Chipmunk - Champion (ft. Chris Brown) Lyrics

Chipmunk - Champion (ft. Chris Brown) Lyrics

[Chris Brown]
Some people have to learn
Some people wait their turn
Some people have to fight
Some people give their lives

[Chipmunk]
They wanna hold you back tell 'em pee off
Whenever they say you can't take the c off
I remember when they told me i wouldn't be famous
Now my dream and reality's simultaneous

And, work your own way to the top
If they put you on a pedestal, they can take you off
And there's a higher level than the top
You gotta make more, don't make do with what you got

Yeah, so go and get it in sunny
Not everybody get's a second chance at getting money
Or even getting lucky,
So you gotta fill the hunger in your tummy

[Chris Brown]
I'm always pushing myself to the limit
Making sure I stay ahead
You made me who I am
From the words you said

Some people have to learn
Some people wait their turn
Some people, but not me
I was born champion

Some people have to fight
Some people give their lives
Some people don't believe
But I was born a champion

But I was born a champion
But I was born a champion

This gon' be the realist shit I ever wrote
Off the records, no cameras forget a quote
Some of my family doing good, most doing dope
I'm from Virginia where they hang them nigga's by a rope

I used to see my momma getting beat down
Is that the real definition of me now?
I fell off, back on my feet now
Heading to the sky, can't even see down

Award shows, I pour my heart out
And people still study trynna point my flaws out
And I be lying if I say it ain't get to me
But I'm a champion, legend, history

I'm always pushing myself to the limit
Making sure I stay ahead
You made me who I am
From the words you said

Some people have to learn
Some people wait their turn
Some people, but not me
I was born champion

Some people have to fight
Some people give their lives
Some people don't believe
But I was born a champion

But I was born a champion
But I was born a champion

[Chipmunk]
Ok, no one wants to help, I guess you're on your own
Build the foundation with the bricks they've thrown.
In a black and white world true colours show
Change if you want, everybody grows

And life's like an ill, but try an' get a hold
Opinions ain't facts take 'em in an' let 'em go
You made me who I am
From the words you said

[Chris Brown]
Some people have to learn
Some people wait their turn
Some people, but not me
I was born champion

Some people have to fight
Some people give their lives
Some people don't believe
But I was born a champion

Some people have to learn
Some people wait their turn
Some people, but not me
I was born champion.
Some people have to fight
Some people give their lives
Some people don't believe
But I was born a champion
[Chipmunk - Champion (ft. Chris Brown) Lyrics on http://lyricslike.blogspot.com]

But I was born a champion
But was born a champion

Paso Doble - Mélomane Global House Guest

 Set With Justin Imperiale & Cabana Records on Qhradio.

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Paso Doble - Mélomane Body & Soul

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Tracklist:

1) DJ Mbuso - Thinking Of You
2) Amadou et Mariam - Je Pense a Toi (D'oké rework)
3) Trigo - Lerato (Infinite Boys Cabasa Mix)
4) Priss - On My Way (PolyRhythm Journey Mix)
6) Bule ft Mbu - I Cant Wait
7) Zakes Bantwini - Nomathemba
8) Nu Town Soul - ***** (Elkah dub mix)
9) ****
10) Paso Doble ft. Amera Light - ***** (***** Mix)
11) DJ Small Jon - Marimba SoulB

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Nicole Scherzinger - Cold Lyrics

Nicole Scherzinger - Cold Lyrics

I’m missing a piece of the puzzle
This time I know we’re in trouble
You got me spinning in circles
And wondering where did the love go
You’re not the man I used to know
Can we go back to before?
When you had my heart in your soul

Oooh, oooh, cold
Ooh, oh there’s something cold
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
Oh, oooh, and it’s starting to show
It feels like you don’t love me anymore

The mercury’s reaching a new low
Falling like leaves when the wind blows
How did it all chill so quickly?
We were the ones who were meant to be
I’m frozen I can’t let you go
I’m stuck on the same song
Do you feel anything at all?

Oooh, oooh, cold
Ooh, oh there’s something cold
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
Oh, oooh, and it’s starting to show
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
And it’s cold, there’s something cold
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
Oh, oooh, and it’s starting to show
It feels like you don’t love me anymore

Just got my feet back on the ground
Ice cracks and now I’m falling down-down-down
Can’t give much more ’cause you just take
Everything good until it breaks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh, baby…
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, where do you go?

