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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA

ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI

  • Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
  • bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
  • dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.

ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI

  • Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
  • klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.

ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR

  • Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
    Tanpamu tiada berarti
    Tak mampu lagi berdiri
    Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
    Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu
  • Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
  • Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.

TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI

  • Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
  • Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
  • Pyramid

    FlyLo, Lupe, I go

    Metabolize on the scattered snare
    With the banana pies that he don't like
    Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles
    In the end it bends
    Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil
    Upset stomach on the boat to Lucerne to see the lion
    Carved in the wall by the pond
    To commemorate the soldier dying over old divines
    Ergo sum empire, not the inch but the entire
    More pills mean more spills by the whore house with the extra door
    To let the divorced out with force
    And other course routes, of course
    Cleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chicken
    With rum in hand for the curse lifting
    Onion bread with the shine to it
    It's up and fair to define stupid
    But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun
    And neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern tourists
    Where oil is spent by the drum load
    How many millionaires can the slums hold?
    Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the bus
    As juggernauts bust through a wall of trust
    You strain to see through the fog of dust
    Like spaghetti for the meatballs
    Of dust Parmesan immaculates
    Head over heels like a back is flipped
    The Japanese don't perceive Atlantaness
    Love labors, get her backstage like the judge chambers
    Everyone under the sun loves hugs from a young stranger
    Or do us, oh foo us
    On boats in the Bay of Pigs
    Runaways wait with the wayward kids
    And the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigs
    Don't shoe us, cause we ain't Bush
    We ain't hoofs don't boo us cause we ain't cooked
    But who else could hook the fufu up
    In this book I mean, dumplings with dark continents
    Dumb things even bar common sense
    Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpin intertwines with the turbans
    Vines with turbans and removes the minds of serpents
    Detergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hut
    Twerk team, Operation Build-a-Butt
    Great like Gildersleeve
    As a king breathes through a silver sieve
    Jack and Jill ain't up that hill enough
    Filtering lean through a gold grill
    Theorize things from swole hills
    They came became what that po' kills
    Throw ho drills on that hotel, that'll oil spill
    Looking at space from a submarine
    Putting that bass in the club machine
    Pushing that cake till it mush in that face ain't no love between
    Fancy ass man wearing glove and rings
    Flying round town in a tub of wings
    Found out how to make love to fiends
    He mixing that fudge with the drug of dreams
    She too teenage to have a drug of choice
    But she fuck with that Royce like she love Detroit
    She rollin'
  • More Than My Heart feat. Rxmn & Salim

    Thank you! Uh, check, check

    When you got popped up and you got locked up
    And the block shot up and your girl knocked up
    And your kids be like, "Who gonna watch us?"
    Your mama, they nana
    When you ball too hard or your money got spent
    So you got kicked out, you ain't have no rent
    But you still had a place where you could go
    Tell me where you went, your mama
    Soon as they let me outta jail
    Went straight to my mama's house
    Need someone I can talk to
    And a little more time to work all these dramas out
    That lawyer money, that bail money
    Those letters in the mail never fail you, homie
    Who visit when niggas don't visit?
    Man she the realest
    Boy let me tell you somethin'
    You better love your mama

    Said I love my mama
    More than I love myself
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Said I love my mama
    More than I love my health and I love my wealth
    And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
    And I love my car
    More than I love my heart

    Yeah, now some mamas might be your confidant
    Some mamas just good for shoes
    Some mamas might be your drinkin' buddy
    Some mamas might not be cool
    Some mamas might wait 'til you get home
    Some mamas might come up to your school
    And fuck you up in front of your friends
    'Cause you don't make the rules
    Really thought that you was doin' it today
    Now you sittin' there lookin' all stupid in your face
    When you get home just tell her you're sorry
    And put on this song, start movin' to the bass
    Boy cut that shit off
    Goddamn, mama, they made this song for you
    Said through the powder and the problems
    Gotta honor my mama
    So that's what I'm tryna do

    Said I love my mama
    More than I love myself
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Said I love my mama
    More than I love my health and I love my wealth
    And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
    And I love my car
    More than I love my heart

    Now some might think their mama ain't perfect
    She is
    All in her face, better get in your place
    You're one of her goddamn kids
    Now some might think their mama ain't worth it
    She is
    Gotta help her out no matter what it's 'bout
    No matter whatever she did
    Now some might think their mama ain't here
    She lives...

