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BBZ
02:18
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I don’t know what to say so I don’t talk
I know it’s not okay to keep it in
I probably shouldn’t feel this
Does anybody know?
They can see it on my face oh no no no
I know I should say it but I won’t talk
I stumble down the stairs so I could fall
Don’t tell me how you feel cuz that’ll make it real
Am I crazy to want your babies?
See I’ve been thinking about that lately
I don’t really know you I’m going insane
But I really wanna walk around with your last name
Am I fucking crazy to want your babies?
You told me how you felt, oh God why?
There’s no going back now you’re in my mind
Can blame it on the new light, bet you wish you could
I know we’d be really really really really really good
I know that you feel it so we don’t talk
Am I crazy to want your babies?
See I’ve been thinking about that lately
I don’t really know you I’m going insane
But I really wanna walk around with your last name
Am I fucking crazy to want your babies?
Am I going crazy? Am I going insane?
Do you think I’m crazy? Do you think I’m insane?
Am I going crazy? Am I going insane?
Do you think I’m crazy? Do you think I’m insane?
I think I’m going crazy, I think I’m going insane
Do you think I’m crazy? Do you think I’m insane?
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Flowers
02:20
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I left my flowers in my pocket
See I’m okay now
I’ll stay away from romance - that shit blows up in my face -
Just gonna eat my greens and be good to my mamma
Pretty flowers d-die anyway
I was so alone
Couldn’t hang up the phone
Broke me down all on your own
I pretended you got better…
Now the scars aren’t fully gone
But I am light, I am stars
And that that’s just enough
I left my flowers in my pocket
See I’m okay now
I’ll stay away from romance - that shit blows up in my face -
Just gonna eat my greens and be good to my mamma
Pretty flowers d-die anyway
See my heart I had to follow
Need time alone a pill to swallow
It all comes d-down to me
Selfish I gotta be
From the ground I am growing
Just got a facial, got my glowing
And I am light, I am stars
And that that’s just enough
It’s just enough
And that that’s just enough
I left my flowers in my pocket
see I’m okay now
It’s just enough
And that that’s just enough
I left my flowers in my pocket
see I’m okay now
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4. |
Douchebag
02:58
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I’m counting clouds
Replaying every word
While the beach takes pieces of my broken heart
For once a sunburn helps to numb how I feel
I feel so stupid
Cuz everything you say turns out to be makeshift
And everything you sell everyone will buy it
And in the news they say how lucky I am
Douchebag better run, douchebag better
Baby look it’s on me, yeah it’s on me
Cuz I let you treat me like I was nothing more than your bitch
Now that I’m out of it I get it you’re a sad boy
You’re just a sad boy
Another mental breakdown
Cuz of shit that you said
You planned it I know it
Planted right in my head
I need a cleanse now
Purify my vows
Douchebag better run, douchebag better
Baby look it’s on me, yeah it’s on me
Cuz I let you treat me like I was nothing more than your bitch
Now that I’m out of it I get it you’re a sad boy
You’re just a sad boy
I’m naked from the sun
Naked just for fun
It’s my party now we’re done
Play with water guns
Do yourself a favour and learn from your behaviour
Douchebag better run, douchebag better
Baby look it’s on me, yeah it’s on me
Cuz I let you treat me like I was nothing more than your bitch
Now that I’m out of it I get it you’re a sad boy
You’re just a sad boy
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5. |
Miss Blumenfeld
02:52
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J’arrache les pétales
Soit qu’on va s’en sortir
Ou se laisser partir
Le dilemme est cruel j’peux pas t’vouloir à moitié
Tu mérites mon cœur entier
Et je m’endors dans mes pensées pour en rêver
J’ai toujours voulu plaire
Fatale femme nucléaire
Trop tôt déjà trop tard
Le mal est encore loin, allez viens faire un tour
Papapadapapadapapadapapadadam
Entre les ombres ma solitude me rappelle que j’avance sans toi
Sans toi
Épuisée de toujours revenir
Épuisant de toujours retenir
Alors je saute de mon nuage nulle part où atterrir
Les chances de m’en sortir, l’impression d’en mourir
La reine du drame
Oh non pas encore, je m’en vais faire un tour
Si je revenais dans un futur incertain
Seras-tu toujours dans le décor?
Auras-tu un nouveau trésor?
Entre les ombres ma solitude me rappelle que j’avance sans toi
Sans toi
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6. |
Pardon Me
03:16
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Take me through the loop, can you?
Nothing
Nothing kills me more than you
Than when you ignore me
Oh please do I bore you?
Hun
Let me be your muse
Can you let me be everything you wished for?
