1 2 3 - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: 1 2 3
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Raymond Rogers, Vern Smith

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Lyric:
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems

It's a cool summer night
My 4 4's on my waist, gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef with some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground, I gotta shut it down

They pull up on my block, I'm in my little brown hooptie
So they guess I want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherfucker, it's a handful of South side

1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems

I put two to his head, I jumped on the southern state
Then I'm rushin' out to Hempstead
One down and one to go, I heard the next nigga's on
And he's gotten a ball of dough

I kick in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the door with my nickel plated fo', fo'
And word up that shit is soft
The way this nigga hit the floor when the freaky got raw

Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Aiy yo, Money, where your stash at?
He took me back inside this room
Beside the safe full of G's, he had mad bags of booze

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

A lot to do
I call up the underground
let me speak to that nigga Lu
He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"

I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got a mail press
Aiy yo, Money, what's this address?
1, 2, 45, Boulevard Queens and I tell my man, they try to caravan

Understand, I'm on a mission
And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
And get some phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and you're comin' through the side door

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

They get robbed, they wanna go
Money, beggin' and repeatin', they don't want trouble
I told that Lu to move the chairs
Aiy yo cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs
I come back up for the session, money still tied the fuck up confessin'

I blow some smoke into his eyes
"Here nigga, take two more puff before you die"
Yo, I stood up, about faced him and yo lost boys waste him
Aiy yo queens boys waste him and yo south side waste him

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

It's 3 o'clock in the morn, shit is on motherfuckers, shit is on
Yeah, yeah, I gotta get this nigga, Shawn
I'm drivin' in a stolen car with no motherfuckin' lights on
I heard, Shawn got crazy ends
But before I do this thing, I go and pick up my best friends

A 40 ounce and let the fields right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand, now he's in court
I roll all my windows down, pull my shit on the corner

But I still bein' sneaky 'cause I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky, Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn
Shit is on, word is bond, money is gone
He's with his bitch, in bed

I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head
'Cause this shit is too easy
Even though he can go in one squeeze, G, it's it's it's crazy
Mr.B's LB's, a people 1, 2, 3, 3, thousand problems

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

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Ain'T No Click - Lyrics - The Hunger for More - Lloyd Banks

Title: Ain'T No Click
Album: The Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): M. Bernard, Kejuan W Muchita, C. Lloyd

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Lyric:
Yeah nigga fuckin' back hunger for more
Tony's home yo Banks I told these niggas man
Y'all done fucked up now
Here we go

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

By now I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the E.V
I skeet babies on your breezy and I ain't stoppin'
Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me

Leaves me and it's bye, bye gone
We got guns like Popeye arms
I put a ring on their finger but the rats still askin'
'Coz there's one in all they mind I'm the Rap Phil Jackson and

I built a rep for murderin' every Whoo Kid
Kayslay and Big Mike admit it the kid tight
And you ain't even put up a fight
So it's back to da amatures wrapped in ya sandwiches

I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin' Canadas
Amongst weed smokers and crap floor gamblers

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

Make sure the birds don't get brought to 'em
I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
Go ahead try to do me harm soldier
You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower

And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
That was gang bangin' when jaws was a goldfish
I'm the name they all screamin' on the street
For bullyin' the bassline and leanin' on the beat

I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
Schemin' on a freak fan blade leanin' on a jeep
Ain't walkin' with the fire so if you say Banks in ya verse
Then you better be talkin' bout Tyra

From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas
Nashville to Memphis my buzz is tremendous
I pass through the city slow but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
Dumps like ass in my video

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

A'yo, uno, duexo, troiso, quatreo
My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto

P89 my clique filled wit hollows
Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
Don't speak ma if your neck don't swallow
'Coz 50 push Bentleys and Dre push Diablos

That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
Screws Mcduck say swimmin' in my cash flow
Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
Best flow Banks put me in the booth let's go

Think like castro the games in a lasso
Don't jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
God gave me this flow so I am special
And 16 bars nigga I'm finished Finito

Ain't no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick it's the guns I get
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from this is

We gettin' doe everywhere we go
And it's killin' 'em slow just to hear me blow
G unit niggas is runnin' this shit
If you ain't reppin' where you from sit down

We told y'all muthafuckaz man
Y'all niggaz look like us and smell like us
But you're not us man
Lloyd Banks, hunger for fore we back nigga
50 the general Young dezzy Buck
Game the rap game is ours nigga
Hunger for more Rider music nigga
This for them Gangsta them generals them comrades
This is Rida music

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All I Need - Lyrics - Nothing Left to Lose - Mat Kearney

Title: All I Need
Album: Nothing Left to Lose
Artist: Mat Kearney
Composer(s): Mathew Kearney

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Lyric:
Here it comes, it?s all blowing in tonight
I woke up this morning to a blood red sky
They?re burning on the bridge, turning off the lights
We?re on the run I can see it in your eyes

If nothing is safe then I don?t understand
You call me your boy but I?m trying to be the man
One more day and it?s all slipping with the sand
You touch my lips and grab the back of my hand
The back of my hand

Guess we both know we?re in over our heads
We got nowhere to go and no home that?s left
The water is rising on a river turning red
It all might be ok or we might be dead

If everything we?ve got is slipping away
I meant what I said when I said "until my dying day"
I?m holding on to you, holding on to me
Maybe it?s all gone black but you?re all I see
You?re all I see

The walls are shaking, I hear them sound the alarm
Glass is breaking so don?t let go of my arm
Grab your bags and a picture of where we met
All that we?ll leave behind and all that?s left

If everything we?ve got is blowing away
We?ve got a rock and a rock till our dying day
I?m holding on to you, holding on to me
Maybe it?s all we got but it?s all I need
You?re all I need

And if all we?ve got is what no one can break
I know I love you if that?s all we can take
The tears are coming down they?re mixing with the rain
I know I love you if that?s all we can take

A pool is running for miles on the concrete ground
We?re eight feet deep and the rain is still coming down
The TV?s playing it all out of town
I'm grabbing at the fray for something that won?t drown

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Bounce Back - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Bounce Back
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Larry Ernest Blackmon, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

You ever had corns on your finger from squeezin' a Mac too much?
Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up
Trippin', stole and stripped cars for a livin'
Stayed away from home whenever they was bitchin'
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars
Until an undercover started puttin' us behind bars
'Menace to Society' is all we watch
In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock

I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right
You know I hold it down player, you a dog
I'm a real nigga, I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call
I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue
The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks
While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

Tryin' to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
As long as I breathe, there ain't nothin' in this world that they can't be
Yeah, I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke
Started tweakin' and broke into the people's house next door
Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch
Damn near graduated and got on that dope
My work is in part, I am better than smart
Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught

I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip
I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch
I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates
Could you believe a nigga feelin' like he still ain't ate?
Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate
I'd love to give you some credit but even you said it
You're serious about your money and right now I'm tryin' to get it

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

I'm on a mission Lil Daddy put this paint on the caddy
Nigga ridin' through the hood and we blowin' them candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the third, that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime from the first same time
Them rims on shine just a vision of mine
Put this shit back together 'cause I stay on the grind
Nigga know I gets me, I stunt all the time

For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown
OG mother fuckers who be gettin' it on
Niggaz stuntin' and they shining, bling blingin' all the time and
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm drivin'
Nigga thug till death remember the projects?
Juve done came back, now you bitches upset?
Nigga know how we gettin' it, 'cause we gettin' it on
Keep 'em comin', keep on gettin' it, bitch, my money is long

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

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Bring It Back - Lyrics - Tha Carter - Lil' Wayne

Title: Bring It Back
Album: Tha Carter
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
People with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, upper class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and twerkers
I present this to you

DJ [Incomprehensible]
DJ [Incomprehensible]

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

Well, I'm fly as son of a gun, son of a Stunner
Get high as a 757 goin' to heaven, no
Whizzy F, yo reverend, preach about me
I'm the God 1-7 Apple and E

I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't ready
Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy

Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti
Seats, Ragu, up 20 inch shoes
Oh, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimmin' in you

And I sleep with the sharks, shorty on the water, water
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake sumthin' for me
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm strung for cash

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all

I say black white walls with the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little bustas just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine

Yup, Whizzy the down, only read between the line
If you can't boy, read ma nine
I'm goin' hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it

I'll be easy, fall back and be cool with it
If Paul Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through with it
I'm the shh, na, na, I'm sewerage
Whizzy F, baby, I do this here

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map like the 80's
I look like Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll react like the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone need them for me

And ya head is a bleepin' target
Y'all want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis
Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleepin' with women that sleep with the Hornets

A country boy is sumthin' foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples

Yup, wizzle fizzle, original hot bizzle
Still Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not little
Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome feel
Get down, get down, man, I'm [Incomprehensible]

Young ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map

[Incomprehensible] the best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired
The best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired

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(Can'T Believe) This Is Me - Lyrics - REBIRTH - Jennifer Lopez

Title: (Can'T Believe) This Is Me
Album: REBIRTH
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Mark Cory Rooney, Jennifer Lopez, Marc Anthony

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Lyric:
How can you just say that you love me
Yet to leave you alone
You said these walls were here to protect us
But it's still not a home

All these questions that are burning inside
With answers I'll never know
'Cause you're the only one who knows, how you feel
But you're not letting me know

What is it, love, can I help you?
I see where this has gone
And what it's coming to
I've looked to you, enough

I can't believe this is me
Where I can touch and not feel you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you

You know you owe it to me
How can you think we don't need you?
I'm tired of running away from my fear
And the day that our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward you're leaving

Sitting here inside an empty room
That was filled with us
Only boxes to define what was left
Of what we used to call love

It's sad that after all of this time
You have nothing to say
Ooh, an' of all the things that you could've done
You choose to walk away

I'm thankful, love, I don't hate you
'Cause I'd rather live
And know than what you put me through
I needed you somehow

I can't believe this is me
Where I can touch and not feel you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you

How could you do this to me?
How could you think we don't need you?
I'm tired of running away from my fear
And the day that our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward you're leaving

I can't believe this is me
I wasn't wrong to believe you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you

How could you do this to me?
How could you think we don't need you?
I'm tired of running away from my fear
And the day that our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward you're leaving

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Closing My Eyes Won'T Help Me Leave. - Lyrics - Are We Really Happy With Who We Are Right Now? - Moneen

Title: Closing My Eyes Won'T Help Me Leave.
Album: Are We Really Happy With Who We Are Right Now?
Artist: Moneen
Composer(s): Kenny Bridges, Chris Francis Hughes, Erik Roy Hughes, Peter Krpan

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Lyric:
Where's my love?
It's fallen and I'm bound to it
Where's my heart?
It stopped then why am I still here?
Some thing's missing

Wrong, gone?
Would you say it's too late?
Say something now
Say some thing's wrong
Say sorry

Wrong, gone?
Would you stay?
It's your fate
Some thing's missing

Wait this out
A promise kept ends suddenly
Close my eyes relax
Lay back and try to breathe

Decide my fate is it too late?
To change it all and mend mistakes
As if I would have such thoughts
And scream so loud for all it's not

Don't say you're sorry cause sorry
Means something is wrong

Don't say you're sorry
Don't say you're sorry now
And I've changed
Those thoughts rang out

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Z - Don'T Let Me Die - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Don'T Let Me Die
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Jean Claude Olivier, Alexander Mosley, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Dear God, bring our POW's home
And bring our brothers on lock down, home, Amen

Geah, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
HOV' and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, nigga
It's HOV' and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Whatever happen, Lord, don't send me back
And whenever I did wrong it was Your name I cried
I heard You forgave over and over again
But when I found that out I became immune to my sins

Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep
I see dead people and sometimes it's me, Lord
I never wanted to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a father

That's how it sounds, it's sad
Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high
Three years, still seein' the weed in my eyes, Lord

Sometimes I don't know what You want from me
But I do know You know what I want from You
Give it to me c'mon, take away this Hennessey
Take away me runnin' the street
Stop people from hatin' me
Take away all of this jealousy and prejudicy

Thought You said, it was a better place
I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters
Hard to believe in what I can't see
I gotta get this money and feed my family

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake what shall I say?
It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates

How could one, make such foul mistakes
Still be allowed to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

Now my life's straight like a perm
Try to take the spot I earned, muh'fucker better learn

It's Hov, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy, hear me out, got a few mo' things to say
These niggaz be chasin' me like everyday
C'mere, no, my life on crutches, devils say
I'll never walk again but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within

You're the reason that I'm still here
Even though I don't act like it
Even though I hear my calling and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous
Pimping was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it

Believe me, Lord, I want You
Got money and fame and still it just won't do
Sometimes I don't like who I am
When I look in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam

And every night I have these weird dreams
That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't breathe
I feel like it's twenty of me
Goin' twenty different directions on a one-way street, Lord

I got houses, money and cars and that
Everything single superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter when I'm gone and my casket closed, go

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in the right place

I did so I could live to put food on my plate
You musta love me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

I guess I'm not finished with my journey
Please forgive me for my sins
Shit, I'm still trying to learn, meet Hov

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

[Incomprehensible]

Wrap your arms around us God
Let there be peace and no more war
And bring our soldiers home, let us pray

Hey, hey, hey

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Anything For You - Lyrics - Gloria Estefan - Greatest Hits - Gloria Estefan

Title: Anything For You
Album: Gloria Estefan - Greatest Hits
Artist: Gloria Estefan
Composer(s): Gloria M Estefan

Lyric:
Anything for you though you're not here
Since you said we're through, it seems like years
Time keeps draggin' on and on and forever's been and gone
Still I can't figure what went wrong

I'd still do anything for you
I'll play your game
You hurt me through and through
But you can have your way

