Name: fughetabouti by Sincere Imposter
Duration: 3 min 10 s
Description: fughetabouti is a mandatory tropical break in a beautifully broken world

LYRICS:
Party Rock
Yeah
Woo
Let's go

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time 

And we gon' make you lose your mind 
Everybody just have a good time 

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time 
I can feel it, babe

And we gon' make you lose your mind
We just wanna see you...
Shake that

So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs

We will never be 
Never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass
Just come on and come on and raise your glass
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass
Just come on and come on and raise your glass

In the club, party rock
Looking for your girl? 
She on my jock, huh
Non-stop when we in the spot
Booty moving weight 
Like she on the block 

Where the drank?
I gots to know
Tight jeans, tattoo, 'cause I'm rock and roll
Half-black, half-white, domino
Gainin' money
Oprah dough

Yo, I'm running through these hoes like Drano
I got that devilish flow, Rock and Roll
No halo, we party rock

Yeah, that's the crew that I'm reppin'
On the rise to the top, no Led in our Zeppelin 

Hey!

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time 

And we gon' make you lose your mind
Everybody just have a good time 

Let's Go!

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gon' make you lose your mind
We just wanna see you...
Shake that

Every day I'm shufflin'

Shufflin', Shufflin'

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Shine a light through an open door
Love and life
I will divide

Turn away 'cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It's the way I'm feeling
I just can't deny-
But I've gotta let it go

Put your hands up to the sound
Get up, get down
Put your hands up to the sound
Put your hands up to the sound
Get up, get down
Put your hands up to the sound

Put your hands up to the sound
Let's go

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Shake That
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands up, put your hands up

Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands up, put your hands up
Good Time

(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) I-I-I work out

(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) I-I-I work out

Shake That

Every day I'm shufflin'

Shake That

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run
Faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run
Faster than my bullet

Put your, put your hands up
Put your-
Put your, put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up 
Put your, put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up

Put your hands up

Your hands up

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2011

F L A V O R B O M B, a dynamic five-piece K-pop group known for their vibrant, mixed-gender lineup and a signature hyper-pop sound, the band quickly carved out a unique space in the industry. Their music is characterized by high-energy beats, glitchy synths, and rapid-fire vocals, all woven together to create a sensory overload of sound💥
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LYRICS:
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Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em  
렛미 톡투음, 렛미 톡투음  
Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em  

Let it ring  
렛잇 링  
Let it s-t-r-i-n-g

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm  
흠~ 음~ 음~ 음~ 음~ 음~  

Let me talk to 'em  
렛미 톡투음  
Let me talk to 'em

Come on  
Come on
컴온

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack 
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go
This crazy all night spendin' my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin' X and O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa
Did I think I see shawty get low?
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow

Work the pole, I got the bank roll
I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her mo'
Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes
She had them...

She had them
Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur 
The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones

Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon
Three stacks c'mon, now that's three grand

What, you think I'm playin', baby girl?
I'm the man, I invented rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover
I couldn't control her
So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her...

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur 
The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Whoa, shawty
Yeah she was worth the money
Lil' mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got her them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman
Let me showin' and made me want it
Two in the mornin', I'm zonin'
And them Rosay bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal was fly 
Just like my Glock

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack 
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low 

Come on!

Come on!

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APPLE BOTTOM JEANS | feat. FLAVORBOMB

KidZ BOP 1984 – “RELAX” 
(Frankie Goes to Hollywood)
In one of the strangest entries in the KidZ BOP library, “RELAX” stands as the holy grail of lost children’s pop. Supposedly recorded in late 1984 — years before KidZ BOP formally existed — this “prototype” version was an earnest attempt to make cutting-edge New Wave fun and family-friendly. Producers reportedly stripped out “the weird adult stuff,” then added a Motown children’s choir...
But history was not ready. Even without the risqué subtext, parents of the Reagan era were deeply confused by 12-year-olds chanting “Relax, don’t do it!” over throbbing synths and questionable lyrics. The track was shelved indefinitely. Only in recent years has a master cassette resurfaced, reigniting debate about whether this was an innocent sing-along gone wrong — or the most hilariously misguided pop cover in children’s music history.
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LYRICS:
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Hey
Ho
Oh, Woah...
Yeah

Now!

Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to - hah
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Come-oh 

But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention

Ooh yeah

Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams

I'm coming
I'm coming

Yeah
Yeah

Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don't do it 
When you want to come
When you want to come

When you want to come

Come
Huh

Get it up!

