King Lyrics – Florence + The Machine

Presenting the lyrics of the song “King” sung by Florence + The Machine. The producer of this song is Florence Welch & Jack Antonoff.

Song Details

Song: King
Singer: Florence + The Machine
Produced by: Florence Welch & Jack Antonoff

Song Lyrics

We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
And how much is art really worth
The very thing you’re best at
Is the thing that hurts the most

But you need your rotten heart
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings
You need to go to war to find material to sing
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape
Just when you think you have it figured out
Something new begins to take
What strangе claws are these, scratching at my skin
I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
’Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King

Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

And I was never as good as I always thought I was
But I knew how to dress it up
I was never satisfied, it never let me go
Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show

little story Lyrics – Kehlani

Presenting the lyrics of the song “little story” sung by Kehlani. The producer of this song is Some Randoms & Pop Wansel.

Song Details

Song: little story
Singer: Kehlani
Produced by: Some Randoms & Pop Wansel

Song Lyrics

Wouldn’t say I’m a liar, but I’m not always honest
I ain’t come through, but that’s why I ain’t promise
You got a face that I couldn’t lie to
Light blue eyes in a white room
And you’re fine too, ooh-oh

Oh yeah, I want you to do it again
I want you to pick up the pen and write me into the story
You know I love a story, only when you’re the author
Tryna meet you at the altar
Workin’ on bein’ softer, ooh-oh

‘Cause you are a dream to me
Ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-oh-ooh
I seen the way you see to me
Ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-oh-ooh

Still mad I hit the dash on you
After wearin’ you down right to the last of you
I was movin’ just maybe a little fast for you
Just tell me it belongs in the past
And you gotta face that I could run from
Heartbreak, tell you I’m a shy girl
But you’re not one, ooh-ooh

Oh yeah, I want you to do it again
I want you to love me again and complete our little story
We got one hell of a story, you’re a hell of an author
That’s where I leave you, at the altar
Workin’ on bein’ softer, ooh-oh

You always been a dream to me
Ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-oh-ooh
I seen the way you see through me
Ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-oh-ooh

Whiteboyz Lyrics – Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun

Presenting the lyrics of the song “Whiteboyz” from the Album The Brave sung by Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun.

Song Details

Song: Whiteboyz
Singer: Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun
Album: The Brave
Produced by: Tom MacDonald

Song Lyrics

Better watch your back, it’s a white boy summer
Whole iPhone full of white boy gunners
We all come up from the bottom like the pipes in the gutter
Got the shotgun goin’ “bum-bum-bum-bubba”
Call me white trash, white boy, I kinda like that
If you got a problem, you can come and kiss my white ass
I don’t really care what I’m allowed to do
Got a homie that’ll kill you for a Mountain Dew, shoot
You don’t wanna get a death threat from a redneck
Put a lead dent in your headrest, yep, yep
Wuh, wuh, yee-haw, cops come, we saw
They ask, we leave, white boys don’t talk
You ain’t gonna see ’em come and hunt in camo
Blow Second Amendment and they got tons of ammo
Got a gut full of liquor, lungs full of tobacco
Kinda crackers that will crack you for some gas for the backhoe
And the homie ridin’ shotgun wit’ a shotgun
While he shot guns, twenty-four beers and he’s not drunk
Chuggin’ vodkas, not a problem ’til he wants one
Then he locked up when the cops come
Lot of white folks like those rifles
That go “boom”
Bunch of psychos I know might roll on your crew
When you die slow, my bros ride home or you lose
And at Halloween, we turn into a white ghost too soon, yeah
God ain’t never made no motherfuckers crazy as the—

White boys, we been on the fight boys
Firin’ off our shotguns, rockin’ camo
Cousin problems late at night boys
White boys, Mother knows we’re trouble, circle tight boys
Soon as it pops off, we got you runnin’ for your life, boys

Let me get the shit, jumpin’ like a six-four
Crumb with the big folks, I’m so official
Crazy white boy with the big old pistol
You so pissed, you blow like a whistle
Try and play around, you gon’ end up drownin’
In the deep end, face down where they found him
He gon’ get killed, plus everyone around him
Rounds start flyin’, your heart start poundin’ harder
Take a photo, we gon’ last longer
What you lookin’ at now? Rap god, rap monger
Only white boy make the whole black roster
Hip-hop top ten, motherfuckin’ monster
I’ma stand here with the sawed-off shotgun
Shoot it at you, now you got bad posture
Put him in a wheelchair, legs turn to pasta
You know how it goes, pull a hose in the doctor
Smokin’ on tobacco, blowin’ like a Black & Mild
Talk shit, get a blackout, drug you like a mom
Drank a whole bunch of jack, probably crash if I drive
I’ll be sittin’ shotty wit’ a nine, passenger side
Always out at night ’cause I like noise
Playin’ 50 Cent and I don’t even like coins
Got a .45 in my lap now, that’s a nice choice
Ride around town, call for the white boys
God ain’t never made no motherfuckers crazy as the—

