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Somewhere on the great arc of music between DEVO and 100 gecs, there is babybaby_explores. GOD, Again embodies that vulnerability is a sign of strength and that Amanda Shea has found her purpose.īaby Baby Explores, Food Near Me, Weather Tomorrow She uses current events and her experiences to highlight the juxtaposition between empowering Black women and how social media ≠ reality through her pieces “God’s Gift” and “Social Media,” respectively. Her journey of finding her purpose while dealing with grief and toxicity is so beautiful to hear, especially if you know the story behind this EP. She shows us how spoken word is a part of all genres, and needs to be represented more in the music scene. GOD, Again is Amanda Shea’s debut EP, and demonstrates what it means to be an interdisciplinary and multifaceted artist.

Some of the most fun you’ll have listening to club tracks this year, that’s for certain. Amadeezy’s past work as a pure hip hop producer is apparent in the thunderous drums and thick, heaving low end on tracks like “Choose Violence”, but it’s the technicolor, almost hyperpop-y helicopter synth stabs on ‘Go Beserk” that really stun here. A head-knocking, sub-rattling, deliriously fun 25 (or so) minutes of hard house, ghettotech, and bass, the EP stands as a high water mark for a producer and DJ that’s been at it for a long time. (See L.A.Local legend, and former PVRPLE ringleader Amadeezy bridges the coasts with his debut on LA’s Evar Records, 2 Lit 2 Quit. Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day (I'd like to go some day)Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (ooh, someday)Take me to Chicago, San Fransico BayI really want to come kick it with you (ooh-ooh)You'll be my American Boy (be my American boy) Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)Could you be my love, my loveWould you be my American boy? American boy He crazy, I know what you thinkin'Ribena I know what your drinkin'Rap singer, chain blingerHolla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'What's your persona about this Americana rhymer?Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer? Uhĭressed smart like a London Bloke (yeah)Before he speak his suit bespoke (woop)And you thought he was cute beforeLook at this pea coat, tell me he's broke (woo)Īnd I know you ain't into all thatI heard your lyrics I feel your spiritBut I still talk that ca-a-a-sh'Cause a lot wags wanna hear itAnd I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddestLike The Pips at their gladdest and I know they love itSo to hell with all that rubbish Who killin' 'em in the UK?Everybody gonna say, 'You, K'Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't fuck with meEstelle once said to me, 'Cool down, down, don't act a fool, now, now'I always act a fool, ow, owAin't nothing new, now, now Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some dayTake me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boyTell 'em wagwan, blud

Will you be my American boy? American boyĬan we get away this weekendTake me to BroadwayLet's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a caféLet's go on the subwayTake me to your hoodI never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's goodĭress in all your fancy clothesSneaker's looking 'fresh to def' I'm lovin' those shell toesWalkin' that walkTalk that slick talkI'm likin' this American Boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some dayTake me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boy, American boy He said, 'Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya'I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my typeLike the way he's speaking his confidence is peakingDon't like his baggy jeans but I'ma like what's underneath itĪnd no I ain't been to MIAI heard that Cali' never rains and New York heart awaitsFirst let's see the West EndI'll show you to my brethrenI'm likin' this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some dayTake me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.I really want to come kick it with youYou'll be my American boy

This a number one champion sound (yeah)Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down)Who the hottest in the world right now? (Uh)Just touched down in London town (uh)Bet they give me a pound (uh)Tell them put the money in my hand right now (yeah)Tell the promoter we need more seatsWe just sold out all the floor seats

I really want to chug chug with you lyrics