The scene of love
Oh feel it

Relax
High
Higher

Higher
Higher

Hey-
Hey

Pray
Oh, pray!

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MISGUIDED KidZ BOP | 'RELAX' | 1984 | ORIGINAL RECORDING

This song is an interpretation of “Shake the Dust,” the powerful spoken-word poem by Anis Mojgani. It’s a letter to the overlooked — the tired, the shy, the broken, the dreamers... Each line is a reminder that a hand can reach out to every corner of forgotten humanity.
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LYRICS:
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This one is for the fat girls
This one is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps 
And for the childhood bullies 
That tormented them

For the former prom queen 
And for the milk crate ballplayers

For the nighttime cereal eaters 
And for the retired elderly Wal-Mart 
Store front door greeters...

Shake the Dust

This is for the benches 
And the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers driving 
A million broken hymns

For the men who have to hold down 
Three jobs simply to hold up their children

For the night schoolers 
And for the midnight bike riders 
Trying to fly...

Shake the Dust

For the 2-year-olds 
Who cannot be understood 
Because they speak half-English 
And half-God...

Shake the Dust

For the boys 
With the beautiful sisters...

Shake the Dust

For the girls 
With the brothers 
Who are going crazy

For those gym class wallflowers
For the 12-year-olds 
Afraid of taking public showers

For the kid who’s always late 
To class because he forgets 
The combination to his lockers

For the girl 
Who loves 
Somebody else...

Shake the Dust

This is for the hard men who want love 
But know that it won’t come
The ones the amendments 
Do not stand up for

For the ones who are forgotten

For the ones who are told to speak 
Only when you are spoken to 
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand
So you do not forget yourself
Do not let a moment go by 
That doesn’t remind you 
That your heart beats 
A hundred thousand times a day

And that there are enough 
Gallons of blood 
To make every one of us oceans

Do not settle 
For letting these waves settle
And for the dust 

To collect in your veins

This is for the celibate pedophile 
Who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers 
And for the people 
Who go on vacations alone
For the sweat that drips off of 
Mick Jagger’s singing lips
For the shaking skirt 
On Tina Turner’s shaking hips
For the heavens and for the hells 
Through which Tina has lived

This is for the tired 
And for the dreamers
For the families 
That will never be like the Cleavers
With perfectly made dinners 
And sons like Wally and the Beaver

This is for the bigots
For the sexist
For the killers
For the big house 
Jail-sentenced cats 
Becoming redeemers
And for the springtime 
That always seems to know 
To show up after every single winter

This is for you

This is for you

Make sure that by the time 
The fisherman returns 
You are gone

Because just like the days
I burn at both ends 
And every time I write
Every time I open my eyes
I am cutting out parts of myself 
Just to give them to you

So shake the dust
And take me with you when you do

For none of this has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
It pushes for you

So grab this world by its clothespins
And shake it out again and again
And hop on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off
Shake it again

For this is yours

Make these words worth it
Make this not just 
Another poem that I write
Not just another poem 
Like just another night
That sits heavy above us all
Walk into it
Breath it in
Let it crash 
Though the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years 
Of millions of poets 
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing
Making you live
Shaking the dust

So when the world knocks 
At your front door
Clutch the knob tightly 
And open on up
And run forward 
Into its widespread open arms
With your hands in front of you

Fingertips trembling 
Though they may be
May be

May be...
May be...
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe

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SHAKE THE DUST

Step into the breathtaking world of DE LOS MUERTOS, Cirque du Soleil’s daring new spectacle where gravity bends and the impossible becomes reality. 

In a mesmerizing blend of future-metal energy and hauntingly beautiful choreography, aerialists soar and plunge from crimson ribbons that seem to drip like living blood, performing death-defying feats above a world suspended between life and legend. Every moment pulses with tension and wonder, every note of the score striking like a heartbeat echoing through the void. 

DE LOS MUERTOS is a celebration of risk, of beauty born from darkness, and of the fearless human spirit rising above the edge of the unknown.

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CIRQUE DU SOLEIL | DE LOS MUERTOS

This reimagining of Journey's 80's rock ballad OPEN ARMS reframes the song as a tiny, glowing confession—an indie-electronic murmur built from tape hiss, soft pulses, and fragile glitches.

Stripped of its old grandeur, it becomes a lo-fi vow whispered from someone learning to trust again, someone who is piecing together tenderness from the fragments of their own doubts about vulnerability.
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LYRICS:
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Lying beside you 
Here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mine

Softly you whisper
You're so sincere
How could our love be so blind?

We sailed on together 
And drifted apart
And here you are... by my side

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say

So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see 
What your love 
Means to me

Open arms

Open arms

Living without you
Livin' alone
This empty house seems so cold

Wanting to hold you
Wanting you near
How much I wanted you home

But now that you've come back
Turned night into day-
I need you to stay

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say

So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see 
What your love 
Means to me

Open arms
Oh, open arms

Open arms

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with open arms

LYRICS:
Hey girl-
I got somethin' real important to tell you
So just sit down and listen

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know, know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city
You, You, You
Got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down
You got me stressed out

Cuz ever since I left the city
You, You, You
Started wearing less and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne 
Out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some random girls 
I've never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

I know when, when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when, when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

These days, all I do is
Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards
For someone else

Wonder if you're rollin' up a Backwoods
For someone else

Doing things I taught you
Gettin' nasty 
For someone else

You don't need no one else
You don't need nobody else
No, No

Why you never alone?
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home
Be a good girl
You was in the zone, yeah
You should just be yourself
Right now, you're someone else
You're someone else

You're someone else!

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know, know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Can only mean one thing 

Mean one thing

Yeah... Hotline Bling 

Hotline bling

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Hotline Bling (R&B Soul Edition)

LYRICS:
I trace the lines of their shadows  
Walls bending
Velvet night 
Folding over my skin  

Candles flicker corners
Quiet corners  
I wonder if I could step 
Inside the pages I’ve read  
Becoming the heroine... 

The Midnight Street Walker  

Boots scraping
Cobblestones shifting beneath me  
Ink stained fingers 
Tap a song I’ve imagined  
Mirror cracks
Whispers float in rhyme 
With my thoughts  
Silver-black constellations 
Mapped on their sleeves  

Stories I want to live  
Stitched into the freezing night  

my heart flutters with a dark alley glow  
i am small, watching, becoming 
 
Sweet goth girl
Fold into shadows  
Finding ourselves 
Between lines
Between light  

Sweet goth girl
Tracing moonlight in our hair  
Whispers in cathedrals
Laughter threading through the air  

Sweet goth girl
Spinning shadows everywhere  
I’m learning how to be… 

how to be  
reading myself into the night  

Velvet ribbons twist
Black eyeliner smudge
Midnight annotations  
Music emerges
Veins uncharted  
I am footnote, margin
Story unfolding  

finding light in shadows
page by page  

Do I feel it too?  
Every color a secret handbook-we share  
I am not anyone else  
Turning fiction into reflection  
Breathing chapters into night  

Sweet goth girl
Tracing moonlight in our hair  
Whispers in cathedrals
Laughter threading through the air  

Sweet goth girl
Spinning shadows everywhere  
I’m learning how to be… 
How to be  
Reading myself into the night  

Night folds around us  
I step inside our story
Inside our story 
Inside our story 

I turn the pages 
Until I find 
Until I find... 

the pictures of me.

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SWEET GOTH GIRL

THIS FIRST DAY OF WINTER

Into The Void 

How much longer must I wait for you?! To believe that you truly exist.
(Truly exist)
How much longer can I keep forgiving everyone, everything? Casting vengeance aside?
(Aside)
How much longer must I seek you in the dark?!
Screaming: "Where are you? Where?!"
(Where are you?!)

Chorus 

Without a glimpse of you.
(Unseen)
Yet knowing you’re out there somewhere!
(Out there somewhere)

Verse 

And then, every sound will wither, and the world will turn to night.
And like a pulse from deep within—suddenly, there you are.
(There you are)
I’ll plunge through the window, heart-first, towards you,
Into the light that breaks from the dark!
(From the dark!)
I’ll hold you close, stepping into the void,
Together, into that bright beyond.
(Bright beyond)

Chorus 
Without a glimpse of you.
(A glimpse of you)
Yet knowing you’re out there somewhere.
(Somewhere)
You’re out there somewhere.
(You’re out there)
Unseen, yet felt.
(Felt so deep)
I know you’re out there somewhere.
The soul cannot be deceived...
(Deceived...)
(Somewhere...)

Into The Void.mp3

fughetabouti is a mandatory tropical break in a beautifully broken world

fughetabouti

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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