Tag: Big Dipper

NIKI – Hallway Weather Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
How do you know that it’s winter again?
For me, it’s the hallways
And gathering ’round, spewing empty amens
And laughing hard with eyes glazed

[Pre-Chorus]
And I wanna be, more than anything
Just a hair less tragic
So let’s go get a tree and stuff it in the trunk
Just to Google how to put it up

[Chorus]
And you wonder how your parents did it
When do you know somewhere is home?
It’d be great to have some Christmas spirit
Or friends that live close
But I’m just as much a fantasist
As I’m a lone ghost

[Verse 2]
Last night I went on a walk after 1
Big Dipper was a spectacle
But it didn’t even come close to the frеshly-mowed lawns
And the wasteful outdoor light fеstivals

[Pre-Chorus]
No you don’t understand, I deeply love the sentiment
If only Santa wasn’t spoiled at six
It’d probably all be different, and come December 10th
I probably wouldn’t be seasonally anemic (Hahaha)
One, two, three

[Chorus]
And you wonder how your parents did it
When do you know somewhere is home?
It’d be great to have some Christmas spirit
Friends that live close
But I’m just as much a fantasist
As I’m a lone ghost

[Outro]
Oh, ooh, oh
I’m a lone ghost

Chris Brown – No Such Thing Lyrics

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[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
Fat fly nigga, real drink sipper
Hundred thou’ in Vegas with a hundred bad bitches
Stars in the Wraith, you can see the Big Dipper
Ice in my face, you can see the big picture
I’m HoodyBaby, that’s my shit
Think I’m thinkin’ ’bout a bitch, but I’m thinkin’ bout the brick
And if you comin’ by yourself, I’ma dip
‘Cause only two bitches satisfy my dick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
No such thing as too many drinks
Follow me, and I’ma turn you out
Put that pussy in my face now
Yeah, we ’bout to go twelve rounds now
Now let me touch it
Let me rub it
Lately been spendin’ money like, “Fuck it”
I never trust her, but go on, bust it
Bend it over, shake somethin’, don’t cuff it

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I want you, you, and her, that’s the liquor talkin’
Come off them shoes and that purse, that’s my niggas talkin’
I’m super smooth off them Perc’s, got me moonwalkin’
Got my hand up her skirt, she screamin’ out, “Ooh, papi”
I ain’t with the actin’, save the cappin’ for a sucker
Hop up on my dick, lick the tip, I need a nasty muhfucka
A bad bitch that get her back from her mama
I’ma need a stack, she gon’ throw it back, show me somethin’

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
No such thing as too many drinks
Follow me, and I’ma turn you out
Put that pussy in my face now
Yeah, we ’bout to go twelve rounds now
Now let me touch it
Let me rub it
Lately been spendin’ money like, “Fuck it”
I never trust her, but go on, bust it
Bend it over, shake somethin’, don’t cuff it