1000 Things - Lyrics - Tonight Not Again/Live at Eagles Ballroom - Jason Mraz

Title: 1000 Things
Album: Tonight Not Again/Live at Eagles Ballroom
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Jason Mraz

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Lyric:
And I'm, I'm over-joyed
And I'm, I'm over-loved
And I'm feeling lucky like a little boy
Who's hiding under cover
And looking to discover
Every way to play the part inside this darkened cave
The meaning of life, well it starts at the nightlight
Close your eyes and I hope you see mine

And I've, well I've seen a thousand things in one place
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face
Erasing memory, well I feel as though I've never seen a face before
Until I saw your eyes
And they're smiling back at me through my tears
I've been counting all these years, oh
Suddenly the thousand things I've seen were nothing more than dreams of
Of you and me
You and me
Quietly at a standstill now
Fortunately you will, well you'll kiss me, I will
I will kiss you back

Oh the fact of the matter is
And I don't know what the latter is, oh no way
See, I've always wanted to kiss you
But I, I always wanted to run from you
Because I've always wanted to miss you
And I, I always wanted to come for you

"Well I love my comfort foods," you said
While you always say, "How do you do?"

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5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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American Bad Ass - Lyrics - The History Of Rock - Kid Rock

Title: American Bad Ass
Album: The History Of Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game and as they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
And if I come off soft then chew on this, are you scared?

Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows

The chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that

I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes
I went platinum, seven times
And still they ill, they wanna see us fry
I guess because only God knows why, why why why

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, fuck y'all

I like AC-DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, The Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones

Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass

But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say, hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, uh, uh, uh, gat

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with
Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker

I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place

Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air

Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big, fuck you

Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits, I know it stinks in here
'Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey

I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey hey
From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit City back on the map and singin
Hey hey hey hey, Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at

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Anger Management - Lyrics - Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem

Title: Anger Management
Album: Methods Of Mayhem
Artist: Methods Of Mayhem
Composer(s): Tim Murray, Tommy Lee

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Lyric:
I don't deny I'm in the public eye
Seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy
Makes me wonder why they don't live their own lives

They're not news reporters, they're full of bullshit and lies
Leave them alone, their karma will be their demise
I can read between the lines
They make up shit because there's no shit to find, find
Fu-fu-fuck 'em

I'm under a microscope directly going to prison if I take a toke
People ask me for answers as if I was the pope
I'm my own spiritual leader on this emotional teeter totter
My senses are getting hotter

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back, back

Why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back

Now I see what's on the real
The public craves drama like a pig that squeals
They watched me in court testifyin' to a fucked up charge
I was drowning myself in my own tears

Of my boys growing up in the early years
Without their father near
Ain't no way I'm gonna disappear, can you hear?
Freedom can be taken from you at anytime
So you better think twice before you pay the price, pay the price

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back, back

Why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back

And no one can condemn
And no one can condemn

Fittin' to go Richter, gonna get sicka
That's for sure we're bumpin' up the temperature
We're blowin' up the area, gonna scare ya
We're Methods Of Mayhem, no one can condemn

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back, back

Why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back

And no one can condemn
And no one can condemn

Fittin' to go Richter, gonna get sicka
That's for sure we're bumpin' up the temperature
We're blowin' up the area, gonna scare ya
We're the Methods Of May-May-Mayhem

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back, back

Why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
Get the fuck back
Get the fuck back

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Because I Love You - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: Because I Love You
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Chuck Cannon, Skip Ewing

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Lyric:
Because I love you
And that's the reason why
'Cause I love you
I'll reach up to the sky

And pull down a fairytale
A wishing well, a magic spell
And give them all to you

'Cause I love you
All I ever think about's
When I can touch you
'Cause I can't live without

Your little sweet surprise
Your hazel eyes, I'm hypnotized
And there's nothin' I can do

Because I love you
I'll always be honestly
Willingly, faithful and true

Because I love you
I'm hopelessly, endlessly
Yours, heart and soulfully

And I devotedly
Do it, 'cause I do it
'Cause I do it, 'cause I
Do it, 'cause I love you

Because I need you
Say you'll never go away
Because I want you
Every night and every day

Your little mystery
Keeps kissing me, I'm history
And there's nothin' I can do

Because I love you
I'll always be honestly
Willingly, faithful and true

Because I love you
I'm hopelessly, endlessly
Yours, heart and soulfully

And I devotedly
Do it, 'cause I do it
'Cause I do it, 'cause I
Do it, 'cause I love you

