Hvorfor skal en tannlege velge Randi
I’ve never worked this hard on a song, or for this long. The first version I had, I had 3 verses, 1 of which I knew was a keeper.
They tell me I should fix my grill ‘cause I got money now I ain’t gon’ sit around and front like I ain’t thought about it A perfect smile is more appealing, but it’s funny how My shit is crooked—look at how far I done got without it! I keep my twisted grill, just to show the kids it’s real We ain’t picture perfect, but we worth the picture still I got smart, I got rich and I got bitches still And they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell Love yourself, girl, or nobody will Though you a woman I don’t know how you deal With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels I feel for you, killin’ yourself to find a man that’ll kill for you You wake up, put makeup on Stare in the mirror, but it’s clear that you can’t face what’s wrong No need to fix what God already put his paintbrush on Your roommate yelling, “Why you gotta take so long?!” What it’s like to have a crooked smile
Even though I — On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
Feel my blood runnin’, swear the sky’s fallin’ I know that all this shit’s fabricated, mmm Time goes by and I can’t control my mind Don’t know what else to try, but you tell me every time
Ariana Grande’s Sweetener is less than four months old, but the pop star has already been hinting at the release of a new project. Her recent single, “thank u, next” may serve as the new album’s title track.
Now, you know I ain’t with that shit, Lieutenant Ain’t no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m up in it (Yeah) And that’s realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well, if it’s good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I’ll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Go, go, go, go, go, go Go Shawty, it’s your birthday We gon’ party like it’s your birthday And we gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday And you know we don’t give a fuck, it’s not your birthday
“In da Club” was the first of seven tracks 50 Cent recorded with Dr. Dre in only five days. Originally planned as a D12 song for the 8 Mile soundtrack, producer Dr Dre played the instrumental for 50 who immediately wrote the song’s lyrics within an hour and recorded the bulk of the vocals that night.
