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Now That’s What I Call Music! 117
Disc 1
01. Stick Season
02. Beautiful Things
03. Lose Control
04. Yes, And?
05. Greedy
06. Get Him Back!
07. Used to Be Young
08. Strangers
09. Water
10. Agora Hills
11. Alibi
12. On My Love
13. Never Be Alone
14. Won’t Forget You
15. We Ain’t Here for Long
16. Pink Friday Girls
17. Nice to Meet You
18. Bad Woman
19. No California
20. A Little More Lost
21. Feather
22. Hold On to Now
23. Loneliness
24. Murder on the Dancefloor
Disc 2
01. Dizzy
02. Houdini
03. Lovin on Me
04. Lil Boo Thang
05. Can’t Get Enough
06. Body Moving
07. Worth It.
08. Nothing Matters
09. Take Me Home, Country Roads
10. One of Your Girls
11. Dance Alone
12. Spicy Margarita
13. When We Were Young (The Logical Song)
14. Heart Still Beating
15. Shooting Star
16. Strong Enough
17. Bitter Sweet Love
18. Just Another Rainbow
19. The Sound of Silence (CYRIL remix)
20. Heather on the Hill
21. Head Underwater
22. Lighthouse
23. All Out of Fight
24. All the Love That I Ever Needed
25. This Life
26. Unwritten
I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
I'm vanilla, baby, I'll choke you (I don't like no whips and chains)
But I ain't no killer, baby (and you can't tie me down)
She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby (but you can whip your lovin' on me, baby)
I get love from Detroit like Skilla Baby (whip your lovin' on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is
I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby (that's right, that's right)
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
Young J-A-C-K, AKA Rico, like Suave, Young Enrique
Speakin' of AKA, she's a alpha
But not around your boy, she get quiet 'round your boy, hold on (shh)
Don't know what you heard or what you thought about your boy
But they lied about your boy, goin' dumb and it's some' idiotic 'bout your boy
She wearin' cheetah print, that's how bad she wanna be spotted 'round your boy
I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me
I'm vanilla, baby, I'll choke you (I don't like no whips and chains)
But I ain't no killer, baby (and you can't tie me down)
She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby (but you can whip your lovin' on me, baby)
I get love from Detroit like Skilla Baby (whip your lovin' on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is
I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
Young M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y
You sharp like barbed wire
She stole my heart, then she got archived
I keep it short with a bitch, Lord Farquaad
All the girls in the front row, ayy
All the girls in the barricade, ayy
All the girls that been waitin' all day, let your tongue hang out
Fuck everything, ayy
If you came with a man (yeah, yeah)
Let go of his hand (let go of this shit)
Everybody in the suite, kickin' up they feet
Stand up, bitch, dance
I don't like no whips and chains (I see you)
And you can't tie me down (and all the guys in the back waitin' for the next track)
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby (cut your boy a slack)
Whip your lovin' on me (it's young Jack)
I'm vanilla, baby, I'll choke you (I don't like no whips and chains)
But I ain't no killer, baby (and you can't tie me down)
She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby (but you can whip your lovin' on me, baby)
I get love from Detroit like Skilla Baby (whip your lovin' on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is
I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby (that's right, that's right)
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me, baby