Aimee Allen - Oblivion | Текст песни

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• Aimee Allen
• Oblivion

Okay, whatever, oblivion

I don't care

That's how I'm living

Im'a sing again

Okay, okay, whatever, oblivion

I ain't your average hip-hop/rock chick

So start listening

New to New York

Just another demo with a pretty face

Met a couple of kids on St. Marks

That took me to this place

(And then we) Dropped in an alley

Started ba-ba-banging on the door

The bouncer patted me down

I give him a pound

Walked right out into the floor

(DJ) Mark Ronson

(And somebody) Pharoah Monch

Spun me 'round like a record, baby

Spun me 'round there like a record, baby

Get the fuck up

(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck up

Throw your hands to the sky

And all my people in the back saying "It's alright"

(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me

(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy

(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall

Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah)

Okay, whatever, oblivion

I don't care

That's how I'm living

Im'a sing again

Okay, okay, whatever, oblivion

I ain't your average hip-hop/rock chick

So keep listening

Oh, new to New York

Found a charter down on everyone

I'm in dumb heals singing girls just wanna have fun

Next thing I know

I'm ba-ba-banging on the bar

Now I must be drunk, telling everyone

"I'm gonna be a star"

Please, good times, don't kill me

And the whole world, sing with me

Put the record up for the revolution

I'm gonna start it like this

Get the fuck up

(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck up

Throw your hands to the sky

And all my people in the back saying "It's alright"

(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me

(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy

(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall

Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah)

Okay...

Okay, whatever, oblivion

I don't care

That's how I'm living

Pharoah, bring it in

This is my word

Every verse is superb

From the hood to the 'burbs

They can feel it from the jocks to the nerds

You can feel it on the block, on the curb

Pharoah Monch rock for the hip-hop cats

Sparking the herb

We break through like hallow tips and black talons

I'm back wildin' on a track with Aimee Allen

Disagree, from Sicily, she's the Sicilion

And vocally you can feel she's a chameleon (la la la)

The excecutioner, lower the noose down

We 'bout to smack these rap clowns and get loose now like...

(Yeah)

Get the fuck up

(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck up

Throw your hands to the sky

And all my people in the back saying "It's alright"

(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me

(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy

(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall

Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like...

(Come on, come on, come on)

Get the fuck up

(Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the fuck up

Throw your hands to the sky

And all my people in the back saying "It's alright"

(Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me

(Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy

(Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall

Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah)

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