#Bye Bye Badman

[rastronomicals]

8:19 PM EST December 5, 2022:

The Stone Roses - “Bye Bye Badman” From the album The Stone Roses (March 13, 1989)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[milk-boy]

[spongki]

To prove na hindi naman po talaga ako hater ng kulay dilaw ('di po ako DDS-BBM, cheka), I'd like to recommend a track that makes me see and feel yellow all over, and not in a bad way:

unavoidable afternoon torpor, camels, and the color yellow.

What was only meant to be my regular late afternoon siesta turned into a 15-hour back-aching slumber. It's by far the longest I've been asleep, if my memory serves me right. I'm a known sleepy guy, alright. It's just never like this. I didn't even get to tell my dog good night.

I took a "nap" at around 4 PM and momentarily jerked out of sleep to turn on the air conditioner about an hour or two later, maybe around 5 or 6, because that's the time I usually turn it on to consume less electricity and stuff. I wonder if anyone else does that. It's not that strange of a thing to do, is it? To let yourself suffer in the suffocating heat for the greater chunk of the day because it's the only way to keep the bills down? I don’t even know (and don’t care) whether it’s effective or not. Anyway, it's funny how my brain knew well enough what my body so badly needed even half-asleep, like it's muscle memory. The following hours after that I had bouts of panic-induced lucid dreams while my back was soaked in cold sweat—completely normal, it happens—but I managed to make a mental note telling myself that I need to gather as much sleepy as I can otherwise I'd have to put up with being awake during the remainder of the night until the butt crack of dawn where I have nothing to do besides light a cigarette and listen to Strokes' Room On Fire and if I'm really going through it, maybe run through their entire discography as well. You really shouldn't do so much of a thing if you don't want to end up hating it, but I'm left with no choice. It's not that better in the morning. I really did not want to wake up. Not even until 7 AM, which is an hour that indicates I'm already sleeping in and ugh my head is going to regret this.

Being awake when the sun is up also means tedium. It means trying to check off tasks that I've shelved to do for later when later was two Fridays ago and the tasks in question could be accomplished within fifteen minutes. What I do is sit and think about how grueling that is instead of actually doing it, then I move onto other important things which I have no success in at all, like doing that one Buzzfeed recipe I've been meaning to try for a long time but lack the right ingredients so now I'm left with a strange concoction full of substituted stuff that no one wants to eat. Then, the unavoidable afternoon torpor, as Call Me By Your Name's main character Elio once mentioned it:

"My father, who was reserved and shy in private, loved nothing better than to have some precocious rising expert in a field keep the conversation going in a few languages while the hot summer sun, after a few glasses of rosatello, ushered in the unavoidable afternoon torpor."

He described siestas so beautifully. Too bad I'm not in a Mediterranean villa, sun-basked and mildly toasted in the right parts, surrounded by glasses of lush Italian wines and trees that give just the right amount of breeze to sweetly lull me to sleep. Oops. Did I get too into it?

Because if we're talking about sultry, we can talk about the less peachy reality that's closer to the literal meaning of the word, which is lying down in front of an electric fan trying its best as it blows hot, hot heat into your face while your body slowly melts into a sludge that seeps into the sofa. You anxiously chew over with yourself - "do I even deserve this siesta?" Hey, José Rizal himself said siestas were the Filipinos' remedy for our country's hot climate. So maybe you do deserve it. But maybe you don't, because he meant to say that to people who did hard labor under the burning sun, and you haven't exactly done anything productive to give yourself that reward. Other than swatting pesky mosquitoes buzzing in your ear, maybe, and you don't know whether that eases the monotony or it just plainly irritates the fuck out of you. Oh, and that one annoying show that your parents like is on TV again. Only this time, and I'm being for real, it gets cut off midway and you're fucking delighted but not really, because it's apparently to make way for the "president's" state of the nation address (The Marcoses have pissed off my parents in more ways than one, but interrupting their favorite telenovela, really? There's no redeeming yourself from that.)

It all just feels so yellow. I love yellow when it’s not overbearing - when you're not constantly enclosed with the warmth it emits. Yellow feels sticky. Humid. I sluggishly walk around my house with pellets of sweat in places I didn't even know were possible. Yellow is also kind of blinding. My curtains don’t do enough to shield my eyes from the sunlight, but it’s partially my fault for not making it a habit to wake up early. After smoking Marlboro menthols for a while, I bought a pack of yellow Camels just to try something new and I hated it. Why do I hear so many good things about this brand? Yellow is parching. Unpleasantly warm, the kind that gives you goosebumps. Yellow reminds me of how much I try to force sleep and how it’s the only sober form of escapism I can consume. I’m always deliberately getting myself struck with lethargy, putting the blame on the unapologetic heat of the blazing sun - on the color yellow - just so I can postpone for the dreaded tomorrow to come.

The next thing you know I'm in my bedroom, A/C on blast, writing this post. Lather, rinse, repeat. Mundanity is far from a foreign concept to me but the heat just so greatly exacerbates the agony of it. The least I can do is write about it.

[rynliadon]

i love music ‼️

[enihk-writes]

[before the year ends]

seasonal fics : 除夕 (chú xī) / lunar new year's eve edition

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

summary: things that happen on the last day of the year.

characters: chung myung (can be read as both pbss and mhdd) // chung mun // chung jin // tang bo // tang gunak // jang ilso // jin hyeon // lee songbaek // jin geumryong // baek cheon

author's note: my personal music recommendations for the day are lovers in seoul by off the menu , hot potato by n.flying , coconut love by seoulmoon , mercury by bye bye badman and t + tik tak tok by silica gel feat. So!YoON! (doing this for fun because my other hobby is looking for new music and putting them in a playlist partly because one of my teenage dreams was to open up a cd shop in an art street or own a music-vinyl brunch cafe by the seaside ugggh but you need money like do you know how expensive seaside properties are in singapore!!! i don't have that cash!!! so i have to work!!!! fuck!!!!)

CHUNG MYUNG doesn't like to be cooped up indoors during the festive period. so that afternoon he slipped out to visit the next town over, hearing about their night market and looking forward to getting drunk off his rocker before returning home. only to come face-to-face with you. to his credit he tried to divert your attention to slip away with a bold-faced lie but to be honest, he isn't very good at that. he ends up letting you tag along to buy your silence. which wasn't that bad of a decision — he found himself enjoying the private time he had with you more than he'd expected, like walking through the markets with pinkies interlocked, visiting taverns and teahouses getting mistaken for a couple to get discounts, even the passionate drunken kisses you both shared on the inn balcony which left him quite dazed. when he gets back he would have to have a talk with you about what happened here. though right now he's a little preoccupied with leaving marks all up your neck, hands under your clothes going to places he probably shouldn't, revelling in your embarrassment a little too much. thank goodness he had the foresight to rent out a room to stay in so the both of you could do whatever you wanted in here to the heart's content all night long.

CHUNG MUN watches as you scurry around the sect grounds checking in on the workers who were all preparing for the banquet that was to be held over the new year. as the sect leader he shouldn't interrupt another elder's duties, but as your husband he wanted you to pay attention to him too — it was new years eve and your spouse can't even ask for some alone time with you? you were so cruel, was this how he was to spend the last day of the year? he sighed and turned back to his papers, finishing up with his own work until it was finally time for bed. you met him in the front of your shared house, he finds himself cracking a smile when you bury your face into his chest, he walks you over to sit together on the bench, where you plop your head down on his lap, very much like a certain youngest, pouring your heart out on the annoyances that you've faced today so what has your dear husband have in mind to reward their hardworking partner? the man only chuckles at your ranting, running his fingers until you fell asleep, carrying your tired body to tuck you in bed. he looks over at your peaceful form one more time, kisses your hand and leaves for his own quarters to retire for the night.

CHUNG JIN had been pulled out from under the pile of books he's buried under to take a day off at the behest of the other elders and disciples. not knowing what to do, he hovers around your side, not really wanting to go down the mountain without a solid plan. you thought he looked a little like a lost sparrow then, so you let him stay around as you went about your day. he aided you with small tasks here and there — wasn't he supposed to be on break? old habits die hard, you supposed. he ended up helping you finish your job earlier than intended, bringing the leftovers from the kitchen along, the two of you headed down the forested path at the back of the mountain to wile away the rest of the afternoon as you ate the food and engaged in small talk about nothing in particular. the sun felt warm on your skin, and as it began to set, the sounds of the flowing stream nearby lulled the two elders into a dreamless sleep.

TANG BO stifled a laugh as he looked at your sorry state. only an idiot falls sick on new year's eve — was what he'd told you. you wanted to strangle him right then and there, never mind that he was your husband. he offered to nurse you for the day, supposedly from the kindness of his heart. bullshit. this guy had something up his sleeve, you were so sure of it. but whatever you thought he'd do never happened. your husband truly did take care of you that whole day. he'd wipe off your cold sweat, change towels, feed you food and medication on time, among other things. you thought he'd turn over a new leaf and was just about to praise him when he snickers at you again. maybe you should get sick more often, you're so much nicer when you're quiet like this. too bad for him your fingers were faster as you shove them up his nose to choke him in retaliation. fortune favours the just. the next morning you woke up feeling good as new — your fever had gone away just in time to celebrate the new year. your husband, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing too well, seemingly catching your cold from yesterday. hmph, serves him right for teasing you like that.

TANG GUNAK could not catch a break even on new year's eve. there was always work to do, the world did not stop on holidays, after all. you slipped into the room quietly with refreshments in hand, hoping to get him to take a short break from his paperwork. the man had sharp ears — recognising the weighted rhythm of your footsteps even as you were on the far end of the hallway. he sets down his brush, getting up to greet you. my love, he'd call out softly, expertly placing away the tray in your hands. you laugh as he pulls you into his embrace, his face burrowing into your shoulder. you try to hug him back with as much vigour you could muster, pulling away just so you could place a few pecks on his face. it wasn't a very long break, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. he sipped on the tea you brewed, listening to your excited recounting of a new novel you had been reading. new years was a time to give thanks for the blessings in life, and he was more than thankful for the way your shoulder felt pressed against his arm as you two sat side by side.

JANG ILSO cared little for the festivities. he wasn't in the mood for any banquet, or party or whatever loud activity. he had been itching to do something, but he couldn't pinpoint what he wanted to do and the idea of going outside annoyed him. you didn't really know, nor cared to find out about your employer's stormy tantrum going on right at that moment. unfortunately for you, you were one of his go-to people to piss off and annoy whenever he wanted to cause trouble. your boss was a temperamental man, and you always walked on eggshells around him. little did you know that you were third on his list of people he liked, so in the off chance that you did piss him off, he wasn't going to get rid of you. not that soon or quickly anyways. he barged into your office with attendants trailing behind him with boxes of drinks, food and entertainment for that evening. he was here to bother you, if you so kindly didn't mind. most of what happened was blurry — you only remembered drinking the sweet wine, going down far too easily, possibly knocking over papers and ink all over your desk and then passing out. the next time you came to, you were in a guest bedroom near your boss' own. the hangover medicine and new clothes already laid out on the table for you. there was no way you had created a moment that your boss could hold over your head as blackmail. no, you detested the teasing that was sure to come from him in the coming year.

JIN HYEON had been out on an errand on behalf of the elders, and finally, he was going back to wudang just in time for new years. he stops by the small diner in the town next door, he often had his meals here whenever he's going out, outwardly he said it's because he liked the lotus root soup with pork ribs served with warm rice. in reality, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to you, the owner — a familiar face he had known since both of you were mere apprentices. though now you had taken over the restaurant your adoptive grandfather had left behind for you while he had risen up to the rank of a second-grade disciple. the diner was small, and the business was decent enough to make ends meet, but it wasn't so busy that you didn't have time to sit across him to have a short chat before he headed off. you asked him if he would stay and visit the night market this year. he shook his head sadly, feeling bad that he was turning down your offer yet again. you shook your disappointment off, opting to change the topic. the hour passed far too quickly, and he had to report back to the elders before night fall. you walk him towards the door, just as the wind picks up from where your back was turned, pushing you into his chest. the man takes the opportunity to pull you a little closer, accidentally placing a peck on your forehead. you didn't think he'd be this affectionate today but who cared? it was new years eve and it's been a while since he had walked you home. maybe next year you could ask him again to come with you to the night market.

