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Beyonce - Renaissance Album Lyrics



Beyonce - Renaissance Lyrics






Im That Girl

Please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin'
Please, motherf*ckers, please, mother-
Please, mother-, please, motherf*ckers
Pl-please, mother-, please, mother
Please, mother-, please, mother
Please, motherf*ckers-, please, mother-, please, mother-
Pl-please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin' me
Please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin' me
Please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin' me
Please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin' me
(How the f*ck you figure, how the f*ck you figure)

I pull up in these clothes, look so good
'Cause I'm in that ho
You know all these songs sound good
'Cause I'm on that ho
Dead ass
Dead ass
I'm dead ass

(Coming on the scene with the Tommy Hilfiger
Nigga self, what you got to make me rich?
Never get the pussy 'cause it's off limits, ho
Running game when you claiming that other bitch)

It's not the diamonds
It's not the pearls
I'm that girl (I'm that girl)
It's just that
I'm that girl (I'm that girl)

It's not my man (ooh)
It's not my stans (ooh)
I'm that girl (I'm that girl)
It just that
I'm that girl

From the top of the morning, I shine (ah, ooh)
Right through the blinds (ah, ooh)
Touching everything in my plain view
And everything next to me gets lit up too
Uh
You see it, yeah (ah, ah, ah, ah)
You see it when you look to me
I didn't want this power (I ain't want it)
I didn't want this power (I ain't want it)
You know love is my weakness
Don't need drugs for some freak shit
I'm just high all the time
I'm outta my mind
I'm tweakin' (tweakin', tweakin')

Freakin' on the weekend (yeah)
I'm indecent (yeah)
Let it begin (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I be pullin' up in that '92 DeVille Cadillac
With them vogues, losin' my mind (yeah)
B-b-beastin' (yeah)
Un-american
I don't need no friends (yeah)
I been thuggin' for my un-American life
Lights in these D-Flawless skies (yeah)
Off the deep end (yeah)
Such a heathen, why'd they let me outside? (Yeah)
I pull relief in (ah)
Bring that beat in (yeah)
Now I can breathe again (yeah)

I be beatin' down the block (yeah)
Knockin' Basquiat's off the wall (yeah), oh (yeah)
That's how I ball (I ball)
Cleanse me of my sins (of my sins)
My un-American life

Please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin'
Please, motherf*ckers, please, motherf*ckers
Please, mother-, please, motherf*ckers
Th-please, mother-
Please, mother-, please, mother-
Please, motherf*ckers, please, mother-
Please, mother-
Th-please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin' me
Please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin' me
Please, motherf*ckers ain't stoppin' me
Please, motherf*ckers
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Writer: Andrew James Summers, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Kelman Duran, Michael G. Dean, Terius Gesteelde-Diamant, Tommy Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Cozy

(This a reminder)

Damn, I love the burning of the dagger
From the words that you say
F*ck, yeah
Dancing in the mirror, kiss my scars
Because I love what they made
Ooh, yeah

She's a god, she's a hero
She survived all she been through
Confident, damn, she lethal
Might I suggest, you don't f*ck with my sis
Ooh, 'cause she comfortable

Comfortable in my skin
Cozy with who I am
Comfortable in my skin
Cozy, cozy
Comfortable in my skin
Feet up above your sins
I love myself, goddamn
Cozy, cozy

I'm cozy, I love me
They hate me because they want me

(I'm dark brown, dark skin, light skin)
(Beige, fluorescent beige, bitch)
(I'm Black)

Been down, been up
Been broke, broke down, bounced back
Been off, been on
Been back, what you know about that?
Been the light, been dark
Been the truth, been that King Bey energy (rrah)
I been thick, been fine
Still a ten, still here, that's all me
Black like love too deep
Dance to the soles of my feet
Green eyes envy me
Paint the world pussy pink
Blue like the soul I crowned
Purple drank and couture gowns
Gold fangs a shade God made
Blue, black, white and brown
Paint the town red like cinnamon
Yellow diamonds, limoncello glisterin'
Rainbow gelato in the streets
Renaissance, yachtin' in Capri

You're a god (you're a god)
You're a hero (you're a hero)
You survived all you been through
Confident, damn, you're lethal
Might I suggest, you don't f*ck with my sis
Ooh, 'cause she comfortable

Comfortable in my skin
Cozy with who I am
Comfortable in my skin
Cozy, cozy
Comfortable in my skin
Cozy with who I am
I love myself, god damn
Cozy, cozy (I'm Black)

I'm cozy (I'm cozy)
I'm juicy (I'm juicy)
You hate me (you hate me)
'Cause you want me ('cause you want me)
I'm swaggy (I'm swaggy)
Effortlessly (effortlessly)
Is how God made me (how God made me)
So, bitch, pay me (so pay me)
(I'm Black)

Ching-a-ling, ching, ching
(I'm probably one of the blackest motherf*ckers walkin' around here)
Cozy (in this motherf*ckin' place)
(I'm probably one of the blackest motherf*ckers in this county)
Cozy (black like that)

Comfortable in my skin
Cozy with who I am
I love myself, god damn
Cozy, cozy (I ain't nothin' but that)

(Unique)
(Unique is what you are)
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Writer: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Christopher Lawrence Penny, Corece Smith, Curtis Alan Jones, Dave II Giles, Honey Redmond, Luke Francis Matthew Solomon, Mike Dean, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Alien Superstar

Please do not be alarmed, remain calm
Do not attempt to leave the dancefloor
The DJ booth is conducting a troubleshoot test of the entire system

I'm one of one
I'm number one
I'm the only one
Don't even waste your time trying to compete with me (don't do it)
No one else in this world can think like me (true)
I'm twisted (twisted)
I'll contradict it, keep him addicted
Lies on his lips, I lick it

Unique
That's what you are
Stilettos kicking vintage crystal off the bar
Category, bad bitch
I'm the bar (ooh)
Alien superstar (unique)
(Hit me with a) whip, whip

I'm too classy for this world
Forever I'm that girl
Feed you diamonds and pearls
Ooh, baby
I'm too classy to be touched
I pay them all in dust
I'm stingy with my love (unique)
Ooh, baby, I'm

U-N-I-Q-U-E (unique)
Ooh, I'm stingy with my love (unique)
Ooh, baby, I'm
U-N-I-Q-U-E (unique)
Ooh, I'm stingy with my love (unique)

Unicorn is the uniform you put on
Eyes on you when you perform
Eyes on I when I put on
Mastermind in haute couture
Label whores can't clock, I'm so obscure (unique)
Masterpiece, genius, drip intravenous
Patty cake on that wrist
Tiffany blue billboards over that ceiling (unique)
We don't like plain, always dreamed of paper planes
Mile-high when I rodeo
Then I come down and take off again (unique)
You see pleasure in my glare
Look over my shoulder and you ain't scared
The effects you have on me when you stare
Head on a pillow, hike it in the air

I'm too classy for this world
Forever I'm that girl
Feed you diamonds and pearls
Ooh, baby
I'm too classy to be touched
I pay them all in dust
I'm stingy with my love (unique)
Ooh, baby, I'm

I got pearls beneath my legs (U-N-I-Q-U-E)
My lips, my hands, my hips
I got diamonds beneath my thighs
Where his ego will find bliss
Can't find an ocean deep (U-N-I-Q-U-E)
That can compete with this cinnamon kiss
Fire beneath your feet, music when you speak
You're so unique

Unique
That's what you are
Lingerie reflecting off the mirror on the bar
Category, sexy bitch
I'm the bar
Alien superstar (unique)

We dress a certain way, we walk a certain way
We talk a certain way, we-we paint a certain way
We-we make love a certain way, you know
All of these things we do in a different
Unique, specific way that is personally ours

We just reaching out to the solar system
We flying over bullshit, we flying over
Supernatural love up in the air
I just talk my shit, Casanova, superstar, supernova
Power, pull 'em in closer
If that's your man, then why he over here?
(Unique)
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Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Honey Dijon, Christopher Lawrence Penny, Luke Francis Matthew Solomon, Mike Dean, Denisia Andrews, Brittany Coney, Shawn Corey Carter, David Brown, David Hamelin, Timothy McKenzie, Danielle Balbuena, Rami Yacoub, Leven Kali Simon-Seay
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Cuff It

I feel like fallin' in love (fallin' love)
I'm in the mood to f*ck somethin' up (tonight, I'm f*ckin' somethin' up, baby)
I need some drink in my cup (I need a drink)
Hey (pour me a drink)
I'm in the mood to f*ck somethin' up (I'm in the mood to f*ck somethin' up)

I wanna go missin'
I need a prescription
I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you? (Ooh-la-la-la, la-la-la)
I wanna go where nobody's been (wanna go where nobody's been)
Have you ever had fun like this? (Have you ever had fun? Yeah)

We gon' f*ck up the night, black lights
Spaceships fly (spaceships fly)
Yeah, unapologetic when we f*ck up the night
F*ck up the night
We gettin' f*cked up tonight
We gon' f*ck up the night

Bet you you'll see far
Bet you you'll see stars
Bet you you'll elevate
Bet you you'll meet God
'Cause I feel like fallin' in love
I'm in the mood to f*ck somethin' up
'Cause we gon' f*ck up the night

What's in these four walls?
You sexy, my love (turn it up)
Don't miss this roll-call
Is you here or what? (Roll it up)
Yeah, show up, show up (show up, show up)
Po' up, po' up (po' up, po' up)
Uh, you Mr. Nasty, I'll clean it up

Go where nobody's been (wanna go where nobody's been)
Have you ever had fun like this? (Have you ever had fun? Yeah)
I wanna go missin'
I need a prescription
I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

We gon' f*ck up the night (funk it up, funk it up)
Black lights
Spaceships fly (spaceships fly)
Yeah, unapologetic when we f*ck up the night (funk it up, funk it up)
F*ck up tonight
We gettin' f*cked up tonight
We gon' f*ck up the night

Bet you you'll see far
Bet you you'll see stars
Bet you you'll elevate
Bet you you'll meet God
'Cause I feel like fallin' in love
I'm in the mood to f*ck somethin' up
We gon' f*ck up the night

Hypersonic, sex erotic
On my body, boy, you got it
Hit them 'draulics, while I ride it
Got me actin' hella thotty
So excited, so exotic
I'm a seasoned professional
Squeeze it, don't let it go
Tease it, no self control
I got time today (I got time today, I got time)
Oh, I (I got time today, I got time)
I can't wait 'to come out and play
Ooh, yeah you
Come and cuff it, cuff it, cuff it, cuff it, baby
While I buss it, buss it, buss it, for you baby, ayy
Oh, baby
Anywhere, any time
I don't mind, I don't mind

Yeah (I don't mind)
For you (all for you)
I'm backin' the truck up, huh (back that truck up)
For you (all for you, for you)
A bitch'll get f*cked up, huh (I f*cked her up)
For you (all for you)
I'm puttin' my cup up, huh (put my cup up, yeah)
For you (all for you, you)

'Cause we gon' f*ck up the night
Take flight (woo), blindin' lights (yeah)
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up
(Unapologetic when we f*ck up the night)
Bet you you'll see stars (night)
Bet you you'll go far (night)
Bet you you'll levitate (night)
Bet you you'll meet God (party people, roll up)
Ooh (yeah)
We gon' f*ck up the night (huh, yeah)
Spaceships fly
F*ck it up, f*ck it up
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Writer: Allen Henry McGrier, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Brittany Shaelyn Coney, Denisia Andrews, Mary Christine Brockert, Morten Ristorp, Nile Gregory Rodgers, Raphael Saadiq, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Energy

On stage rockin', I'm stir crazy
Coco flow like 1980s
Come, let's tell a drop lazy
None of that maybe energy (nah)
Energy
Energy

Just vibe
Votin' out forty-five
Don't get outta line (yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Pick a side
Only double lines we cross is dollar signs (yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (hold up)
Wait, I hear you just got paid
Make it rain energy
She more Cancun, he more St. Tropez

Big wave in the room, the crowd gon' move
Look around everybody on mute
Look around it's me and my crew
Big energy

He was on stop mode, got froze
Froze front page Vogue, no pose
Chat too much, full clip unload
That's that Kodak energy
Energy
Energy
Energy
Yeah, yeah

