Party Of One (feat. Sam Smith) - Brandi Carlile

I regret that I told the world That you were with me And I regret how I showed the world That you were pretty I never thought I'd learn so much So much from being lonely But I guess I didn't learn enough 'Cause now you won't hold me I guess I got lost in the moment I guess I got lost in the fall I guess I got lost in your heartbeat In the thrill of it all And I guess you were goddamn perfect 'Cause every single time you call I remind myself of what I lost that night, my love In the thrill of it all In the thrill of it all Even though we weren't in love It was far from lust Mmm, yeah, you were beautiful But in you, I could trust Others, they warned my heart They said I would lose fast They said that you were stompin' ground And soon to be my past I guess I got lost in the moment I guess I got lost in the fall I guess I got lost in your heartbeat In the thrill of it all And I guess you were goddamn perfect 'Cause every single time you call I remind myself of what I lost that night, my love In the thrill of it all, oh In the thrill of it all And I guess you were goddamn perfect 'Cause every single time you call I remind myself of what I lost that night, my love I remind myself of what I lost that night, my love I remind myself of what I lost that night, my love In the thrill of it all

Keep thinkin' that I'm seein' water You're playing tricks on me in the sun See your shadow in the courtyard Stays until the day is done The desert don't end, the rain don't fall And I can't pretend I don't want you all 'Cause I want you all You all, you all, you all Oh, babe, I really need you My feelings gettin' deeper My mind is in a free fall But there's nothing I can do when it comes to you You play with my emotions I'm flowin' like the ocean I pray for your devotion 'Cause there's nothing I can do when it comes to you My oa-, my oa-, my oasis My oa-, my oa-, my oasis My oa-, my oa-, my oasis There's nothing I can do when it comes to you Wait a minute, tell me why you're movin' like that Na, you wey I choose, but you make it so hard I gave you my heart, you're makin' it so dark But there's nothing I can do when it comes to you You takin' it for granted A lot of silence, the river don't end 'Cause I want you all, yeah You all, you all, you all Oh, babe, I really need you (oh, baby) My feelings gettin' deeper My mind is in a free fall But there's nothing I can do when it comes to you You play with my emotions I'm flowin' like the ocean I pray for your devotion 'Cause there's nothing I can do when it comes to you My oa-, my oa-, my oasis My oa-, my oa-, my oasis My oa-, my oa-, my oasis There's nothing I can do when it comes to you My oa-, my oa-, my oasis My oa-, my oa-, my oasis My oa-, my oa-, my oasis There's nothing I can do when it comes to you I remember say me tell you You're my all and you're my everything And me tell you 'til it's all over Oluwa Burna, oh

Big Willie! Git on the floor! Whoa! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin' Oh! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin' Dance, an aphrodisiac Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts To stimulating musical tracks I thought I was just gon' come out tonight an' get a brew an' relax But no! Uh uh, when you're the party starter It's like you're on call, you're what the doctor ordered It's like you gotta block the border to the door And shock em when it's boring Git on the floor! Ughh, it's the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest Tight, strapped to my chest Like, I'ma run up in the party hollerin' An' be like "Ohhh!", fulfillin' my callin' Big! (Big), Will! (Will), that's my name, whoop! Writin' rhymes, that's my game, whoop! Ask me again and I'll tell you the same, whoop! Just write ya number down right next to ya name, girl Oh! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin' Oh! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin' He was raised in the days when the roof was raised Every rap occasion, new an' amazing The back of the stage amazed and gazin' Prayin for the day they would one day praise him Studied the ways of the game an' made it Came through the maze an' the haze an' played it perfect Days any person hated an' cursed him, he was unfazed He waited, it was worth it, he never retaliated He saved it, slavin', on the road blazin' Days when he was low, nothin' could raise him He came to the show an' somethin' uncaged in him Like the pope, but its party crusade I'm like braids that's never gon' fade (ya heard) I'm like, 23's on an Escalade, throw me into the rave Like you threw a grenade, boom! Oh! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin' Oh! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin' I call for the days of the unadulterated When the artistry was cultivated You know, back when rap was smart and multilayered We could rap without A&R's an' ultimatums (damn) Now today I could say I long for the days when the party was all about Partyin' I was a mini-party starter then My mind bends when I call my pen The big question should I run the mind a vittle Food for thought or dumb the rhyme a little But Will "if you come to high that'll alienate folks and they won't buy It"(Yo) Look, people getting trapped in the track And they be clappin', even when the rappin' is wack Yo, what happened, when did we get happy wit that? He's old-fashioned (yup), but let's be happy he's back (Ya heard me!) Oh! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin' Oh! I'm the Party Starter You might have a good time but we party harder So, tell the DJ to play my song We could dance all night to the early mornin'

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour