God Bless America Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Through the night with the light from above This land is your land This land is my land This land was made for you and me One nation, under God Indivisible With liberty and justice for all (J-j-just dance) (Let's play a love game, play a love game) (Pa-pa-paparazzi) I'm on the edge (Mum mum mum mah) (Mum mum mum mah) (Mum mum mum mah) (Mum mum mum mah) I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas Plays One, two, three! Fold 'em, let 'em, hit me, raise it Baby, stay with me LoveGame intuition play the cards with spades to start And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face Come on Houston! Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me to love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) My mama told me when I was young We are all born superstars She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on In the glass of her boudoir There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are She said: 'Cause he made you perfect, babe So hold your head up, girl, and you'll go far Listen to me when I say I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way Don't hide yourself in regret Just love yourself and you're set I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way Ooh, there ain't no other way Baby, I was born this way Baby, I was born this way Ooo, there ain't no other way Baby, I was born this way Right track, baby I was born this way Don't be a drag, just be a queen Whether you're broke or evergreen You're black, white, beige, chola descent You're Lebanese, you're orient Whether life's disabilities Left you outcast, bullied or teased Rejoice and love yourself today 'Cause baby, you were born this way No matter gay, straight or bi Lesbian, transgendered life I'm on the right track, baby I was born to survive No matter black, white or beige Chola or orient made Right track, baby I was born to be brave Hello, hello, baby, you called, I can't hear a thing I have got no service in the club, you see, see Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh You shoulda made some plans with me, you knew that I was free And now you won't stop calling me, I'm kinda busy Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephoning me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephoning me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Can call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone My telephone, m-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone I've had a little bit too much, much All of the people start to rush (start to rush by) A dizzi twister dance Can't find my drink or man Where are my keys? I lost my phone What's goin' on, on the floor? I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? I can't remember but it's alright, alright Just dance, gonna be okay Da da doo doot-n Just dance, spin that record babe Da da doo doot-n Just dance, gonna be okay D-d-d dance, dance, dance Dance How you doing tonight, Texas? America, world How you doin' tonight? We gonna make you feel good You gonna feel good with us? You're giving me a million reasons to let you go You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show You're givin' me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons If I had a highway, I would run for the hills If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still You're giving me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a millio-on I bow down to pray I try to make the worst seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one to stay Hey dad! Hi mom! Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware 'Cause you're giving me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons And if you say something that you might even mean It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe 'Cause you're giving me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a millio-on (About a million reasons) I bow down to pray I try to make the worst seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one Tell me that you'll be the good one Why don't you stay? Stay Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh- Come on! Let's go! The Super Bowl is what champions are made of! Hands up! Ra ra-ah-ah-ah Roma roma-ma GaGa oh la-la Want your bad romance I want your ugly I want your disease I want your everything As long as it's free I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love I want your drama The touch of your hand I want your leather studded kiss in the sand I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love Come on! You know that I want you And you know that I need you I want it bad, your bad romance I want your love and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!) I want your love and All your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance Ra ra-ah-ah-ah Roma roma-ma GaGa oh la-la Want your bad romance Walk, walk fashion, baby Work it! Move that baby c-razy Walk, walk fashion, baby Work it! Move that baby c-razy I want your love And I want your revenge Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! (Caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!) Want your bad romance (Caught in a bad romance) Want your bad romance! I want your love and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!) I want your love and All your lovers' revenge You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!) Want your bad romance (Caught in a bad romance) Want your bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!) Want your bad romance (Caught in a bad romance) Ra ra-ah-ah-ah Roma roma-ma GaGa oh la-la Want your bad romance
You're giving me a million reasons to let you go You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show You're givin' me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons If I had a highway, I would run for the hills If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still But you're giving me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons I bow down to pray I try to make the worst seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one to stay Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware 'Cause you're giving me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons And if you say something that you might even mean It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe 'Cause you're giving me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons I bow down to pray I try to make the worst seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one to stay Baby I'm bleedin', bleedin' Stay Can't you give me what I'm needin', needin' Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith But baby, I just need one good one Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one When I bow down to pray I try to make the worst seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one, good one Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one Baby, I just need one good one to stay
Mind if I do one? I am working on creating studio versions....I created a BET Awards 2016 one on my website: aestheticgrey.weebly.com Is it okay if I revamp parts of your instrumental?
