1. |
Devon
03:58
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There are thongs and there are tights
And there are some funky electrolytes
But are there days, and are there nights?
Tell me, Devon
There are days and there are nights
String style consists of a waistband
At the hip of the women's thong, they stand
For the male genitalia cover
Often used by showgirls above her
Made of French types of underwear
For Japanese adult males
A pair of underpants sold for the buttocks on hold
Is called "Khutini" by the Los Angeles Mayor
Sharp string, between butt activities
Without the back of students eliciting
An athletic strip of fundoshi
Fashion consciousness for reporting
Down by 2016 were primarily thongs
For females between popularity
Bottoms without the genitals were south of the pouch
And a loin cloth is called out
There are thongs and there are tights
And there are some funky electrolytes
But are there days, and are there nights?
Tell me, Devon
There are days and there are nights
The ankle of Westminster fabric
Vibration under his elastic
Padded tights are absolute variety
They can be revealing of the rider's need
The groin over the toe tips
Under the uniform shorts and the known fit
Riding by the leg that started wearing the body coverings
Next to the waist of a prominent other king
Creams that covered the lower torso
Up to the genitalia outdoors
So women can be made to hold_the smooth contours
Of the american legs of their pores
In the 1940s for a silicone band
With tall calf pantyhose by several men
And shorts may be in Israel to back in
Some buttocks are available for men of satin
There are thongs and there are tights
And there are some funky electrolytes
But are there days, and are there nights?
Tell me, Devon
There are days and there are nights
Music was overlaid mostly
Through the early repertoire of the body closely
More intensity for the family
In the physical 1970s
New structure, conducted
By the undisputed beat of funk in water
Because water is applied
Vomiting riffs into the early brides
Hip hop and potassium
Hormones such as the Indian brassy drum
Interpretations began
Playing with the singles in the can
Music was also the main influence of salt with her
Ain't it due to the almost maintained producer of soul?
Women are used in the crystal music to be untied
Identified with a focus on the guide
There are thongs and there are tights
And there are some funky electrolytes
But are there days, and are there nights?
Tell me, Devon
There are days and there are nights
I cried out in silence
Devon, that doesn’t really make much sense
I can’t hear you. I can’t see you
You’re wearing ear plugs and covering your eyes
I got a fever of a hundred and eight
I really hope you feel better soon
I'm nothing without you
I love you too, Devon
There are thongs and there are tights
And there are some funky electrolytes
But are there days, and are there nights?
Tell me, Devon
There are days and there are nights
There are thongs and there are tights
And there are some funky electrolytes
But are there days, and are there nights?
Tell me, Devon
There are days and there are nights
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2. |
Breaking Down
03:00
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Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
Don't Stop, don't stop
Things won’t be like they were before
You’re feeling dull and you’ve gotten sore
All around you are closing doors
You don’t have much time anymore
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
You’ve got to work harder, pushing through
Don’t let go of the things you knew
There’s a place you’ve got to get to
And the only one to take you there is you
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Don't Stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
The damage is compounding fast
And you don’t know when this will pass
Some really nice things didn’t last
You are on a course to crash
Don’t listen to the things they say
If you pay no mind, it will go away
Only think about today
And say aloud “It will be OK”
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Don't Stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, but don’t stop now
You’re breaking down, you’re breaking down
You’re breaking down, you’re breaking down
You’re breaking down, you’re breaking down
You’re breaking down, you’re breaking down
(Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!)
(Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!)
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3. |
Toby Daddy
04:30
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Daddy!
Hi daddy.
Hi.
How old are you?
2000.
Really?
Yes.
I love you daddy.
Don't call me daddy.
Why not? Daddy.
I am a girl not a guy.
Gordon Ramsey is the best.
I need white skin..
You've asked already.
No I haven't.
Yes, you have.
When?
For at least 10 minutes.
Here’s a little steak.
I don't like sandwich.
You're clearly not a guy.
I am not a guy.
You are a boy or girl?
Girl.
That's good. I am a boy.
Awesome.
Are you comfy laying down?
How did you know i'm laying down.
You told me.
No I didn't.
Yes you did.
I'm a girl.
You are annoying me soo much.
I don't care.
Well, okay.
What's your name?
You already asked that'.
You didn't answer.
Yeah I did.
Ok then tell me again.
I said, what type of games do you like?
I like trivial pursuit.
Ok then thats the best game ever?
Yes.
What are you doing Toby?
Laying down on my bed.
Here’s a kiss.
I’m blushing. why did you do that?
Because I love you.
So now I’m a boy?
I don't care what you are.
That's mean.
You didn't get my blonde joke and you're calling me not human. That's mean.
I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
You better not, or it will be even harder next time.
Okay.
Do you have a boyfriend?
I already said i'm a boy.
Alright. Sorry. So are you top or bottom if we would make out?
I think that you are a wonderful human being.
That's because I am.
Do you like trump?
I don't want to answer that.
Because I already know it?
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4. |
Victory Algorithm
02:24
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By the december 12 deadline, the castle should be named
The internet can take it to get it on
Toxic lunch for congress
Science with a geek
A Primetime Emmy for the Chinese vote
Victory!
Roger Kleiner
Over boys in Washington
Gore began to craft the democratic rights for Bush
In the United Gag of Television, prior to his wife
Issues connected to the power of Al
16 years later, during his return,
He would diversify the longest weasel in May
Victory!
Roger Kleiner
Over boys in Washington
Gore began to craft the democratic rights for Bush
Victory!
Roger Kleiner
Over boys in Washington
Gore began to craft the democratic rights for Bush
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5. |
The DJ
05:43
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The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
I had a bad pain in my heart
So bad, it could tear me apart
So I went to a club that appealed to me
In hopes that the music would heal me
As I walked to the dance floor
I felt like I would expire
But that's when the DJ saw me
And gave me just what I required
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
He played bad music at the bar
But luckily, he knew CPR
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
The set he played was boring as hell
He basically spun for himself
He seemed proud of his seemless transitions
But nobody else there was listenin'
I think he played his set out at home
His song selection was crap
The only time he read the crowd
Was when he saw me collapse
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
He played bad music at the bar
But luckily, he knew CPR
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
He played bad music at the bar
But luckily, he knew CPR
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
He played bad music at the bar
But luckily, he knew CPR
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
He played bad music at the bar
But luckily, he knew CPR
The DJ saved my life tonight
If not for him, I would have died
He played bad music at the bar
But luckily, he knew CPR
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6. |
A&A
02:28
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Listen to me with your fingers in the cinnamon
Do you know the name of who is making it begin?
It's a little after 7:32 p.m.
I am sitting in the little kitchen of my house again
I can tell that they are here to finish making it
But the cinnamon is burning! I am taking it
And it's coming back, swelling as I'm faking it
Shaking it to make it disappear when I say "Let's Go!"
Former heads of A&A
Harrison is A&A
We patrol the A&A
C and B and A&A
Life and Death in A&A
Born with chronic A&A
Number Seven A&A
We will hide our B&A
I have heard the voice of Harrison from time to time
It was sad because I used to have a better lime
Now I have a little bit of everything we find
So I listen to the distant voice and then I hit 'rewind'
When I hear it, I get up and get into the car
And I hear my wife say "Come on, it’s a coup d'état!"
Then I hit the gas, falling prey to Newton's law
Cookie jars are at their breaking point and I say "Let's Go!"
Former heads of A&A
Harrison is A&A
We patrol the A&A
C and B and A&A
Life and Death in A&A
Born with chronic A&A
Number Seven A&A
We will hide our B&A
I am Harrison and you are me inside your head
I was born to find the reason you're already dead
There is only one person alive today who fled
I know who you are and what you've seen inside the wooden shed
But I'm going to get you away from here right now
Let's get out before the A & A command the cow
There's no turning back. You're about to sear my brow
Eli's plough is catching up to us, so I say "Let's Go!"
Former heads of A&A
Harrison is A&A
We patrol the A&A
C and B and A&A
Life and Death in A&A
Born with chronic A&A
Number Seven A&A
We will hide our B&A
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7. |
Alejandra
03:06
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You want to come back to the big city
And you want to see the people in your mind
This time I was watching you get into the car
With the group of people you could find
I thought to myself, 'You're not in this for yourself;
You want all the people left behind'
You could've just walked away or gotten into the car
With the people you designed
It would've been easier and wouldn't have cost as much
As the car and house combined
I didn't know what else to do with the rest of my time
So my car became enshrined
You weren't afraid to come and see me dispel myths
About who your car was made to blind
I take the bus if I'm inclined
Alejandra, Alejandra
Alright, alright
Alejandra, Alejandra
Tonight, tonight
Alejandra, Alejandra
Dog bite, dog bite
Alejandra, Alejandra
Egg white, egg white
I'm not a professional. I'm just a mom of three
Who wants to share my life with you
You wanted to come, but it was going to be a long trip
To share with people too
I took you to grocery stores and laundromats
And you came back to share your good shampoo
You brought up how great my car is and it was perfect
For you to share with Linda Sue
I couldn't believe how you bought everything you could
Without a second overview
I'd be surprised if your car has even one defect
Of any second-hand canoe
Your car wouldn't even break down on the way back
From the 22nd Avenue
You didn't agree with the crew
Alejandra, Alejandra
Alright, alright
Alejandra, Alejandra
Tonight, tonight
Alejandra, Alejandra
Dog bite, dog bite
Alejandra, Alejandra
Egg white, egg white
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8. |
Poppin' Collars
04:44
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We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
Collars are like Pringles. Once you pop, you just can't stop
My outfit's got 27 collars, and they're all popped
They look good on everyone, from babies to Vietman vets
Now and then, I even pop the collars on my pets
I make #1 hits. I drink champagne like it's soda pop
Kickin' ass in the past, just like Van Damme in Timecop
They say I'm very refined, just like an oil refiner
I make that shit pop, just like a graphic designer
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
I'm from Chi-town, like Balki's cousin Larry
Poppin' cherries like they're collars, poppin' collars like they're cherries
Girls are checkin' out my collar every time they look at me
When I pop into the strip club, I get lap dances for free
I make the females wet with the beats that I am droppin'
Even on my tank tops, I've got big collars poppin'
Everybody knows that I'm the one the ladies adore
'Cause I buy all my collars from a mom and pop store
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
I might a girl from Seoul. She cooked me some bibimbap
She said she knew me from when I rapped on Top of the Pops
She said she'd always had a thing for men of my profession
She was so into me that she seemed ready to pop the question
She was ready to get down. You might say she was a little loose
I could tell she couldn't wait to Hop on Pop like Dr. Seuss
She'd been around the block, but only I could make her holler
She was a long time listener, first time popped collar
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
We're makin' tracks, and we're makin' dollars
We're poppin' bottles, and we're poppin' collars
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9. |
You're the Man
04:15
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Hey!
