Another Monday down, another day of global warming. I have not completed a harMONious Music Monday in a few weeks, but I have been exposed to new songs amongst multiple genres.

#SideThought: Do you ever listen to Country Music? I can’t help but love a few tunes here and there. And seriously people, are we going to keep acting like global warming is not real? It’s hot as hell outside. Back to harMONious Music Mondays.

As I grow older I am finding my true musical soul. I’m finding those artists and lullabies that speak to me on a personal level oppose to a physical, dancing sense of myself.  I shall call this style outer space/ peaceful rhythm & blues. On the hip-hop side of music, I am finding I prefer lyrical mellow hymns with solid baselines to be my preference. Though, I do still adore my Trap Music (just not everyday).

Moving on, this week for harMONious Music Mondays I present another track by GoldLink. His most recent hit, Crew, brought the action this summer. However, I must admit it is just one of the few favorites of mine out of many.


(Previous harMonious Music Mondays featuring GoldLink:

https://anthromistic.wordpress.com/2017/03/13/harmonious-music-mondays-spring-break-is-coming/ )

Today, check out Dance on Me by GoldLink. The title does not disappoint. It makes you want to physically dance while also clearing any bad judu in your way. A perfect mix of my growing musical taste. The producers put their foot into the 2015’s melody and beats. It can be really difficult to put music in words so I hope you enjoy.


Yo! Hey what up, George called. Apparently some kids got in to the shop. Get the fuck up and go over there and clear it up. Oh babe, niggas

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance on me, dance on me
Bring it back baby, just dance on me
Brought your heels to the party
Ain’t here to hurt nobody
I’m a old soul and I rock gold
And I got scooped in the ‘rari

But I’m a bad boy and you know
There’s no boyfriends allowed to the party
Dick game vicious, demolition nigga with the bitches
Fake fat ass with extensions
God damn pimpin’, any other nigga wanna hit this
He goin’ have to pay for them titty tig ole’ bitties
Yes Lord, can a young nigga hit that hoe?
Can a young nigga do somethin’ better
But instead of always trappin’ just to get that dough
Shit, it’s cool, and you so fine
You so fine I eat behind, between those legs
In those jeans, take those off, now watch you spread
You so special and so pink, slightly hairy and don’t stink
Lord I thank you for this good food that I’m happy to receive
She got that

You know I want you baby doll
Ain’t no one else above you baby, I know
I swear, I swear
Baby I need ya, I want ya
Baby I need ya, and I want ya
Baby I got it, come get it
Baby I got it, come get it
Baby I got it, come get it
Baby I got it, come get it

[Verse 2]
Mane, fuck wit’ a nigga like me and shit
I’d make nigga bow on his knees and shit
While I please his bitch, while I cock the 5th
And I take her ass out, go to Saks and Fifth
And I hit my lil nigga, so I get it for the low
And my youngest lil nigga, gettin’ back up in the hole
Back to gettin’ money and bein’ an asshole
Thinkin’ silly motherfuckas’ ain’t goin’ pay me for my dough
Mane fuck that shit
Rush that nigga, while I rush that bitch too
I don’t give a fuck about you
But I do what I see and I do wanna feel what that mouth do
I’m a crazy nigga, I’ma certified like pay me nigga
I neva’ hesitate to straight pump fake
And I might go and just taze me a nigga
Okay my nigga? So pay me nigga
Alright na na na na
Ah na na na na na

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