Yeah, because I love you
I'll always be honestly
Willingly, faithful and true

Because I love you
I'm hopelessly, endlessly
Yours, heart and soulfully

And I devotedly
Do it, 'cause I do it
'Cause I do it, 'cause

Because I love you
I'll always be honestly
Willingly, faithful and true

Because I love you
I'm hopelessly, endlessly
Yours, heart and soulfully

And I devotedly
Do it, 'cause I do it
'Cause I do it, 'cause

'Cause I love you, oh
'Cause I love you, oh
Oh, I do it, 'cause I do it
'Cause I do it, 'cause

Because I love you

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Because You Live - Lyrics - Beautiful Soul - Jesse Mccartney

Title: Because You Live
Album: Beautiful Soul
Artist: Jesse Mccartney
Composer(s): Andreas Carlsson, Desmond Child, Chris Braide

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Lyric:
Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart
It's the end of the world in my mind
Then your voice pulls me back, like a wake-up call

I've been looking for the answer, somewhere
I couldn't see that it was right there
But now I know what I didn't know

Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself
When nobody else can help because you live girl
My world has twice as many stars in the sky

It's all right, I survived, I'm alive again
'Cause of you, made it through every storm
What is life? What's the use? If you're killing time

I'm so glad I found an angel
Someone, who was there when all my hopes fell
I wanna fly looking in your eyes

Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself
When nobody else can help because you live girl
My world has twice as many stars in the sky
Because you live, I live

Because you live, there's a reason why
I carry on when I lose the fight
I want to give what you've givin' me always

Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself
When nobody else can help because you live girl
My world has twice as many stars in the sky

Because you live and breathe
Because you make me believe in myself
When nobody else can help

Because you live girl
My world has everything, I need to survive
Because you live, I live, I live

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Because You'Re Mine - Lyrics - Nat King Cole

Title: Because You'Re Mine
Artist: Nat King Cole
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn, Nikolaus Brodszky

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Lyric:
Because you're mine
The brightest star I see
Looks down, my love and envies me
Because you're mine
Because you're mine

Because you're mine
The breeze that hurries by
Becomes a melody and why?
Because you're mine
Because you're mine

I only know for as long
As I may live
I'll only live for the kiss
That you alone may give me

And when we kiss
That isn't thunder, dear
It's only my poor heart
You hear and its applause
Because you're mine

I only know for as long
As I may live
I'll only live for the kiss
That you alone may give me

And when we kiss
That isn't thunder, dear
It's only my poor heart
You hear and its applause
Because you're mine

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Better - Lyrics - Hero - Kirk Franklin

Title: Better
Album: Hero
Artist: Kirk Franklin
Composer(s): Kirk Franklin, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris

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Lyric:
Watch me now
Watch me now
Watch me now
Watch me now

If I could I, I'd get away
Far from all this trouble I see everyday
Nobody wants to show their face
This life is like a, like a masquerade

I know You love me, I know You care
But while I?m hurting
I just need to know You?re there
Watching over me and I feel You telling me

Count it all joy, always remember
Life will get better, it?s gonna get better
No matter the weapon, it will not prosper
Things will get better, it?s gonna get better

Persecuted, pushed away
Didn?t think I?d live to see another day
Cried some tears and, and couldn?t pray
And when I tried at times I couldn?t find the words to say

But now I?m stronger because of You
Without You Jesus, I never could have made it through
Thank You for watching me
Loving me and telling me

Count it all joy, always remember
Life will get better, it?s gonna get better
No matter the weapon, it will not prosper
Things will get better, it?s gonna get better

Count it all joy, always remember
Life will get better, it?s gonna get better
No matter the weapon, it will not prosper
Things will get better, it?s gonna get better

Life sometimes may change
And nobody wants to feel pain
But it came to help you grow
That one thing you need to know
God?s in love with you
And He?ll never let you go

I can't stop now
I said, I can't stop now
I said, I can't stop now
People you gotta remember

Count it all joy, always remember
Life will get better, it?s gonna get better
No matter the weapon, it will not prosper
Things will get better, it?s gonna get better

Count it all joy, always remember
Life will get better, it?s gonna get better
No matter the weapon, it will not prosper
Things will get better, it?s gonna get better

So the next time you feel like givin' up remember
It?s gonna get better
The next time you feel like walkin' away remember
It?s gonna get better

The next time you feel like you look at your bank account remember
It?s gonna get better
The next time your child is in trouble remember
It?s gonna get better

You're talkin' about your boss just remember
It?s gonna get better
The next time you cry in the midnight hour
It?s gonna get better

Look at somebody and tell 'em it's gonna get
It?s gonna get better
I feel like [Incomprehensible]
Come on

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Big Bad Sister - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Big Bad Sister
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Moorer, Mark Howard James

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Lyric:
Oh yeah
Brooklyn's in the house, so come on now
Brooklyn's in the house
Yo, Staten Island is in the house
Staten Island is in the house

So let me hear you say Queens is in the house
Come on now, Queens is in the house
Long Island is in the house, say what?
Long Island is in the house, yeah

The Bronx is in the house, uh
The Bronx is in the house, let me hear you say
Uptown's in the house one time
Uptown's in the house

Well, they're fallin', fallin' but I can catch them
I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them
Bring them back into the real rap attack
Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack

Forty five, yeah baby, forty five, yeah
Tell the silly mothers that we do give a
I'm not a psychic but you can tell your sidekick
In ninety-one, Lyte is kickin' some fly

Take it from me, or could you really take it?
And if you got away with it, would you really make it
In the world of hip-hop, frontin' like you're me?
C'mon now Hobbes, that I could never see

So just step aside and feel it tonight
'Cause comin' to a store near you is M.C. Lyte

Who's that bad? Who's that bad?

I'm bigger than Bono, see I go solo
Broader than broad, see how I soared
The big bad sister from around your way
I'm not tall but I'm small don't matter what I weigh

I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mind
I get hip with the hop I'm the tip from the top
I go all out, you never see me fall out
Although you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout

Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one
Funky lyrics synced with M.C. Lyte 'cause I be droppin' it
The name the Lyte because my skin I'm blacker than black
Comin' right and exact, for the rap attack

Some say they don't like the words I choose to use
I don't give a damn, Lyte will never loose
I ain't no sucka and I ain't into pleasin'
Some critic that criticizes me for no reason

What's with the opinion it's a stated fact
I rule the pack, from the top of the stack
So fuck the stocks and bonds I'm your new investment
Pick up the album it's quite a refreshment

Compared to the day to day bullshit you hear
Pay attention and listen I'm comin' clear to the ear
For all you non believers and you perpetrators
That talk to me now but talk about me later

It's time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrow
I'm the star of today and the star of tomorrow
I'm takin' out the old jacks, rippin' up the new ones
I don't care if it means I have to ruin

I will and I shall and I get the job completed
Those that don't belong they will be deleted
From the rap roster, I'm not an impostor
I'm comin' to you live with the forty five
Straight from the studio with a view in New York City

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Blah Blah - Lyrics - Public Warning - Lady Sovereign

Title: Blah Blah
Album: Public Warning
Artist: Lady Sovereign
Composer(s): Gabriel Olegavich, Louise Harman

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Lyric:
Make way for the S O V

I say first priorities, it just cost me
At Maccy D's at about half three
What you munching on?
Quarter-pounder with cheese?
Chatting about me and Billyes

Now S O V, you wish
S O V, can't speak
S O V, just quit
Whatever don't talk with your mouth full

That's alright discussing me
It's all publicity
Even if it's not costing me
You're still dashing my name around the city

It's all good though
Blup, blup publicity for free
White midget, a huh mine fright
Somebody just dialed my digits

Is it for your man?
Is it?
Ha, flatter for the way
That you use your credit

If you go say I'm nobody
Well, if I'm nobody then why are you ringing me?
You drained your credit that's filling it
While my style, you's you're not feeling it?

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you are a star
Live for your mother like reh reh reh rah

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
All your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you are a star
Live for your mother like reh reh reh rah

Your people want to classify me as an Eminem
What hear? What I'm a different kind of specimen
Just because I be a white Caucasian
Doesn't mean me and him are the same

Because one I'm not American, two I'm not a man
Three I come into with a different kind of plan
Setting the facts straight 'cause I know that I can
Will it ever wait 'cause I do the ultravan?

Categories I don't fit into any
Why? I'm onto top the stars many
Writing out more lines than Bur berry
Then it will be like a victim of 20

Make them lick my saliva off the floor
That spit that's bad
When I walked in the door
Release my metaphor like O' Blimey

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you are a star
Live for your mother like reh reh reh rah

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
All your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you are a star
Live for your mother like reh reh reh rah

I know you know most about me over your Sunday roast
Or mid-morning cheese on toast
But when I found out you're talking
It's all different you start squawking

S O V, I never said that
S O V, you know you ain't white
S O V, I love your track
Well, what the f*** you want b**** a pound in the bank?

