The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

And the lick goes on and on, Even if we get it wrong Because friends don’t think, They’re just in sync Best buds, amigos, The schedule goes on Can’t keep up, can’t sing alongThat’s our various kinds of song[ guitar intro playing] Rock and roll is runningThrough my veins( hey, hey) Electric soul like wiresTo my ability( hey, hey) I can’t be wrong, Don’t need tack I can find my lane Play it loud, participate it loudI got no time for turning it down Play it loud, movement it proud I live it, I breathe itDon’t tell me I don’t need it now Play it loudSorry, I’m not sorry being proud Play it loudTurn it up until your speakers blow out You’re disqualified.( Hey, hey, hey) First things first, I ain’t no second place Rules are conveyed forBending till they separate Right or wrong with no exceptionsRocking out my direction Play it loud, gambling it loudI got no time for turning it down Play it loud, gambling it proud I live it, I breathe itDon’t “ve been told” I don’t need it now Play it loudSorry, I’m not sorry for being proud Play it loudTurn it up until your speakers blow out Until your talkers blow outUntil your orators blow out! Man up, bro.I want that candy. What’s that? When darkness fell off the House of Loud around every turn, new fear abounds. You don’t want lose your top.[ tittering] You can run, but you can’t secrete, They know that you taste better alive I don’t think they’ve been fedIn a long, long time Every angle, every doorWatch out, they ain’t heard before This ghastly ghoul is out for bloodSorry sons You went trickedYou get tricked You came punked and prankedWith a creepy twisting Before you moisten your breathes, Better get out immediate Tricked, tricked, trickedYou went tricked Beware of fangs and blood furA Loud House chainsaw kill There’s no chance that you’ll get out Ghost writing your eulogyHeads are going literally So who needs their mommy now Spilling guts on the floorClean up on aisle 4 Why you running off so soon? Sorry dude You went trickedYou get tricked You came punked and prankedWith a spooky quirk Before you dry your heaves, Better got get out quick Tricked, tricked, trickedYou got tricked The crimes you have committedthis night shan’t go unpunished.You derive what you broadcast.[ screaming] Blood! I’m gonna retch. If you’re gonna puke, I’m gonna puke.[ screaming] We’re not coming back here again. You get tricked. V.I.B. Very important brother?[ guitar playing] Huh? Hey bro! One, two, three, four Lincoln Loud, Lincoln Loud, The best dang brother anywhere around Lincoln Loud, Lincoln Loud, The best dang brother anywhere around He cured me get thisT that’s sweaty He facilitated me get red carpet ready He helped us buy that wardrobe thing I told you guys, I don’t want sing.Wow, can you believe this? My sisters are pretty cool. Even if I can’t see Smooch, this is definitely the next best thing. Female and gentlemen, Smooch! What? did you get Smooch? We’ve learned to be pretty persuasion. Thanks to some advice from the ruler. Lincoln Loud, Lincoln Loud, The best dang brother anywhere around Wow, you guys are nevergoing to believe this. We wouldn’t, except we’re right here. Your sisters told usThat you started still further To help them out, You’re a real rockstar Everyone has had their funThe song is over so we gotta Run! Ba-ba-ba-ba-bow! Crashing through the crowded dormitories, Dodging daughters like ping-pong bullets Just to reach the bathroom on time( Hey! Hey! Hey !) Leaping over laundry stockpiles, Diapers you can smell for miles Guy’s gotta do what he can to survive! In the Loud House! In the Loud House! Duck, dodging, push and shove, It’s we testify our adoration! In the Loud House! In the Loud House! One son, ten girls( Wouldn’t transaction it for the world !) Loud! House! Loud! Loud House! Poo-poo! Wanted a family vacationJust to get out of town Had it all schemed, packed up the van, Ended up in a ditch somehow We’ve got the blues, newborn Those street tripping blue-bloodeds Bad, bad news These seats smell weirdThe baby is crying She’s probably mad we left her behind Road, street trippin’ blues( La, la, la) AC broke in Vanzilla The windows won’t roll down The bean chips of ruin They spread harmful whiffs – Can’t breathe! – I conclude Mom passed out! We’ve got the blues, child Those road tripping blue-bloodeds Bad, bad news The dog ran offThe baby’s still crying At least we didn’tForget her this time Road, artery trippin’ off-colors( La, la, la) It was one big-hearted clas throw up From the egg salad gone wrong And that’s all of us wound up Broke on place singing this song Broke on theatre singing this song Road, road trippin’ blue-bloodeds, yeah[ guitar playing] Got the rock and roll bugAnd I simply cant shake it Follow your heartIf you really wanna make it I tried my hands at dental cleanlines But at the end of the dayIt simply wasnt my situation You can live your life full of incredulity Or you can do what the hell are you loveAnd it will all work out My life is a dreamThe greatest “rock n roll” dream Females and gentlemen, we’ve gotsome rumble royalty in the house! Give it up for Chester “Chunk” Monk .[ encourage] You can live your life full of disbelief Or you can do what the hell are you loveAnd everything is work out My life is a dreamThe greatest “rock n roll” dream[ cheering] A ’s task is never done, Especially in this house I’ve been dubbed the number oneTo get the number twos to go down When lifetime sheds me a blizzard, I still sing along to theBang, thud, of those pipes That’s my kind of song! Pretend the sun’s never coming upHigh pinnacles, tube socks Oh, I literally love this song.Shut up, so do I! Guess it’s just whatever( whatever) Put your hands in the airLike the ceiling ain’t there Make this last-place forever Make a opening! Make a pit! This song is my jam! There is nothing worseThan that person over there And nothing’s better– I should detest it, but I don’t. Likewise. Curse this inane, hitherto diabolically catchy theme. Friday darkness, summer lightsJust me, your best friend and I Top down, rind out( peel out) But I’m holler at my mama,’ causeI’m still too young to drive Guess it’s just whatever I desire this song. Put your hands in the airLike the ceiling ain’t there Make this last-place forever There is nothing worseThan that thing over there And nothing’s better than theBest, best, best thing ever Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh[ all praising] Bobby, how about I sing the duet with you? Uno, dos, tres![ guitar playing] Amor, amor, amor You are lo mejor You’re the greatest, Greatest of all time Mi amorSo glad you’re mine You’re the butter in my butterfly You’re the sun In my sunshine You’re the gold In my gold mine And the funny In my punchline( Greatest of all time) You’re theGreatest, greatest of all time Greatest of all time Mi amor so glad you’re mine Hm, everyone’s on theatre, there’stechnically no public to stare at me. You are lo mejor You take after your Abuelitoin more natures than one. You’re the greatest, Greatest of all time Mi amor so glad you’re mine You’re the greatest, Greatest of all time Mi amor so glad you’re mine Mi amor so glad you’re mine All right, take two. Clock is ticking Time is running out, Every second tallies Overthinking I can’t turn it off, So I’ll tune it out All we know is la, la, la, la, la So might as well justLa, la, la, la, la We only want to la, la, la, la, la All daylight long Everybody adoration this, Everybody does this I’m just gonna get it on extremely We don’t need a new song, We already got one I’m just gonna give youWhat everybody wants What everybody wants What everybody wants What everybody wants Guess I want it too Break a leg, Lulu.What?[ guitar playing] Who is that in the mirror? Looking back, I don’t know her But she reminds me of someone I knew Someone real, with imperfectionsI can’t deal no tack Lost the map, Where it was contributing me to But maybe I wasStanding there all along What have I done? Is it too late? Trying to be someone I’m not, Now I’m someone I hate For a moment in the spotlight, Then it’s gone What have I done? What price have I paid? It ain’t worth it no more, It’s material compiled I just want to be rightBack where I belong What have I done? What have I done? Every note rearrangedEvery word is someone else’s Till I’m left with the soul of a girl I granted in and I regret itGave too much but now I get it Changed myself and “ve lost the” wayTo modify the world Maybe I going to be able rewrite that song What have I done? Is it too late? Trying to be someone I’m not, No, I won’t be replaced With a few moments in the spotlight, Till it’s gone What have I done? What rate have I paid? No it’s not worth it no more, It’s information stimulated I simply want to be rightBack where I belong What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? Get gushed( what !) Get ready( huh !) This beat’s about toGet ponderou( oh yeah !) Rough riders! Ol! That’s the sound of me acquiring the working day I’m a march trophy, Got my pummel, got my drums Give me a T-R-O-F-Y I believed to be spelled that wrong. That’s my kind of song Yeah! Alright! Whoo! All freedom, up top. Erlenmeyer vessels. 2,000 milliliter beakers. This is every four-year-old’s dream. The only gasses I smellAre the royal category There’s no better placeFor my scientific thinker Look! It’s a chimp! I can discover how it swings This lab’s so amazing, It’s assemble me sing With so many test tubes, My tests won’t go wrong This lab is where I belong No wail guitars, and no ghostly sis No cupcake dilemmas, You can even hear this Shh. It’s quantum equations, It’s Saturn’s bright peals When you’re working with colleaguesAnd not with your siblings With such penalize paraphernalium, My job can’t go wrong All my neurons are firing, This is where I belong! We’ve got a lot work to doAnd not a great deal of time Don’t worry, dear, precisely clue right hereDon’t read between the lines That’s not supposed to fit that way Your fuzz, your boots, Your drapes, oy vey! We know what to doWe’ll time tie a thing or two Or three or four or five We love you, you’re Luna , now changeYou’re destined for luck and fame There’s so much room for improvementWe love you, you’re Luna , now change And we know it might feel wrongBut if you really go along Everybody’s going to Love what you’ve turned into We love you, you’re Luna , now changeIt’s all how you play the game All big stars could use increase We love you, you’re perfectWe love you, you’re worth it! We love you, you’re LunaNow change! It is hard to form lookingThis good look easy And it takes a fewMistakes to be just right Looking perfect is a giftWhen I feel meh, I act as if A little lip gloss keepsMe going all day long When my high heels reached the floor The cheering becomes a roar And I comprise the last note long That’s my kind of song My kind.How about a duo? Uno, dos.