Lyrics containing the term: singsongs — Page #2 (2025)

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I am a fishI swim in the oceanYes yes I amBingBong SingSong is the best singer ever. (Idk why it says bingbong singsong instead Of sussy)Yes yesThe Roblox tornado is a Spotify subscriptionPut three oranges in the basket, then turn left onto McDonald road, but only on SaturdayDoctor Minyak is a lamp that likes swimming in cardboard boxes that are a Roku Express streaming stickYes yesMusical instruments are very scaryThey can turn into Bluetooth fish if you throw them at a Mountain Dew canBut luckily the pear can save the day by flying through the air very quickly in slow MotionThe pear can also transform into a 2017 style Roblox characterYes yes, it canThe pear can provide air conditioning tooYes yes, it canIt is a wonderful pearYes yes, it isThe door is an iPhone but with wingsHow many television remotes are inside of a sandwich?

I didn't use you, but I wish I hadI never liked you, but I wish I didBut I wish I did Whether it was soaking in your poppy teaOr your southern hospitalityYour voice has a sing-song qualityAnd bones were made to be brokenAnd bones were made to be broken Yes, all right, I canWith sunburned lips I can bitchYes, all right, I canWith sunburned lips I can bitchAbout another stupid summerAbout another stupid summerAbout another stupid summerAbout another stupid summer Paste eaters like this sad seasonStrong women gripe and bite your heavy tonguesAnd bite your heavy tongues Whether it was soaking in your poppy teaOr your southern hospitalityYour voice has a sing-song qualityAnd bones were made to be brokenAnd bones were made to be broken Yes, all right, I canWith sunburned lips I can bitchYes, all right, I canWith sunburned lips I can bitchAbout another stupid summerAbout another stupid summerAbout another stupid summerAbout another stupid summer

Now as I said the front room was a place where we had celebrationsUsually, singsongs.When we very young, when I was 13 years old, our oldest sister cameBack from Canada where she had emigrated after the war and she diedIn tragic circumstances.

Who's that craven little scribeChording from a hovelDancing on the face Of the spade of the shovelSquawking human while theCatbirds trill triple double doubleTruth might be a ringA singsong thingThe good crow scolds the peregrine from belowIt knows the robin pinned under the toeNot a parry for every thrustSometimes thwart sometimes shushSometimes the wish bone is the clavicleOf a pack animalMurder in the morning To feed the youngStrange tides amok in theGreat UnsungTruth might be a ringA singsong thingThe I in the it in the bitIn the none

Oohh… I want my freedom!!When you call me Obrigado SingsongStep on the stage mi another new bornMi I be SingsongShout out to my freedomBri Bri

We'll burn the empires to the groundWe're caving in once againNothing to hear but shouting nowRetrograde the same mistake againAgain again againWe'll wind up dead soEverything is going wrongLet's all have a sing-songIf you know it sing alongI feel a burning on my tongueWe're gonna burn the house downBurn the house down againI hear a pounding on my heartWe're gonna burn the house downBurn the house down againAgain again againWho cares if everyone is goneThey were all so wrongA mindless relenting drought of thoughtNothing in their heads but darknessWhy are they so distraughtEverything is going wrongLet's all have a sing-songIf you know it sing alongEverything is going wrongLet's all have a sing-songIf you know it sing alongThoughts rewinding in my headWent too far and now I'm deadWaiting to be born againI feel a burning on my tongueWe're gonna burn the house downBurn the house down againI hear a pounding on my heartWe're gonna burn the house downBurn the house down againAgain again again

