Ne-Yo – SUMMERTIME lyrics

(Why do I feel)
I’m surrounded by the beautiful
Said why do I feel so alone? [Intro]
Lil ma, wanna come to the beach with me? Oh, I needed you ‘Cause I know there’s something wrong
Oh, I needed you
[Chorus]
Dark clouds, for the dark clouds
Raining on me, raining on me
Raining on me, oh (woo)
But you’re like the summertime and it feels so good
You’re like the summertime and it feels so good
You got me high
[Verse 2]
In the Jeep on the beach with the top down
Hits on the radio, turn it up so loud
So good, so good (it feels so good)
Sun is shining on my face
And designer be my shades
And I’m riding with my lady
It’s feels amazing, feels amazing, ayy
[Bridge]
(Oh, woo, here we go, let’s go)
[Chorus]
Summertime and it feels so good
You got me high
[Outro]
Running round, being famous
Living life, living life
Girl, I love that you’re beautiful and aimless
But something don’t feel right, oh
Why do I feel so low? Let’s go
Oh, woo
Yo, let’s go, hey
[Chorus]
Summertime and it feels so good (hey)
Summertime and it feels so good
You got me high, dark clouds
Raining on me, raining on me
But you’re like the summertime and it feels so good
You’re like the summertime and it feels so good
You got me high
[Verse 1]
Running round, being famous
Living life, living life
Girl, I love that you’re beautiful and aimless
But something don’t feel right, oh
Why do I feel so low? Said why do I feel so alone?

Azizi Gibson – Barbie lyrics

Would you talk the heat around when
Are you the one who’s gonna send them to hell? [NOT FULL]
[Hook]
Imma do it ’til I die, ’til I’m down
They say what goes up must come down
But we never comin’ down
Now I’m on fire, look who’s hot now
Soon as you think your up, imma shut your shit down
You already know
[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna be gangstas, everybody wanna be gangstas, yeah
Everybody wanna be gangstas, everybody wanna be gangstas, yeah
Everybody wanna be gangstas, everybody wanna be gangstas, yeah
Everybody wanna be gangstas, when they know they really don’t [?] us
Would you die for what you rep? Okay now, niggas really wanna be ganstas, niggas really wanna be gangstas
Expose these niggas for some phonies, make ‘em cry to they mommies
Oh I’m started to understand you motherfuckin’ niggas now
Very well, All up on the Social Network all tough and shit actin’ like Hulk Hogan
[Hook]
Imma do it ’til I die, ’til I’m down
They say what goes up must come down
But we never comin’ down
Now I’m on fire, look who’s hot now
Soon as you think your up, imma shut your shit down
You already know
[Verse 2]
We was sitting outside, waiting for the motherfucker to pull up in the ride

Kris Kross – Jump lyrics

Real high! [Intro]
(Jump Jump)
You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you (Jump Jump)
The Mac Dad’ll make you (Jump Jump)
The Daddy Mac’ll make you (Jump Jump)
Kris Kross’ll make you (Jump Jump)
[Verse 1: Mac Daddy]
Don’t try to compare us to another bad little fad
I’m the Mac and I’m bad give you something that you never had
I’ll make ya bump hump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I’ll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Cause I’m just so fly
A young lovable, hugable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
Cause inside out, it’s wiggida wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin’ with somethin’ pumpin’ to keep you jumpin’
‘R&B-rap is bullcrap’ is what I’m dumpin’
Ain’t nuthin’ soft about Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, “Do they rock?,” say, “Believe that!”
[Hook]
(Jump Jump)
The Mac Dad’ll make you (Jump Jump)
The Daddy Mac’ll make you (Jump Jump)
Kris Kross’ll make you (Jump Jump)
Uh huh, uh huh
(Jump Jump)
The Mac Dad’ll make you (Jump Jump)
The Daddy Mac’ll make you (Jump Jump)
Kris Kross’ll make you (Jump Jump)
[Verse 2: Daddy Mac]
I like my stuff knockin’ (knockin’)
I love it when the girlies be like jockin’ (jockin’)
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Yeah, you know me
I got you jumpin’ an’ bumpin’ an’ pumpin’ movin’ all around, G
In the mix, I made MC’s step back
They tried to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you’ll be sportin’ the gear; is that coincidental? Act like you know and don’t be claiming that it’s mental
Two lil’ kids with a flow you ain’t ever heard
And nuttin’ fake and you can understand every word
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mac Daddy]
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain’t comin’ off wack
And for all y’all suckas that don’t know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can’t rhyme like this (Bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can’t rhyme like this (Bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can’t rhyme like this (Bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can’t (Bo, bo)
‘Cause I’m the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Bo, bo)
The miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac (Bo, bo)
‘Cause I’m the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Bo, bo)
The miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac (Bo, bo)
I make ya wanna…
[Hook x3]
Mac Daddy: Believe dat!