I'm varying 'cause I'm soon to be best friends
From best friends comes the next Blahbarian
Let me only start caring
When you're preparing the new rhythm

Now everyday the kids wearing
And oh God, I got posh people swearing
The rich, the poor, the snobs, the whores
Oh, dear Blahbarians galore

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
In one ear and it comes straight out the other
Repeating yourself like you are a star
Live for your mother like reh reh reh rah

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
All your words in my brain are turning into clutter
Repeating yourself like you are a star
Live for your mother like reh reh reh rah

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Boy'S Gone - Lyrics - Jason Mraz

Title: Boy'S Gone
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Jason Thomas Mraz

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Lyric:
The boy's gone
The boy's gone home
The boy's gone
The boy's gone home

What will happen to a face in the crowd
When it finally gets too crowded
And what will happen to the origins of sound
After all the sounds have sounded
Well I hope, I never have to see that day
But by God, I know it's headed our way
So I better be happy now that the boy's gone home
The boy's gone home

And what becomes of a day for those
Who rage against it
And who will sum up the phrase for all
Left standing around in it
Well I suppose we'll all make our judgement calls
We'll walk it alone, stand up tall
Then march to the fall
So we better be happy now that we'll all go home
Oh yeah, we'll all go home

Be so happy with the way you are
Just be happy that you made it this far
Go on be happy now, please be happy now
Because you say that this, this is something else, alright
I say that this, this is a something else, alright
I say that this, ooh this is something, this is something else
Ohh, th-th-this is ohh
Th-th-this is, yeah
Th-th-this is all something else

Well I tried to live my life and live it so well
But when it's all over is it Heaven or is it Hell
So I better be happy now that no one can tell
So nobody knows
I'm gonna be happy with the way that I am
I'm gonna be happy with all that I stand for
And I'm gonna be happy now because the boy's going home
The boy's going home

The boy is going home
The boy is going home
The boy is going home
The boy is going home
The boy is going home

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By_Myslf - Lyrics - Reanimation - Linkin Park

Title: By_Myslf
Album: Reanimation
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon, Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn

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Lyric:
Myself

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give into sad thoughts that are maddening?

Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch 'em red handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?

Because I can't hold when I'm stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again, by myself

Myself
I ask why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself

Myself
I ask why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself

I can't look around
(It's too much to take in)
I can't hold back
(When I'm stretched so thin)

I can't slow down
(Watching everything spin)
I can't look back
(Starting over again)

If I turn my back, I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on, then they?ll
Take from me 'til everything is gone

If I let them go, I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch 'em I'll be, outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer, by myself

Myself
I ask why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself

Myself
I ask why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself

I can't look around
It's too much to take in
I can't hold back
When I'm stretched so thin

I can't slow down
Watching everything spin
I can't look back
Starting over again

Don't you
Don't you
Don't you

Know, I can't tell you how to make it
Go, no matter what I do, how hard I
Try, I can?t seem to convince myself
Why, I?m stuck on the outside, don't you

Know, I can't tell you how to make it
Go, no matter what I do, how hard I
Try, I can?t seem to convince myself
Why, I?m stuck on the outside, don't you

Know, I can't tell you how to make it
Go, no matter what I do, how hard I
Try, I can?t seem to convince myself
Why, I?m stuck on the outside, don't you

Know, I can't tell you how to make it
Go, no matter what I do, how hard I
Try, I can?t seem to convince myself
Why, I?m stuck on the outside, don't you

Know, I can't tell you how to make it
Go, no matter what I do, how hard I
Try, I can?t seem to convince myself
Why, I?m stuck on the outside, don't you

Know, I can't tell you how to make it
Go, no matter what I do, how hard I
Try, I can?t seem to convince myself
Why, I?m stuck on the outside

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By Myself - Lyrics - Hybrid Theory - Linkin Park

Title: By Myself
Album: Hybrid Theory
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon, Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn

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Lyric:
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?

Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?