Just watch me baby
Hmmm
I want you checking on me
Ch-checking on me
Keep saying I’m pretty but it’s not enough
If you feel nothing
If you’re bluffing
Stay the hell away from me
Pardon me
(You can make me work for it but I’m not your toy honey)
Pardon me
(A crisp dollar bill won’t fool me honey)
Part of me
Likes to get spoiled but I know that
You take just what you need
You leave me here with nothing
Pardon me, pardon me
Do you need the proof that I - I can be
I can be your treasure deep
Or will you just let me show you?
Oh please can I show you?
I want you checking on me
Ch-checking on me
Keep saying I’m pretty but it’s not enough
If you feel nothing
If you’re bluffing
Stay the hell away from me
Pardon me
(You can make me work for it but I’m not your toy honey)
Pardon me
(A crisp dollar bill won’t fool me honey)
Part of me
Likes to get spoiled but I know that
You take just what you need
You leave me here with nothing
You kill me but I’m bound to you
Pardon me
(You can make me work for it but I’m not your toy honey)
Pardon me
(A crisp dollar bill won’t fool me honey)
Part of me
Likes to get spoiled but I know that
You take just what you need
You leave me here with nothing
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Out of order for a while
I’ve been faking through a white lie
If you could look at me you’d know that I just wanna cry
Yeah you’d know what’s on my mind
I don’t wanna say goodbye
I don’t wanna look behind
Wtf am I blind?
You’re the best thing I could find
I don’t wanna say goodbye
I don’t wanna look behind
Wtf what’s my problem?
Gotta leave, I gotta go
Dadadadaaaadada dadadadaaaadada
I misled you, I’m a trap
Since day one I knew I couldn’t let you in
And I learned exactly how to shut off what’s inside
I wish that we could press rewind
And know when to say goodbye
Even tho it makes me sad
Wtf am I blind?
You’re on standby playing fine
I don’t wanna say goodbye
I don’t wanna look behind
Wtf what’s my problem?
Gotta leave, I gotta go
Dadadadaaaadada dadadadaaaadada dadadadaaaadadaa aaahh
Cross my fingers you’re not bitter
But you ran into my best friend told her otherwise
And I can’t be mad about that, I know I pushed and pulled you back
Last thing I wanted was a shitty end
Yes, I hate to say goodbye
But I see no blue skies
PTSD got me feeling high
I don’t wanna say goodbye
I don’t wanna look behind
Wtf what’s my problem?
Gotta leave, I gotta go
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Mamie Lise
00:38
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Les fleurs
Pas les fleurs qu’on cultive
Mais les fleurs sauvages
Qui poussent là
R’garde y’a des champignons qui ont poussé en dessous d’un arbre
On les r’garde si c’est beau des champignons
Pourquoi qu’y a sorti des champignons?
- Huh -
La couleur
La couleur des feuilles là, c’est de toute beauté
- Ben oui hen -
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9. |
Solo Night
03:12
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Take me downtown where the sun comes up
I’ve been feeling low
He’s got me thinking ‘bout myself too much
Take me downtown where there’s no one left
We’ve been there before
I know a solo night’s gonna do me some good
He showed up late
Didn’t want me sober
Just a minute of him and his 10k bling turned me off
He gets his way
Hostile take over
But imma lose my shit, this hypocrite’s gotta go
Tell me you don’t see me and know that I’m way too good for you
Imma split now, imma call my, imma call my girls up
Take me downtown where the sun comes up
I’ve been feeling low
He’s got me thinking ‘bout myself too much
Take me downtown where there’s no one left
We’ve been there before
I know a solo night’s gonna do me some good
You say “I resist, I’m a bitch”
But I’m a tough tough one
Can’t you tell?
I won’t cry for you baby
Loop in my head
Or hide in my bed
When you called me undertone
I held together so fine
But imma lose my shit, this hypocrite’s gotta go yeah
Tell me you don’t see me and know that I’m way too good for you
You know me, you know that I’m too good for you
Put away your shiny things and don’t you text me never ouh
Imma split now, imma call my, imma call my girls up
Take me downtown where the sun comes up
I’ve been feeling low
He’s got me thinking ‘bout myself too much
Take me downtown where there’s no one left
We’ve been there before
I know a solo night’s gonna do me some good
Take me downtown where the sun comes up
Take me downtown where the sun comes up
Take me downtown where the sun comes up
Take me downtown where there’s no one left
We’ve been there before
I know a solo night’s gonna do me some good
I know a solo night’s gonna do me some good
I know a solo night’s gonna do me some good
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10. |
Solo Girl
00:37
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G-GIRL
02:48
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I’m not the typical girl you like
And I think I mighta freaked you out all night
But the way that you stare
Did you just smell my hair?
Should we get some air?