LEE SONGBAEK had gone to his hometown for the new year celebrations. he had been given permission by the elders to do so, along with a good majority of the other disciples. things had been really quiet back in the sect with nobody really wanting to do anything with them. speaking of which, he hadn't seen his family in years by now, and he wondered how they were all doing. he didn't plan to spend too much time — have dinner, catch up, stay overnight and leave the next morning. he didn't expect to see that you would also be in his house, helping out with the new year's eve dinner. he could smell the dough and sesame paste drying out in the sun for the tang-yuan they'd all have later. actually, he thinks most of the village was congregated at his house. the disciples who had tagged along with him were a little taken aback at the size of the crowd, much to his embarrassment. he didn't think his village would be so stoked to have him back on new years with his sect brothers. you slipped out of the kitchen to greet him as the elders fussed over the boys that had come to visit. he leans over to greet you, feeling a small smile pull at his lips when you tousle his hair. his original plan might have been a little thwarted, but since you were here, he didn't really mind. ah, when he goes back to the sect, he should ask if the tailor was accepting any apprentices — if he were, and you came over, he might see you around more often in the coming year.

JIN GEUMRYONG wished he was anywhere else but here right now. but, as the eldest and prodigal son he should behave appropriately. he slips out of the banquet hall at the first opportunity, making shoddy excuses like needing to go to the restroom. he finds a spot in the quietest part of the estate, taking a moment to collect himself from the incessant social interaction he's had the whole day. soft footsteps approach him — really? he feels annoyed, but tries to reign back his distaste when he sees your smiling face beaming at him. go away. he tells you, not in the mood to deal with whatever you were about to drag him into. please? you'd beg, your hand pulling at his arm to get him on his feet. there was something you wanted to show him, and if he didn't go with you now, he was going to miss it! the man agreed reluctantly, letting you take him to the lake behind the hills. the night sky was clear and he could see every sparkling star in the sky. you sit on a fallen log, seemingly waiting for something to happen. he sits right by you, choosing not to question your actions. and then — there it was. the stars fell from the sky one after another, painting the night in long white painter's lines. he'd never seen anything like this in his life thus far, and he might not ever see it again. but it didn't matter. when you asked, doesn't it look amazing? he could only hum, unable to take his eyes off you all while your gaze was turned to the spectacle in the skies.

BAEK CHEON, for the life of him, can't decide which tassel he wanted to buy and ended up just getting a roll of thread in plum-blossom pink to make one on his own. the handiwork was clumsy, clearly amateurish with the bronze coin woven into the accessory. it certainly resembled the shape of a tassel — if you didn't look at the finer details too closely and for too long. you could see him look embarrassed at the quality and was already regretting giving it to you. but how could you not want his sincere gift? you loved it, flaws and all, because it was from him and you wanted to be reminded of the idea that this perfectionist still could make mistakes. you pull him down for a kiss. and then another. and another, until you were peppering his whole face in kisses because your heart couldn't handle this gap in his personality. your poor love, look at how red his face had become. he didn't know whether to be happy that you liked his gift this much, or feel shy at the public show of affection in a place where everyone in the sect could possibly see? you can't help but snicker mischievously as you skipped away from the scene — leaving the poor boy in a flustered mess.

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⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! ft. heartslabyul

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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

your dish is…

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ICEBOX CAKE !!

♫ MERCURY - BYE BYE BADMAN

- riddle doesn’t know what he’s doing to an extant. if your offering to feed him a strawberry while you work, he wouldn’t mind :D<3 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s definitely watched over treys shoulder while he made tarts so he knows how to do some things. he sticks to and follows your every word so he doesn’t mess up this delicious delicacy. ⠀⠀ - it definitely gets messy but hey, its the thought that counts. plus, he has such a determined twinkle in his eye as he mixes the ingredients together :(⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - this is a recipe that requires vanilla wafers and y’all definitely feed each other one before crushing the rest up with lovestruck smiles on your faces. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he makes them on his own to bring to the heartslabyul tea parties and they get better every time, he’s the sweetest

“do i add the strawberries on top of the cake like, this?”

“yeah! and if you reposition them, they’re little bunnies :)”

“gods, i love you😭”

ACE TRAPPOLA

your dish is…

CHERRY TURNOVERS !!

♫ ウマーベラス - MONKEY MAJIK

- for ace, you have to get him a second bowl of cherries so he doesn’t eat the ones for the recipe… but to make up for that, listens to the playlist you’ve made together while you make your treats ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he knows a couple things about cooking because he cooks with his brother once and a while. like to enhance the taste of tart cherries, add honey, cinnamon, or cloves, maybe all three if you really want it that way! shows off his amazing cooking magic tricks with you too ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - no doubt engulfs you in a hug from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder while you mix the glaze and adds some vanilla extract when you need it. ace lets you pin his hair up so it doesn’t get in his face as he focuses on drawing cute faces on the turnovers with the freshly made glaze. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - smooch the powdered sugar from his face please‼️

“how many cherries do you think i can fit in my mouth?”

“you’re not getting any more cherries >:[“

“aw…”

DEUCE SPADE

your dish is…

VANILLA CRÈME BRÛLÈE !!

♫ 就寝御礼 - PSYQUI

- deuce has quite a lot of cooking experience since he helps his mom around the house. he likes to keep his food simple and within his range so you helping him means a lot no matter the simplicity ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - 99% of the time he’s kissing you in a way of saying thanks when you do something for him. you get the ingredients out? kith. you preheat the oven? mwah. cooking with you is one of his favorite things now, he must say thank you, its only polite. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so neat when he cooks! if he were to spill something, he would pause to clean it up, got that from his momma. deuce dances with you as the brûlée bakes and watches movies with you while it cools down to pass the two hours. almost always has something smeared on his face. ⠀⠀⠀ - literally loves adding the sugar his brûlée with various things and addicted to making hearts on yours or, like, putting yours in a heart shaped bowl. and it would turn out SO GOOD, he likes to say that its because of all the kisses he gives you.

“here’s your brûlée by the way, i made sure i warmed it up so it might be hot”

“oh, thank you, bubba. but you didnt have to bring it to me, i would’ve came to get it..”

“you looked too comfortable :(“

CATER DIAMOND

your dish is…

SPICY LAYERED CHOCOLATE MOUSSE SQUARES !!

♫ OCEANE - RINI

- cater isn’t a fan of anything sweet but he doesn’t mind putting some sugar in yours in case you don’t like it. cooking with him really is aesthetically pleasing, music in the background, perfect lighting, and sweetness! he doesn’t have much experience in cooking so its up to you to lead him. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so energetic that it’s contagious, you both are bouncing balls of energy. also goes live from time to time while you cook together and his fans are living off of it. smears chocolate on your nose so he can kiss it off. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - you both take so many selfies, his favorite one is the both of you touching noses with unsweetened whipped cream on them, its now his lock screen. surprisingly the most messiest in the kitchen but has a great sense of balance when it comes to ingredients. cater also finds his cooking time with you down time, a little space away from social media some days. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ - the spicy dessert looks really pretty on a serving plate so getting pictures are a must. by far his favorite thing he’s made with you, its such a comfort food for him.

“#ihavethebestsignificantother.. #iliveformyloverscooking…”

“dont actually put those as your hashtags cater😭😭”

TREY CLOVER

your dish is…

CANDIED VIOLET CUPCAKES !!

♫ SLOWMOTION - SAKANACTION

- tray is the most skilled in cooking and is known to make desserts for his younger siblings and his dorm. adores cooking with someone because he loves quality time with you even if its as simple as baking cupcakes, his favorite no less ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he saves some extra candied violets for decoration and also just to eat in general. he’s the type to have matching aprons and tie yours for you :) he has one of those “kiss the chef” aprons in which you do give him little kisses. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - stands behind you and cups your hands in his as your mixing the batter or frosting, he’s a little romantic☺️. tray tells you about his day in immense detail which leads to talking for hours. (since he’s usually quiet in class and focuses on his studies without getting involved in anything, he always has the juiciest drama) ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - to get free kisses, you put frosting on your lips >:). tray also plays little jokes on you while you’re mixing the ingredients together because your reactions are the highlight of his day

“wait, don’t add the egg batter in yet, we gotta add oyster sauce.”

“we gotta add what?😃”

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Nicki Minaj Ft. Drake - Needle Lyrics

