Downtown

Downtown
Let's shake it up
I'll shake it up x 3

Let's shake it up

I saw you across the room
Looking at me like you're in the mood
So, got a lot to lose
Good taste in the face like Heidi Klum
I'm not hiding you, but if your boyfriend sees I'm not lying too
Not trying to be a heart breaker, but if it
starts taking my whole heart I'll be a stranger

Downtown
Shake it up
I'm going to show you what I got
Downtown
Hit the spot
Move it, let's shake it up
Let's shake it up x 7

(Chorus)
I'm going hard tonight
I'll take my throne
Rack up a tab alright
I'm going to lose control
So put your drinks on me; you're at home
Cause' there's no in-between; I never sleep alone

And baby when the night is donee, you're coming home with me
I don't need to have your attention
You'll let me know what you need

Shorty say she want the realist illest bad boy whenever she headed downtown
She say she love the way I walk and I talk like a boss, so now she just wanna pow wow
Bottles coming, sparks flying in the air, man I swear we do it like it's for TV
And the ladies love when we keep it G, so no wonder why all of em' wanna see Vee
Hopped in the mink
Damn I had to do it
Damn the party popping, it's looking like a movement
I don't fall in love, is it looking like I'm stupid?
My heart just stick to the chick, now I'm Cupid
I aint being sentimental
We just making love in a limo
Bring the bottles out now
City light up when we downtown and we comin' right...

Downtown
Shake it up
I'm going to show you what I got
Downtown
Hit the spot
Move it, let's shake it up
Let's shake it up x 7

(Chorus)
I'm going hard tonight
I'll take my throne
Rack up a tab alright
I'm going to lose control
So put your drinks on me; you're at home
Cause' there's no in-between; I never sleep alone

Downtown
Shake it up x 2

Tombstone Eyes

My brakes only go
Not for lust
It takes more than love to
Build my trust, cause
I can see that dead weight in your eyes
I despise I never break down inside, why?

(Chorus)
She got, eyes like a tombstone (x 3)
Hit the floor make you body moan
She got, eyes like a tombstone (x 3)
Hit the floor make you body moan

My baby holds that, side of her
I maybe take back just a little I don't
Wam a did bop bo, cause
And when the cold rain is falling, well
I know that I don't have to show you anymore, love

(Chorus)

Cast your glances my way
Past the fact that your birthday's in May
But you say that you just, wanna be friends
Well I, don't believe you, I see through you
You're scared of what it could be, or should be
And if two friends should make amends
This is over before it begins

(Chorus x 2.5)

 

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams.

Drums by Steve Sundholm. Guitar by Keith Sommers.

Bass by Jesse Stern.

String Arrangement by Steve Sundholm.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams.

©2007 Tombstone Eyes (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

 

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Bad Tonight

It's ladies night
The club is jumping
Got them neon lights
The bass is bumping
Got her in my sights
Girl, hold on tight
For this ride

(Pre-Chorus)
And we will party like it's just you and me for the night
Party cause our dreams can't wait 'till the next night
Party cause we know this already feels like the first time
The first time

(Chorus)
It's so wrong when it's so right
Your boyfriend knows you're out tonight
You got that lovin' in your eyes
You want it bad, so bad, I'll be bad for you tonight

So bad, for you

I'm in the mood
I got my new suede shoes on
Kicking like I'm king kong
She's on my neck
Telling me she wants me so bad
Wants me so bad

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus x 2)

Ah, this club is just for us
Your body's my new drug
I want you in and out
You want me up and down, and down and down

So bad, for you, so bad, you want me too

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

So bad, for you

(You want me too x 2)

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Dan Whittemore at Swagger Studios, Los Angeles, CA.

Vocals by Nico Adams.

Drums, Keyboards and Programming by Nico Adams and Dan Whittemore.

Written by Nico Adams.

© 2011 Bad Tonight (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Seattle

I saw you there across the room
Well, your eyes had diamonds on
Climbing from the top rung to the bottom blues O'
And though I am walking through that sunny afternoon
The rains not so depressing anymore because of you
Only those eyes show your age
I can see you not
So innocent anymore
I'm pleasantly drifting while I listen to the rain
My Seattle girl my ol' Seattle blues

(Chorus)
The rain runs down my windowpane
While the rain dances on my roof
Play for me my Seattle girl
Its brings me up
To bring me down
And it brings me to the truth
The rains not so depressing anymore because of you

First class ticket
Sunday's best
Modern gypsies you and I
We live our lives by life's circumstance
And though you are perfect
You are only perfect in my dreams
Cause I'm a gypsy in my reality

(Chorus)

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams. Drums by Bryan Taylor.

