MUSIC

Anna Wise – Precious Possession

-Lyrics-
Hold me close I'm wasting away
Hold me close I'm too fucked to stand

Hold me close I'm wasting away
Hold me close I'm too fucked to stand
Hold me close I'm wasting away
Hold me close I'm too fucked to stand

Blank slate big smile
Nice pout long hair
Toned thighs big legs
Both breasts blank stare
We've learned that this is what you want
We can't erase what we've been taught
Will you call me your girlfriend
I wanna be a princess
Will you call me your girlfriend
I wanna be a princess

Come down and see
I am your precious possession
I'm so delicate
I need your protection

Clothes in front of your new daddy
Stick my ass out for all it's worth
Stay like this until the grave daddy
Drop your ass, what's your self esteem worth?

Hold me close I'm wasting away
Hold me close I'm too fucked to stand
Hold me close I'm wasting away
Hold me close I'm too fucked to stand

I'm addicted to myself
I'm addicted to my wealth
And lying to myself
(I am your precious possession)
Lying to myself
Put your hands on my face
Put your hands on my waist
Put your hands on my face
(I need your protection)
I'm addicted to myself
I'm addicted to my wealth
And lying to myself
(I am your precious possession)
Lying to myself
Put your hands on my face
Put your hands on my waist
Put your hands on my face
(I need your protection)
I'm addicted to myself
I'm addicted to my wealth
And lying to myself
(I am your precious possession)
Lying to myself
Put your hands on my face
Put your hands on my waist
Put your hands on my face
(I need your protection)

Anna Wise - Precious Possession

David Bowie – Blackstar

-Lyrics-
In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah
In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all
Your eyes

On the day of execution, on the day of execution
Only women kneel and smile, ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all
Your eyes, your eyes

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all
Your eyes
Ah-ah-ah

Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

How many times does an angel fall?
How many people lie instead of talking tall?
He trod on sacred ground, he cried loud into the crowd
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangstar)

I can’t answer why (I’m a blackstar)
Just go with me (I’m not a filmstar)
I’m-a take you home (I’m a blackstar)
Take your passport and shoes (I’m not a popstar)
And your sedatives, boo (I’m a blackstar)
You’re a flash in the pan (I’m not a marvel star)
I’m the Great I Am (I’m a blackstar)

I’m a blackstar, way up, on money, I’ve got game
I see right, so wide, so open-hearted pain
I want eagles in my daydreams, diamonds in my eyes
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre then stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a star's star, I’m a blackstar)

I can’t answer why (I’m not a gangstar)
But I can tell you how (I’m not a film star)
We were born upside-down (I’m a star's star)
Born the wrong way ‘round (I’m not a white star)
(I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangstar
I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar
I’m not a pornstar, I’m not a wandering star
I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

In the villa of Ormen stands a solitary candle
Ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, your eyes
On the day of execution, only women kneel and smile
Ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, your eyes, your eyes
Ah-ah-ah

David Bowie - blackstar

Chance The Rapper – Angels ft. Saba

-Lyrics-
Angels, na, na, na, na

I got my city doing front flips
When every father, mayor, rapper jump ship
I guess that's why they call it where I stay
Clean up the streets, so my daughter can have somewhere to play
I'm the blueprint to a real man
Some of these niggas toss they tassel for a deal man
I ain't going to hell or the Hillman
Igh, Igh, Igh, Igh, for my real fans
I got caught up with a little Xan
Can't stop me but it slow me though
Yeah nigga famous, you don't know me though
But every DJ still play me though
Damn man, I don't even need a radio
And my new shit sound like a rodeo
Got the old folks dancing the Do-si-do
So they fuck around, sign me to OVO
Oooh, I just might share my next one with Keef
Got the industry in disbelief, they be asking for beef
This what it sound like when God split an atom with me
I even have Steve giving out apples for free

They was talking "woo woo this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me they keep me surrounded

Who is you? And who the fuck is you? And who is him?
All of the sudden woo wap da bam you can't touch me
Na, na, na, na I got angels
I got angels

I ain't change my number since the seventh grade
This for my day one, ten years, seven days
A week, nigga's never tired on they Kevin Gates
And if they rest in peace they bunny hopping heaven's gates
It's too many young angels on the southside
Got us scared to let our grandmommas outside
You gonna make me take the campers way downtown
You gonna make me turn my BM to my housewife
I just had a growth spurt
It done took so long, my tippy toes hurt
You can keep the nose ring, I don't have to soul search
I'm still at my old church, only ever sold merch
Grandma say I'm Kosher, momma say I'm culture
GCI, 1-0-7-5, angel goin' live
Power 92, angel, juke, angel gon' juke
GCI, 1-0-7-5, goin' live
Power 92, angel gon' juke, juke, juke, juke

They was talking "woo woo this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
Wap the bam (na, na, na)
(I got angels) I got angels all around me they keep me surrounded
(Na, na, na)
(I got angels)
They was talking "woo woo this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded

Who is you? And who the fuck is you? And who is him?
All of the sudden woo wap da bam you can't touch me
Na, na, na, na I got angels
I got angels

Na, na
Na, na
I got, I got

Chance the rapper - Angels

Bibi Bourelly – Ego

-Lyrics-
I'm nineteen years old with a big ego
Got holes in my plans but a sick flow
Can't nobody tell me I ain't real, no
Cause all I'm around is fake people
I got a lot of haters, I'ma let them niggas hate
I won't ever be fake, that ain't up for the vape

And I won't ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever give a fuck
Won't ever, ever, ever give a fuck

You won't bring me down, down, d-d-down
Down, d-d-down, down, d-d-down
You won't bring me down, down, d-d-down
Down, d-d-down, down, d-d
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up, oh Lord

They want me to be this picture-perfect girl
In a little picture-perfect world
But I cuss when I talk, and I lean when I walk
And I've been through some shit and I've gained and I've lost
And all of the teachers used to keep me after the class
Behind the school bleachers suckin' on cigarettes
I'm out of the norm since the day I was born
And I put this on life, I won't ever conform

I won't ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever give a fuck
Won't ever, ever, ever give a fuck

You won't bring me down, down, d-d-down
Down, d-d-down, down, d-d-down
You won't bring me down, down, d-d-down
Down, d-d-down
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up

Went from high school to Hollywood
From Hollywood to stadiums
From stadiums to the whole wide world singin' my song along
Berlin to Tokyo, Egypt to USA
If you're still holdin' on, let me hear you say

You won't bring me down, down, d-d-down
Down, d-d-down, down, d-d-down
They won't bring you down, down, d-d-down
Down, d-d-down, down, d-d-down
Oh they got you fucked up

Ego - Bibi Bourelly