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Mark Ronson - Uptown Special Album Lyrics



Mark Ronson - Uptown Special Lyrics






Uptowns First Finale

Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas
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Writer: MARK RONSON, JEFFREY BHASKER, MICHAEL CHABON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Summer Breaking

Driving through Ghost-town
Metal horses a thousand feet high
Orange sky

Pulling your top down
In the back of some pretty boy's ride
You get high

Avenues
Empty as .44 clips
Cargo ships, teen zombies ghost-riding their whips
(See how they play)

You're always summer breaking
Running wild in the streets after dark
You're always summer breaking
Hanging out with the boys in the park
Summer is gone
(You're gonna need someone to break your fall)

Give him a haircut
In the old kitchen chair in your yard
Saint Delilah

He thinks you care
Does he know you're too bright and too hard
Like a diamond

Play your game
Play him the way you played me
Be the girl you pretend to pretend not to be
(See how they play)

You're always summer breaking
Running wild in the street after dark
You're always summer breaking
Hanging round with the boys in the park
Summer is gone
(You're gonna need someone)
Summer is gone
(You're gonna need something)
Summer is gone
(You're gonna need someone to break your fall)
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Writer: MARK RONSON, JEFFREY BHASKER, MICHAEL CHABON, KEVIN PARKER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Feel Right

Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal

Calling all cars for the Prince of the South
F*ck that yabba-dabba-doo shit, bitch, I just got out
Still rapping, slapping kittens and grabbing my cock
I'm the artist, the godfather
Stay hard as a rock

You gon f*ck around and make me knock your fruit juice loose
Banana, your watermelon and pomegranate too
Rhyming kung-fu that split bamboo
Crowd rockin', ain't no stopping that rapping ass fool
I been bad, bro, 'cha getting mad for?
I'm gon' have to f*ck you up
I eat flames up
Shit fire out
Don't make me light my butt

Excuse me, ooh me
I got a lot of groupies
Oughta have a f*cking doghouse like Scooby
Curtains go up
It's going down
Tear the thing out the frame
With my band

Come on, come on

Feel right in this motherf*cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf*cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf*cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

Feel right in this motherf*cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf*cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf*cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now

Grabbing at my pants, you trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherf*cker so hard, you're gonna pull it out the socket
It's exercise with thighs and hip muscles
Let's exercise, you gon' burn some lip muscles
Let the music work your ear muscles
And if you're skinny then use your little muscles
Bag back or tea bag with these duffle
Pow pow get smash when we hustle
When the last time you have a knuckle sandwich, huh?
The last time a nigga put a foot so far up your ass you couldn't handle it?
You can't stand
To make matters worse you gotta go to the studio with Bruno Mars on another planet
Don't get mad, I'm just saying
Don't believe it cause I'm saying it, bitch
Believe it cause I'm telling you
I'm doing the rapping and bustling
Ronson on the scratchin' and cuttin'

Come on, come on

Feel right in this motherf*cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf*cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf*cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

Feel right in this motherf*cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf*cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf*cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

Get down
Wait a minute now
Give it to them on the one

This the intermission
I'll break it down so you niggas listen
Take a second to wipe my sweat
Might be the only chance you get to catch your breath
Don't get too comfortable in here
Niggas know I'm bringing back the rumble in here
Just when you thought you could cool down and sip some of that water
Shit
A nigga back
Say it again

Feel right in this motherf*cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf*cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf*cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

Feel right in this motherf*cker
(Right)
Feel good in this motherf*cker
(Right)
My whole hood in this motherf*cker
(Right)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)
And we gon' rock this motherf*cker
(All night)

Ladies and gentlemen, one more time
Put your hands together for Mystikal
Don't it feel good?
Ain't he making us feel good tonight?
Thank you Mr. Ronson for bringing us together this evening
We gon' go ahead and head over to the after party
We'll see y'all uptown
Come on
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Writer: Jeff Bhasker, Phillip Lawrence, Mark Ronson, Homer Steinweiss, Nick MOVSHON, Brody Brown, Bruno Mars, Michael Lawrence Tyler, Tom Brenneck
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Uptown Funk

[ Featuring Bruno Mars ]

This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one for them hood girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city
Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent
Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty

I'm too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
And my band 'bout that money, break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch (come on)

Don't believe me just watch uh

Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh

Stop, wait a minute
Fill my cup, put some liquor in it
Take a sip, sign a check
Julio, get the stretch
Ride to Harlem, Hollywood
Jackson, Mississippi
If we show up, we gon' show out
Smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy

I'm too hot (hot damn)
Call the police and the fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I'm too hot (hot damn)
Bitch say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn)
And my band 'bout that money
Break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch (come on)

Don't believe me just watch uh

Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh

Before we leave
Lemme tell y'all a lil' something
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up uh
I said uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up

Come on, dance, jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
If you freaky then own it
Don't brag about it, come show me

Come on, dance
Jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
Well it's Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch come on!

