English Songs

Oh-woah, woahOh, LouisianaI stayed away from you too longOh, LouisianaHow can a true love go so wrong?She put me in shame and in sorrowAnd I come home tomorrowOh, Louisiana

Hello, girls (Hello, Beyoncé)Hello, fellas (You’re pretty swell)Those petty ones can’t fuck with me (Why?)‘Cause I’m a clever girl, we snappin’(Pretty please) Toms, pleaseWe wanna welcome you to the Beyoncé “Cowboy Carter: Act II”, ahAnd a rodeo chitlin circuitWe gon’ make it do what it do, ya-yaPut them hands together We clappin’We drummin’ (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)Oh,

Haha, okay, thank you so very muchLadies and gentlemenThis particular tune stretches across a range of genresAnd that’s what makes it a unique listening experienceYes, indeedIt’s called “YA YA”

My mind has been tellin’ me to settle right on down (Ooh)Right nowDay ones have been tellin’ me that they won’t be around (Ooh)They won’t be around I hope that you know that once I loved you (Oh)I wish that I’d known you’d let me wonder (Oh)I hope that God knows that I’m in need

You call me pretty little thingAnd I love to turn him onBoy, I’ll let you be my Levi’s jeansSo you can hug that ass all day longCome here, you sexy little thingSnap a picture, bring it onOh, you wish you were my Levi’s jeansWay it’s poppin’ out your phoneLove you down to the bone Baby,

Know we’re jumpin’ the gun, but we’re both still youngOne day, we won’t beDidn’t know what I want ’til I saw your faceSaid goodbye to the old me Came out of nowhere, didn’t give no warnin’Pedal so heavy like the two most wantedAnd I don’t know what you’re doin’ tonightBut I I’ll be your shotgun

I’m goin’ all out just for fun, I am the man, I know itAnd everywhere I go, they know my nameSo I laugh and I lie and the coyotes cryAnd, uh, time moves quickly and so do I, so do ISo I’ll say my goodbye ‘Cause time heals everythingI don’t need anythingHallelujahI pray to her

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High tides in the city, I’m in too deepAnd I’m runnin’ on fearOh, dear, you and your alligator tearsWorks me over and through You say move a mountainAnd I’ll throw on my bootsYou say stop the river from runnin’I’ll build a dam or twoYou say change religionsNow, I spend Sundays with youSomethin’ ’bout those tears

Genres are a funny little concept, aren’t they?Yes they areThat Beyoncé Virgo shitIn theory, they have a simple definition that’s easy to understandBut in practice, well, some may feel confinedI swear for God is ’bout to hit itJeeze, oh, ahWoop-woopRight, right, right I ain’t in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bangAt the