If you got something to say go right ahead
Revelation in the deep moonlight
Looks like everybody’s out of sight - already -
Come on hold me close
No one will know
Come outta your zone
All the snobby girls can stay home
And imma play the good girl, good girl
If you make me your girl
And imma play the good girl, good girl
If you make me your girl
Only for tonight imma try to be polite
Good girl, good girl
It’s not about wanting what I can't have
I’m better off when I ain’t got no man
But I want you
I swear I got beige in the back of my closet
I’ll try to behave like the lady you wanted
All the snobby girls can stay home
And imma play the good girl, good girl
If you make me your girl
And imma play the good girl, good girl
If you make me your girl
Only for tonight imma try to be polite
Good girl, good girl
And maybe I’m not quite ready for the real deal
So I’ll just play the good girl, good girl
See imma play the good girl, good girl
If you make me your girl
And imma play the good girl, good girl
If you make me your girl
Only for tonight imma try to be polite
Good girl, good girl
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Touchée-Coulée
02:39
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J’ai déjà fait le tour de l’appartement
Quand tu tatoues ça me donne le temps de retrouver mes biens
La montre qui rappelle que devant l’alarme rouge
C’est les secondes qui retiennent la catastrophe que tu me réserves
Ah ahhh ahh ah ahhh ah adapapapdada da han haaa eh
Tu peux plus me jouer
Y’a plus rien à bruler
Dans le dos les doigts croisés
Tu m’as touchée-coulée
Allures de faux gentil
À s’en croire tout permis
C’est la fin de la partie
J’ai remplacé tes cris par une mélodie de fortune
J’accumule mes BA, mes bonus
J’obéis, j’oublie que t’es poison
S’en sortir indemne d’un massacre à coup de coups bas
Qui va guetter mes arrières?
Ici en terre de ton ego
Tu peux plus me jouer
Y’a plus rien à bruler
Dans le dos les doigts croisés
Tu m’as touchée-coulée
Allures de faux gentil
À s’en croire tout permis
C’est la fin de la partie
Tu peux plus me jouer
Y’a plus rien à bruler
Dans le dos les doigts croisés
Tu m’as touchée-coulée
Allures de faux gentil
À s’en croire tout permis
C’est la fin de la partie
Ah ahhh ahh ah ahhh ah adapapapdada da han haaa eh
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you…
Tu peux plus me jouer
Y’a plus rien à bruler
Dans le dos les doigts croisés
Tu m’as touchée-coulée
Allures de faux gentil
À s’en croire tout permis
C’est la fin de la partie
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13. |
1000 Bornes
03:04
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J’ai dépassé les bornes
Effacé la commande
Faut m’pardonner j’ai tendance à oublier que
Même si c’est too late c’est jamais trop tard
Dévale la piste de course
Sur tapis volant tout est permis
J’excuserai plus mes envies
Voler voler voler toujours voler plus haut
On ne demande plus pardon, on ne demande plus pardon
Si tu m’aimes encore il faut plus m’retenir
En cage, j’ai tendance à vouloir tout démolir
Vaut mieux vivre les maux que de les enterrer
Voler voler
Retour au sol, le plancher défonce sous mes pieds
Le feu a pris impossible de l’arrêter
Vaut mieux dire les mots que de les désirer
L’effet d’un reflet morne
Bombe lorsque l’estime tombe
Il faut revenir à la raison
Enfin retour à la maison
Dévale la piste de course
Tapis à fond vers la sortie
Fuck off j’excuse plus mes fantaisies
Si tu m’aimes encore il faut plus m’retenir
En cage, j’ai tendance à vouloir tout démolir
Vaut mieux vivre les maux que de les enterrer
Voler voler
Retour au sol, le plancher défonce sous mes pieds
Le feu a pris impossible de l’arrêter
Vaut mieux dire les mots que de les désirer
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I lost my keys and my manners
In the fear of missing out
Straight to the centre watch me play my part
Here we go, yeah here we go go go
I’ll sell the dream like I know where I’m headed
But I wake up in a bed I don’t belong in
And I don’t even know his name
And that’s alright ‘cause I don’t plan on being friends
I could be back in the morning
But I lost my keys and my manners
I found myself a cool spaceship
So I won’t be back in the morning
Life can be sick think about it
Find me inside of a mosh pit
Couple of hits and bruises
Sometimes we gotta be stupid
The city sucks me in like it’s Jell-O
Cruise control, I’m fully swallowed
I’ve got the attitude
And I’m too cool for school
My vision might be blurry
But I guess I’m kinda happy
Sell the dream, sell it good, make it real
Sell the dream, sell it good, make it real
I could be back in the morning
But I lost my keys and my manners
I found myself a cool spaceship
So I won’t be back in the morning
Life can be sick think about it
Find me inside of a mosh pit
Couple of hits and bruises
Sometimes we gotta be stupid
I could be back in the morning
I lost my keys and my manners
I could be back in the morning
I lost my keys and my manners
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Claudia Bouvette Montreal, Québec
Born and raised in Bromont, Claudia Bouvette has been active in the Quebec cultural sphere for the last decade. Offering a unique combination of electro-pop and funk rock that sometimes dabbles in trap, she's getting ready to unveil her first album, due out in 2022. ... more
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