Because I can?t hold on when I?m stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I?m lost within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again

By myself, I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can?t rely on myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can?t rely on myself

I can?t hold on
(To what I want when I?m stretched so thin)
It?s all too much to take in
I can?t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in

If I turn my back I?m defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they?ll
Take from me ?til everything is gone

If I let them go I?ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I?ll be outrun
If I?m killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I?ll be buried in the silence of the answer

By myself, I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can?t rely on myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can?t rely on myself

I can?t hold on
(To what I want when I?m stretched so thin)
It?s all too much to take in
I can?t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in

How do you think, I?ve lost so much?
I?m so afraid, I?m out of touch
How do you expect, I will know what to do?
When all I know is what you tell me to

Don?t you know, I can?t tell you how to make it go?
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can?t seem to convince myself why
I?m stuck on the outside

Don?t you know, I can?t tell you how to make it go?
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can?t seem to convince myself why
I?m stuck on the outside

I can?t hold on
(To what I want when I?m stretched so thin)
It?s all too much to take in
I can?t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in

I can?t hold on
(To what I want when I?m stretched so thin)
It?s all too much to take in
I can?t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking

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Canned Heat - Lyrics - Synkronized - Jamiroquai

Title: Canned Heat
Album: Synkronized
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Simon Katz, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Wallis Buchanan, Toby Smith

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Lyric:
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then my chance to get to heaven slipped
I used to worry about the future
But then I threw my caution to the wind

I had no reason to be care free, no, no, no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down

Dance, nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups
Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent, hey, hey

It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got
I know I never ever felt like this before
I don't know what to do but then that's nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through

Hey dancing nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Hey, got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

You know, know, know I'm gonna dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight baby
You know I've got canned heat up my heels

You know this boogie is for real
Only the wind can blow the answer
And she cries to me when I'm asleep
She says you know that you can go much faster
I know that peoples' talk can be so cheap, hey

I got this voodoo child in veined on me
I'm gonna use my power to ascend
You know I got these running heels to use
Sometimes there's no way I lose, I was born to run and built to last
You've never seen my feet 'cause they move so fast

Dance yeah, hey nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance, hey
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

Hey, I've got to dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight, baby

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
You know I'm gonna dance my blues away

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, come on got canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight, baby

Hey, got so much

Dance, hey, DJ let the music play
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ let the music play
(I'm gonna let this party live)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I'm gonna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Party live, I'm gonna let this party live, hey)
I'm gonna let this party live
Canned heat in my heels tonight

Dance, you know this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat in my heels
Dance, gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, you know, you know this boogie this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat, canned heat in my heels
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight

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Conscious Rapper - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Conscious Rapper
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Terry Aundriel

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Lyric:
You think this is easy right?
(Yeah)
You think this is easy right?
(That's easy)
You think you got what it takes?
(Yeah that's easy)
Huh, we gon' see, we gon' see right now
(Now what?)
Look

So you wanna be a conscious rapper
Can you handle the press and they negative chatter?
Can you eat cold platters and still spit data?
Watchin' others spit lies and they pockets get fatter

Can you climb up the ladder, and reach the top?
But it still doesn't matter, 'cause you ain't pop
Can you rock for the love of the art?
Can you drop hit after hit after hit and still don't chart?

Can you really stay loyal to God
When your life is full of strife, plus it always seems so hard
Can you handle the criticism
People holdin' you up to higher standards, but they don't live 'em

Can you hear these kiddy flows and laugh at it
But when you spit they callin' you arrogant?
You better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to pop your Cris', let's do it

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

To be a conscious rapper ain't a mystery
You gotta laugh when they call you contradictory
The whole industry, you gotta push and pull it
To really get with me, you gotta dodge they bullets

Blaow, blaow, blaow, every day and every way
You critics got somethin' to say
At the same time, you gotta uphold Christ
Uphold life, while others flash cars and ice

It could break you down, take you down, make you frown
It could actually shake your ground
But if you love who you are, and believe in that
Best believe you will be where the teacher's at

And where's that? in fact, in cold or heat
Yes, I declare victory over the streets
Overstand, over these beats, over the so-called elite
Over the strong, over the weak

I know how to speak, and most of all I know how to eat
I know I want humble and meek
So you better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to pop your Cris', uhh

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

Look, so you thinkin' about bein' a conscious MC
Well you gotta love God and you got to live free
You got to see the life that others can't see
You got to be the person that others can't be

You can't be a S-L-A, V-E
If you sayin' to yourself, "This may be me"
Then you know goin' in that you work against sin
Your very skills will kill the demons within

So don't expect respect from slaves and hoes
Nor the slavemaster's video shows
Nor the rap mags, you know how it go
Especially black mags, you know they don't know

Just go to the crowd that you know will need you
'Cause nothing compares to the respect of the people
That's what you look for, that's what you work with
'Cause anything else, is truly worthless

You better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to just pop your Cris'
You better think about that, 'fore you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to just pop your Cris', uhh

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

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99 Problems - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: 99 Problems
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Jr. Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow

Lyric:
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me
Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit
But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
Brother Marquis in the house
(Yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' nigga)

Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems
All these niggaz is havin' girl problem, Marq
(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)
Lemme tell you what time is it

I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South
A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth

I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there, hey, the one I'm gonna get

But yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though
No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word
Ice in the whole damn herd
I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve

I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link
Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit it
Nah, a bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue
I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built
A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk

I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
A bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane
I even got a bitch off Soul Train
I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz

Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum
But she's the most fun
I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you show
Mhese motherfuckers all the over the world the to live
Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you?

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them
I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't need none of them
Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion
All hos suck cock, nigga, how you play 'em?

That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em
Stick dick in they mouth, take it out and I skeet on 'em
The nigga the one nighter, the bitch exciter
I only love my hos when I'm goin' up inside her

Problem number one is gettin' money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin'
I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin'

Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em
The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em
So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill
I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill

Gettin' pussy's just another expense
If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent
I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum
I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

Ha, yo Marquis, my motherfucker, you got problems, man?
(A bitch ain't one)
Aww shit, now let me tell you how to do this shit

I got a bitch that loves to G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves both
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes

I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow
A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man because they're bitches too

I got a bitch that's cool, a bitch that's hot
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at
She gets up under me and purrs like a cat

I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks
I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks
I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat
I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'?
(Huh, you know a bitch ain't one)
I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis
But a bitch ain't one

Man, you got yourself nothin' man
Fuck them raggedy stank ass hos nigga

A bitch ain't one
I got a problems stayin' out here on these streets
With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know?
But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers
Buyin' my records but a bitch ain't one

Fuck 'em all, nigga, fuck them motherfuckers
You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one
Got problems man
All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin' ass f'real

Really, niggaz worryin' about bitches
They better, they better find somethin' else to worry about

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Abba Zabba - Lyrics - Lechuza - Fenix Tx

Title: Abba Zabba
Album: Lechuza
Artist: Fenix Tx
Composer(s): Adam Lewis, William Salazar, Damon Ryan De La Paz

Lyric:
These nights, they, they go by slower and slower
I'm searching for the sun beneath the sheets
And I think I'm getting colder and older
While jealousy just gets the best of me

Take all this infatuation and envy
I never thought I'd be this way with you
Make your wish, blow out the candles
And I hope that every one of them comes true

And she said, "Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come"
Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come

Don't praise me because I made it through
Without any help from you, without anyone at all
Don't hate me because I didn't make the call
And I'll never take the fall

And she said, "Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come"
Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come

Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come
Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come

Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come
Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come

Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come
Don't live with frustration
I've learned from years of patience
Your day will come

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A Countryboy Can Survive - Lyrics - That's How They Do It In Dixie - The Essential Collection - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: A Countryboy Can Survive
Album: That's How They Do It In Dixie - The Essential Collection
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Hank Jr. Williams

Lyric:
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only get mugged if you go downtown

I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four wheel drive
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long, I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And countryboy can survive, country folk can survive

Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them ol' boys raised on shotguns
We say grace and we say ma'am
And if you ain't into that, we don't give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his life

I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my ol' forty-five
'Cause a countryboy can survive
Country folks can survive

'Cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run
And we're them ol' boys raised on shotgun
We say grace, we say ma'am
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn

We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck and run a trout line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive
Countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

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Afro Connections At A Hi 5 - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Afro Connections At A Hi 5
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Paul Huston

Lyric:
This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts
Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
Look up to, that fell the fuck off
And now they doing all that R'n'B sh
You mean Rhthym and Blues?
No, rappin' bullsh

Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick, I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick
Dick headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
I play the corner tough

And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
Givin' high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don't front
I get spliffed, get a stiff, then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro, nah, man, a super ho
That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro
Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second

I keep a level head and stay down to earth
'Cause I've been an Afro since birth
Yeah, now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I've got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the Ave
You niggas cheat me, well who's that!
My breath never smells wack

I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
Before I kiss myself I always jump back
Yo, gee, this track is stack and you know that

I do three flips when a punk flip on my duke lifts
But I flex more strength when I'm asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold ear locks
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the Native Tongue's thick

Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal
'Cause connection with the Afro is real

I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it's tough to bluff a cab
No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
I play of tape of the son of La-di-da
My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self

With the quickness I bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don't understand

The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibi dibi dit

My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I.
And another crib in Queens
I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head
My favorite pork chops and plate of collar greens
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in
And the Poppa but the connections are still a high-five

Let's get busy

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