Guitar by Keith Sommers. Bass by Jesse Stern.

String Arrangement by Steve Sundholm.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams. ©2007 Seattle (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Last Dance

Well, she's been holding out
And we've been together now
For so long believe the shouts
Are coming from the next room
One year left to go
The fear left so long ago
And she knows
Became so evident even when and things began to become clear
This will never work out
Cause she's been struck by the fear
And she laughs at the irony
It's the kinda thing that makes you say
She's coming again and leaving

(Chorus)
Out of my life
And out the door
This is the last chance for the last dance on the dance floor
And everybody, move your body
Last chance for the last dance

(Post-Chorus)
Last chance on the radio
Last dance for my baby'o
Last dance
Last dance
Oh Oh Oh

Well she comes out from the rain
She flips her hair and says my name
I say the weather better inside than out there
And when you knew my better
Side I don't try no places
Fades to bare
Became so evident even when
And things began to become clear
This will never work out cause' we've been struck by the fear
And She laughs
At the irony
Is the kinda thing that makes you say
She's coming again and leaving

(Chorus)

(Post-Chorus)
Last Dance moving slow
I know, I know

She laughs
At the irony
Is the kinda thing that makes you say
She's coming again and leaving

Out of my life
And out the door
This is the last chance for the last dance on the dance floor
And everybody, move your body
Last chance for the last dance on the dance floor
Last chance for the last dance on the dance floor

 

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams. Drums by Bryan Taylor.

Guitar by Keith Sommers. Bass by Jesse Stern.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams. ©2009 Last Dance (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Wanna Be

(Yeah, Yeah)

Well I was
Just waiting for the sun to come up south
Well rub her down
She fell asleep
Only two good parts about my life now
And when she talks I can see the other word is a lie
She's a wannabe
No personality
Except when she closes her eyes

(Pre-Chorus)
And all I say to you
You got to stop with the lies
You got to start with the truth

(Chorus)
Don't act like a wanna be
Talk like your gonna be
Acting like somebody else
Well I know, your lies, don't show
The best part of yourself
Don't act like a wanna be
Talk like your gonna be
Living off somebody's wealth
Well I don't, need your, self righteous self
Self righteous self

Times tickin'
Waiting wasting away
Gonna live your life let down everyday
Drive and drifting
But my baby don't let me down
Right round ready to roll with the windows down
Star lit in the darkness of night
Mosh pit in a razor blade fistfight
Middle of night till' the morning light
Made love but something ain't right

(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
(x 2)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Chorus)

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Dan Whittemore at Swagger Studios, Los Angeles, CA.

Vocals by Nico Adams and Dan Whittemore. Keyboards by Nico Adams.

Drums by Gustin Flaig. Written by Nico Adams. © 2011 Wanna Be (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Stop Us - featuring Christine Olivier

Living by no rules us
Living like we're fools us
Doing what we do cause
We're gonna do it right now
Said, skinny jeans don't look rough
Gangster denim's too tough
My boss is chicken and his swagger is weak

(Chorus)
Don't Stop (They gonna say we unstoppable)
'Till We've made it on the top (La-ooo)
And forgot (The struggle we made it through)
To get up to the top

Well I've got your back, you've got my back
Nothing will stop us
I've got your back, friends back to back
It's just us

Oh
We
Go

We go go go
Wolf pack pop attack
We're off the beaten track
This is our moment
In fact we own it
I'm an out of towner
I get no warm encounter
No need to translate
This fate will not wait

I never had the right stuff
Always had the wrong luck
Going for the gold rush
Like everyone
I'll rise above the rest, rest
It's just a test, test
We'll make it, make it
We will succeed

Chorus

Just keep your strength
And I'll keep it the same
We need to press on
So Nico keep the pressure on

Well I've got your back, you've got my back
Nothing will stop us
I'll rise above the rest, rest
It's just a test, test
We'll make it, make it
We will succeed

Chorus x 2

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Dan Whittemore at Swagger Studios, Los Angeles, CA.