Crazy singsongAye!! eh eh oh oo ohfor this life

I don't thinkI want to knowWhat happens when the words flowDown the streamWhile the basin looks peacefulThe hooks in the river would killAnythingAnd IDon'tWant you toLet me tell you howBad it could getWhen you tell someoneA little secretIt could mean yourDOOMDanger Danger DangerYou've goneAnd told everyoneDanger Danger DangerYou've soldThe rights to your own tongueDanger Danger DangerMaybeNext time you won't beSuch a singsongLies could getOff your chestAnd hurt your miserableLove lifeSecrets tend to mystifyAnd leave youTo yourselfAll aloneBut IDon'tWant you toLet me tell you howBad it could getWhen you tell someoneA little secretIt could mean yourDOOMDanger Danger DangerYou've goneAnd told everyoneDanger Danger DangerYou've soldThe rights to your own tongueDanger Danger DangerMaybeNext time you won't beSuch a singsongOh you shouldn't have told them thatOh you shouldn't have told anyoneYou shouldn't have told them what you've doneGODanger Danger DangerYou've goneAnd told everyoneDanger Danger DangerYou've soldThe rights to your own tongueDanger Danger DangerMaybeNext time you won't beSuch a singsong

I listen to the sound of Euros fallingTo those rap songs everyone is singingWhen my survivors are gathered againWe play pool during a pelting of rainThe beloved one is ravaged for his departureAnother perjurer friend has just leftThe dream for another year is dead fleshAnd this thought tortures meI just wanted a relaxing doomsdayThey try to impose a singsong in my brainThat it's all over at the first icy-drops rainOr the reaching of a certain dateI just wanted a relaxing doomsdayOh, I have so many things to sayThe best party is in the most hated cityReceiving "I'm here" from you is meatyAfter you had been vapor for weeksYour incoherence tore me with its beakYou love smelling Sauvage on my cheeksI love flaunting that way, that's uniqueWe were taking last photos on a bargeWearing singlets, we are in chargeAnd the memory sweetens the paceI don't want to face a disgraceI make grow the bush of my mazeAnd this thought tortures meI just wanted a relaxing doomsdayThey try to impose a singsong in my brainThat it's all over at the first icy-drops rainOr the reaching of a certain dateI just wanted a relaxing doomsdayOh, I have so many things to sayAgainst a window shopLet's taste the sights we knowGlass behind the shoulderTime is not a murdererI just wanted a relaxing doomsdayThey try to impose a singsong in my brainThat it's all over at the first icy-drops rainOr the reaching of a certain date

is another one otune up the mic tune up the mic yehsingsong, singsongI wake up this morningand I go down on my knees hereit's a joyful day, happy daylet's celebrate and jubilate osingsong, singsong365day we still dey roll ooluwa blessing cover meI no dey jonz oSabi oluwa lo seyilo seyi , no be nobodySabi oluwa lo seyilo seyi no be man o ohyou no let water pass garriI don't know why you loveme so hehehehe heyse ni ma se ope oooma jijo Ayose ni ma se ope oooma jijo Ayooluwami na your gracena your grace na your grace o Lord ooluwami na your gracena your grace na your grace o Lord ooluwami na your gracena your grace ehn ehn ecena your grace o Lord.

Now goThere are thoseWho will hurt youAnd this justWon't doAnd there are thoseWho'll bring you loveSweet loveListen up!You will grow strongWish you luckSing-songStars that shineOne day maybeYours and mineBabyAnd there are thoseWho'll bring you loveSweet love

Yeah)Falling for you, falling (I'm on already)I'm falling for your loveI'm calling for your love, babyBaby, you're the only one I wantI ain't playing gamesI'll be on it every night till the endingCome through with the special kinda loving, lovingGirl, you got me in my feelingsDon't know how you got a bad man trippingLoving you make me wanna believeThat this love things gotta be realBaby girl, you bad and you knowGot a bad man and you knowWe can sing-song on a lowYou know I come through in a rowBaby girl, you bad and you knowGot a bad man and you knowWe can sing-song on a lowYou know I come through in a rowBaby, I want youI'm falling for your loveI'm calling for your loveBaby, please, babyFalling for you, fallingI'm falling for your loveI'm calling for your love, baby

It was a Gaga faux-pasSitting on a choo-chooDressed in a tutuCous-cous booboo(Gaga faux-pasSitting on a choo-chooDressed in a tutuCous-cous booboo)There's an all-night takeaway near meThey've got a table-tennis table and karaokeThought I'd give it a go, so I did some Jay-ZI was wearing my favourite beach-shoesIt was a hip-hop sing-songDressed in my flip-flopsDown at the non-stopPing pong chip-shop(Hip-hop sing-songDressed in my flip-flopsDown at the non-stopPing pong chip-shop)My wife went left me for another blokeOn the day a big, tragic news story brokeHe was a pilot and every time he spokeHe said he loved drugs and Star Wars.

Interlude 7 (6 sec)CHORUS REPRISE (SINGSONG)With a boing, spring, hip, hap, hopHop in the air with a flippity flop!MEDIUM OUTRO (4-6 sec)

I’m always on my phone I barely moveMy teachers think I have a attitude I know she hates me yeah I love you toI’m lazy less I got something to proveHello goodbye this ain’t a singsong I’m way too gone to be around youJust another dayMakes me runaway I need a escapeOn the goGoGoGoGoGo

I think I needed a bean mouth boy who ordered the bits I think I needed a sing-song friend with quick quips And a flapjack stack to share Cus what's a little TV to keep you inside Away from all the monkeys in the tree and the snakes on the moss bed clearing which probably had a name but I forgotI never made the rules and I always tried not to cry Mapping out the forest by day DS under covers by night Makes sense except You lose me at Neil deGrasse Tyson DVDsAnd soccer highlight reals What was my dealCome out come out come outNever destined to be an inventor Step into sight I never played dress upLet's make a dealI could never describe my emotions I think I could have used someone to tell me how I feel I think I needed a bean mouth boy who ordered the bits I think I needed a sing-song friend with quick quips And a flapjack stack to shareWhat's good what's good what's good I think I'm insane I think I'm obsessed I'll never know what's best Cus what's a little TVI think I might be OK Singing about cartoonsCus now I'm such a fucking dorkAnd I want it that way

Seven winters past and goneI once was young and I once was strongShannadee- ah dee ah deeSix fine times I've felt memoriesBuckled to your sweet releaseShannadee- ah dee ah deeFive times tried to conjure youAnother letter, note or clueShannadee- ah dee ah deeAnd I'm going to tell everybodyI know that I'm glad to see youAnd I'm going to tell everybodyI know that I'm glad to see youEven though you're coming homeIn a box of cedarFor four years you courted IYour raven hair, your brittle brideShannadee- ah dee ah deeThree more times I tried to find itAnother to match your sweet kindShannadee- ah dee ah deeAnd I'm going to tell everybodyI know that I'm glad to see youAnd I'm going to tell everybodyI'm know that I glad to see youEven though you're comin' homeIn a box of cedar[sing-song]What am I to fill these roomsI make it want the drop of youShannadee- ah dee ah deeSeven winters past and goneI once was young and I once was strongShannadee- ah dee ah dee

I'm gonna drown in a seaOf deep confusionSomebody told me, I don't know whoWhenever you are sad and blueAnd you're feelin' all alone and left behindJust take a look inside you you'll findYou gotta hold onHold on through the nightHang onThings will be all rightEven when it's dark and not a bit of sparklingSing-song sunshine from aboveSpreading rays of sunny loveJust hang onHang on to the vineStay onSoon you'll be divineIf you start to cry, look up to the skySomething's coming up aheadTo turn your tears to dew insteadAnd so I hold on to his adviceWhen change is hard and not so niceIf you listen to your heart the whole night throughYour sunny someday will come one day soon to you

(WOOOOOOO)I got it from here Ransom, uhhHomey put your order downRich thugs all aroundRoll up, quarter poundNiggas flow watered downHomey I'm a block boySkittles give you lockjawBe there in the top drawerStay up in the top floorNigga I'm the whole package (package)I will have the doctorSewin yo' ass up like clothes fabricsCause nigga I'm the best andI don't know Cali (Cali)Ball like Michael, Philly, old Mavericks(OLD Mavericks)Block shit twat and your flow garbage(garbage) you ain't shootin shitYou're pressin chargesI will help you niggas find GodSurf down sing-song your iPodsDemolish you niggas bill box you outStraight Ben Wallace you niggasYou know you better get your moneyGuns and soldiers 'Fore you try to diss meTo get some exposureNigga got my bars up, guns longStocks high and my scope outI'm aimin for the top five, look!

The world is collapsingAround our earsI turned up the radioBut I can't hear itWhen I got to the houseAnd I called you outI could tell that you had been crying, cryingIt's that same sing-song on the radioMakes me sadI meant to turn it offTo say goodbyeTo leave in quiet, that radio song (see ya)Hey, hey, hey (ha-ha)I've everything to hide (everything to hide)Look into my eyesListenWhen I got to the showYo, ho, hoI could tell that you had been crying, cryingIt's that same sing-song and the DJ sucksIt makes me sadI tried to turn it off (turn it off)To say goodbye, my loveThat radio songHey, hey, heyThe world is collapsingAround our earsI turned up the radioBut I can't hear itYeahI tried to sing alongBut damn that radio song (man) hey, hey, heyHey, hey, heyI've everything to show (everything to show)I've everything to hide (everything to hide)Look into my eyes, listen to the radioI turned up the radioBut I can't hear itNo, I can't hear itHey, hey, heyhey, hey, heyHey, hey, heyHey, hey, hey (yeah, hup)Hey, hey, hey (say what, say what, say what?)

yetune I hear say your mama get am plentythat why you carry plenty like this ogirl I know say u gat the body Mr singsong me gat the moneysay your body dey sweet my tummywey dey make me dey shout kilode okilode kilode kilodeah yayayatake you to sowtoomo to shan, omo to na omo pa take you to miami, omo dunomo to sexy ganbaby se oma mo ile mije kalo sa konkobilow oye..ye..ye..yefor your matter I no go tiredwhen u enter you make me mentalvoo..gahfalling for you my baby girlfalling for youfalling for you my darlingfalling for youfalling for you my baby girlfalling for youfalling for you my darlingfalling for youcome give me more of your lovingloving loving baby girl na you I wanting wanting wantingwey dey singsongtake my money and give me your love ohoyoyotake my body and give me your love oh..oyoyovoo gaspoyi ma tinzI geti one question na your body be the answeranswer answer yeh..so baby don't doll omy baby come closercloser ye ye ye..

Soft in essence purity, came to me in blissful dreams,And bade me follow sleepily to sights we few have never seen,I dropped down to join her view, I fit quite well her feline saunter,Rings and echos past we two, a sing-song call did beckon her,And with her heart she looked at me,saw me as a fellow being,It seems she was about to speak,of other worlds and times.

You ain't got a one man bandYou just want a fund for your sadnessTryna get by with no talent, challengedIma sing-song like a natural, uhTryna get through to the musicGunna get knowledge, gunnin to use itI would never lie for a bandAnd still Ima sing-song like a natural, uhIma get high two timesIma smoke out on the porchIma get sly with the rhymeIma get slick when I do it baby, uhQueue the lights, improve my lifeThe bud was blue, I blew it twicePersue the knife, abusin to use itI choose to lose my grip on lifeI can see through, I'm the one that did itIf you come through Ima eat youMama never beat youEverything you do's so see-throughIma backwash a whole catalogueAnimal, clearin all datalogsActin like a primateMonkey sees it's angeryOrangutan on TanquerayMy stream is full, the tank is EMy brain is weakThe days and weeks and months all blend to haze for me"Wait til' she's fallen asleep, that's when they killed her"Since a kid, little spittin image, I was such a misfitGettin damage, I'm a Descendent, I Like FoodNo one really drops what I'm tryna doAllular: money?