I think everyone knows how I sometimes watch bloody senseless shows like E.
But it's not that bad, really.
Then i switched to MTV.
I realized hip hop is just fine when you're in a club and a little bit tipsy and you're more into dancing than listening to the rubbish lyrics.
This song came on by Flo Rida (the oh so cool version of Florida. why do they do that?)
and it was called Elevator. (omg it rhymes!)
The first thing I thought of was another song called Elevator love letter by Stars.
Clearly, I shouldn't have done that because it just made it all the more obvious how impossibly inane Flo Rida's lyrics were.
Here, you compare:
Elevator by Flo Rida
Talk to me girl, Let me tell you girl.
Got you stuck on my elevator.
Get it up. On my ehh o ehh oh.
Hey
My first flo stopped a gold diggin' woman
Money cash flow all big faced hundreds
Stuntin' on the pole got them b-boys running
Shorty got both broke can't see what's comin'
Wear them apple bottoms, wear them apple bottoms honey
Dolce and Gabbana and she get it from her mommy
Louis bags, rich, Gucci, Fendi and Armani
See the carrots on her wrist now she pimps Bugs Bunny
Used to date Kanye now she want me
While I got my juice wanna take my OJ
It ain't her birthday but her name on the cake
If I ever play for booty grade A
Got you stuck on my (yeah)
On my elevator (uh huh)
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!
My First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz.
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh
She got her nails bid, she got her hair bid
She got a Gucci bag, her brand new outfit
Stuck on my elevator, she on the second floor
Now I want you to break it down, DJ turn it up some more
Hey, dime piece girl; True Religion, Ed Hardy
Little mama twerk that top model body
South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati
I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari
omg, I'm not even going to put up the entire song because I get annoyed at all the senseless words in it.
His entire music video consisted of him having hot (not really) girls coming into the lift and dancing and shoving their boobies at him. And he did the same thing all the time, jam the lift to let them dance a bit more.
And why is there the need to throw such huge brand names around?
Ducati, Ferrari, Gucci, Fendi, Armani?
Because now that you've used up all these brand names once, doesn't mean you're not going to use it in your next song. So if half your songs are filled up with a Brand-naming contest, couldn't my nine-month old baby sister do the same thing too?
And besides, it's not like there's a need to use those brand names!
I've used brand names in songs too, (like one) but there's a point to it.
I don't fill my song up with brand names for the heck of it.
All these songs, they're all the same bad food with different gravy.
And you're the one on TV.
Here, now compare this with the song I was uber focused on while the afore mentioned one was raping my ears:
Stars - Elevator Love Letter
I'm so hard for a rich girl.
My heels are high, my eyes cast low
and I don't know how to love.
I get too tired after mid-day, lately
I take it out on my good friends,
but the worst stays in or where would I begin?
My office glows all night long.
It's a nuclear show and the stars are gone.
Elevator, elevator, take me home.
I'm so hot for the rich girl,
Her heels so high and my hopes so low,
'Cause I don't know how to love.
I'll take her home after midnight
and if she likes, I'll tell her lies
of how we'll be in love by the morning.
I don't think she'll know that I'm saying goodbye...
My office glows all night long
It's a nuclear show and the stars are gone.
Elevator, elevator, take me home.
Don't go. Say you'll stay.
Spend a lazy Sunday in my arms,
I won't take anything away.
It's not that I hate hiphop. I don't. If you can block out
Unfortunately, today I was settled down with my oreos and milk, tuning in and paying attention.
Here's another one (This is a rant, clearly, you might get bored. just skim through the lyrics, they don't mean that much anyway)
T.I. Whatever You Like Lyrics
Songwriters: Harris, Clifford; Scheffer, James; Siegel, David; Washington, K.V.
(are the songwriters white dude? amahgad. no wonder!)
So the video started out with this girl working at a fastfood joint being daaaamn starstruck by him and he slips her his number. And she is estatic (omg I would die if i behaved like that. boy crazy or not. disgusting)
Well, the entire music video showed him pampering her like crazy but while at the beginning she seemed besotted by him, she suddenly seems way more interested in his money and material offerings now. Which didn't entirely make sense to me, but you know, whatever.
Anyhoos, she is clearly very very wrapped up in all his material gifts and even on the red carpet, she starts of seeming all shy and unsteady and is hogging the cameras the next minute.
The music video actually made A LOT more sense than the lyrics and was definitely better than ELEVATOR but the lyrics kind of just made it seem like she was sleeping with him for all his material wealth.
Look see,
Yeah, late night sex so wet, it's so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin' to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's, I swear
Yeah, I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go, get it, I buy it
Tell 'em other broke niggas be quiet
Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like
"I want your body, I need your body"?!
SO WHAT! SO IF YOU NEED IT I SHOULD GIVE IT TO YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU GAVE ME A CONVERTIBLE AH?
grumble.
My stand might confuse you.
I don't have a problem with social escorts, because this is a completely ENTIRELY different matter.
This is like,
hmm, I want to be your boyfriend because I want your body. So I will give you lots of money.
HELLO! If I'm going to do trade offs with my body, I am going to name my price. I am not an object to be bought. A Bentley is not equivalent to my naked body.
And what is with the girl? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!
How come she's suddenly so interested in his goods?
oh and check out this part of his lyrics:
Rize in big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
Thang, get so wet, ya hit so right
Let me put this big boy in yo life
That's right, yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet
Crude much!
Somehow if there was a point to these kind of lyrics rather than just being showoff-ish about your dick then it'd be more acceptable.
I mean, you know me, right?
It's not like I have a problem with sex or nudity or swear words (oh no, mommy i sound like you!), but i just for some reason, couldn't stand this.
GRUNT.
eurgh.
ANYWAY,
LETS HAVE A GOOD CHEER UP WITH SOME DECENT MUSIC AND LYRICS!((:
This is
Just Like a Pill by P!nk
This is a live video and might get a bit loud.
BUT after listening to it, try to catch the last thirty seconds or so of the live performance.
It's fantastic, ending off by cutting the lights.
Then she talks a bit and there's this super cute bit where someone throws a random fluffy looking thing on stage and she just stares at it. hahahahaha
Go to youtube and get the music video. It's sexy, I like.
Sorry, I've got a huuuge thing for P!nk because she's got fantastic lyrics.
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