Nicki Minaj Ft. Drake - Needle Lyrics Intro: Nana Fofie I mean, I don't know if I like girls, I saw Sheila at Seraphin Maybe we had too much tequila Actually, yeah, we definitely had too much tequila 'cause I don't know why I'm even playin' on your phone right now I'ma just block you, bye Verse 1: Drake If these diamonds in my ear can't weigh me down now What makes you think you could weigh me down? Stop it right now Friends were pessimistic 'bout our love, heard they tight now We both know they're miserable at home, fuck 'em all If this Rollie on my wrist can't weigh me down, eh-eh-mm What makes you think you could weigh me down? Stop it right now Friends they like it better when you're down, let's not talk about it It's just you and me and Chorus: Drake I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back Please, obey that, don't delay that, my lil' wild eye Been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back Let's engage that, don't delay that You're like a needle, life's a haystack Friends they can leave us, you could stay back Verse 2: Nicki Minaj I could stay back, I could take that Come and lay back on our way back Make a movie, watch the playback Nah, don't save that, I don't play that (Penny, penny) Penny, penny whining Ah badman, he wanna taste the icing Gyal, haffi, gyal, haffi, gyal, haffi give me my ting Commission for the game that I be providing I was in Trinidad, let us consider that Immigrant to a boss, bitches bitter and mad Poppin' out like a cork, ducking 'em like Björk Bitches get out of line, I give 'em one of dem talks I tell 'em, "Send a jet," a Valentino drip See, like the way it grip My hips, cuppin' my breasts Shadin' like silhouettes, spinnin' like pirouettes It gave nothin', bitch, thank you for zero, next Damn, Drizzy, another bitter ex, shout out my intellects Chorus: Drake, Drake & Nicki Minaj I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back Please, obey that, don't delay that, my lil' wild eye Been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back Let's engage that, don't delay that You're like a needle, life's a haystack Friends they can leave us, you could stay back Bridge: Nicki Minaj, Nana Fofie, Nicki Minaj & Nana Fofie Baby, and you're still my baby I know I get crazy I know I get feisty (Ah-ah-ah) Baby, and you're still my baby You said I will make it I'm so glad we made it (So glad we made it) Gyal ah gwan from the likkle island gyal to CEO Man ah gwan from Toronto, Canada to OVO Ghetto gyal have di wickedest slam, everybody know Gyal, haffi, gyal, haffi, gyal, haffi give me my ting Commission for the game that I be providing Chorus: Drake, Drake & Nicki Minaj I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back Please, obey that, don't delay that, my lil' wild eye Been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back Let's engage that, don't delay that You're like a needle, life's a haystack Friends they can leave us, you could stay back Outro: Nicki Minaj You can stay back, you can stay back, you can stay back Can stay back, can stay back Mm-hmm, mm-hmm Read the full article

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Coldcut - True Skool

Most people come into music, do the same thing for a few years, slowly sink back into obscurity and spend the rest of their life collecting publishing royalties and re-forming for tribute tours. Their biographies can afford to be quite short – most of us aren’t that interested in golf or angling.

Whomsoever dont know best get to know were to cool Giving them cuts so cold it's true skool Far from the regular nothin used to Them kind of style is shock and spruce too Mind and soul in tune and loose too (Cooler than, cooler than cool!)

Till a badman, get out! move from here! Tonight we celebrate like we dont care, you just Pump your fist and stamp your footsie If you cant dance just wiggle your tootsie All nations site from the rebel arrangement Rebel engagement - peace in the lover! Calypso dance hall punk step and dub! New wave old wave genre define

Spitting on the a list we know the line Its the application of the citation, its the Iration of the of a gyration, its the Inclination of them that's inclined to Keep the thing mine For tis the bigger picture Biblical decendants scribes a new scripture Articulation of the incantation is the Foundation of the emancipation

Mind weight ready warped Roads of many sign distraction Many find time for tubby bye bye Me oh my my oh me Tis it so simplistic Child's play man's play Could it be sadistic? Head space locked in them plastic gods There's too much! there's too many reasons! To keep deceiving To keep on believing in the Oh blah ra ra the sloganeers The crocodile pain, the crocodile tears She dont really need that brand new nose And he dont really need slave shoes or slave clothes But were far too busy to keep our mind privy Too the blessed is the man and the Grammar the host ease

Ready to receive the rich a cold breeze All we really need is to plant the god seed Something to live for Something to believe

[kimsonvalon]

The Stone Roses - Bye Bye Badman (audio only)

[aegissi]

🎧!

wave by bye bye badman 🌊

[rastronomicals]

2:13 PM EDT March 31, 2024:

The Stone Roses - "Bye Bye Badman" From the album The Stone Roses (March 13, 1989)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[teentroubles]

'You're always right about love' by Bye Bye Badman.

[redredr1111]

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[ohsharethekmusic]

Song : Summer

Artist : The Volunteers

Album : The Volunteers

[athenastits]

Bye Bye Bad Man (1989) - The Stone Roses