White boys, we been on the fight boys
Firin’ off our shotguns, rockin’ camo
Cousin problems late at night boys
White boys, Mother knows we’re trouble, circle tight boys
Soon as it pops off, we got you runnin’ for your life, boys

You can smell the smoke as soon as we ride into town
You can hear us coming ’cause the speaker stupid loud
You can’t hold us back, yeah, we’ll be jumping in a crowd
Middle fingers up and they ain’t never comin’ down
God ain’t never made no motherfuckers crazy as the—

White boys, we been on the fight boys
Firin’ off our shotguns, rockin’ camo
Cousin problems late at night boys
White boys, Mother knows we’re trouble, circle tight boys
Soon as it pops off, we got you runnin’ for your life, boys

New World Order Lyrics – Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun

Presenting the lyrics of the song “New World Order” from the Album The Brave sung by Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun.

Song Details

Song: New World Order
Singer: Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun
Album: The Brave
Produced by: Tom MacDonald

Song Lyrics

Here’s the problem with America: the country is broken
‘Cause they minds stay closed, but they mouths stay open
Get attacked and we blame terrorists, go broke and we blame the price
Blame racists for the racism, but only if his skin is white
If we don’t need guns ’cause we can call the police
We don’t need fire extinguishers, call a fireman, please
You didn’t wanna build a wall and now the border is weak
Your favorite actor has a gate that’s, likе, fifteen feet
Racism is gay, if you’re offended, that’s rеtarded
And tolerance is great until you speak and you’re a target
If a white man paints his face black, he’s a racist piece of garbage
But you put him in a dress and he’s courageous and he’s gorgeous
All these double standards, man, I’m tired of the noise
Freedom’s an illusion if they censor your voice
Call a dad a deadbeat for neglecting his boys
But a mom kills a baby and you call it pro-choice

You act like you’re so much better than us (Yeah, we know that)
Who told you that you so special? Screw a new world order
Your facts ain’t facts without censorin’ us (Yeah, we know that)
Good job, you loses your metal, screw a new world order

Why they hate the flag? They try to burn it to the ground
Don’t do that in front of me, I’ma let off a round, pow
Scream loud, burn the city down now
Put it on a news, make ’em all feel proud, look
Make a system where eighty-five percent of black people fill the prison
Is it ’cause they black, or they make bad decisions?
I ain’t good at math, but it seems like it’s division
Or is it white privilege?
I believe politicians need to be locked up
Try to take our freedoms, that’s how you get shot up
Got our back against the wall, try to just stop us
More guns, more ammunition, please stock up
Election gets rigged, rights get infringed, take the syringe
Frighten your kids, show up right where you live
Make me wanna grab a rifle and just go— (gun shot)

You act like you’re so much better than us (Yeah, we know that)
Who told you that you so special? Screw a new world order
Your facts ain’t facts without censorin’ us (Yeah, we know that)
Good job, you loses your metal, screw a new world order

And everybody blames white folks for every little bitty thing
We don’t have no one to blame, we take responsibility
They tell you “Be a man” then call it toxic masculinity
Then when you act too feminine, they call it white fragility
I don’t understand trans men with humility
I’m just tryna raise my kid the best of my ability
If I disagree, you try to cancel, get rid of me
You cancer, you can’t be the answer, you killin’ me
And I hate white supremacy just as much as you
But I ain’t feelin’ guilty for somethin’ I didn’t do
The system’s killin’ everyone, it sucks, but it’s true
They kill you, then they broadcast and call it the news
Or they’ll brainwash you through social media feeds
And if you disagree, they’ll eat you immediately
Make America China, pretty easy to see
I will always remember the land of the free

You act like you’re so much better than us (Yeah, we know that)
Who told you that you so special? Screw a new world order
Your facts ain’t facts without censorin’ us (Yeah, we know that)
Good job, you loses your metal, screw a new world order