Vocals by Nico Adams and Dan Whittemore. Keyboards by Nico Adams.

Drums by Gustin Flaig. Written by Nico Adams. © 2011 Wanna Be (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Catastrophic

She's the furthest thing from another drama queen
Got nothing but love for your enemies (enemies)
She's a new age loving machine
Drop a dollar in the juke box please

(Pre-Chorus)
Oh girl you feel like angel dust
You're rough so rough so dangerous
So rough so rough so dangerous
Oh, Oh (x 2)

(Chorus)
Girl you're catastrophic
You rock the club, you rock the club
Girl your body's toxic
You want my love you want my love
I got my eye on you, oh, oh, oh (x 4)

I got another overdose at the bar
She's the kinda girl that pushes the drinks too far
And when I'm buzzed
I'm moving like a rock star, rock star
Just let me settle down

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

Oh Girl I be waiting my whole life
For a girl just like you, girl just like you
The energy's so right
You rock it rock it, you rock, it rock it through the whole night
Tear these walls down around my heart
Tear down the walls that keep us Apart
You smash you're way through
Crash the party
Trash the hotel room where it started Cause

(Pre-chorus)

(Chorus)

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Dan Whittemore at Swagger Studios, Los Angeles, CA.

Vocals by Nico Adams.

Drums, Keyboards and Programming by Nico Adams and Dan Whittemore.

Written by Nico Adams. © 2011 Catastrophic (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Rebel Baby Rebel

I'm like trash in the daytime
Dress like royalty at night
Throwing popcorn in the movies
Sneak out till morning time
And then I make my way to the dance floor
And drink a drink for two
And when the world is spinning and everything is sinning
I can still find you in the room

(Chorus)
You put your lipstick on in the light, in the light
You let your lips kiss on any guy, any guy
And when it feels so wrong, it so right, it so right
It so right, it's so right, be a rebel, baby rebel tonight

Like James Dean, white shirts, blue jeans
Jam tunes we're losing the trend
And so I made up mind and
Checking curb for the lining
I might be too far off the deep end

(Chorus)

So girls, girls, you don't play by the rules
And now that my eyes don't have time for
Rebel baby, rebel baby well
Make my way to the dance floor
And drink a drink for two
And when the world is spinning and everything is sinning
I can still find you in the room

(Chorus x 3)

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams. Drums by Bryan Taylor.

Guitar by Keith Sommers. Bass by Jesse Stern.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams. ©2007 Rebel Baby Rebel (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Nico Atom

I was hoping, yeah
Survive for loving, you and I
That's when the bombs started falling
And I could hear my baby calling
Survive for love
Survival of the fittest
Survive for love, survive for love,
Survive, survive, survive

(Chorus x 2)
Big bang moves us we're together
Some say our greatest mistake
But we, belong, here together
We'll finally escape

Well they dropped a bomb on the city of lights
And it will be remembered for the rest of all time
A bright explosion of a white light and my eyes
We'll she grabbed my arm so tight it was the fight or flight
Just to get by
We got on the highway in my Shelby GT
We made it out alive from the burning heat
Well we rode out, from the fallout, while we fought our way out of sin
The quiet cold through the desert we rode
Our love begins again
We did it for

(Chorus x 2)

We did it for
For love
For love for love
Survival of the fittest for love

We got on the highway in my Shelby GT
We made it out alive from the burning heat
Well we rode out, from the fallout, while we fought our way out of sin
The quiet cold through the desert we rode
Our love begins again

(Chorus x 2)

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Dan Whittemore at Swagger Studios, Los Angeles, CA.

Vocals by Nico Adams. Keyboards and Programming by Nico Adams and Dan Whittemore.

Drums by Gustin Flaig. Written by Nico Adams and Dan Whittemore.