Gold links, raw denim
You know that we do it grande
You know that I'm gon' be extra
When that camera go pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Keep 'em waitin' like dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot
Ooh, la, la, la
That's the way them boys sound when I walk through the block-block-block
Then I Uzi that doozy, shot-shot-shot

We was chillin', mindin' our business
Poppin' our pain and champagne through the ceiling
Sippin' it up, flickin' it up
All this good energy got you all in your feelings, feelings
I'm crazy, I'm swearin'
I'm darin', your man starin'
I just entered the country with Derringers
'Cause them Karens just turned into terrorists

You was on stop mode, got froze
Froze front page Vogue, no pose
Chat too much, full clip unload
That's that Kodak energy (go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Energy
Energy (go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Energy
Yeah, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Beyonce Knowles, Tyshane Thompson, Charles Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Sonny Moore, Almondo Cresso, Jordan Joseph Douglas, Tizita Makuria, Denisia Andrews, Brittany Coney, Terius Nash, Mary Christine Brockert, Allen McGrier
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Break My Soul

I'm 'bout to explode, take off this load
Spin it, bust it open, won't ya make it go (come on)
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka (release ya wiggle)
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka (release ya wiggle)

Ahh (release ya anger)
La-la-la-la (release ya anger)
La-la-la-la (release ya mind)
La-la-la-la (release ya job)
La-la-la (release the time)
La-la-la-la (release ya trade)
La-la-la-la (release the stress)
La-la (release the love, forget the rest)

You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
I'm tellin' everybody (ohh, let's go, let's go)
Everybody (ohh, let's go, let's go)
Everybody
Everybody

Now, I just fell in love
And I just quit my job
I'm gonna find new drive
Damn, they work me so damn hard
Work by nine, then off past five
And they work my nerves
That's why I cannot sleep at night

I'm lookin' for motivation
I'm lookin' for a new foundation, yeah
And I'm on that new vibration
I'm buildin' my own foundation, yeah
Hold up, oh, baby, baby

You won't break my soul (na, na)
You won't break my soul (no-no, na, na)
You won't break my soul (no-no, na, na)
You won't break my soul (na, na)
I'm tellin' everybody, na, na
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Release ya anger, release ya mind (ohh, let's go, let's go)
Release ya job, release the time (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Release ya trade, release the stress (ohh, let's go, let's go)
Release the love, forget the rest (ohh, let's go, let's go)

I'ma let down my hair 'cause I lost my mind
Bey is back and I'm sleepin' real good at night
The queens in the front and the Doms in the back (ohh, let's go, let's go)
Ain't takin' no flicks but the whole clique snapped (ohh, let's-)
There's a whole lot of people in the house
Tryna smoke with the yak in your mouth
(Good at night) and we back outside
You said you outside, but you ain't that outside
Worldwide hoodie with the mask outside
In case you forgot how we act outside

Got motivation (motivation)
I done found me a new foundation, yeah (new foundation)
I'm takin' my new salvation (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, new salvation)
And I'ma build my own foundation, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) oh, baby, baby

You won't break my soul (you won't)
You won't break my soul (break my soul)
You won't break my soul (you won't)
You won't break my soul (break my soul)
And I'm tellin' everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody (everybody)
Everybody, yeah

If you don't seek it, you won't see it
That we all know (can't break my soul)
If you don't think it, you won't be it
That love ain't yours (can't break my soul)
Tryna fake it never makes it
That we all know (can't break my soul)
You can have the stress and not take less
I'll justify love
We go 'round in circles, 'round in circles
Searchin' for love ('round in circles)
We go up and down, lost and found ('round in circles)
Searchin' for love (yeah, yeah)
Looking for something that lives inside me
Looking for something that lives inside me

You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
I'm tellin' everybody (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Tellin' everybody
Everybody (ohh, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Everybody

You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul, no, no
You won't break my soul
You won't break my soul
And I'm tellin' everybody (motivation, oh, yeah, yeah)
Everybody (oh, yeah, yeah)
Everybody (I done found me a new foundation, yeah)
Everybody (oh yeah, yeah)

I'm takin' my new salvation (hey, yeah-yeah)
And I'ma build my own foundation, yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
Got motivation (motivation)
I done found me a new foundation, yeah (new foundation)
I'm takin' my new salvation (new salvation)
And I'ma build my own foundation, yeah (own foundation)

I'm 'bout to explode, take off this load
Spin it, bust it open, won't ya make it go (come on)
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka (release ya wiggle)
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka (release ya wiggle)

Release ya, release ya, release ya wiggle
Release ya anger, release ya mind (ohh, let's go)
Release ya job, release the time (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Release ya trade, release the stress (ohh, let's go, let's go)
Release the love, forget the rest (ohh, let's go, let's-)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adam Pigott, Allen George, Beyonce Knowles, Christopher Stewart, Fred McFarlane, Freddie Ross, Shawn Carter, Terius Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Church Girl

(Lord, place me)
(Lord, place me)
Ooh, ooh (I wanna be centered)
Ooh, ooh (I wanna be centered, I wanna be centered in thy will)

I've been up, I been down
Feel like I move mountains
Got friends that cried fountains, oh

I'm warning everybody, soon as I get in this party
I'm gon' let go of this body, I'm gonna love on me
Nobody can judge me but me, I was born free

I'll drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty
I said, now pop it like a thotty, pop it like a thotty (you bad)
Mi seh, now drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty (you bad)
Church girls actin' loose, bad girls actin' snotty (you bad)
Let it go, girl (let it go), let it out, girl (let it out)
Twerk that ass like you came up out the South, girl (ooh, ooh)
I said, now drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty (you bad)
Bad girl actin' naughty, church girl, don't hurt nobody

You can be my daddy if you want to
You, you can be my daddy if you want to
You can get it tatted if you want to
You, you can get it tatted if you want to (she ain't tryna hurt nobody)

Put your lighters in the sky, get this motherf*cker litty
She gon' shake that ass and them pretty tig ol' bitties (huh)
So get your racks up (word), get your math up (uh)
I'ma back it up (uh), back it, back it up (back it, back it up)
I'ma buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it up, back it up
I see them grey sweats (grey sweats), I see a blank check

