Sing-A-Longs

Andrea Chahayed - Who Knows

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LYRICS ON GENIUS

cheetah paws

THE RAT FEAT JANDHI

Has it arrived? 
The hesitant resurfacing of the sublime, 
from the confines of ambition. 
The quivering admission of we’re not so different you and I. 
Thus urge the gut, trust lest you regress. 
Sun kissed, my feet swept. Upend the oath kept. 
Weary arms outstretched, I unexpect. 
Wary, I inch toward it. Fearful the artform distorts it. 
Rather clumsily catch and set free than bask in what’s left to let be. 

Family car ride, dad passenger side, now I drive. 
City lights meant naptime, 
I’d wake when we’d pull through the gate. 
Least I could do for a birthday. 
Most I could say was a smile. Inside, I soared. 
Mom said she saw me crying through a window, 
left me to dry my eyes with the group.
She said to herself, “Someday, he’ll make it through,
Someday, he’ll know what I always knew.” 
One day, she told me that came true. 
I weeped like fireworks. 
My sister and I thumbing through records, laughing like we used to. 
Time traveling, salvaging innocence, polishing, restoring. Mending. 
Future can wait, I’m sated remembering. 
Not without its thorns. Roses vigorously plucked,
A beauty worth bleeding for.
Breathing like I mean it more. 
The privilege to people watch. 
Imagining. A narrative is alive where you only enrichen.
I promise I’ll publish it. Nonfiction. When I find my footing.
The miracle of finding our footing. 
Embarrass me. Tear me to shreds. 
More confetti to celebrate us reuniting. 
Basking in the failure to capture. 
This doesn’t deserve art.

Failing Capturing

good news bad news [prod. by mr. master]

Andrea Chahayed - Phony (Lyrics)

If I could see in the future
Fluent in tapestry
Tarot card witchery’d
Tell me that you might not be there
But it’s hard to believe when you’re sitting right next me sayin’ out loud
Of how you love me now

Cause I could be running in circles
Tripping on the same pebbles 
Crash down cry for help as you
Always do run to the rescue 
Any fall can be faltered
A buffer to all of my faults but please
Do watch your step around me

Well you’re someone I count on to show up  
Even through all the absence in learning from consequence
Who needs a friend when I’ve got you
Are you sure I’m not too much
I’m sorry it’s just how I am
You swear it’s not like that, there there

Hey I know that it’s 4 in the morning
I’ve got something to tell you
I’ve been holding on to and 
Now that it’s gotten quite heavy
Here you go ain’t it terribly ugly
It’s just like me to fuck up
Don’t let me fall back down

I felt it from the beginning
How your love did collapse 
And your pity did atrophy 
slowly decay 
No your words didn’t fade 
Said the pantomime up on the stage
It was all just a play
Did not expect to pay
I was just your waste of time 
and I knew that I was right
You phony love of mine
You phony love of mine

Andrea Chahayed - Phony

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i dont wanna resist it
i feel it in the distance yeah
you know got me frustrated
i feel it in the best way yeah

i need some patience
when im alone at home
i start to thinking 
i need some self control
im in the waiting
my body wants some love ,or (wants it now)
dont wanna fake it 
i aint go love on nobody unless i mean it
i aint go love on nobody unless i mean it
 
so ill call up your phone
catching your vibe with some time
i wanna like ya
for awhile i been afraid of taking chances
romancing this burning got me dizzy inside my head yeah
im caving for it yeah
i know you notice yeah
i see your eyes across the room
should i keep this going?
i might just whats up 
for a second or third time
maybe then ill see the shine
im hoping 

i dont wanna resist it
i feel it in the distance yeah
you know got me frustrated
i feel it in the best way yeah
not trying to resist it

stages of fueling the fire
what do i do with my time
and everybody’s got the desire
to be with the love of their life

STREAM

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11 Sweatpants (Prod by Childish Gambino & Ludwig Goransson) - Childish Gambino Ft Problem

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at college but i still have some time to make garbage every now and then