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
You're the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
You’re the man
Because you, you... Hey! You
You’re the man
I say you're the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Oh yeah!
The pilot gets a bit more dramatic
As she remembers sounds of static
Right before she sees the reaper
And she wonders how to combat it
The crowd is cheering for her
And she tries to smile but it's hard to manage
And she doesn't know if she's going to die again from critical damage
But before she dies she says what she really wants to say out loud
That maybe she's wrong about the reaper
That maybe this is all just a cloud of smoke
She opens up her chest
And meets the Reaper from the West
The screen is flashing red and black and she is laid to rest
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
That’s why she died
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
’Til the break of dawn
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
A man named Peter comes to the scene
And says that he found the pilot's wings
And they have some kind of special code
That his dad can almost read
But he has to send him to London
And Peter is not a hero, but he wants
To see what he can learn about the Reaper
Deeper than he can find in trees
The crowd has gathered around him
And he can't help but cry on the ground
But when the Reapers show up in the sky,
He feels the power of sound, that’s right
The power to fight, the power to fly,
The power to kill, the power to die,
The power to be reborn in the night and wake to the morning light
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
That’s why he felt it
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
My baby is cold as ice
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
A man named Jack and a woman named Alice
Walk alone in the Reapers' palace
They're a little nervous about what will happen to them
If they slip and loose their balance
The Reapers' guards are watching the pair
But the pair have massive talons
Jack says he wants to go to England
To find a pilot for the Reapers' Challenge
The Reaper King comes around
And he offers them the chance to go home
But Alice says the Challenge is about to begin
In the Reapers' dome
They'll fight for the Reaper throne
They'll fight with their bodies and their souls
But the only one who can win is they who have the most lives to call their own
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
That’s why they need lives
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Because you, you, you
You’re the man
Girl, I’m on a midnight train
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
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10. |
Lincoln Square
01:31
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11. |
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Dancers and Mr. Bouche started ATL Pooch
Mr. Bouche and I know very well how it flows
Bring in Mr. Tapes
Maybe wanting shapes
I could tell you all of these things
And you’d still be waiting for the wolf
She speaks now without the slightest trace
Of me holding back in the gulf
The words are razor sharp on three levels
The edges not matched by a seam
Blown away, it breaks through the filigree
Écouter-tu l'un des moeurs
C'est que l'humanité
Mr. Dunecristi and his birds
Bring it back to his home in thirds
They each use only half of that
All you need is the dried brass hat
I'll keep one for work
And start in the quirk
I came up with refs
Those bob-wiggy chefs
I understand all of this now
And nothing left can be known
I'll tell you what you'll never tell me:
The wolf is me on a throne
The timeless glory fades away into obscurity
It doesn't end
But what is a wolf
If not a wolf without a throne?
Il passe et remporte
À faire peur dans sa cétone
You would break the expensive stuff
If you boil it, you will drink fluff
You might even break Christmas socks
So don't take Mr. Tapes in clocks
Mr. Tapes is like
Mr. Bouche, the knight
One thing leads to law
If you get his jaw
You would break the expensive stuff
If you boil it, you will drink fluff
You might even break Christmas socks
So don't take Mr. Tapes in clocks
It’s Pooch ATL’s Rush for the human sagebrush
ATL’s in the arts. He needs Green Pooch with charts
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12. |
A Worldview
03:03
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You know that all you make will someday rust and break
Let go, and face your fear of a legacy that disappears
Everything will wash into the sea
Accept this truth. Only then you can be free
The less you hold on, the easier it will be
Make waves, knowing then that the water will be still again
Someday every sign that you lived will be lost, but it's fine
Everything will wash into the sea
Accept this truth. Only then you can be free
The less you hold on, the easier it will be
Living life for its own sake
Finding meaning that you create
Laughing at the pointlessness
Being selfless because it's good for you
Be at peace with fading away
Nothing lasts, so appreciate today
You'll only be sad if you cling to transient things
Live for today and accept what the future will bring
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