I'm finally on the other side, I finally found the urge to smile
Swimmin' through the oceans of tears we cried (tears that we've cried)
You know you got church in the morning (the morning)
But you're doin' God's work, you're goin' in
She ain't tryna hurt nobody
She is tryna do the best she can
Happy on her own, with her friends, without a man

I'm warning everybody, soon as I get in this party
I'm gon' let go of this body, I'm gonna love on me
Nobody can judge me but me, I was born free (born free)

I'll drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty
I said, now pop it like a thotty, pop it like a thotty (free, you bad)
Mi seh, now drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty (free, you bad)
Church girls actin' loose, bad girls actin' snotty (you bad)
Let it go, girl (let it go), let it out, girl (let it out)
Twerk that ass like you came up out the South, girl (ooh, ooh)
I said, now drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty (you bad)
Bad girls actin' raunchy, church girl, don't hurt nobody (don't hurt nobody)

You can be my daddy if you want to (you bad)
You, you can get it tatted if you want to (you bad)
Put your lighters in the sky, get this motherf*cker litty (you bad)
She gon' shake that ass and them pretty tig ol' bitties
So get your racks up (ooh), get your math up (ooh)
I'ma back it up (back it up), back it, back it up (back it, back it up)
I'ma buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it up, back it up (back it up)
I see them grey sweats (ooh), I see a blank check (ooh)

Must be the cash 'cause it ain't your face
It must be the cash 'cause it ain't your face
Now, do it, baby, stick it, baby, do it, baby, stick it, baby
Do it, baby, spin it, now spin it, baby, do it
Now spend that cash a little harder and she might let you dive in the water

Drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty
Now, now, now, drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty
Oh, oh, oh, drop it like a thotty, drop it like a thotty
Good girls actin' bad, church girls, don't hurt nobody

I ain't tryna hurt nobody
Trying to bring the life up in your body
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Writer: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Derrick Ordogne, Dion Lamont Norman, Elbernita Clark Terrell, Ernest Dion Wilson, James Brown, Jimi Payton, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Glen Price, Ralph MacDonald, Terius Youngdell Nash, William Salter
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Plastic Off The Sofa

Boy, I know you can't help but to be yourself 'round me
Yourself 'round me, now
And I know nobody's perfect, so I'll let you be, I'll let you be

It's the way you wear your emotions on both of your sleeves, ah-ah-ah
To the face you make when I tell you that I have to leave, ooh-ooh
But I like it, baby, ooh, I like it, baby
But I like it, baby, baby, but I like it, baby
Ah, we don't need the world's acceptance
They're too hard on me, they're too hard on you, boy
I'll always be your secret weapon in your arsenal, your arsenal
And I know you had it rough growing up, but that's okay (that's okay)
I like it rough (that's okay, baby)
Even when you let your feelings get in the way (let your feelings get in the way)

I still like it, baby, ooh, I like it, baby (like it, baby)
But I like it, baby (like it, baby)
Baby, baby (like it, baby)
I still like it, baby, baby, baby, baby

Say, say you won't change
I love the little things that make you, you
Ooh, the rest of the world is strange
Stay in our lane, just you and me, and our family
I think you're so cool (even though I'm cooler than you)

Boy, I love that you can't help but be yourself around me
Yourself around me
Sugar, well you're trippin', I know we'll make up and make love
So I'll let you be, I'll let you be
It's the way you listen when I'm cryin'
You let me lean in
It's the way you want one more kiss after you said you were leavin'

But I like it, baby (yes, I like it, baby, yes, I like it baby)
Yes, I like it, baby (like it, baby)
Like it, I like it, I love it, baby
I like it, baby
I like it, I love it, baby
I like it, baby (I like it, ooh, like it, I like it, yeah)
I like, like it, baby
I like it, baby

Oh, I like it, baby
Baby, come on over (ooh, I like it, baby)
And I need you, baby
Baby (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Virgos Groove

Baby, come over (ooh, yeah)
Baby, come over
Baby, come over (baby, come over)
Come be alone with me tonight
All these emotions (all these emotions)
It's washing over me tonight (oh)

Right here, right now
Iced up, bite down
Baby, lock in, right now
I want it right here, right now
Cuddled up on the couch
Motorboat, baby, spin around
Slow-mo comin' out my blouse
I want it right here, right now
There's nothing that I want as much as I want you
A psychic hit me, told me we got shit to do
We ain't got time like we used to
But we still shine like we used to
And we still grind like we used to
And we cut ties when we need to

But I need more you on me and me on you, oh
(I can be the one that takes you there)
I need more nudity and ecstasy, oh
(On this magic ride, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared)
(Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared)
(It's only gonna get you high)

Baby, come over
Come be alone with me tonight
All these emotions
It's washing over me tonight, oh

Right here (right here), right now (right now)
Iced up (iced up), bite down (bite down)
Baby, lock in (lock in), right now (right now)
I want it right here (right here), right now (right now)
Cuddled up (cuddled up) on the couch (on the couch)
Motorboat, baby, swerve around (swerve around)
Slow-mo (slow-mo) comin' out my blouse (out my blouse)
I want it right here (right here), right now (right now)

Baby, come over
(I can be the one that takes you there)
(I can be the one that takes you there)
Ooh oh
(On this magic ride, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, come over
(Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared)
(Baby, you can hit this, don't be scared)
(It's only gonna get you high)

Baby, come over
Come and move me through the night
Bring all those emotions
Show me how you feel inside
Baby, come over (baby, come over)
Come be alone with me tonight
All these emotions (all these emotions)
It's washing over me tonight, uh

Uh, your hands
Your hands so strong when they grippin' on me
Uh, so dance
All night long to the throb, baby, feel the beat
Uh, don't you leave, uh, me
Don't you leave
So use me (use me)
Pursue me (pursue me)
Kiss me where you bruise me (bruise me)
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee
Taste me (taste me)
That fleshy part
I scream so loud, I curse the stars