© 2011 Nico Atom (ASCAP). All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

 

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Love on the Money

Wait your turn if you want me baby
White skin, light tone, rev the benz get the keys
Money aint' the problem, if the problems our needs
And if we aint' got that money then we got the disease
Give me three count girl
Give me love like I aint' seen the world
Even though I don't need what you can give me please
Well, you don't need anything
So count your greed
Different day or night, it's probably same thing
So you're looking at that way wondering how you begun
But you're starring at me with your double guns

(Chorus)
Singing, love on the money
Won't you love on the money?
Love on the dollar not me
And now we waiting half the century
But I'll take you to your knees

Stop, for a second
While we start on the second verse?
And now we hitting on the three beats
O' get up get down while we break down the piano melody

(Chorus) (So, love on the money)

Wait your turn if you want me baby
White skin, light tone, rev the benz get the keys
Money aint' the problem, if the problems our needs
And if we aint' got that money then we got the disease
Give me three count girl
Give me love like I aint' seen the world
Even though I don't need what you can give me please

(Chorus x 2) (Well, love on the money)

Yeah, I'll take you to your knees (x 4)

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams. Drums by Steve Sundholm.

Guitar by Keith Sommers. Bass by Jesse Stern.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams. 2007 Love on the Money(ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Blankets over Orange County

I was a liar
Maybe that could be the only truth
I ever told before
And so the trouble
From the only knife my blade was wet
And red passion dripped to the floor
It was the heat of battle
Cause I was flying high
And the blankets over Orange county
Were the only things I
Saw in the sky

(Chorus)
Was it I, was it she
That drove ourselves into this plain of deceit
Was it I, oh, No not she
She was to perfect to be, now the blankets over Orange county
Nah (x 9)

So come on!
Bring the love the joy the peace the rain the hate
So maybe baby times been changing
Been change the pace the paint the way, well I've been looking at
Mirrors a one side conversation
Change myself facing another way
The blades in my hand
I've taken a stand
And I'm standing on your face

From ear to ear I made a smile on your face
Although it's just a picture frame
You look so sincere my dear
You took no tears right from your pain
And that's when I carved it in my veins
And I became
The thing I hated

(Chorus x 2)

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams. Drums by Bryan Taylor.

Guitar by Keith Sommers. Bass by Jesse Stern.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams. 2009 Blankets Over Orange County (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Orange County (ASCAP). All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

 

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Not the Love

Sleeping in the catwalks
I'm hiding in the stock docks
You feel like I have lost you
For the things I've said
And though I sound stupid now
It won't before an hour
Trust me you'll know that you lost me instead

Cause trouble times
A trouble life
Choppy waters, fire, ice
I'm sure that it's been raining on this side for some time
Troubled thoughts
A troubled mind
Left to ponder what's behind
And though I'm broke
I'm not the love of your life

The backburner has
Been turned on
It's been on for so long
I feel like I am sitting in the back of the line
Well, take me for granted you thought
I be there no matter what
Sick of playing second best
I ran out of time

(Chorus)
Troubled thoughts
A troubled mind
I said it cold, cause I'm cold inside
Cause you killed the man without the words
You said it with your eyes
Well, the life and times
Of Tara's older
Like an old veteran soldier
Coming home from war
But there's no love in his life

You're weighing out all your options
Waiting for another auction
Trust me when you've lost me
I'm gone this time

(Chorus) (Cause troubled thoughts)

 

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams. Drums by Bryan Taylor.

Guitar by Keith Sommers. Bass by Jesse Stern.

String Arrangement by Steve Sundholm.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams. 2009 Not the Love (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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Through the Night

Keep me in the warm and satin light
Call a taxi, bring me home
Feel me in the shadows of the night
Show me your love, my love
Don't show me cold
Hold my hand and say you love me so

(Chorus)
Hold me in, the middle of the night
Hold me tight
The morning light says goodbye
How many times I've said before
Well, I love you
And I'll love you through the night

A balcony, white lace and my fingertips
Running down your silky skin
I kiss your body with my broken lips
Please don't say goodnight tonight
We'll have this once, so let's make it right

(Chorus)

I wake up to the sound of music
But there's no one to hear my song
Three weeks past and I'm used to it
In a brand new city calling home
But there's nobody listening
I'm all alone

(Chorus)

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steve Sundholm.

Vocals and Keyboards by Nico Adams.

String Arrangement by Steve Sundholm.

Assistant Engineers Juliette Amosoro and Jonathan Gordon.

Written by Nico Adams. 2009 Through the Night (ASCAP).

All rights Reserved. Used By Permission.