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Bells Motherfucker

Stoney

Congratulations (feat. Quavo)

to: eno, cuomo, .jpeg files, and all of those in attendance.

from: juan

production: juan
vocals: juan
mix: juan

lyrics:
[verse 1]
crashing way too fast,
and you’re hung up on the chemistry
they will telecast, 
that the days won't be sold separately

fashion nights to last,
scripture says that it is destiny,
bad luck you've amassed,
you could say it like a kennedy

there’s these nine punks, dealing
with a full stop, 
meeting,
at a book shop,
pleading you’re a no one, (no one)

and it's five bumps, dreaming,
of some tree top ceiling,
through a laptop,
pleading with no one, (no one)

[chorus]
outta my way with the bb gun,
down with another one,
rpg missile up my sleeve

outta my way with the bb gun,
down with another one,
and i think that it’s time to leave, 

[verse 2]
passion overcast, 
and we’re over all the pleasantries,
making quite the splash,
and you’re loaded with the weaponry

culture you have slashed,
singing pretty on the ebony,
real iconoclast,
you could be a different pedigree,

why’d you wanna go
float your cold ass in the air,
trying make it gold,
with the old class, debonair

and it seems a slight to me
with the twenty lil differences,
and we tend to disagree

and they’re cold monks praying,
over old nuns, 
claiming,
in their tongues,
they’re saying, you're a no one, (no one)

and they’re sold on staying,
they’ve enrolled,
they’re paying
for some white gold,
saying you’re a no one (no one)

[chorus]

[outro]
i don’t know what to do,
when they sayin’ it’s smooth,

i don’t know what it is,
I ain't gonna miss this,

i don’t know what to do,
i don’t know what to do,
i don't know what to do,
i don't know what to do,

BB Gun

BotanicSage -  Red's Humble

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i’m not your average superhero, 
i don’t wear a cape or tights
and you won’t catch me slinging webs through cityscapes, 
i’m scared of heights
i’m not your textbook superhero
i can’t levitate or fly
but if you pass the sunday crossword, I won’t hesitate to try
i’m not the type  of vigilante who goes off avenging homicides
more the kind to just correct your comma splice,
constructive criticism supervillain, yes, i’m honest when I prompt advice
but even when a novice writes I always leave my comments nice, 
leap buildings in a single bound, y’all should see the way my fingers race
through city streets of letter keys whether double or single-spaced
faster than a speeding bullet
if you’re talking words per minute
write so comprehensive each bullet loin t holds the world within it  
power like a locomotive, discipline of sage strength 
essays that I write are twenty pages past the page length 
not the man of steel but when i sit to write i’ve got no kryptonite 
as long as i’ve got coffee i can sip tonight 
call me cyclops, i’ve got laser vision page revision,
not a next-gen x-men, but i’m crazy with the red pen  
mutant when I’m writing, yes, my drafts have got evolving genes
watch me wielding clauses like I'm wolverine

I’m not your average superhero, I don't mask my voice like this/
secret identity's dull, I don't see a point in it/
I'm not out here to save the world on day/night protocols/
I just take my Pryde in sentence structure, phase right through the walls of text/
polished, read a second time, kind of like Professor X/
but I read essay lines instead of minds until they're all correct/
triple check that proper punctuation ends it/
perfect verbs with fantastic nouns like Ben Grimm/
spin webs of any size and catch a reader's attention/
nab plagiarists like flies, I write with tingling senses/
swing right overhead with lines of super tensile strength/
fingers type like streaks of light, whether past or present tense/
I arrive just in time, type more than Cyborg/
not Robin, no red or green underline eye sores/
I channel Raven, write in style of Edgar Allen Poe/
no green eyes, but tackle any beast of rhetoric that you know/
they can call me any hour, but they view it as a lesser power/
when my essays get an A on top, like Avenger's tower/
in the meantime I think I'll go into hiding/
a reckless vigilante with his helmet on, still writing/

Headhaunter x samsa - Superlative Heroes

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sleep with a fan on.

BB Gun

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