1. |
Cloud 69
03:43
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Like dynamite
Need a cheerleader
Let me throw you down
While I look at her
I'm like "Oh my god
I think I need a girlfriend"
I'm like dynamite
Need a cheerleader
Let me throw you down
While I look at her
I'm like "Oh my god
I think I need a girlfriend"
Fuck all you bad boys
You bad bad boys
You bad boys
You bad bad boys
You bad boys
You bad bad boys
Comin' on down cloud 69
I'm like dynamite
Exploding sweet
Take out your lips
And put em back here
I'm like "Oh my god
I wish I hadn't said that"
I'm like dynamite
It's a gentle pull
You can let em wait
But you never feel full
I'm like "Oh my god
You know you need a girl
(girl girl girl girl girl girl girl girl...)"
Bad boys you bad bad boys
Comin on down cloud 69
Bad boys you bad bad boys
Comin on down cloud 69
I'm goin up up up up
Won't you come with me
Bad boys you bad bad boys
Comin on down cloud 69
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2. |
88
03:03
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88 people on my back
88 people wanna go back
Touchin' yourself to video
Give me the time, at least you'll know
I let you know that i can be unfaithful
But I like to tell you when I'm gonna stray
Are you faithful? Are you true?
Let me take away your pain and all your blues
Do you wanna get up and go?
Pick your bags with the one you love
Meet me corner under the sun
I let you know
That i can be unfaithful
But i tell you when I'm gonna stray
Are you faithful? Are you true?
Let me take away your pain and all your blues
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3. |
The Bells
04:18
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Would you give me a beat?
Beat go
The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and
the bounce, the bounce, the bounce, the bounce,
and the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and the beat
When you gonna call me?
I can never tell,
I wanna hear the ding ding dong,
I wanna hear the bells
The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and
the bounce, the bounce, the bounce, the bounce,
and the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and the beat
I can bring it up
I can make it hop
I can take it off
Drop it like a rock
The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and
the bounce, the bounce, the bounce, the bounce,
and the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and the beat
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Hey! Where'd the beat go?
Beat go
Where'd the beat go?
Beat go
Where'd the beat go?
The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and
the bounce, the bounce, the bounce, the bounce,
and the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and the beat
Beat go
The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and
the bounce, the bounce, the bounce, the bounce,
and the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, and the beat
Hey! Where'd the Beat go?
Beat go
Where'd the beat go?
Beat go
Where'd the beat go?
Beat go
Beat go
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4. |
Palm Trees
04:29
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Looking at the window
I can't find something to realize
Waiting for a message for me
But,
You were always one step ahead
You were always one step ahead
You were always one step ahead, from me
Waiting for the palm tree
Waiting for the palm tree
Baby, are you good or..?
I don't know, I barely even know you
Maybe I'm a sucker for love
But,
You were always one step ahead
You were always one step ahead
You were always one step ahead, from me
Waiting for the palm tree
Waiting for the palm tree
Waiting for the palm tree
Sunshine on my good times
(I'll undo you)
Kiss my lips I'm golden
(Falling into you)
Your my little alibi
Waiting for the palm tree
Sunshine on my good times
I'll undo you
Kiss my lips I'm golden
Falling into you
You're my little alibi
Waiting for the palm tree
Waiting for the palm tree
Waiting for the palm tree
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5. |
I Killed Sara V.
06:11
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I killed Sara V.
Rest in peace. We loved her dearly.
I woke up, and there was she,
Standing low and limp before me.
And I reached to find a breath,
My fingertips along her chest.
Her lingerie on the floor, defibrillator
Hardened kiss, her lip gloss sweet.
So long sweet Sara V.
So long sweet Sara V.
Please exorcise me
Please, please exorcise me
I woke up on a Saturday night
Didn't feel like trying, but I missed the real life
Sippin' on caffeine, wakin' at 5
Working 9 to 9, and whinin' about
My bank account going down by the minute.
With the suits on bank
I hoped to see me thrive.
And not too long 'till I find myself
Gettin' high with strangers, takin' a trip to
Heaven with a bottle of gin in hand,
Hopin' high would help me swallow everything.
I lose myself with your body beside me,
Lying lifeless, helpless, heaven help us.
Hope for the boys on the lower east side,
Throwin' back their hearts on the lifeline
Makin' a dime.
So long Sara V.
So long Sara V.
So long Sara V.
So long.
And the girls undressed on the high street
Callin' it quits just to get a little bit.
And I hope someday you and I will find the life
through the world in the suburbs, there we hide.
So long Sara V.
So long Sara V.
So long Sara V.
So long.
Take a little breath, take a little breath
Everybody knows we can't go down from here.
And the kids in the wilderness
Never been stopped by the cops for the color of their skin
And I think too bad, nearly everyone who can
Buy my record has the money to keep themselves
From knowing that the truth is that you get rich and
Everyone else just lies beneath you
So long Sara V.
So long.
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Lowell Toronto, Ontario
Elizabeth Lowell Boland, known by stage name Lowell, is a Canadian singer and songwriter, known for her writing collaborations with Madison Beer, Hailee Steinfeld, Bülow, Icona Pop, among others.
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