I love instrumental w back vocals!!
God Bless America
Land that I love
Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night with the light from above
This land is your land
This land is my land
This land was made for you and me
One nation, under God
Indivisible
With liberty and justice for all
(J-j-just dance)
(Let's play a love game, play a love game)
(Pa-pa-paparazzi)
I'm on the edge
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
(Mum mum mum mah)
I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas Plays
One, two, three!
Fold 'em, let 'em, hit me, raise it
Baby, stay with me
LoveGame intuition play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked
I'll play the one that's on his heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
Come on Houston!
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me to love nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are
She said: 'Cause he made you perfect, babe
So hold your head up, girl, and you'll go far
Listen to me when I say
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Ooh, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
Ooo, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way
Right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby, you were born this way
No matter gay, straight or bi
Lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
Right track, baby
I was born to be brave
Hello, hello, baby, you called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in the club, you see, see
Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy
Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh
You shoulda made some plans with me, you knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me, I'm kinda busy
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
My telephone, m-m-my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
I've had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzi twister dance
Can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys?
I lost my phone
What's goin' on, on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright
Just dance, gonna be okay
Da da doo doot-n
Just dance, spin that record babe
Da da doo doot-n
Just dance, gonna be okay
D-d-d dance, dance, dance
Dance
How you doing tonight, Texas?
America, world
How you doin' tonight?
We gonna make you feel good
You gonna feel good with us?
You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
You're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a millio-on
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay
Hey dad! Hi mom!
Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a millio-on
(About a million reasons)
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one
Tell me that you'll be the good one
Why don't you stay?
Stay
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-
Come on!
Let's go!
The Super Bowl is what champions are made of!
Hands up!
Ra ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma roma-ma
GaGa oh la-la
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
Come on!
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Ra ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma roma-ma
GaGa oh la-la
Want your bad romance
Walk, walk fashion, baby
Work it!
Move that baby c-razy
Walk, walk fashion, baby
Work it!
Move that baby c-razy
I want your love
And I want your revenge
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Caught in a bad romance)
I don't wanna be friends
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance!
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!)
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!)
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Ra ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma roma-ma
GaGa oh la-la
Want your bad romance
2:55
3:26
4:43
4:55
6:12
You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
But you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay
Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons
I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay
Baby I'm bleedin', bleedin'
Stay
Can't you give me what I'm needin', needin'
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith
But baby, I just need one good one
Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one
When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay
BAD ROMANCE: 8:46
Thank you so much!!!!!
You're back!
YYYYEEEES FINALLYY
OMG! Gracias, Thanks!
Can you do Beyonce's 2013 Superbowl instrumental?
Beyoncé Grammy!! 2017
gael perez it exist. someone made it already
I only came to make a comment about “51th Super Bowl Halftime Show.” 51TH.
Is there gonna be a studio version with her vocals available soon.
I think no
Mind if I do one? I am working on creating studio versions....I created a BET Awards 2016 one on my website: aestheticgrey.weebly.com Is it okay if I revamp parts of your instrumental?
can you pretty please do the Beyoncé half-time show instrumental in 2013
Do You Mind If I Make A Studio Version, I'll Credit You
do it!
beyonce-SUPER BOWL 2013 (INSTRUMENTAL)
Beyoncé Super Bowl 2013 live Instrumental
what happen no more Beyonce backdrops
It's not working
It is because of copyrights. Are you from mobile, tv or tablet?
A Creem Mobile, works on PC tho. It sound brilliant!
Beyoncé super bowl 2013 !!
51th? 😂