A shed, outhouse, outbuilding or shack, is typically a simple, single-storey roofed structure in a back garden or on an allotment that is used for storage, hobbies, or as a workshop.
Sheds vary considerably in the complexity of their construction and their size, from small open-sided tin-roofed structures to large wood-framed sheds with shingled roofs, windows, and electrical outlets. Sheds used on farms or in industry can be large structures. The main types of shed construction are metal sheathing over a metal frame, plastic sheathing and frame, all-wood construction, and vinyl-sided sheds built over a wooden frame.
A culture of shed enthusiasts exists in several countries. In Australia and New Zealand there are magazines called The Shed, an association for shed enthusiasts (the Australian Men's Shed Association), and a book entitled Men and Sheds.
The simplest and least-expensive sheds are available in kit form. Both shed kits and "do-it-yourself" plans are available for wooden and plastic sheds. Sheds are used to store home and garden tools and equipment such as lawn tractors, and gardening supplies. In addition, sheds can be used to store items that are not suitable for indoor storage, such as petrol (gasoline), pesticides, or herbicides.
A shed is a simple, single-story, non-residential structure.
Shed, The Shed, or Shedding may also refer to:
Shed is the debut studio album by American rock band Title Fight. It was released on May 3, 2011, through SideOneDummy Records. It received positive reviews, garnering an 81 on review aggregator Metacritic. It debuted at No. 8 on the Billboard Heatseekers chart.
All songs written by Title Fight
Photography: Manny Mares and Nathan Congleton
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
I know you hustle baby I ain't gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But, bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
How the f*ck you else you going where the shoe ain’t fitted
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
Goin pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna give
With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthaf*cking dollar
The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
You aint never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I ain't never seen a mark supplier without demand
And f*ck credit baby tell em broke n*ggas stop playing
Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it aint a life if you don’t live it, baby
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig
[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check
Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on, show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit