Lyric Match: Renaissance (2022) Flashcards
You know love is my weakness
Don’t need drugs for some freak shit
I’m just high all the time, I’m out of my mind
I’m That Girl
Blue like the soul I crowned
Purple drank and couture gowns
Gold fangs, a shade God made
Blue, black, white, and brown
Cozy
You see pleasure in my glare
Look over my shoulder and you ain’t scared
The effects you have on me when you stare
Head on a pillow, hike it in the air
Alien Superstar
Hypersonic, sex erotic
On my body, boy, you got it
Hit them ‘draulics, while I ride it
Cuff It
We was chillin’, mindin’ our business
Poppin’ our pain and champagne through the ceiling
Energy
I’ma let down my hair ‘cause I lost my mind
Bey is back and I’m sleepin’ real good at night
Break My Soul
I’m finally on the other side, I finally found the urge to smile
Swimmin’ through the oceans of tears we cried (tears that we’ve cried)
Church Girl
Say, say you won’t change
I love the little things that make you, you
Ooh, the rest of the world is strange
Stay in our lane, just you and me, and our family
Plastic of the Sofa
Your hands, your hands so strong when they’re grippin’ on me, yeah
So, dance, all night long to the throb, baby, feel the beat
Virgos Groove
You are so horribly satanic
The way you lead me around
I feel just like the Titanic
I’m always going down, down, down, down
Move
Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish I was complacent?
Boy, you must’ve mixed up our faces
Heated
Ooh, that’s that strawberry, that’s that grape and cherry
This that Ginsu, cut that bitch like culinary
Ooh, that’s that bounce, spend my money, make it count
If it’s lost then make it found
Just keep dropping that shit down
Thique
My eyes, yeah, they really like your smile
It stops the time, yeah, I’ll stay here for a while
You give me the really good feeling that I need (I need it)
Why don’t you take the time to really notice me?
All Up in Your Mind
When I step on the scene they
Can’t wait to back it up
Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain’t crack enough
I’m supplyin’ my man
I’m in demand soon as a I land
America Has a Problem
It should cost a billion to look that good
But she make it look easy ‘cause she got it
You can find the one when the tempo’s good
Four, three, I’m too fuckin’ busy
Pure/Honey