I Gotta Feeling
I gotta feeling...
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night
I gotta feeling...
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night
I gotta feeling... woohoo
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night
I gotta feeling... woohoo
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night (beep)
Tonight's the night, night
Let's live it up
I got my money
Let's spend it up (beep)
Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Let's get, get... off (beep)
I know that we'll have a ball
If we get down and go out and just loose it all
I feel... stressed out I wanna let it go
Let's go way out spaced out and loosing all control [chee chee chee] [last beep]
Fill up my cup... Mozoltov
Look at her dancing, just take it... off [appeal]
Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down
Let's burn the roof and then we'll do it again [beep]
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
And do it
And do it
Let's live it up (beep)
And do it
And do it
And do a' do a' do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it
I gotta feeling... woohoo
that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night
I gotta feeling... woohoo
that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night (beep)
Tonight's the night (eh!)
Let's live it up (let's live it up)
I got my money (okey)
Let's spend it up (let's s!pend it up)
Go out and smash it (smash)
Like oh my God (like oh my God)
Jump off that sofa (come on)
Let's get, get... off [beep]
Fill up my cup (Drink) Mozolotov (Lahyme)
Look at her dancing (Move it move it), just take it... off [beep]
Let's paint the town (paint the town), we'll shut it down (we'll shut it down)
Let's burn the roof (woo-o-o-o-o) and then we'll do it again
Let's do it
Let's do it
Let's do it (let's do it) let's do it
And do it (and do it)
And do it
Let's live it up (beep)
And do it (and do it)
And do it (and do it)
And do a' (a') do a' (a') do it (and do it)
Let's do it (let's do it)
Let's do it (let's do it)
Let's do a' (a') do a' (a) do it
Here we come, here we go, We gotta rock
Easy come, easy go, now we on top
Feel the shot, body rock, rock it don't stop
Round and round, up and down around the clock (beep)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (do it!)
Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday (do it!)
Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say, say
Party every day, p-p-p-party every day
And I'm feelin'... woohoo
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night
I gotta feeling... woohoo
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night...
Woohoo
Party In The U.S.A.
I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and a cardagain
Welcome to the land of fame excess am i gonna fit in
Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous
My tummys turnin and Im feelin kinda homesick
Too much pressure and Im nervous
Thats when the taxi man turned on the radio
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
So I put my hands up, they're playin my song
The butterflies fly away, Im noddin my head like Yeah!
Movin my hips like Yeah!
Got my hands up, theyre playin my song
They know Im gonna be okay
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
Get to the club in my taxi cab, everybodys lookin at me now
Like Whos that chick thats rockin kicks, shes gotta be from outta town
So hard with my girls not around me
Its definitely not a Nashville party cause all I see is stilettos
I guess I never got the memo
My tummys turnin and Im feelin kinda homesick
Too much pressure and Im nervous
Thats when the DJ dropped my favorite tune
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on
So I put my hands up, they're playin my song
The butterflies fly away, Im noddin my head like Yeah!
Movin my hips like Yeah!
Got my hands up, theyre playin my song
They know Im gonna be okay
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
Feel like hoppin on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me everytime (everytime)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright
So I put my hands up, they're playin my song
The butterflies fly away, Im noddin my head like Yeah!
Movin my hips like Yeah!
Got my hands up, theyre playin my song
They know Im gonna be okay
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
So I put my hands up, they're playin my song
The butterflies fly away, Im noddin my head like Yeah!
Movin my hips like Yeah!
Got my hands up, theyre playin my song
They know Im gonna be okay
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
Yeah! Its a party in the USA!
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Rolling In The Deep
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch,
it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go head and sell me out
and I'll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And its bring me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat
Baby I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one of you
And I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
It Reminds you of the home we shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
It all, it all it all,
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat
A nos actes manquées
Tous les chemins qui me sont passés à côté
A tous mes bateaux manqués, mes mauvais sommeils
A tous ceux que je n'ai pas été
Aux malentendus, aux mensonges, à nos silences
A tous ces moments que j'avais cru partager
Aux phrases qu'on dit trop vite et sans qu'on les pense
A celles que je n'ai pas osées
A nos actes manqués
Aux années perdues à tenter de ressembler
A tous les murs que je n'aurai pas su briser
A tout ce que j'ai pas vu, tout près, juste à côté
Tout ce que j'aurai mieux fait d'ignorer
Au monde, à ses douleurs qui ne me touchent plus
Aux notes, aux solos que je n'ai pas inventés
Tous ces mots que d'autres ont fait rimer qui me tuent
Comme autant d'enfants jamais portés
A nos actes manqués
Aux amours échouées de s'être trop aimé
Visages et dentelles croisés juste frôlés
Aux trahisons que je n'ai pas vraiment regrettées
Aux vivants qu'il aurait fallu tuer
A tout ce qui nous arrive enfin, mais trop tard
A tous les masques qu'il aura fallu porter
A nos faiblesses, à nos oublis, nos désespoirs
Aux peurs impossibles à échanger
A nos actes manqués
American boy
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats
[Chorus (Estelle):]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
He said "Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet you."
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath them.
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my brethren.
I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy
[Chorus:]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a café.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes.
Walking that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy.
[Chorus:]
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Let them know a gwan blud
[Kanye West:]
Who Killing em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k with me.
Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down, don't act a fool now, now."
I always act a fool oww oww.
Ain't nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinking.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking.
What's you're persona.
About this Americana Brama.
Am I shallow cause all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke.
And I know you're not into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CASH.
Cause a lot wags want to hear it.
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish
[Estelle:]
Would you be my love, my love.
Could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
[Chorus:]
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy