Hey y’all…Happy Sunday!😍
New to SUNDAY’S SONG? I’ve always felt like music (& reading) is my escape, I find comfort in the melody, the words and more importantly, a song is like a mini story. I mean, great songs tell a story, have meaning or a message. I’ve always wanted to find a way to incorporate some of my favorite songs into my blog…so, SUNDAY’S SONG was born!🎶
*Check out the lyrics highlighted in RED, they’re my favorite part!
*WARNING: I’m a child of the 80’s, grew up in the 90’s, a hippy wanna be, born in Texas (and therefore MUST enjoy some country) and I have kids so I do like some contemporary music too. In other words, I love all kinds of songs!😊
To finish off Women’s History Month, I’m highlighting a fabulous artist that Thing 2 introduced me to. WARNING! Foul language ahead!😜😉
Raising Hell
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Let’s go
Hallelujah
I’m still here, still bringing it to ya
Ohm like Buddha
Good girls know how to get hard too, ya (uh huh)
I’m all fucked up in my Sunday best
No walk-of-shame ’cause I love this dress
Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess
Doin’ my best, bitch, I’m blessed
Oh, if you couldn’t tell
We can always find the trouble, we don’t need no help
Singing oh, mama raised me well
But I don’t wanna go to Heaven without raising hell
Get in
Get it
Drop it down low, hit it, hit the pole with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low
Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it
Hands up, witness
Solo cup full of holy spirits
Something wicked (ooh)
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick
I’m all fucked up in my Sunday best
No walk-of-shame ’cause I love this dress (ooh)
Only God can judge this holy mess (ah, ah)
Bitch, I’m blessed
Oh, if you couldn’t tell (oh well)
We can always find the trouble, we don’t need no help
Singing oh, mama raised me well (uh-huh)
But I don’t wanna go to Heaven without raising hell
(Ah)
Get it
Drop it down low, hit it, hit the pole with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it)
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low
Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it
Ladies and gentlemen (oh shit)
Let’s shake what the good Lord gave us (oh yes, baby)
(Come on, let’s go)
Aw dang, this that shit (uh huh)
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Oh dang, this that shit
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Aw dang, this that shit
Beat like this, haters, suck my ooh
Woo, Lord, feeling it
Beat like this, make me feel that power
Oh, if you couldn’t tell
We can always find the trouble, we don’t need no help
Singing oh, mama raised me well
But I don’t wanna go to Heaven without raising hell
Can I get an amen? (Ha)
This is for the misfits of creation (ha)
Take this as your holy validation (let’s go now, come on)
You don’t need to hide your celebratin’
This is our salvation
Songwriters: Ajay Bhattacharyya, Kesha Sebert, Sean Douglas, Stephen Wrabel© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCFor non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind
Premiered Oct 24, 2019
Let’s raise some hell ladies!😊 Have a fabulous day y’all!💜
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Fab song! I’m a firm believer in the power of an f word…..but not in front my son (who assures me he hears worse at school so I should freely say it!!!!)
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I totally get you…my kids are older now but I used to do the same!!😉
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Paaahahaaaa!
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