Ooh, you can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for a place to go Where they play the right music, getting in the swing You come to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music’s high With a bit of rock music, everything is fine You’re in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance
You are the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine Oh, yeah
You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen
You’re a teaser, you turn ‘em on Leave them burning and then you’re gone Looking out for another, anyone will do You’re in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance
You are the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine Oh, yeah
You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen
Ay, I’m a big boy now I’m ready to leave, ciao, mamma, ciao Ay, I’m a big boy now I’m going away and I sold my cow
Before I leave, I must confess I need a round of decompress One more time for all the good times Rim-tim-tagi-digi, dim-tim-tim
Gonna miss you all, but mostly the cat Gonna miss my hay, gonna miss my bed But most of all, I’ma miss the dance So come on y’all, let us prance
Now don’t call, don’t write I’m leavin’ with the first light Don’t cry, but dance Rim-tim-tagi-digi, dim-tim-tim
There’s no going back (whoa) My presence fades to black (whoa) Yeah, there’s no going back (whoa) My anxiety attacks (whoa) Rim-tim-tagi-digi, dim-tim-tagi-digi-dim
I hope I find peace in the noise Wanna become one of them city boys They’re all so pretty and so advanced Maybe they also know our dance
Bye mom, bye dad Meow, cat, please, meow back Don’t cry, just dance Rim-tim-tagi-digi, dim-tim-tim
There’s no going back (whoa) My presence fades to black (whoa) Yeah, there’s no going back (whoa) My anxiety attacks (whoa) Rim-tim-tagi-digi-dim-tim-tagi-digi-dim
There’s no going back (whoa) My presence fades to black (whoa) There’s no going back (whoa) Anxiety attacks (whoa) Rim-tim-tagi-digi, dim-tim-tagi-digi-dim
There’s no going back (whoa) My presence fades to black (whoa) Yeah, there’s no going back (whoa) My anxiety attacks (whoa) Rim-tim-tagi-digi, dim-tim-tagi-digi-dim
Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa.
Dacă vesel se trăiește ne-nvârtim Dacă vesel se trăiește ne-nvârtim Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește ne-nvârtim
Dacă vesel se trăiește calcă-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește calcă-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește bate tare.
Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa.
Dacă vesel se trăiește să dansăm Dacă vesel se trăiește să dansăm Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește să dansăm.
Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa. Dacă vesel se trăiește ne-nvârtim Dacă vesel se trăiește ne-nvârtim Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește ne-nvârtim Dacă vesel se trăiește calcă-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește calcă-așa Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește bate tare. Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește bate-așa. Dacă vesel se trăiește să dansăm Dacă vesel se trăiește să dansăm Dacă vesel se trăiește, unul altuia zâmbește Dacă vesel se trăiește să dansăm.
Avada Kedavra, I speak to destroy The feelings I have, I cannot avoid Through twisted tongues, a hex deployed on you That all the pretties in your bed Escape your hands and make you sad And all the things you wish you had you’d lose
I, I, I know you’re living a lie I, I, I see the scars in your eyes I, I, I know you’re living a lie I, I
I guess you’d rather have a star than the moon I guess I always overestimate you Hoodoo, all the things that you do I’m down, down in my doomsday blues
I, I, I know you’re living a lie I, I, I know you’re living a lie
Avada Kedavra, the thoughts in my head The places I touch when lying in bed The visions of you, the words that you said, undo My heartbeat buried in the ground And to the strings I bind, you’re bound So when you sleep, you’ll hear the sound (ah!)
I, I, I know you’re living a lie I, I, I see the scars in your eyes I, I, I know you’re living a lie I, I
I guess you’d rather have a star than the moon I guess I always overestimate you Hoodoo, all the things that you do I’m down, down in my doomsday blue I guess you’d rather have a star than the moon I guess I always overestimate you Hoodoo, all the things that you do I’m down, down in my doomsday blue
For your romance, I’d beg, steal and borrow It’s draining me hollow, you (I guess you’d rather have a) (Star than the moon) you slow dance me out of my sorrow (I guess you’d rather have a star than the moon) but your favourite colour Compared to the others is doom, doomsday blue
Blue Blue Blue, blue, blue, blue Blue, blue, blue, blue Blue, blue, blue, blue Blue, blue, blue, blue Avada Kedavra, I speak to destroy!
I could never be nobody number-one fan Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand You pussies can’t get booked outside America for nan’ I’m out in Tokyo because I’m big in Japan
I’m the hitmaker y’all depend on Backstage in my city, it was friendzone You won’t ever take no chain off of us How the fuck you big-steppin’ with a size-seven men’s on?
This the bark with the bite, nigga, what’s up? I know my picture on the wall when y’all cook up Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up ‘Cause Top told you, „Drop and give me 50, ” like some push-ups, huh
Your last one bricked, you really not on shit They make excuses for you ‘cause they hate to see me lit Pull your contract ‘cause we gotta see the split The way you doin’ splits, bitch, your pants might rip
You better do that motherfuckin’ show inside the bity Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty Then we need a verse for the Swifties Top say drop, you better drop and give ‘em 50
Pipsqueak, pipe down You ain’t in no big three, SZA got you wiped down Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now
And you gon’ feel the aftermath of what I write down I’m at the top of the mountain, so you tight now Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down Big difference ‘tween Mike then and Mike now
What the fuck is this, a 20-v-1, nigga? What’s a prince to a king? He a son, nigga Get more love in the city that you from, nigga Metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga
Yeah, I’m the 6ix God, I’m the frontrunner Y’all nigga manager was Chubbs lil’ blunt runner Claim the 6ix and you boys ain’t even come from it And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it
Cash blowin’ Abel bread, out here trickin’ (out here trickin’) Shit we do for bitches, he doin’ for niggas (what the fuck?) Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked) Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin’, boy, you trippin’
Drizzy Chip ‘n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel I just got ‘em done, boy, don’t make me have to chip a nail Rolling Loud stage, y’all were turnt, that was slick as hell Shit’ll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses, man, don’t tell me ‘bout no switches I’ll be rockin’ every fuckin’ chain I own next visit, ayy I be with some bodyguards like Whitney Top say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin’
Ayy, better drop and give me 50, ayy Drop and give me 50, drop and give me 50, ayy Niggas really got me out here talkin’ like I’m 50, ayy Niggas really got me out here rappin’ what I’m livin’
I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I’m Ricky Can’t believe he jumpin’ in, this nigga turnin’ 50 Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy Spend that lil’ check you got and stay up out my business
Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin’ out the griddy We know why you mad, nigga, I ain’t even trippin’ All that lil’ heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches This for all the top dogs, drop and give me 50, drop, drop
And that fuckin’ song y’all got did not start the beef with us This shit been brewin’ in a pot, now I’m heatin’ up I don’t care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck Champagne trippin’, he is not fuckin’ easin’ up
Nigga callin’ Top to see if Top wanna peace it up „Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?” Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin’ up You done rolled deep to this, it’s not fuckin’ deep enough
Beggin’ Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin’ beatin’ us Numbers-wise, I’m out of here, you not fuckin’ creepin’ up Money-wise, I’m out of here, you not fuckin’ sneakin’ up Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us
I’ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough This ain’t even everything I know, don’t wake the demon up This ain’t even everything I know, don’t wake the demon up Drop and give me 50, all you fuck niggas teamin’ up
Mmm, mmm, yeah Drop, drop, drop, drop Drop a 50 bag for the mob in the spot Drop a 50 bag, 29 for the thot Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
Fall, you ain’t even know me Fall back, yeah, yeah
Fall back too close, you ain’t even know me Trust my brothers from way back from the nosebleeds Christian Dior Spend it like they owe me
Gotta stay select, don’t come around to me Better come correct, different lives that we lead I’m in that Nike tech and bank with Louis V
Two-tone on my writs Lifestyle make no sense now Pop out for a minute now I swap out my- I swap out my whip Benzes and BMs now Lifestyle make no sense now
Fallin’, fallin’, fallin’, yeah
Fall back too close, you ain’t even know me Trust my brothers from way back from the nosebleeds Christian Dior Spend it like they owe me
Ain’t no Ls, Ls, Ls Ain’t no time unless it’s Vs It’s that top of the shelf It’s that stretch that got to me And it’s closer to the chest when your pockets too deep
Two-tone on my writs Lifestyle make no sense now Pop out for a minute now I swap out my- I swap out my whip Benzes and BMs now Lifestyle make no sense now
Fallin’, fallin’, fallin’, yeah
Fall back too close, you ain’t even know me Trust my brothers from way back from the nosebleeds Christian Dior Spend it like they owe me
Who’s gonna stop us from waltzing Back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway We embroidered the memories Of the time I was away Stitching, „We were just kids, babe” I said, „I don’t mind, it takes time” I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I felt aglow like this Never before and never since
If you know it in one glimpse, it’s legendary You and I go from one kiss to gettin married Still alive, killing time at the cemetery Never quite buried In your suit and tie, in the nick of time You lowdown boy, you stand up guy Holy Ghost, you told me I’m The love of your life
You said I’m the love of your life About a million times
Who’s gonna tell me the truth When you blew in with the winds of fate And told me I reformed you When your impressionist paintings of Heaven Turned out to be fakes Well, you took me to hell, too And all at once, the ink bleeds A con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme But I felt a hole like this Never before, and ever since
If you know it in one glimpse It’s legendary What we thought was for all time Was momentary Still alive, killing time at the cemetery Never quite buried You cinephile in black and white All those plot twists and dynamite Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry You said I’m the love of your life
You talked me under the table Talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could un-recall How we almost had it all Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can’t get out of bed? Cause something counterfeit’s dead It was legendary It was momentary It was unnecessary Should’ve let it stay buried
Oh, what a valiant roar What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I’m combing through the braids of lies „I’ll never leave” … „Never mind” Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson’s match your somber eyes And I’ll still see it until I die You’re the loss of my life