Don't believe me just watch uh

Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch uh
Don't believe me just watch
Don't believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh

Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on)
Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on)
Uptown (woo) funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (come on)
Uptown funk you up
Uptown funk you up (say what?)
Uptown funk you up
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Writer: Charles Wilson, Devon Gallaspy, Jeffrey Bhasker, Lonnie Simmons, Mark Ronson, Nicholaus Williams, Peter Hernandez, Philip Lawrence, Robert Wilson, Ronnie Wilson, Rudy Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




I Cant Lose

Oh yeah
Alright
Oh yeah
All night

When I met you last night, baby
And you let me roll the dice
You said I'd be your lucky lady
I hit those numbers all night

I can't lose, I can't lose
When I'm 'round you
I can't lose, I can't lose
Now I found you
Oh yeah, alright

I can turn your luck around, baby
Ain't no hotter hand in town
Come and stake your love on me
Come lay it on the line
I bet you never felt this way before
I bet you never seen so much action on the floor
Rollin' fever I'm on fire
And tonight I'm goin' wild
Oh baby, you got to be my ace in the hole

I can't lose, I can't lose
When I'm 'round you
I can't lose, I can't lose
Now I found you

Oh yeah, alright
Oh yeah, all night
Oh yeah, alright
Oh yeah, all night

I can't lose, I can't lose
When I'm 'round you
I can't lose, I can't lose
Now I found you

Oh yeah, alright
Oh yeah, all night
Oh yeah, alright
Oh yeah, all night
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Writer: Mark Ronson, Michael Chabon, Jeff Bhasker, Nathaniel Hale, Ricardo Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Daffodils

Run your fingers down the cool
Underbelly of the blue evening
Crank that vapor-wagon
Start that kick dragon beating
Step out on the patio
Follow where your daddy-o's leading

Wrestle with our shadow twins
Hold'em till they're glowin' in warning
Hit that bubble kit now
Laughin' as you breathe out, easy
Drop another daffodil
We can push on through till morning

Drop another daffodil sail off the map until morning

Baby just say no to sleep
Bodies got to keep exploring
Sweet volcano violence
Vast new continents spawning
Drop another daffodil
We can push on through till morning

Drop another daffodil sail right off the map until morning

Put another record on
Maybe Chaka Khan or Rocky
Catch on fire above the
Green empire of the kraken
Flow with the isosceles
To the beat of six knees knocking

Drop another daffodil we can push on through till morning
Drop another daffodil sail right off the map until morning
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Writer: Michael Waldman Chabon, Kevin Parker, Mark Ronson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, BMG Rights Management




Crack In The Pearl

In the back room of the El Mago Casino
Under a portrait of Doris Day
You and I
And a pair of C-notes
Soft candy betting hard eight

Not quite how you laid it out for me
When we split up that night, that night
Coming out of the Sunset Marquis
Before you left to deal the fine white

Is this how you pictured it
Is this how you thought it would be
We got right with the mutual problem
That got right between you and me
I told you the girl would be trouble
I said she was going to break us
Leave us lost in the rust and the rubble
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas
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Writer: Mark Ronson, Jeffrey Bhasker, Michael Chabon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




In Case Of Fire

Third michelada
Second Adderall
To take the edge off the crazy

Jumped out the window
A human cannonball
Congratulations, baby

Break glass
Don't you look back
In case of fire

Escape plan:
Grab what you can
In case of fire

(Girl you know you got burned)

Last flight to Juarez
Two frozen credit cards
Another borrowed vacation

Girl, you're a day late
And twenty thousand short
Belated realizations

Break glass
Don't you look back
In case of fire

Escape plan:
Grab what you can
In case of fire

Bad girl
With good moves
Big dreams
But a little confused
You start fires
That you can't put out
Just watch it burn

Lifetime of heartbreak
And out of cigarettes
A melancholy equation

Sweet summer memories
Of the day we met
Please change the radio station

Break glass
Don't you look back
In case of fire

Escape plan:
Grab what you can
In case of fire

Bad girl
With good moves
Big dreams
But a little confused
You start fires
That you can't put out
Just watch it burn
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Writer: Mark Ronson, Jeffrey Bhasker, Michael Chabon, Alex Greenwald, Nick Movshon, Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Leaving Los Feliz

I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand
That hipster doorman he don't know who I am
But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass

Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on the walls
Some cut the line to cut the lines in the stalls
On the floor is the border between paradise and the Fall

I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz

I cruise the room without attracting a glance
My Ksubi jeans are more like armor than pants
But I don't want to go just yet so I suppose I should dance

The music wobbles between rapture and dread
Like a divine name that can never be said
And I shoot a pretend documentary inside my head

I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz

I'm young enough to know I'm too young to quit
I'm old enough to want to get over it
But the yearning is timeless and mine is as deep as the Pit

I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
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Writer: Kevin Parker, Mark Ronson, Mark Chabon, Jeff Bhasker, Emile Haynie, Chris Vatalero
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, BMG Rights Management




Heavy And Rolling

Start up the engine, we're heavy and rolling
Tankful of gas and the night is young
Don't know you
Don't care where you're going
To the Highline or the heart of the sun
My sweet companion is long as the summer
Black as the river and built to glide
Smooth as glass
Smooth as Marcus Miller
Cold as ice when you climb inside

[Chorus:]
When the city's flowing
I found a way to move my weary soul
Ridin' straight and low
Stay heavy and rolling

You deal in ducats, you deal in illusion
Pay for pleasure with your pretty face
You confuse
War and prostitution
In my starship I sail freely through space

[Chorus]

I was lost and lonely like you
Hollow-eyed and broken inside
Then I found something lasting and true
A beautiful ride
Might have to wait to start in on your drinking
All of Hell's Kitchen's standing in that line
I'll be here
Living in my Lincoln
Occupying space and conquering time

[Chorus]
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Writer: Mark Ronson, Jeffrey Bhasker, Michael Chabon, Andrew Wyatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Crack In The Pearl Pt. II

But there's always a flaw in the diamond
A lightning-fork crack in the pearl
A fault in the rock of the island
And it's usually shaped like a girl, a girl

Leave us lost in the rust and the rubble
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas
Nine exits north of Las Vegas

I was the first one to see her
And you were the first one to fall
Like a half-drunken downhill skier
And she was the oncoming wall
Now I get that it's all gone awry
A joke I might like to take back
Wipe a bright star from the night sky
Nothing can fill in the black
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Writer: Jeffrey Bhasker, Mark Ronson, Michael Chabon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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