You don't need no excuse
To touch somebody (touch me)
To love somebody (love me)
To trust somebody (do you trust me?)
Go ahead and hug somebody
'Cause I can see the light in you
Everybody wants somebody (I want you)
Everybody got somebody (I've got you)
So come over and want my body, 'cause (you are)

Uh, you are the love of my life (you are)
(The love of my life) Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (my life)
You're my life
Baby, you're the love of my life (you are)
My baby keep me warm
Ooh, he bring me back to life
Ooh, you make me lose my pride
Ooh, that lovin' keep me high
Uh, that's why I love you, baby
That's why I trust you, baby (trust you, baby)
If you got somebody, love somebody
Love somebody, baby

Love of my life
You're the love of my life
Your love keeps me high
Your love gives me life

Your love, your love
Good Lord, baby
Don't you ever switch it up
Talk to me nice (nice)
You're the love of my life
Of my life, you're the love of my life
Baby, you're the love of my life
You're the love of my life

Baby, love me, love me, love me
And baby, let me love you back
Touch me, touch me, please me
Kiss me, boy
You're the only love of my life
You are, yeah, you are
You are
The love of my life, my life
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Brittany Shaelyn Coney, Daniel Jesse Memmi, Darius Scott Dixson, Denisia Andrews, Dustin Bowie, Jesse W. Wilson, Jocelyn Donald, Leven Kali, Sol Was
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Move

Move, move!
Move right out of my life!
Move, move!
Move right out of my life!

[EFFIE WHITE (LORRELL ROBINSON AND DEENA JONES):]
You better move (Move!)
You're steppin' on my heart
I said move (Move)
You're tearing it apart, please move! (Please move)
Ohhh, what am I gonna do, my heart (My heart)
Ooh, breaking breaking up over you (Breaking, breaking up over you!)
You've got such magnetic power
That just keeps holding me down (Oooh)
I feel just like a flower
That you keep stomping the ground

[DREAMETTES:] Move, move!
Move right out of my life!
Move it, move it!
Out of my life!
Move, move!
Move right out of my life!
Move it, move it!
Out of my life!
Move, move!
Move right out of my life!

[EFFIE WHITE (LORRELL ROBINSON AND DEENA JONES):]
You are so horribly Satanic
The way you lead me around (Oooh)
I feel just like the Titanic (Ohhhhh)
I'm always going down, down, down, down!
(Move, move, you're steppin' on my style)
You're steppin' on my style!
(Move, move, I wanna breathe for a while)
Ohh, please move, I wanna breathe for a while
(Move, move, move right outta my life)
Ohh, baby!
(Move it, move it, outta my life)
Ohh, baby!
(Move, move, move right outta my life)
Get outta my life!
(Move it, move it, outta my life)
There's too much pain and strife
So why don't you pack it up and move it, (Move)
Take the cat, kit, and caboodle (Move)
Your broken down car (Move)
Your old smelly cigar (Move)
And just move right outta my (Move, move, move)
Move right outta my life! (Move right outta my life!)

[DREAMETTES:] Please move, move, move, move,
Please move, move, move, move... [continue in background]

[ANNOUNCER:] Come on! Come on!
Come on, you can do better, for the delectable, the delicious,
The defiant... Dreamettes!

[C.C. WHITE:] You were great! There is no way we are gonna lose!

[ANNOUNCER:] In exactly one minute, the winner of our talent contest,
The winner of a week's paid engagement, right here at
The Apollo Theater!

[LORRELL:] I can't take it! I can't take the suspense!

[Song:] Fake Your Way To The Top Lyrics
[JAMES EARLY:]
Thirteen years of solid gold platters
Rising cost and cocktail chatter
Fat deejays, stereophonic sound
The game of hits goes 'round and around
But you can fake your way to the top

[CURTIS:]
'Round and around,
Try that part baby

[LORRELL:]
'Round and around!

[JAMES EARLY:]
Fake your way to the top

[DEENA:]
'Round and around!

[CURTIS: Spoken]
You fit right in there sweetheart!

[JAMES EARLY:]
You can fake your way to the top

[EFFIE:]
'Round and around!

[CURTIS: Spoken]
I knew you'd have it baby!

[JAMES EARLY:]
And it's always real, so real

[DREAMETTES:]
Always so real

[JAMES EARLY:]
Yeah, when you're comin' down!

[ANNOUNCER: Spoken]
Ladies and Gentleman, the wildest man in show business, James "Thunder" Early!

[JAMES EARLY:]
Oh, Help me Jesus

[DREAMETTES:]
Help me, Jesus!

[JAMES EARLY:]
Help me, help me Jesus

[DREAMETTES:]
Help me, Jesus!

[JAMES EARLY:]
Help me, help me Jesus

[DREAMETTES:]
Help me, Jesus!

[JAMES EARLY:]
Help me Jesus
Up, back up, back up

[DREAMETTES:]
All the way up...

[JAMES EARLY:]
Yeah, number one
I know what's happenin'

[DREAMETTES:]
Doo, doot, doo doo

[JAMES EARLY:]
I been around
Workin' my way

[DREAMETTES:]
Doo, doot, doo doo

[JAMES EARLY:]
Through every town
I make my livin'

[DREAMETTES:]
Doo, doot, doo doo

[JAMES EARLY:]
Off of my sound

[DREAMETTES:]
Doo, doot, doo doo

[JAMES EARLY:]
And the game of hits
Here we go
Goes 'round, and around, and a

[DREAMETTES:]
'Round and around and 'round and around
And 'round and around

[JAMES EARLY:]
You can fake your way to the top

[DREAMETTES:]
'Round and around!

[JAMES EARLY: Spoken]
Blow your horn!
[Sung:] Fake your way to the top
Don'tcha know I made my way to the top
Yes I did
And it's always real, so real

[DREAMETTES:]
Always so real... Ooh!

[JAMES EARLY:]
OH!

[DREAMETTES:]
Help me, Jesus!

[JAMES EARLY:]
Help me, help me Jesus

[DREAMETTES:]
Help me, Jesus!

[JAMES EARLY:]
Help me, help me Jesus

[DREAMETTES:]
Help me, Jesus!