    Said I love my mama
    More than I love myself
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Said I love my mama
    More than I love my health and I love my wealth
    And I love my niggas and I love my bitches
    And I love my car
    More than I love my heart
  • Wild Child feat. Jake Torrey

    And they say, and they say-ay-ay-ay, and they say
    Uh, yeah, one time for the drama
    Halcyon vibes got me feelin' like a llama
    At peace with the beast in these streets
    At least I think that I am
    Meditate away the drama or I'ma just go bananas
    Life's a beach but no Bahamas, I just wanna wear pajamas
    Whole life I been fightin' on piranhas
    With katanas inside of my hand
    I just wanna lay down, play sounds for the coolout
    And, fall asleep on the pool couch
    And, wake up to the new wave
    And, take a break from the schoolhouse

    Yeah, I don't wanna hear about it
    Wouldn't be in here without it, not true
    I don't wanna be alone, I ain't leavin' you at home
    What's bein' on your own without you?

    Oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child
    Oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child

    Yeah, two times for the photo
    Where the land man, I don't know
    Revolution to the bone door
    Underground styles, shoulda came out of Stone's Throw
    Yeah, for the good food and good times
    Good moves, good friends and a good mind
    Confident you'll compliment my consciousness
    'Cause you were born under this science
    I just need a little peek
    Little look in the book of important things
    'Cause you can do, try to
    Get loose without doin' a damn thing

    Yeah, I don't wanna hear about it
    Wouldn't be in here without it, not true
    I don't wanna be alone, I ain't leavin' you at home
    What's bein' in the zone without you?

    Oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child
    Oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child
    I'm singin' it, oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child
    Yeah, oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child

    In the backseat or the backyard
    Feel like we got no problems at all
    I'm so happy when I'm with you, with you

    Make me feel so free when I'm with you, when I'm with you
    Make me feel so free when I'm with you, when I'm with you
    Three times to be good to myself
    Relax back, that's good for my health
    So do not devise on my bae
    I don't wanna be with nobody else
    I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
    I ain't heard about nothin'
    I ain't workin' on nothin'
    But my perfect lil' woman

    Oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child
    Said oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child, like a wild child
    I'm singin' now, oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child
    Yeah, said oh wow, you make me feel like a wild child
    Oooh wild
  • It's Not Design feat. Salim

    What if I said, love was a lie though
    It was more like hate with a eye closed
    And the other eye had the eye rolled
    That's contempt and ignorance, I know
    But what do I know?
    Only thing that I seen was the inside of a blindfold
    And you just as blind as me
    So how I look? Asking you where do I go
    I and I keep high hope alive though
    That loves not a lie it just likes to lie low
    Likes to hide right there in plain sight
    And you got to find it with your eyes, closed
    And in the dark, you see the part, of your partner, that's the heart
    If you die it's like apartheid
    We can bring it back to the

    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    No, it's not designed to make you feel love
    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    Oh no, yeah

    On second thought leave apartheid in the grave
    But the heart part, that can be saved
    The hard part's making sure it don't break into little sharp pieces that are hard to replace
    Hard to find spare arteries these days
    In decent shape, and know things decay
    And at these rates you're gon' need to be paid
    Like 3D wage just to see D. Wade
    To the place that sells these parts
    That you couldn't keep safe from the street art
    So why would we waste our art on your mistake?
    When you was driving reckless, didn't pump these brakes
    Hate to have to shoot you down
    A fine running heart makes a soothing sound
    It's junkyard love in your future, pal
    Didn't appreciate it then, bet you do