[ guitar playing] Two different familiesYet so much better in common The loudness, the chaosBut we’ll precisely restrain strummin’ Together, It’s better when we’re in harmony[ guitar playing] For Bobby and LoriOur feelings were once divulging But now we’re togetherIt’s memories we’re making Mis amigos nuevosThat’s you And you, and you, and you, And you, and me Thanksgiving fiesta – Aqui? – You betcha! Will somebody save me the nose? Ew! Grateful, por todo Agredecido entails I’mGrateful for everything there is Grateful, por todo Agredecido for breaking down the walls We’re grateful for it all Sweet. Is it a pulverize? Or maybe it’s chemistry Maybe it’s all in my headLori, look at this weave Tell me what you meet When he IMs my friends, Is he was just trying to get me? Look at this one again, What do you think it implies? He’s got to like you for youAnd your music extremely Don’t want to call it “like”If it isn’t true It’s online, it’s not lifeAnd the real world takes time Just to figure outWhat’s right or wrong Throw down that sluggish jam-pack groove We came our own kind of song Oooooooh Every now and then, I repute the world’s a frightening residence But I remember it gazes betterWith a pasty give at your face If the glass inspects emptyBreak off the evacuate And use it as a pirate’s legGive everyone a laugh Rubber duckies, wind-up apes, Six foot leprechauns Well, life’s my stage, a laugh paradeYeah, that’s my kind of song Hey, hey Yippee-ki-yayYo, yo, yo I make this Bunsen burnerStart to overflow Mix some drug rhymes with a bit H2O My lingo for indium is gleam like amber Barium, radium, don’t you be afraidium I’m parcelling the palladium, They’ll call it Lisa Stadium Reppin’ my hood from coast to coast I’m better than sliced food, They callin’ me burnt toast[ chimes playing] The universe is empty.And there’s nothing tobe sure of but darkness. There’s no music in thevoid, so why bother anyway? Embrace the emptiness. Own the futility. The only song importance singing is silence. Darling, preserve me companyOn the rocky street of being We’ll only sing in harmonyAs the children all scream, “Be quiet! ” So, let’s turn up the radio and drive I’ll be out of tune I’ll be out of time Don’t have much to lose But we’ll be fine We’re gonna keepSinging loud and wrong Cause that’s our kind of song On the first day of Christmas, The Loud House gave to me A phone plan for me and Bobby Feliz Navidad newborn. On the second day of Christmas, The Loud House caused to me Two turtlenecks Ew! Eww! And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the third largest date of Christmas, The Loud House granted to me Three French tusks Rockin! Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the fourth period of Christmas, The Loud House caused to me Four awful escapades[ screaming] Three French trumpets Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the fifth epoch of Christmas, The Loud House presented to me Five goals to value Four impressive pranks Three French horns Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the sixth epoch of Christmas, The Loud House leaved to me Six brand-new Ace Savvys Five the objectives to tally Four formidable pranks Three French cornets Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the seventh daytime of Christmas, The Loud House leaved to me Seven at-bats a-flying Six brand-new Ace Savvys Five goals to value Four awesome pranks Three French cornets Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the eighth daytime of Christmas, The Loud House sacrificed to me Eight yummy mud pies Seven at-bats a-flying Six new Ace Savvys Five the objectives to rating Four breathtaking pranks Three French cornets Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the one-ninth period of Christmas, The Loud House yielded to me Nine pageant sashes Eight yummy mud pies Seven bats a-flying Six new Ace Savvys Five the objectives to composition Four terrifying pranks Three French horns Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the tenth date of Christmas, The Loud House granted to me Ten beakers mingling Nine pageant sashes Eight yummy clay pies Seven bats a-flying Six brand-new Ace Savvys Five the objectives to tally Four breathtaking pranks Three French horns Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the eleventh era of Christmas, The Loud House generated to me Eleven smelly diapers Ugh! Ten beakers mingling Nine pageant sashes Eight yummy mud pies Seven bats a-flying Six brand-new Ace Savvys Five goals to composition Four awful pranks Three French tusks Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby On the twelfth day of Christmas, The Loud House uttered to me Twelve Louds a-looking Kids. Eleven smelly diapers Ten beakers mingling Nine pageant sashes Eight yummy mud pies Seven at-bats a-flying Six brand-new Ace Savvys Five the objectives to tally Four awful pranks Three French trumpets Two turtlenecks And a phone plan for me and Bobby Love you boo-boo digest. Merry Christmas from the Loud House![ snoring] Ooh, ooh, ooh Huh, who? What? Can’t get a moment’s treaty. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I used to think that Christmas wasAbout the wish list filled with stuff I never genuinely needed, anyway But as long as we’reTogether, it’s a holiday It’s not what you get, It’s what you hold We’ve got the atmosphere, clear and thunderou Ditch the inventory, grip who you’re with’ Cause that’s whatChristmas is all about! It’s what you dedicate , not what you get We’ve got the hard part figured out This time will be the best one hitherto’ Cause that’s whatChristmas is all about! Merry Christmas from the Resoundings! Ho![ music playing]

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist ? #MusicMonday

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