[ALL:]
Fake my way to the top!
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Writer: HENRY D. KRIEGER, TOM EYEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Heated

(Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me)

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down, heated (fan me off like hot, hot, hot)
(Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated (cool it down, hot, hot, hot)
Yeah, yeah (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

It's been a lot of years
Really think you're gettin' one past me?
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down, heated
You got me, heated
Heated, oh

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no no
To give you space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no no no no
With a waist that whine like this, my love
Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish I was complacent
Boy, you musta mixed up our faces (Uncle, Uncle Jonny)
Oh, now you wanna have conversation (Uncle Jonny)
See how you're testing my patience (Uncle Jonny made this)
Yeah, yeah

I've got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down, heated (fan me off like hot, hot, hot)
(Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated (tip, tip, tip, tippin' on)

Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down, heated (I'm hot, hot, hot)
You got me, heated (fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)
Heated (like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail)

Whole lotta reservations
Whole lottta
Whole lotta texting with no conversations
Whole lotta playing victim and the villain at the same time
Whole lotta, huh, money, not a lot of patience
Whole lotta niggas been waitin'
They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it
Panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy (wake up pretty)
You keep playin' with my heart, boy
I'm just as petty as you are (petty, petty, petty, petty, petty)
Only a real man can tame me
Only the radio could play me
Only my baby

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down, heated (fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)
(Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)
I gotta cool it down, heated
Heated

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no no
To give you the space at a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no no no no (fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot)
With a waist that wine like this (like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail)

Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that wine like this)
Give me face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my Gawd
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mhmm yummy, yummy, yummy, make that bummy eat it
Make a pretty girl talk that shitty
Whiskey 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down, down my pretty
Bad-bad bitch, make a bad bitch glitchy
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
Liberated, livin' like we ain't got time
Yada yada ya, yada yada ya ya
Yada yada yada, boom boom kaka
Blastin' on that ass, blast on that ass
Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass
Fan me off, my wrist goes click
Dimples on my hips, stretch marks on my tits
Drinkin' my water, mindin' my biz
Monday I'm overrated, Tuesday on my dick
Flip-flop, flippy flip-floppin' ass bitch
Fan me off, watch my wrist goes click
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Cuff me please 'cause this ain't fair
Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Uncle Jonny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot
Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail
Finger tips go tap, tap, tap
On my MPC makin' disco trap
Uncle Jhnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Beyonce Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Thique

Ass getting bigger
Racks getting bigger
Cash getting larger
He thought he was loving me good
I told him go harder

She thought she was killing this shit
I told her go harder
Just look at this alkaline wrist
'Cause I got that water
Ass getting thicker
Cash getting thicker

That's that thick
That's that real shit
That's that jelly, baby
Champagne and cherry, baby
That's that thick
That's that ball drop
That's that keep going
That's that never stop

That's that thick
That's that nana
That oochie-coochie-lala
Yeah, this that Fiji agua
Candy girl, piñata
Hit it in the car and take you back to the casa
Bet I got you rock now
That thick all over that yacht now

Uh, that's that Freaknik
That's that 1996
That's that moon Miami bass
Twelve in the trunk, 808
Uh, that's that Castro
Eat that shit like Maestro's
She say she on a diet
Girl, you better not lose that ass though

That's that thick
That's that real shit
That's that jelly, nigga
That's that really, nigga
That's that thick
That's that ball drop
That's that keep going
That's that never stop

Baby, that's that thick
That's that thick
Baby, that's that thick
That's that thick
Look at this shit

Ooh, that's that strawberry
That's that grape, and cherry
Ooh, that's that Ginsu
Cut that bitch like culinary

(Ooh) that's that bounce
Spend my money, make it count
If he's lost, then he get found
Just keep dropping that shit down
That's that summer, that's them Hummers
That's that "Girl, give me your number"
That's that Jordy, that's that scholar
That "I just got out of college"
That's that "I don't do this usually
I don't know what you do to me"
That (I don't do this usually)
(I don't know what you do to me)

Boy, you crazy, body mean
Back it up like limousine
You gotta make a fold out to fit in magazine, right
Girl, look at your body, right

Boy, take this in slow, don't let go
And tell me how bad you've been wanting it
And hurry up, quick, before the moment ends
I like what I hear, might be sleeping in
Screaming, "Beyoncé chocolate"
Ounces, sit on that
Bounce it, bounce it

Ass getting thicker
Cash getting thicker
Cash getting larger
He thought he was loving me good
I told him go harder

Nigga, that's that thick
Thought she was killing this shit
I told her go harder
That's that thick, look at this alkaline wrist
'Cause I got that water
Baby, that's that thick, ass getting thicker
That's that thick, cash getting
Look at this shit

Ooh, baby
Come feel me (ooh, baby)
I'm all up in your mind (it's all yours)
Come here, come here
Let's make love
Make love to your mind (I wanna make love to your mind)
Make love to your mind (make love to your mind)
(Close your eyes) I'm all up in your mind
I'll breathe you in, I'll think your thoughts
I'll read your mind (I'll read your mind)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Atia Boggs, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Chauncey A. Hollis, Cherdericka Yvonne Nichols, Jabbar Kareem Stevens, Julian Martrel Mason, Terius Adamu Ya Gesteelde-Diamont
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




All Up In Your Mind

I try to get all up in your mind
It stops at a crime that I wanna make you mine
I try to get all up in your mind
I'll go and do the time if it means I'll make you mine

My eyes, yeah, I really like your smile
It stops the time, yeah, I'll stay here for a while
You give me that real good feeling that I need
Be careful what you ask for 'cause I just might comply

You need a real wild girl
You need me, all your demons, it's gon' take a little work
It's absurd but I'm gon' say those three words
Yes, I do, I think it's true, I just know I love you

(I'll make you mine, mine, mine)
Tell mama, that I do it for you
The rider, always want you, I'll be groupie for you
It may hurt at first 'cause I'ma make you work
Put me first is what you need, I know you're gonna love me
(I'll make you mine, mine, mine)

I try to get all up in your mind (all up in your mind)
Is my love a crime 'cause I wanna make you mine?
(You know you're mine)
I try to get all up in your mind (yeah)
I'll go and do the time if it means I'll make you mine (yeah)

My eyes, yeah, they really like your smile
It stops the time, yeah, I'll stay here for a while
You give me the really good feeling that I need (I need it)
Why don't you take the time to really notice me?
(I'll make you mine, mine, mine)

You need a really wild one (woo, woo, woo, woo)
(You're mine, you're mine)
I knew that you can't live without her
He know I'ma f*cking follow
I knew that I could get it out him
(You're mine, mine, mine)

I really love you (you know I love you)
Tell mama do it for you
(You're mine, mine, mine)
My eyes behold you, this kitty always want you
I'm the only one for you
(You're mine, mine, mine)

I try to get all up in your mind (all up in your mind)
It stops at a crime and I'm gonna make you mine (you know you're mine)
I try to get all up in your mind (yeah)
I'll go and do the time if it means I'll make you mine (yeah)

My eyes, yeah, they really like your smile
It stops the time, yeah, I'll stay here for a while
You give me that good feeling that I need
Why don't you take the time to really notice me? (I love it)

I try to get all up in your mind
It stops at a crime and I'm gonna make you mine
I try to get all up in your mind
Be careful what you ask for 'cause I just might comply
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Alexander Guy Cook, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Cherdericka Nichols, Jabbar Kareem Stevens, Jameil Aossey, Larry Darnell Griffin, Michael Tucker, Michael G. Dean, Terius Youngdell Gesteelde-Diamant
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




America Has A Problem

"America, America has a problem"

Heard you got that D for me
Pray your love is deep for me
I'ma make you go weak for me
Make you wait a whole week for me (for me)
I see you watchin' (fiendin')
I know you want it (schemin')
I know you need it (drug lord)
You want it on you? (Don't I know)
You need love, I need some too
Do you want this like it wants you?

Know that booty gon' do what it want to
Can't hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me
Now come and get high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
Twenty-forty-eighty out the trap
Hit it with the rap, put it on the map
Then we right back (back, back, back)
Call me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-igh
Tony Montana with the racks
Ivy P on my bag, double G's on my dash
Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad (tell me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-igh)

Boy, you can't get no higher than this
No
'Cause love don't get no higher than this
No, no

Grind (grind)
Boy, you know I grind (grind)
When I pull up these jeans, you're mine
(When I pull up these jeans, you're mine)
You're mine (you're mine, you're mine)
When I step on the scene they
Can't wait to back it up
Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain't crack enough
I'm supplyin' my man
I'm in demand soon as a I land
Just know I roll with them goons (goons)
In case you start actin' familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I kill for

Boy, you can't get no higher than this
No
'Cause love don't get no higher than this
No, no

Grind (grind)
Boy, you know I grind (grind)
When I pull up these jeans, you're mine
(When I pull up these jeans, you're mine)
You're mine (you're mine, you're mine)
When I step on the scene they
Can't wait to back it up
Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain't crack enough
I'm supplyin' my man
I'm in demand soon as a I land
Just know I roll with them goons (goons)
In case you start actin' familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I kill for

Know that booty gon' do what it want to
Can't hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me
Now come and get high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
Twenty-forty-eighty out the trap
Hit it with the rap, put it on the map
Then we right back (back, back, back)
Call me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-igh
Tony Montana with the racks
Double C's on my bag, double G's on my dash
Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad (tell me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-igh)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andrell Rogers, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Michael G. Dean, Shawn C. Carter, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Pure/Honey

Cunt (cunt to the feminine, what)
Cunt (cunt to the feminine)
Cunty (cunt to the feminine, what)
Cunty (cunt to the feminine, what)
Cunty (cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Cunty (cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt)
Feminine to pussy cunt, feminine to pussy, what

Uh, uh
Check my technique
Uh, uh
Come and feel my technique
Uh, uh
You wanna feel my technique?
Uh, uh
It's pure

Bad bitches to the left
Money bitches to the right
You can be both, meet in the middle, dance all night
Take it all off or just a little if you like
It's pure

It should cost a billion to look this good (oh, yeah)
But she make it look easy 'cause she got it (check my technique)
You can find the one when the tempo good (wanna touch my technique)
Four, three, too f*ckin' busy

That's my technique, uh
That's my, that's my
That's my technique, uh
Bad bitch, bisous
Right then left cheek, muah
Ideas, my dear
That's my technique, uh

All my pretty girls to the floor
Get your money, money, cunty, hunty
Don't be funny with my money, honey
Don't my girls look so yummy, yummy?
All the boys want my honey from me

It should cost a billion to look that good
But she make it look easy 'cause she got it
You can find the one when the tempo's good
Four, three, I'm too f*ckin' busy

Check my technique, uh
I see you, you too
Comin' for my technique, uh
Bossy bitch, bisous
Right then left cheek, muah
Future renaissance
Study my technique, uh
All the pretty boys to the floor (ooh)

Uh, get your money, money, money, money
Don't be funny with my money, honey
Don't my girls look so yummy, yummy?
All them boys want my honey from me

Bad bitches to the left
Money bitches to the right
You can be both, meet in the middle, dance all night
Take it all off or just a little if you like
Earlier than that

It should cost a billion to look this

I see you want it and you comin' for me
Don't be funny with my money, honey
All my girls look so yummy, yummy
And all the boys want my honey from me

The devil's on my shoulder (it's taboo as you want it)
Uh, nasty is my guilty pleasure (nasty, nasty girl)
Ah, if you give this ass a squeeze (give that ass a squeeze, baby)
It's pretty how I'll give you pleasure (pretty, pretty hell)

Once you get me piped up, baby, I won't stop (uh)
I won't stop 'til you say you had enough (I won't stop)
Ride it like a rodeo when I'm on top
Oh, oh-oh

I'll get you stuck (stuck)
Stuck in my love (stuck in my love)
Stuck in my honey
Honey, honey, hon'
I'll put the sweet (sweet)
The sweet on your tongue (sweet on your tongue)
Don't it taste yummy (yummy)
Yummy, yummy, yum
Now stick it thick (thick), honey and gold (honey and gold)
Drippin' all on me (yeah)
Honey, honey, hon'
I'ma put the sweet (sweet)
The sweet on your tongue (sweet on your tongue)
Don't it taste yummy (yummy)
Yummy, yummy, yum

