Very tasteful production. Lots of little touches that bring it to another level. Of course that main distorted synth compliments everything perfectly, both sonically and rhythmically. “Intelligently designed” is a better descriptor than “manufactured” in this case. Superb.
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P Diddy (hey, what up girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (let's go) Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowin' up our phones, phones Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs Pullin' up to the parties Tryna get a little bit tipsy Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here And now the dudes are linin' up 'cause they hear we got swagger But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger I'm talkin' 'bout everybody gettin' crunk, crunk Boys try to touch my junk, junk Gonna smack him if he gettin' too drunk, drunk Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out Or the police shut us down, down Police shut us down, down Po-po shut us down Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Oh, whoa, whoa-oh DJ, you build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up You got me now You got that sound Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Oh, whoa, whoa-oh Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Glitter puke (Tik Tok parody) (Verse 1) Kesha: wake up in the mornin’ and I’m greener than shreck (where’s that donkey?) Sleepin’ in a tub can really mess up your neck Before I leave, stop and vomit up tequila and glitter Feels like I’m spendin’ every mornin’ with me head in the sh*tt*r (Pre chorus) Kesha: got vomit all in my hair But I’m way too sick to care I’m fallin’ down the stairs (ahh) I-I-I pull myself off the floor And I’m almost out the door But my family’s waitin’ for me (Chorus) Kesha:oh crap, not again, it’s an intervention! It’s cool, I’m fine, I can stop at any time Dad: that’s a lie, you won’t try, now you’ve made your mother cry, look! Mom: oh-woah-wo-oh oh-woah-wo-oh Kesha: I’m outta here, this is queer, I just drank a couple beers Mom: don’t leave, we love you, even hired doctor drew Dr drew: this pattern needs to end Kesha: I think I have to puke again Family: oh -woah-wo- Kesha: eugh, eugh eugh e-ugh (Verse 2) Kesha: so I decide to stay but my head is still reelin’ Then they go down the line talkin’ ‘bout their feelin’s Brother: it makes me sad when I see you brush your teeth with jack Also you borrowed my gold bike and never gave it back (Pre chorus) Dad: stop showin’ off your butt (butt) Makin’ young girls act like sl*ts (sl*ts) Think you’re startin’ to get a beer gut, beer gut Dr drew: this has come to a dead end P. Diddy is not your friend You’ll end up like lindsey lohan l-l-l-l-lohan (Chorus) Kesha: this is wack, I feel trapped Dr drew: we want the old kesha back Kesha: screw you, doctor drew, and your stupid camera crew! Mom: hey you don’t have to shout, we’re just tryin’ to help you out Family: oh-woah-wo-oh oh-woah-wo-oh Kesha: well I think it’s time you know, this is just a video I don’t drink, or p*e in sinks, it’s what I want my fans to think It’s all an act, in fact, it’s even in the contract Family: oh oh oh ohhhh
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Very tasteful production. Lots of little touches that bring it to another level. Of course that main distorted synth compliments everything perfectly, both sonically and rhythmically. “Intelligently designed” is a better descriptor than “manufactured” in this case. Superb.
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Agreed. The way the synth bass climbs up to that higher note in every second measure of the chorus is great.
my nostalgia childhood
Why drums are so good?
Cooool
Rainbow Instrumentals please 🥺🙏
And Cannibal ^^
The instrumental version is so much older than keshas song...
please high road instrumentals
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P Diddy (hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (let's go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't comin' back
I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes
Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones, phones
Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite CDs
Pullin' up to the parties
Tryna get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
And now the dudes are linin' up 'cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I'm talkin' 'bout everybody gettin' crunk, crunk
Boys try to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he gettin' too drunk, drunk
Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us down
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'ma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick-tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
Oh, whoa, whoa-oh
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Selena Gomez Revival Album🥺
Glitter puke (Tik Tok parody)
(Verse 1)
Kesha: wake up in the mornin’ and I’m greener than shreck (where’s that donkey?)
Sleepin’ in a tub can really mess up your neck
Before I leave, stop and vomit up tequila and glitter
Feels like I’m spendin’ every mornin’ with me head in the sh*tt*r
(Pre chorus)
Kesha: got vomit all in my hair
But I’m way too sick to care
I’m fallin’ down the stairs (ahh)
I-I-I pull myself off the floor
And I’m almost out the door
But my family’s waitin’ for me
(Chorus)
Kesha:oh crap, not again, it’s an intervention!
It’s cool, I’m fine, I can stop at any time
Dad: that’s a lie, you won’t try, now you’ve made your mother cry, look!
Mom: oh-woah-wo-oh oh-woah-wo-oh
Kesha: I’m outta here, this is queer, I just drank a couple beers
Mom: don’t leave, we love you, even hired doctor drew
Dr drew: this pattern needs to end
Kesha: I think I have to puke again
Family: oh -woah-wo-
Kesha: eugh, eugh eugh e-ugh
(Verse 2)
Kesha: so I decide to stay but my head is still reelin’
Then they go down the line talkin’ ‘bout their feelin’s
Brother: it makes me sad when I see you brush your teeth with jack
Also you borrowed my gold bike and never gave it back
(Pre chorus)
Dad: stop showin’ off your butt (butt)
Makin’ young girls act like sl*ts (sl*ts)
Think you’re startin’ to get a beer gut, beer gut
Dr drew: this has come to a dead end
P. Diddy is not your friend
You’ll end up like lindsey lohan l-l-l-l-lohan
(Chorus)
Kesha: this is wack, I feel trapped
Dr drew: we want the old kesha back
Kesha: screw you, doctor drew, and your stupid camera crew!
Mom: hey you don’t have to shout, we’re just tryin’ to help you out
Family: oh-woah-wo-oh oh-woah-wo-oh
Kesha: well I think it’s time you know, this is just a video
I don’t drink, or p*e in sinks, it’s what I want my fans to think
It’s all an act, in fact, it’s even in the contract
Family: oh oh oh ohhhh
you’ve contributed so much to this world. appreciation granted.
Super on-point 8 bit track. Probably better this way than with the mediocre vocals.