Cry Babies - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Cry Babies
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Kaseem Dean

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Lyric:
Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great

Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I play stations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm doctor love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

You see I'm ambidextrous, I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "It ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
And you run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber

Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TV's and satellites
I got a wheel of fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White

And the survey says? Kill a muthafucka now
Could it be off with his head? Or shoot a muthafucka down
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in scrabble

You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards, y'all not playin' with full decks
As if I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome mackin' some brauds and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

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All American Alien Boy - Lyrics - Ian Hunter

Title: All American Alien Boy
Artist: Ian Hunter
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

Lyric:
I'm just a whitey from Blighty, heading out west
I got my little green card an' my bulletproof vest
I goin' to New York City, oh, where the buzz is the best
On down the line, down the line

Well, I remember all the good times, me an' Miller enjoyed
Up and down the M1 in some luminous yo-yo toy
It's so sad you got to change 'cause the change you've got to destroy
Oh, look out Kennedy here I come, a land ahoy-hoy-hoy

All American alien boy
All American alien boy

All American alien boy
All, all American alien boy

Now don't you look down, put your feet on the ground
Don't drown in the big aquarium
Don't walk slow, put on a big show
Don't meat your vegetarian

Don't get slugged, get mugged, get bugged
Or they'll sling you in the jug
Shove you under some rug, I'll give you some drug
Pull out the plug and then

And now they're telling me the hamburger's cheaper than the other
An' this television's cheaper than the other
And they're selling me hot dogs cheaper than the other
An' these pizzas cheaper than the other
And I don't understand all this, 'cause I'm just an all American alien boy

I've got sodium nitrate rotting in my guts
My head's full of ulcers, my lungs are full of butts
My heart wants a transplant, it thinks that I'm nuts
My logic won't open, my eyes won't shut
An' I'm beginning to dig all this, being an all American alien child boy

All American alien boy
All American alien boy

All American alien boy
All American alien boy

Ten bears, two bears, standing bear, plenty bear
Old bear, brave bear, hollow horn bear
Silver knife, spotted tail, yellow hand, red cloud
Red fox, red horse, black kettle
White ghost, white bull, white thunder, white hog
Hold on a minute, gotta frog in my throat

Cochise, alchise, Roman nose, geronimo
Hold on a minute, there's more to go
Sitting fish, bull tall, bull crazy horse, short bull
Low dog, red dog, yellow wolf, low wolf
Loco, victorio, chato, little crow, dead eyes, jak, taza 'n' colorow

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Bad Guys Always Die - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Bad Guys Always Die
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Andre Young

Lyric:
The Wild Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha, ride

All you see is the sun reflectin' off of the gun
I'm ready for the showdown that go down at one
Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now
I'ma show you how real cowboys get down

I'm polishin' gold, waitin' for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
Feelin' bold, gangsters blood runs cold
It's time to reload this old 45 colt

The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots make sure I'm not rusty
It's passed noon, he should be here soon
Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon

All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sounds like a thousand wolves
I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze
I pose like a poster, he's closer than close

I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty
But I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early
And just when I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said

You never met me and you'll probably never see me again
But I know you, the name's Slim, you want revenge
Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you
I'm tellin' the truth, I got a price on my head too
'Cause when you

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun

Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die

He was 'Shady', I seen by the look on his face
He said take ten paces, shit, I took eight
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
My shit, went bang but it only fired a blank, he said
(You need bullets, hurry up run)

I put a clip in the gun and pointed at his lungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
(Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want)
I figured he was tellin' the truth that's why I didn't shoot
So what we gon' do, it's on you

(Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?)
The Chronic
(Well, all we gotta do is find a map to part two)
(And plus I know who's got it)
Who?
(Some old dude, he's got 26 plaques and he already sold two)

Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle
We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
An old ghost town that everybody forgot

A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim grabbed the shotgun
(Dre here's the plot)

This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless
He's goin' around sayin' he took the game from us
(Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin')
But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach

He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he's well respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is to get him to stop layin' eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps

I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swingin' doors in, started gun slinging
I could hear somebody singin', it sounded like a 'G Thang'
And a verse from 'Keep Their Heads Ringin''

I said, "It's Dre's Day", and started to spray
Against 1800, he pulls a AK
Hollow tips started flyin' every which way

That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a blunt that's rolled

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun

Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun

Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die

Always die
The Wild Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha, ride

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Falling Away From Me - Lyrics - Issues - Korn

Title: Falling Away From Me
Album: Issues
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
Hey, I'm feeling tired
My time, is gone today
You flirt with suicide
Sometimes, that's ok
Hear what others say
I'm here, standing hollow
Falling away from me
Falling away from me

Day, is here fading
That's when, I would say
I flirt with suicide
Sometimes kill the pain
I can always say
'It's gonna be better tomorrow'
Falling away from me
Falling away from me

Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screaming some sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground

(Falling away from me)
It's spinning round and round
(Falling away from me)
It's lost and can't be found
(Falling away from me)
It's spinning round and round
(Falling away from me)
So down

Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screaming some sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground

Pressing me, they won't go away
So I pray, go away
It's falling away from me

Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screaming some sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground

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Hell On Earth - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson

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Lyric:
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin' what's yours we do jerks rush the doors

Here come the deez tryin' to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit

Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga, Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
Ninety six strike back with more hot shit

Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight
Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes

Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off
Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

Articulate, hittin' body parts to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it

Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better body me
'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches, pointin' you out in pictures

'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin' me
All that bullshit, is just makin' me
More the better, then concentrate on gettin' chedda
If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you

Shape and mold you, sun you, then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal
International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix

Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, son I solved 'em
Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos

Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity Godfather part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace

Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein' clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, 'cause deep in the abyss

Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded

Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW niggaz is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret

Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me

Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message

Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin' four pound

Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground
I could truely care less the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist

Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged

P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds
We flush through your click get purged

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Hip Hop - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Hip Hop
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Gabriel Jackson, Dante Beze, David Axelrod, Michael Axelrod, Joseph Kirkland

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Lyric:
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on, y'all let's rock this
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall
My restlessness is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for days

Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add minister, subtract the wack selector
Wheel it back, I'm feelin' that
Ha, ha, ha, from the core to the perimeter black
You know the motto, stay fluid even in staccato

Mos Def, full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speakin' in the native tongue

I got my eyes on tomorrow, there it is
While you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently, shine so vibrantly
That eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips

Used to speak the king's English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base line, switch
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammunition
Chi, chi, chi, pow

Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Puttin' food on your plate, many crews can relate
Who choosin' your fate, yo, we went from pickin' cotton
To chain gang line choppin', to Be Boppin', to Hip Hoppin'
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watchin'

Where ya at? I'm high, low, east, west, all over your map
I'm gettin' big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock the fair weather friends flock
When your chart position drop then the phone calls

Chill for a minute, let's see who else tops
Snatch your shelf spot, don't gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock

Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement, ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits
Luxury tenements chokin' the skyline
It's low life gettin' tree top high

Here there's a back water remedy
Bitter and tender memory, A class E felony
Facin' the death penalty, hungh
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unaccredited

The break beats you get broken with
On time and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from sellin' crack to smokin' it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B Boys gettin' busy

The war time snap shot
The workin' man's jack pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic sponsor of the black glock

Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops, woo
It's all city like phase two, Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you, do whatever you say do
But black, it can't save you

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Living With The Big Lie - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Living With The Big Lie
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Mark Kelly, Steve Hogarth, Steve Rothery, John Helmer, Pete Trewavas, Ian Mosley

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Lyric:
It all began with the bright light
The bright light and the noise
The chaos of the senses
And the scream of desire

Touchin' and bein' touched
A million lose ends to tie up
Tickin' of the clock
And the cradle rock

The colors stand still
And then they move around
Comin' in and out of focus
Upside down

Empty winter trees
How space feels
Love of the soft
Flowers and the sky

One fine day
The chaos subsides
Bleeds into awareness
And a lifetime of surprise

The beauty of your mother's eyes
The pain when you fall
You drink it in and marvel at it all
But you never really figure it out
You get used to it

The babble of the family
And the dumb TV
Roar of the traffic
And the thunder of jets

Chemicals in the water
Drugs in the food
The heat of the kitchen
And the beat of the system

The attitude of authority
And the laws and the rules
Hit me square in the face
First morning at school

The heroes and the zeros
The first love of my life
When to kiss and to kick
And to keep your head down
When they're choosin' the sides

I was never any good at it
I was terrified most of the time
I never got over it
I got used to it

Alone in the city
At seventeen
With the hollow, the lonely
The drowning and the drowned

I was made to feel worthless, the wretched and the mean
Beat me up like a weapon
I can't run away from or find a way 'round
Holdin' on, holdin' on

The greed and the missiles
Exploding somewhere every day
Hideous dark secrets under the sea
And in holes in the ground

The cold war's gone
But those bastards'll find us another one
They're here to protect you, don't you know?
So get used to it, get used to it

Oh, the clash of religions
And the loaded prayers
Information the face of starvation
And the state of the nation

The sense that it's useless
And the fear to try
Not believin' the leaders, the media that feeds us
Livin' with the big lie

You get used to it
Hey, you get used to it
It's okay, it's okay, you get used to it

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Peace Of Me [Bonus Track] - Lyrics - Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield

Title: Peace Of Me [Bonus Track]
Album: Unwritten
Artist: Natasha Bedingfield
Composer(s): Natasha Bedingfield, Kara Dioguardi, Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
Standing still but still moving
Lying down but not resting
Breathing air, suffocating
All the while, I'm debating

Life was never what I thought
Never what I wanted it to be

Had a plan, couldn't follow
Had a dream, it was hollow
Everywhere felt like nowhere
Everything was so boring

Life was never what I wanted, never what I thought
Until you came and turned it all around

Oh, you found the piece of me
It was missing, it was broken, you put soul into it
Oh, you found the whole of me
I was empty, now I'm better, all my piece is back together

Restless ways for a living
Fitting in, 'cause I was driven
Saying yes when I meant no
Holding on, should've let go

I was scattered all around, left shattered on the ground
You picked me up

All I wanted was a little bit of hope, couldn't find it
You showed me something that I never knew I owned
You put a light to it

Oh, you found the piece of me
It was missing, it was broken, you put soul into it
Oh, you found the whole of me
I was empty, now I'm better 'cause you pieced me back together

What a life, always tried
What a life, lived without you
Don't leave me, and I won't
Fall apart, I won't leave you

And it's cold and I'm blind
And I would and it feels good
What a waste on my mind
Everytime, all the time
Oh, yeah, yeah, okay

Oh, you found the whole of me
It was missing, it was broken, you put it back together
Oh, you found the whole of me, yeah, yeah, oh
I was empty, now I'm better 'cause you pieced me back together

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Moonshield - Lyrics - The Jester Race - In Flames

Title: Moonshield
Album: The Jester Race
Artist: In Flames
Composer(s): Anders Par Friden, Jesper Claes Stroemblad, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte

Lyric:
Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground
Collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
Carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
Spill me the wind, ignite its fire
To steal of the colors, I'm the moon shield

Shattered hope became my guide
And grief and pain my friends
A brother pact in a blood ink penned
Declare my silent end

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
Reaching for the moon shield that once upon us shone

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
Reaching for the moon shield that once upon us shone

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
Spill me the wind, ignite its fire
To steal of the colors
I am, I am, I am
I'm the moon shield

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Gathering Dust - Lyrics - A Century Ends - David Gray

Title: Gathering Dust
Album: A Century Ends
Artist: David Gray
Composer(s): David Gray

Lyric:
I got no reason but that I must
Maybe I feel like I?ve been gathering dust
I must leave this harbour for the sea
I'm too young to settle down and make a home
But I don't know where I'm wanting to be
I just know I have to be there alone

Stole my time, all my time
Stole my time for you

Pale winter sun is beatin' the ground
Why'm I throwin' away the best thing that I?ve found
My young heart's in tatters and I?m sure
That it will be a long time healing
It's so hard to see what I?m doing this for
When loneliness is all that I?m feeling

Stole my time, all my time
Spend my time for you

Now the wind it is blowing, blowing leaves from the trees
I?ve got no use knowing that with time it will ease
I don't know where I'm going, hope I get there soon
'Cause my soul is hollow as the sorrowful moon
Na, na, na, na

Now the wind it is blowing, blowing leaves from the trees
I?ve got no use knowing that with time it will ease
I don't know where I'm going, hope I get there soon
'Cause my soul is hollow as the sorrowful moon
Na, na, na, na

The night is raining on my weary head
Taking me back

See the sun spread its wings of gold as the dawn unfurls
Hear the song that the moon sings to the darkened world
Feel the fire lighting in the bitter cold
See the light that shines through the windows of your soul

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Get Down - Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

Title: Get Down
Album: The Reason
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

I'll smack you in the grill or you'll feel the 45 harding
45 Yards of football stitches, look ya'll bitches (Black)
Bullets in and out the same spot
Turn you so skinny you can, in and out of rain drop
Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot
Mac with the block could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nitsie Russel and Lady Boss
(Man) Tricky hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss
You cant escape hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 Long six shots
Get ya shit stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya strip hot, you could get swat
You could get cops, niggaz get ya shit mopped
Hit ya block with two semis and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty
This four pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing with blackmatics
One Mac eleven, one seven
A line up four buck tears for one bredren
Leave three basins of tears from one widow
50 Cars back to back with stick-up windows
Hollow points clap from Mac sittin' em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya back getting out you
Disable niggaz get staples and shit patch you
Shift over ya liver and able to reroute you
Leave you niggz tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit) how you want it dog? We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach sitting out
Dig this when the shits on, get gone
I'm rated PG, pull on-get gone

Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

You know Sigel play with them eagles, niggaz don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb
Bunch of niggaz where ya corners at
Get a whop, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black
Aint no warnin' black, when Im wearin' black mask
Over the braids two nines like Warren Sapp
Bring prosperity back to the hood like Buck Jay
Turn ya block to slump day, who want gunplay?
All you niggaz pennies add up to one thing my dollars
Hollows holla, first class trip to satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pillot? DOA Airlines, dead on arrival
Flatline you, no survivers they cant find you
Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr
You way out ya league
Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed

Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

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Ya'Meen - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: Ya'Meen
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, David Styles, Josh Joergensen, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Clifford Smith, D Klein

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Lyric:
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo

How should I get it started, f*** it, just get it started?
These trash talking artists is nothing, n****z is garbage
When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless

Might break a promise but never breaking the code
Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds
My block, hot as a sauna, n**** w*** u* a** j***
C**** deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap

And, if life's a b****, then I bet she bitter and cold
Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold
Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose
Cops don't know about this Method but smell it all in his clothes

Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that, I'm back
With enough, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up
New York, New York, Rock Tube socks and Timberlands
'Cause hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues
You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through
And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun
Homey, you can't live, gotta go and get them g***

You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage
Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package
We pushing rain pain, gotta go and get that money
Y'all going, "Hey, hey", but don't that pen look lovely

You must not know who y'all n****z is f***ing with
I can take life n** just for the f*** of it
Crack's crazy, that n****'ll smack babies
Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady

Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle
Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you
The Average Joe, with an average flow
Me and Meth bringing back New York, n****

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles
S.P., turn your top five into vegetables
You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room
And the next five, I plan to getting all of them soon

Y'all can meet me at the table that's round or get ya place in the ground
That's what you get when you facing me, clown
Who got the crown, I'm piss on it now while you wearing it
Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing it

Been Nike Airing it, white tee out
Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
I'm a thug or star investing in living, n****z sippin' soup
Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth

N****z in the East wanna unite, not me
If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come to be right
Know what I mean? If you don't, then you not of being
Your four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, n****

I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)

The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me
(Ya'meen, ya'meen)
Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em
(Ya'meen)

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The End - Lyrics - Leo Sayer

Title: The End
Artist: Leo Sayer
Composer(s): David Courtney, Leo Sayer

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Lyric:
He says he doesn't care
To the girl with the painted hair
And staggers through the angry crowd
Like it isn't there

Feels like a wall of sound
As he crashes down
No one stops to look
When he hits the ground

We're the nouveaux rich
On a one way tip
Living out on a razor's edge
Just to get our kicks

We're gonna take a stand
'Til the world is in our hands
And if we win or lose
We don't give a damn

Hollow people living empty lives
Looking vacant in the neon lights
Who need the truth when you can live a lie
Can't stop now it's too late

'Cause we're running blind
'Til the end, comes like a thunder
Yeah, and we all fall under
No one gives a damn
Come on now, let's meet the end

He tries to make it home
Head like a block of stone
His eyes so closed up now
His arm so full of dope

There's nowhere left to run
He cries out but no one comes
In the back of some dark alley
He dies alone

Hollow people living empty lives
Hearts feel nothing in the neon lights
Feelings here are so cheap these days
No one really cares

If we lose of if we win
Yeah, were the angry youth
Yeah, don't wanna be like you
Yeah, we do what we want

'Til we wanna die
Yeah, we're the nouveaux rich
Yeah, we gotcha in our grip
There's no escape for you

