Drake feat. Lil Wayne – The Motto Lyrics

[Drake:]
I’m the fuckin man, you don’t get it do ya?
Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, Fuckin’ women ain’t much to do
Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t shit changed
How you feel? how you feel? how you feel?
Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil uhh
I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay
Getting paid well holla whenever that stop
My team good, we don’t really need a mascot
Tell Tune “light one, pass it like a relay”
YMCMB you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbs, shout to Gibo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if im fuckin with her, I don’t really need her
Aohhh, That’s how you feel man?
That’s really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin’ ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won’t
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal,
Real nigga what’s up?

[Drake – Chorus:]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way
Real nigga what’s up?

[Lil Wayne:]
One, time fuck one time
I’m calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It’s Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
That’s my MO add a B to that shit
I’m fucked up, torn down
I’m twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr Ed!
I’m so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar
Ain’t shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi

[Drake – Chorus:]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way
Real nigga what’s up what’s up what’s up

Watch the music video: http://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3D0V2VVEH6AX4

Afrojack & Steve Aoki feat. Miss Palmer – No Beef lyrics

I won’t break down tonight.
I feel it for the first time.
I feel it for the first time.

I won’t break down tonight.
I feel it for the first time.
I feel it for the first time.

I won’t break down tonight.
I feel it for the first time.
I feel it for the first time.

I found a new place here.
I’m coming down fast.

I found a new place here.
I’m coming down fast.

I found a new place here.
I’m coming down fast.

I found a new place here.
I’m coming down fast.

Find more at: http://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DirQSTRIAAB8

Coldplay’s ‘Hurts Like Heaven’

We all have that song which we rock out to in our bedroom, door closed and headphones on. We dance without feeling embarrassed because we ensure that noone’s watching.

Mine is one of the many great songs on Coldplay’s Mylo Xyloto and these are the lyrics:

Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
‘Do you ever get the feeling that you’re missing the mark?’
It’s so cold, it’s so cold
It’s so cold, it’s so cold

Written up in marker on a factory sign
‘I struggle with the feeling that my life isn’t mine’
It’s so cold, it’s so cold
It’s so cold, it’s so cold

See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
Fire from my belly and the beat from my heart
Still I won’t let go
Still I won’t let go

You
Ooohooh

‘Cause you do

Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

On every street, every car, every surface are names
And at the streets arise, i’ll be rather insane
Don’t let them take control
No we won’t let take control

Yes, I feel a little bit nervous,
Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax,
How come they’re out to get us?
How come they’re out when they don’t know the facts?

So on concrete canvas under cover of dark
Concrete canvas, I’ll go making my mark
Armed with a spray can soul
I’ll be armed with a spray can soul

You
Ooohooh

Oh, you
Ooohooh

Yes, you
You use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

Woho-ooh
Woho-oooh

It’s true
When you
Use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven