Sunday, February 10, 2013

Greyson Chance facts (:


  • He HATES homeworks.
  • He's home-schooled online -  http://advancedacademics.com
  • His favorite sport is soccer but he likes golf too.
  • He's inspired by everything like the places he went, fans, family, friends, etc.
  • He doesn't like it when someone spams him
  • He loves mexican food. His favorite mexican restaurant is "Lares Restaurant". It's somewhere in California.
  • He loves prank-calling people.
  • He doesn't like mexican fast food.
  • He's a night owl but not a morning person.
  • He prefers a girl wearing sneakers than girl wearing high heels.
  • The song "Little London Girl" wa supposed to be "Little American Girl". But he wanted to make something different.
  • He's NEVER been on a plane before he went to Ellen DeGeneres Show.
  • He admits that sometimes he stalks his fans on twitter.
  • He loves travelling.
  • He loves math that much, and english.
  • He loves fruity shampoo.
  • If he could change his name, it would be "Alexander"
  • He doesn't like cucumbers.
  • His new album is going to be different from Hold On 'Til The Night
  • His twitter got the blue checklist (verified) on May 20th 2010. He also got his official usename from @chance_greyson to @greysonchance at that time.
  • He andmits he's faked sick many times.
  • If he had a tatto, it would be an anchor.
  • His favorite cartoon is Spongebob Squarepants.
  • He has read The Hunger Games but never watched the movie.
  • He thinks Indonesian accent is unique.
  • He's more of a pancake guy.
  • His favorite fruit is apple but not sure if apples are fruits or not.
  • His favorite words on his piano are "BLACK" and "KISS"
  • He keeps-in touch with his family and friends with skype.
  • He loves a girl who doesn't wear makeup.
  • He met on Direction about a year ago.
  • He got slapped in Indonesia.
  • He's originally a shy boy.
  • He's a fan of classic cars.
  • He doesn't like liars.
  • Saturday, February 9, 2013

    Song Lyrics : Bruno Mars - The Lazy Song

    Today I don't feel like doing anything
    I just wanna lay in my bed
    Don't feel like picking up my phone
    So leave a message at the tone
    'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything.

    Uh!
    I'm gonna kick my feet up
    Then stare at the fan
    Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
    Nobody's gonna tell me I can't

    I'll be lounging on the couch,
    Just chillin' in my snuggie
    Click to MTV, so they can teach me how to dougie
    'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man

    Oh, yes I said it
    I said it
    I said it 'cause I can

    Today I don't feel like doing anything
    I just wanna lay in my bed
    Don't feel like picking up my phone
    So leave a message at the tone
    'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything

    Nothing at all!
    Ooh, hoo, ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Nothing at all
    Ooh, hoo, ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh

    Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X
    Meet a really nice girl, have some really nice sex
    And she's gonna scream out: 'This is Great' (Oh my God, this is great!)
    Yeah

    I might mess around, and get my college degree
    I bet my old man will be so proud of me
    But sorry pops, you'll just have to wait
    Haha

    Oh, yes I said it
    I said it
    I said it 'cause I can

    Today I don't feel like doing anything
    I just wanna lay in my bed
    Don't feel like picking up my phone
    So leave a message at the tone
    'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything

    No, I ain't gonna comb my hair
    'Cause I ain't going anywhere
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
    I'll just strut in my birthday suit
    And let everything hang loose
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Ooh
    Today I don't feel like doing anything
    I just wanna lay in my bed
    Don't feel like picking up my phone
    So leave a message at the tone
    'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything

    Nothing at all
    Ooh, hoo, ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Nothing at all
    Ooh, hoo, ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh-ooh
    Nothing at all