    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby

    And in the futuristic love will be reduced to physics
    Computer digits made by robots
    That use statistics, algorithms, and group logistics
    The mood-resistant downloadable thing that's used specific
    Easily updated with few commitments
    Can find it's way home if you forget it
    Say, maybe on a starship tour
    Heard a knock at your starship door
    It was the girl that you had met at the starship bar
    Had a dance on the starship floor
    But then you got starship sick
    So you had to run to the starship store
    And then you got those starship pills
    But when you back she wasn't there no more
    She says, "Hope you got a starsuit at the starship store
    Maybe we can take a trip to take a look at the stars around parsec 4"
    And it was the most beautiful thing you both had ever seen in your lives before
    And she pulled out her love, so you reached down in your starsuit for
    But your pockets empty, now the moments passing
    It'll probably never happen like this again
    I guess it didn't work out for you in the end

    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby
    Oh, no, baby
  • Pick Up The Phone feat. Eric Turner

    Uhh, I just need a minute to replenish who I am
    And who I am is so dependent on exactly where we stand
    I stand in any pose, anything but tippy-toes
    But don't want you to feel smaller, always taller
    Now I'm a cheerleader, she a baller
    The difference in height isn't aight, I left my ego at the alter
    Now every ring's a sting and everything I taught ya
    Is coming back around to me, just like revolvers
    And every single click is just hammering it home
    Who knew Russian roulette involved answering the phone?
    Until my signal dwindles or my channel is in roam
    Or my cellphone dies or it's cancer in my dome
    And dear nix the tone, as I pull my fuckin’ pain out
    One of your short nodes, might blow my fuckin' brains out
    But you ain't even pick up
    Talking to myself, exactly what you sick of

    Feeling kinda restless
    Did you get my message?
    It's swirling around and so
    No, don't tell me that you care
    When I know you're standing there
    I left the story of my life on your answering machine

    Hello, can you hear me?
    Hello, are you there?
    Hello, would you pick up the phone?
    Hello, can you hear me?
    Hello, are you there?
    Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?

    We were like, if a tree falls in the forest and
    No one is around, does it really make a sound?
    That's romantic and profound, but now
    We're like lumberjacks holding the axes that brung it down
    So I'm now on your message, talm 'bout "Remember?"
    Silence in return, that sound like 'Timber!"
    There's some that can't see the forest because they're liars
    But I can't see the forest cause of the fire
    And in our prehistorics, the flowers was rooting for us
    Brontosaurus ate the flowers, T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus
    And then the T-Rex turned around and ate the florist
    That's why I lost my FTD endorsements
    But that's really not important
    My sadness' a snitch, my melancholy informant
    Despair wears a wire, my longing rapping a song
    My worry is a rat, my lonely tapping the phone

    Feeling kinda restless
    Did you get my message?
    It's swirling around and so
    I wanna give you reasons
    Tell you what I'm feeling
    But none of these lines are secure
    No, don't tell me that you care
    When I know you're standing there
    I left the story of my life on your answering machine
    My tears run off your shoes
    Like waters from a goose
    You try to wash off all the dirt
    But your hands aren't getting clean

    Hello, can you hear me?
    Hello, are you there?
    Hello, would you pick up the phone?
    Hello, can you hear me?
    Hello, are you there?
    Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?

    The make-believers on receivers as you sit back and observe
    As the rubber curly cord just absorbs all my words
    Will you collect us then connect us or neglect us on the whole
    Into the wall, then cross the wires on the telephone poles
    Then bounces off the towers, then up into the satellites
    Then falls down back to Earth to bring a broken heart back to life
    Happens all the time, lost an appetite and lack of sleep
    If it's dead and flatten line, I'll leave a message at the beep

    Hello, can you hear me?
    Hello, are you there?
    Hello, would you pick up the phone?
    Hello, can you hear me?
    Hello, are you there?
    Hello, would you pick up the phone?
    Would you pick up the phone?
    Would you pick up the phone?
    Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?
 
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