'Cause we're running blind
We're so angry
We're just so angry, angry
We're all so angry
In the end

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Tomorrow - Lyrics - Kings Of Pop - Home Grown

Title: Tomorrow
Album: Kings Of Pop
Artist: Home Grown
Composer(s): Adam Tyler Lohrbach

Lyric:
Awake at ground zero
Another day wasting away
Nothing seems to matter
'Cuz nothings ever changed

California dreamin'
Has never meant that much to me
We're living in this nightmare
Comes so easily

Holding on
When I don't belong
If this is right then I cant go wrong
Holding on
But I know right now
I'll never make it

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
And figure out where to begin
Maybe I wont feel so hollow
But I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleeping in

Days seem like their decades
In minutes past life years gone by
Still I sit here wasting
The time of my life

California dreamin'
Will never mean that much to me
And you'll never understand
How it feels to me

Holding on
When you don't belong
When you don't feel right
But its all you got
Holding on
But I'm pretty sure
I'll never make it

Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
And figure out where to begin
And maybe I wont feel so hollow

Its 3 a.m
(Its 3 a.m)
And it feels like this 4 walls are caving in
Please tell me I'm not alone
(I'm not alone)
'Cuz I'm tired of sleeping in

(Whoa)
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
(Whoa)
And figure out where to begin
(Whoa)
Maybe I wont feel so hallow
But I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleeping in

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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Shotz To Tha Double Glock - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Shotz To Tha Double Glock
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Graveyard Shift Bone Poetic Hustlas D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Ooh killa
Ooh killa

If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha
If you're a busta, niggas gone have fun witcha

So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same

Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs, what's up nigga get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now

Nigga, that I thug wit kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel and nigga we peel caps
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch, nigga don't test my hood

A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
Them niggas off the 9, 9

The foundation of niggas committin' a crime is murderin' every time
Nigga beware 'cuz here come the Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls
With that nine shot, givin' props to the double glock

Pump, pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast
Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked

You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop

You better be ready for this thug style
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the glock glock, well don't get your wig's split now
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the dark side

Betta grab your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin'
As soon they get out, 187 you're caught in a murder
Niggas up to no good, uh oh, fuck no
They never could fuck with a thug ho

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Nuthin' but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin' bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down

Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer

Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Thuggin' through my thuggish ass hood at night with my pipe
Thuggin down the double glock tryin' to get my serve on
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body

Now peep my creep, I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll, know we willing and able

Rollin' with Ruthless bitch, betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto

Nigga don't take the wrong turn or you will enter the hood
And were spittin', so cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns, Dogg Pound hoes, it's on

Let's begin in the mix of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
'Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
Leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what

Don't make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' wit those

It's them thugs runnin' a muck on none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back

Puttin 'em Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down, thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe somebody gets fucked, ya still don't want some bitch
But what the muthafuck, I wanna wham ya wit a Tec-9
Now bitch press yo luck

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

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Season Of Hollow Soul - Lyrics - Ingénue - K. D. Lang

Title: Season Of Hollow Soul
Album: Ingénue
Artist: K. D. Lang
Composer(s): Ben Mink, K D Lang

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Lyric:
Keen to the shifting wind
I bend to it blind
To rid these kisses of sin
That must stay behind

Sour the fruit of neglect
The core of my doubt
Deprived are my veins you infect
With or without

Fate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul

The ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soul

Seeds of uprooted chance
Are grains of goodbye
Waving boughs so slowly dance
Questioning why

Fate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul

The ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soul

Fate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soul

Fate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul

The ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soul, of hollow soul

Fate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soul

Fate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soul

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Sun Arise - Lyrics - Love It To Death - Alice Cooper

Title: Sun Arise
Album: Love It To Death
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Harry Butler, Rolf Harris

Lyric:
Sun arise come every mornin'
Sun arise come every mornin'
Sun arise come every mornin'
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground

Sun arise fillin' up the hollow
Sun arise fillin' up the hollow
Sun arise fillin' up the hollow
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground

Sun arise she come every mornin'
Sun arise each and every day
Sun arise she come every mornin'
Sun arise every every every every day

She drive away the darkness everyday
She drive away the darkness everyday
She drive away your darkness everyday
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground

Sun arise, sun arise, sun arise
Every every every every
Sun arise, sun arise, sun arise
Every every every every
Sun arise, sun arise, sun arise
Every every every every

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