*dedicated to Iggy Azalea, Fancy
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Uhhhh, Nick Young - no, no, no shade!!!! Its just that....you see Iggy....everytime I see her beauty....its like....like....LIKE IM SO THIRSTY!!!!! D'OH!!!!!
-------------------/Amelioration
Iggy, my heart is a city living
in pained dichotomy. Upon first glance pleasant,
a citizenry well versed in plausible mimicry-
those facades of smiling when spoken to, blithe
rehearsed retorts when asked about marriages
and engagements of their contemporaries,
sanguine when mulling over prospects
of their own romances. Song and dance
in the town square with rotted flutes and frayed harps
by faux musicians; the educators and true pupils
of the arts now taken to debauchery.
So when I smile, within,
a parched grin of deception. You see, the waters of hope
I once had…have gone bad,
the ground of expected bounteous and fruitful harvest-
apples of a woman’s sweet whispers, wheat of shared gazes
of passionate male/female reciprocity, wine of kisses,
those ones like intoxication,
Noah euphorically exultant in a postdiluvian world
that never was and never to be,
all is dry and cracked with barrenness.
Oh Iggy, at some point
I lost my way, maybe it was year after year
of being spurned, when the rainbows appeared above,
effulgent, but the rain never followed.
Or maybe the cruelty of all those girls I loved
was a hallucinogen and it never rained
at all. Oh baby, I am the last emissaries crawling out the gates,
of a people condemned begging you:
Beautiful prophet of Hip Hop, mantel of Elijah (T.I.)
would you please be a bowl of water,
new, untainted and unstained by jadedness in my soul
and cast yourself into my arms?
Your blonde hair and perfectly symmetrical
face like salt, counteracting all that is bland.
Holding your hand in marriage with your lips pressed against mine-
like the horn of a sentinel, the shouts of my heart’s town crier:
Iggy has healed this water!;
from it there shall be no more death or barrenness
and about true happiness, no more lies.
--------------------/2 Kings 2:19-22
Then the men of the city said to Elisha, “Please notice, the situation of this city is pleasant, as my lord sees; but the water is bad, and the ground barren.” And he said, “Bring me a new bowl, and put salt in it.” So they brought it to him. Then he went out to the source of the water, and cast in the salt there, and said, “Thus says the Lord: ‘I have healed this water; from it there shall be no more death or barrenness.’” So the water remains healed to this day, according to the word of Elisha which he spoke.
---------/Fancy Lyrics
"Fancy"
(feat. Charli XCX)
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that
[Hook: Charli XCX]
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this."
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, each beat did depart it
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department
To get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
[Hook: Charli XCX]
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
[Bridge: Charli XCX]
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a f*
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch
Ow...
[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
Still stunned, how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down money,
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
[Hook: Charli XCX]
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
[Outro:]
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow
Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow
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