Ooh, yeah (yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yum)
Yeah, yum (yummy)
Ooh, yeah (yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yum)
Yeah (yummy)

You know it's Friday night and I'm ready to drive
Throw me them keys, baby, let's go
(It's Friday night and I'm ready to drive
Throw me them keys, baby, let's go)
We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas
World's at war, low on cash
(We jump in the car, quarter tank of gas
World's at war, low on cash)

I ain't never felt a feeling like this
You been in love but not like this
Sweet honey sin, taste it on your lips
Up and down on it, light switch (click)

Honey, Miss Honey
Miss Honey, Miss Honey (honey, honey, hon')
Miss Honey, Miss Honey
Miss Honey, Miss Honey
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andrew Richardson, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Brittany Shaelyn Coney, Count Maurice, Darius Scott Dixson, Denisia Andrews, Eric Snead, Jerel Black, Kevin Bellmon, Michael Cox, Michael Ross Pollack, Michael Tucker, Moi Renee, Raphael Saadiq, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Summer Renaissance

I wanna house you and make you take my name
I'm gonna spouse you and make you tat' your ring
I'm gonna take you all the way
Baby, can I take you all the way?

You sexy motherf*cker
Boy, you growin' on me
I just wanna thug you
The category is bae
You gangsta motherf*cker
Boy, you growin' on me
I just wanna touch ya
I can feel it through those jeans

Ah, ah, ah (ooh-ooh)
Boy, you never had a chance
If you make my body talk
I'ma leave you in a trance
Got you walkin' with a limp
Bet this body make you dance, dance, dance, dance

It's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good, it's so good
Ooh, it's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good, it's so good
(Ooh, it's so good, it's so good)
(It's so good, it's so good, it's so good)

I wanna crush you, I won't over analyze
I'm gonna trust you, even though we met tonight
But I'm gonna take you all the way
Baby, can I take you all the way?

You sexy motherf*cker
Boy, you growin' on me
I just wanna thug you
The category is bae (you growin' on me)
You gangsta motherf*cker
Boy, you growin' on me (you-you-you growin' on me)
Black silicone and rubbers
I can feel it through those jeans (growin' on me)

I'm feelin' way too loose to be tied down
Can you see my brain open wide now?
Come and get what I came for, hella night now
Know you love when I role play, who am I now?
I'ma doc, I'ma nurse, I'ma teacher
Dominate is the best way to beat ya
Sorry 'bout yesterday, now the sweet stuff
You a sweetie pie, come, let me eat ya

(F*ck it up)

Ooh-ooh
Boy, you never had a chance
If you make my body talk
I'ma leave you in a trance
Got you walkin' with a limp
Bet this body make you dance, dance, dance, dance

Oh, it's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good, it's so good
Oh, it's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good, it's so good

Applause
A round of applause
Applause
A round of applause

Say, I want, want, want what I want, want, want
(I want, want, want what I want, want, want)
I want, want, want what I want, want, want
(I want, want, want what I want, want, want)

I want your touch, I want your feeling
(I want your touch, I want your feeling)
I want your love, I want your spirit
(I want your love, I want your spirit)
The more I want, the more I need it
(The more I want, the more I need it)
Need it (need it)

Versace, Bottega, Prada, Balenciaga
Vuitton, Dior, Givenchy
Collect your coins, Beyoncé
So elegant and raunchy
This haute couture I'm flaunting
This Telfar bag imported
Birkins, them shit's in storage
I'm in my bag

Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Atia Boggs, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Brittany Coney, Denisia Andrews, Donna A. Summer, Giorgio G. Moroder, Levar Ryan Coppin, Leven Kali, Mike Dean, Pete Bellotte, Ricky Lawson, Saliou Kahlil Diagne, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Back to: Beyonce


Renaissance (also referred to as Act I: Renaissance) is the seventh studio album by Beyoncé. Her first solo studio release since Lemonade (2016) and the first installment of her trilogy project.

Beyoncé conceived and recorded Renaissance during the COVID-19 pandemic, seeking to inspire joy and escapism in listeners who had experienced isolation and to celebrate a club era in which marginalized people sought liberation through dance music.


With its songs seamlessly arranged like a DJ mix, the album blends post-1970s Black dance music styles such as disco and house and pays homage to the Black and Black queer pioneers of those genres. The album's lyrical content explores themes of escapism, hedonism, self-assurance and self-expression.

 Beyoncé said on the album:
"Creating this album allowed me a place to dream and to find escape during a scary time for the world. It allowed me to feel free and adventurous in a time when little else was moving. My intention was to create a safe place, a place without judgment. A place to be free of perfectionism and overthinking. A place to scream, release, feel freedom."

The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, Beyoncé's seventh consecutive album to do so, and is certified platinum. It also reached number one in Australia, Belgium, Canada, Denmark, France, Ireland, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Sweden, and the United Kingdom. The platinum-certified lead single "Break My Soul" was released on June 20, 2022, and reached number one on several charts worldwide, including the US Billboard Hot 100. The album's second single "Cuff It" peaked in the top ten on the Billboard Hot 100 and internationally.

It became the best-rated album of 2022, named the best album of the year by publications such as the Los Angeles Times, The New York Times, NPR, Pitchfork, and Rolling Stone, which would later place the record at number 71 on their 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list.

Renaissance and its songs garnered nine nominations at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards (including Album of the Year) and won four awards, including Best Dance/Electronic Album, making Beyoncé the most awarded artist in the Grammy Awards history. In promotion of the album, Beyoncé embarked on the Renaissance World Tour, and released an accompanying documentary concert film.

The second installment of the trilogy, Cowboy Carter was released on March 29, 2024.
Genre(s): Dance, house, disco, pop, R&B
Producer(s): BAH, Beam, Beyoncé, Boi-1da, Al Cres, Honey Dijon, Kelman Duran, Hit-Boy, Leven Kali, Mike Dean, Neenyo, No I.D., Nova Wav, P2J, Chris Penny, Luke Solomon, Syd, Skrillex, Tricky Stewart, Sevn Thomas, The-Dream, Nova Wav
Length: 62:14
Released: July 29th, 2022
Year: 2022

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