Cold
Ooh, oh there’s something cold
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
Oh, oooh, and it’s starting to show
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
And it’s cold
Ooh, oh there’s something cold
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
Oh, oooh, and it’s starting to show
[Nicole Scherzinger - Cold Lyrics on http://lyricslike.blogspot.com]

It feels like you don’t love me anymore
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
It feels like you don’t love me anymore
It feels like you don’t love me anymore

School Gyrls - Something Like A Party Lyrics

School Gyrls - Something Like A Party Lyrics

Just give me a beat
That's all I need is a beat
Nothing more than a beat

(Chorus)
La da dada da la da da dadadada ooooo
I's something like a party
La da dada da la da da dadadada ooooo
I'm inviting everybody

DJ keep it comin'
DJ keep it keep it comin'
When the speakers starts to thumpin
Everybody starts to jump in

Cuz we all up in here
Our hands up in the air a-singing
La da da dadadada ooooo

I know you think
This song is about ya
It's all about me myself
And I'm coming out a

Where my people at
You in the front and in the back

Stop the beat lemme get a clap
That's what I'm talkin bout yeahh

I'm gunna give you what you been missing
And I know I'm the thing that you really need (oh woah oh oh)

I wanna know if you're ready for what
I've got in store
If you know the words then sing

(Chorus)

Now 8 and up above is coming out on the floor
That's why I decided to give yall what you want

Just a little more
People say they want some more

They're sick of this
Well I'm the cure
That's what I'm talkin bout yeah

I'm gunna give you what you been missing
And I know I'm the thing that you really need (oh woah oh oh)
[School Gyrls - Something Like A Party Lyrics on http://lyricslike.blogspot.com]

I wanna know if you're all ready for what
I've got in store
If you know the words then sing

(Chorus)

This song is never ending
So stop pretending
Like you've forgotten any of the words

Get a clue
So easy to do
Now I want everyone to sing

You should all know my melody
Goes a little something like

(Chorus)

dearest.

Let's stop sending each other messages on Facebook. Write a letter. Stamps don't cost much, and handwritten post is always nice to receive. It's nice to find a letter waiting when you get home, recognising the familiar scrawl on the envelope and reading the meandering thoughts of a friend set down on paper. I've already cajoled one unsuspecting person into corresponding with me in this way, but send me something! Send something, and I will always reply (which cannot be said for any other form of communication). A letter, unlike an email, can never be deleted.

I am saddened by the anti-Islamic protest march happening today. The English Defence League demonstrated today under the thinly veiled premise of targeting fundamentalism, but no good can possibly come of these tensions, which are surely more likely to encourage extremism than combat it. I'm struggling to write this paragraph from an objective viewpoint, without just ranting and being cross. I'm not sure it's even possible. I just can't fathom this country sometimes, and I hope that this shameful hatred ceases rather than gaining momentum. The world is a scary place.

My wonderful friend Eilish is soon to be married. I feel like if every betrothed couple was like Eilish and Bob, I would have no reservations whatsoever about the institution of marriage, and I know they will be very happy. She is the macaroni to his cheese.

I have an exam on Monday, and I have to learn seven hundred and twenty three prepositions... probably. The sad fact of the matter though, is that I simply cannot be arsed. Somebody motivate me. That would be lovely.

cause a scene.

I overslept and missed my Italian verb quiz today because I stayed up too late... learning verbs. What a noob. Therefore, to cheer myself up I decided to write a blog post.

This week promises to be full of stress and general melodramatic woe as deadline(s) loom and exam(s) approach. This time next week however, I will be full of glee and general merriment because I will have got my horrid exam out of the way and written my horrid essay (probably) and it will very nearly almost be reading week! It couldn't come at a more opportune moment. I really truly need the break, and will spend the week thinking about starting reading and watching Sex and the City. At least I'm a realist...

I have been listening to Salteens a lot lately. My normal approach here would be to embed a video, but Youtube doesn't seem to have heard of them , so I'll give you the Spotify link. And if you don't have spotify, there's really not much more I can do to help you. Your life will probably be okay without them, I just think they're quite good.

I can't be certain, but I think my wonderful friend Jess is coming to stay tonight. Since she moved to Bristol in August, I've seen her a grand total of three times. I miss the days when we spent all of our time in the little languages staffroom at school. She would sit and work and I would fall asleep under the table, only waking up when I smelled one of her delicious meals being reheated in the microwave. She was always so enviably good at life.

Gosh this is old.

These protests in Egypt make our little student backlash look somewhat measley and half-hearted. I will not go on to write a massive piece of argumentative prose, because there are many people who understand the situation much better than I do (and many people who are more adept at writing argumentative prose). Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean is that I'm glad it has received the coverage it deserved, I am saddened by the loss of human life, I am impressed at the resilience of these freedom fighters. Scary though, isn't it?

I leave you with this extract from a beautiful piece of journalism in Saturday's Guardian

"In the narrow side streets protesters regrouped, wellwishers on their balconies threw down water for those with streaming eyes from the tear gas. “Wake up Egypt, your silence is killing us,” came the yells from below."