Sony/atv Songs Llc, B-day Publishing, Artist 101 Publishing Group, Soundkillers Publishing, B Day Publishing, Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited
Taylor Swift – Shake It Off #musicaware
Lyrics
I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That’s what people say, mm-mm
That’s what people say, mm-mm
I go on too many dates
But I can’t make ’em stay
At least that’s what people say, mm-mm
That’s what people say, mm-mm
But I keep cruisin’
Can’t stop, won’t stop movin’
It’s like I got this music in my mind
Sayin’ it’s gonna be alright
‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
I never miss a beat
I’m lightnin’ on my feet
And that’s what they don’t see, mm-mm
That’s what they don’t see, mm-mm
I’m dancin’ on my own (dancin’ on my own)
I make the moves up as I go (moves up as I go)
And that’s what they don’t know, mm-mm
That’s what they don’t know, mm-mm
But I keep cruisin’
Can’t stop, won’t stop groovin’
It’s like I got this music in my mind
Sayin’ it’s gonna be alright
‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Hey, hey, hey
Just think, while you’ve been gettin’ down and out about the liars
And the dirty, dirty cheats of the world
You could’ve been gettin’ down to this sick beat
My ex-man brought his new girlfriend
She’s like, “Oh my God!” but I’m just gonna shake
And to the fella over there with the hella good hair
Won’t you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake (yeah)
Yeah, oh, oh
‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate (haters gonna hate)
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break (mmm)
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake (and fake and fake and fake)
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off (yeah), I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off (you got to)
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off
I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Taylor Swift / Max Martin / Karl Johan Schuster
Shake it Off lyrics © Sony/atv Tree Publishing, Taylor Swift Music, Mxm Music Ab
Janelle Monáe – Leftfoot – Tightrope
Janelle Monáe – Tightrope [feat. Big Boi] (Video)
25,283,654 views
Published on Mar 31, 2010
Tightrope
Whoaaa!
Another day (adabadee, nigga)
I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you tip it on the scene, yeah they talkin’ bout it
Cause they can’t tip on the scene
They just talk about it, t-t-t-talk bout it
When you get elevated
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
While they jumpin’ round ya
They trying to take all of your dreams
But you can’t allow it
Cause baby whether you’re high or low
Whether you’re high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby, whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
And I’m still tippin’ on it
See I’m not walkin’ on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain’t no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah
I’m talkin’ bout ya
Keep on blaming the machine, yeah
I’m talkin’ bout it
T-t-t-talkin’ bout it
I can’t complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it
Then baby whether I’m high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby let me see you tight rope (tip, tip on it)
And I’m still tippin’ on it
You gotta keep your balance
Or you fall into the gap
It’s a challenge but I manage
Cause I’m cautious with the strap
Do damage to your cabbage that
A doctor cannot patch
Why you don’t want no friction
Like the back of a matchbook
Daddy Fat Sax will fold you
And your MacBook
Close shows, shut you down
Before we go-go backwards
Act up, and whether we high or low
We gonna get back-up
Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ
Sorta like a thong in an ass crack
Come on
I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers
But I’m another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain’t no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin’ ’bout it
J-j-just talkin’ ’bout it
Some callin’ me a sinner
Some callin’ me a winner
I’m callin’ you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean
Yeah I’m talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you
N-n-now whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
Whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
I’m gonna tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Mmm
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
High or low
(High or low)
I got to tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Now baby tip on the tightrope
You can’t get too high
(You can’t get too high)
I said you can’t get too low
(We can’t get too low)
Cause you get too high
(You can’t get too high)
No, you’ll surely be low
(No, you’ll surely be low)
1, 2, 3, ho!
Yeah, yeah
Now shut up, yeah
Yeah, now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis
Yeah, oh
We call that classy brass
Ohh ohh
Oh!Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Charles L Joseph / Janelle Monae Robinson / Nathaniel Irvin / Antwan Patton
Tightrope lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga.
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga
49,463,304 views
Published on Apr 13, 2015
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga – YouTube
https://www.youtube.com › watch
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Lyrics
Let yo booty do that yoga
Party at the beach down in Copacabana
Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on
Me and Brittany, we’ve been down in Atlanta
Sweating in the club, call me Dirty Diana
Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up
Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up
I ain’t got no worries, I’m my own private dancer
My own private dancer
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder
I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed ta
Bend it never break it, baby watch and I’ma show ya
Stretching on my cash, got my money doing yoga
Sometimes I’m peachy, and sometimes I’m vulgar
Even when I’m sleeping I got one eye open
You cannot police me, so get off my areola
Get off my areola
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
I said yoga, she did that yoga
Looking for my loafers, man I woke up in a toga
She left my collar on like she my owner
So when she downward dog I jump up on her
I lo-lo-love the way you bend it, oh Lord I’d love to break you in
Oh Lord I’d stretch you out and in, oh Lord now you should tell a friend
Oh Lord I pray, I pray that young girl come on over
And let they bum-bum do that yoga
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga
Let yo booty do that yoga
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Janelle Monae Robinson / Jidenna Mobisson / Roman IrvinYoga
lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Artists: Janelle Monáe, Jidenna
Released: 2015
Genre: Pop
Nominations: Soul Train Music Award for Best Dance Performance
Janelle Monáe – Leftfoot – Tightrope
Janelle Monáe – Tightrope [feat. Big Boi] (Video)
25,283,654 views
Published on Mar 31, 2010
Tightrope
Whoaaa!
Another day (adabadee, nigga)
I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you tip it on the scene, yeah they talkin’ bout it
Cause they can’t tip on the scene
They just talk about it, t-t-t-talk bout it
When you get elevated
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
While they jumpin’ round ya
They trying to take all of your dreams
But you can’t allow it
Cause baby whether you’re high or low
Whether you’re high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby, whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
And I’m still tippin’ on it
See I’m not walkin’ on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain’t no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah
I’m talkin’ bout ya
Keep on blaming the machine, yeah
I’m talkin’ bout it
T-t-t-talkin’ bout it
I can’t complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it
Then baby whether I’m high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low)
Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby let me see you tight rope (tip, tip on it)
And I’m still tippin’ on it
You gotta keep your balance
Or you fall into the gap
It’s a challenge but I manage
Cause I’m cautious with the strap
Do damage to your cabbage that
A doctor cannot patch
Why you don’t want no friction
Like the back of a matchbook
Daddy Fat Sax will fold you
And your MacBook
Close shows, shut you down
Before we go-go backwards
Act up, and whether we high or low
We gonna get back-up
Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ
Sorta like a thong in an ass crack
Come on
I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers
But I’m another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain’t no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin’ ’bout it
J-j-just talkin’ ’bout it
Some callin’ me a sinner
Some callin’ me a winner
I’m callin’ you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean
Yeah I’m talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you
N-n-now whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
Whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
I’m gonna tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Mmm
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether I’m high or low
(High or low)
High or low
(High or low)
I got to tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Now baby tip on the tightrope
You can’t get too high
(You can’t get too high)
I said you can’t get too low
(We can’t get too low)
Cause you get too high
(You can’t get too high)
No, you’ll surely be low
(No, you’ll surely be low)
1, 2, 3, ho!
Yeah, yeah
Now shut up, yeah
Yeah, now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis
Yeah, oh
We call that classy brass
Ohh ohh
Oh!Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Charles L Joseph / Janelle Monae Robinson / Nathaniel Irvin / Antwan Patton
Tightrope lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga.
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga
49,463,304 views
Published on Apr 13, 2015
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga – YouTube
https://www.youtube.com › watch
Available on
Lyrics
Let yo booty do that yoga
Party at the beach down in Copacabana
Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on
Me and Brittany, we’ve been down in Atlanta
Sweating in the club, call me Dirty Diana
Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up
Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up
I ain’t got no worries, I’m my own private dancer
My own private dancer
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder
I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed ta
Bend it never break it, baby watch and I’ma show ya
Stretching on my cash, got my money doing yoga
Sometimes I’m peachy, and sometimes I’m vulgar
Even when I’m sleeping I got one eye open
You cannot police me, so get off my areola
Get off my areola
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
I said yoga, she did that yoga
Looking for my loafers, man I woke up in a toga
She left my collar on like she my owner
So when she downward dog I jump up on her
I lo-lo-love the way you bend it, oh Lord I’d love to break you in
Oh Lord I’d stretch you out and in, oh Lord now you should tell a friend
Oh Lord I pray, I pray that young girl come on over
And let they bum-bum do that yoga
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga
Let yo booty do that yoga
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Janelle Monae Robinson / Jidenna Mobisson / Roman IrvinYoga
lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Artists: Janelle Monáe, Jidenna
Released: 2015
Genre: Pop
Nominations: Soul Train Music Award for Best Dance Performance
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga.
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga
49,463,304 views
Published on Apr 13, 2015
Janelle Monáe, Jidenna – Yoga – YouTube
https://www.youtube.com › watch
Available on
Lyrics
Let yo booty do that yoga
Party at the beach down in Copacabana
Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on
Me and Brittany, we’ve been down in Atlanta
Sweating in the club, call me Dirty Diana
Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up
Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up
I ain’t got no worries, I’m my own private dancer
My own private dancer
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder
I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed ta
Bend it never break it, baby watch and I’ma show ya
Stretching on my cash, got my money doing yoga
Sometimes I’m peachy, and sometimes I’m vulgar
Even when I’m sleeping I got one eye open
You cannot police me, so get off my areola
Get off my areola
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
I said yoga, she did that yoga
Looking for my loafers, man I woke up in a toga
She left my collar on like she my owner
So when she downward dog I jump up on her
I lo-lo-love the way you bend it, oh Lord I’d love to break you in
Oh Lord I’d stretch you out and in, oh Lord now you should tell a friend
Oh Lord I pray, I pray that young girl come on over
And let they bum-bum do that yoga
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, wanna dance all night
I wanna last, wanna last forever
I wanna dance, dance, dance all night
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga
Baby bend over, baby bend over
Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga
Let yo booty do that yoga
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Janelle Monae Robinson / Jidenna Mobisson / Roman IrvinYoga
lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Artists: Janelle Monáe, Jidenna
Released: 2015
Genre: Pop
Nominations: Soul Train Music Award for Best Dance Performance
Beyoncé and Jay Z – Die With You
Beyonce and Jay Z – Die With You
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•May 20, 2018
4.04K subscribers
Die With You
I don’t have a reason to cry
And I have every reason to smile
And I don’t have a reason to lie
When you’re already reading my mind
And I don’t have a reason to be, if I can’t be with you
And I don’t need air in my lungs, if I can’t sing your song
No, I don’t need hands if I don’t get to keep you warm
And I don’t really need myself, if I don’t need you
‘Cause darling I wake up just to sleep with you
I open my eyes so I could see with you
And I live so I can die with you
And I don’t really need these fingers, if I don’t get to touch your spine
Well I don’t need these legs, if I ain’t walking by your side
And I don’t really need to be if I can’t be with you
‘Cause darling I wake up just to sleep with you
I open my eyes so I could see with you
And I live so I can die with you
‘Cause darling I wake up just to sleep with you
I open my eyes so I can see with you
And I live so I can, I live so I can
I live so I can
Die with you
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Beyonce Knowles / Kirby Dockery
Die With You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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