I can pretend each time I see you
That I don't care and I don't need you
And though you'll never see me cryin'
You know inside I feel like dying

And I'd do anything for you
In spite of it all
I've learned so much from you
You made me strong

But don't you ever think that I don't love you
That for one minute I forgot you
But sometimes things don't work out right
And you just have to say goodbye

I hope you'd find someone to please you
Someone who'll care and never leave you
But if that someone ever hurts you
You just might need a friend to turn to

And I'd do anything for you
I'll give you up
If that's what I should do
To make you happy

I can pretend each time I see you
That I don't care and I don't need you
And though inside I feel like dying
You know you'll never see me crying

Don't you ever think that I don't love you
That for one minute I forgot you
But sometimes things don't work out right
And you just have to say goodbye
Don't want to say goodbye

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Down South Camp Meetin' - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Down South Camp Meetin'
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Fletcher Henderson, Irving Mills

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Lyric:
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival)
Losers, winners, answer my call
'Cause right now the tent's up
(Really it is)

The word's out
(Truly, it is)
An' has been since the dawn
(Hear me tell ya)

The call's out
(Really it is)
An' we're 'bout
(Tendin' t' biz)

To get this meetin' on, hear me tellin' you
Brothers n' sisters who want to repent
(That's right)
You'll find what you've been lookin' for
Right here in the tent

Lend an ear an' you'll see
'Cause when it comes t' needin' savin'
Ain' nobody knows it better than me
I was so low that I know
That only a miracle like this
Is the only way t' heavenly bliss

It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it
I know it 'cause I been taken through it
Now the spirit's in me
An' allowed the Lord t' win me
I can testify to it

Sweet, sweet the angel's song
Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for
For ever so long
I never again imagine livin' life
Like I was livin' when I lived wrong

Get ready
(Sing)
Here they come, the choir's all set
Be steady
(Pray)
See the people fillin' them pews

Be willin'
(All)
To announce without a regret
It's thrillin'
(Day)
Tell the world the wonderful news

Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near
F' news that they can hardly wait to hear
They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin'
For food for the soul, yeah
Starved 'cause they're waitin'
For what will not grow old

Preacher's openin' up the book
He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look
'N then he'll start tellin' everyone
Jus' how t' do, yeah
Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah

Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin'
An' jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit
The congregation's stompin' its feet
An' everybody's movin' outta their seat
They really gonna get this meetin' on
An' praise the Lord until the dawn

Hear that preacher spread the word
(Hear that Preacher)
'Cause it's the greatest word you ever heard
He's our teacher when he says

"I'm callin' sinners right now you hear?
I'm callin' sinners right to me
When ol' Satan grabs your soul
When he grabs you, it takes the Lord's true word
To break his hold, trouble nabs you

So I say, you got to listen mostly to me
You got to listen closely
Don't let the devil catch y' nappin'
Gotta' keep the vigil every minute
Or the devil surely get you

Watch your step 'n how you act
Watch what you do
Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact
He wants you too, if anyone can stop him, I can
That's why I'm the Preacher Man"

We hear the word, we hear your voice
We know there really isn't any other choice

Head f' heaven t'day
(We're on the gospel train)
We can show you the way
(Relieve all strain)
Leave your cares and your woes
(Yes)

Heaven knows
(Yes)
Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes
(Yes)
Come get aboard
(We still got space)

Hear the word of the Lord
(We saved your place)
Save your soul while y' can
(Yes)
Sinner man
(Yes)
Get on as fast as you can

Head f' heaven t'day
(We're on the gospel train)
We can show you the way
(Relieve all strain)
Leave your cares and your woes
(Yes)

Heaven knows
(Yes)
Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes
(Yes!)
Come get aboard
(We still got space)

Hear the word of the Lord
(We saved your place)
Save your soul while y' can
(Yes)
Sinner man
(Yes)
Get on as fast as you can

You've heard the sermon sublime
Down south camp meetin' time

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Area - Lyrics - Buhloone Mindstate - De La Soul

Title: Area
Album: Buhloone Mindstate
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Paul Huston

Lyric:
I can just remember the number
I just, the number


For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul

I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya
I'm known for sampling of soul food
Off the old school plates
When I met up with my niggas from the 718
One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens
Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call

For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804
(You're runnin' on an empty tank)
But still get paid in full
(And get the girls)
Man, I'm packing gravitational pull
Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes
I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen
(What?)

Well, many, many digits had me seeking in my Wizard
Man, who's ringing up my area
(Oh)
Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone
Like the 718's out of Vietnam
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged
(Man, I knew a psycho)
703's on my love bug
I made mates with the brothers up in 215
Crazy buddhas in my mind
My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp
And my 202 keeps me marvellous
I guess Mars was my hideaway
But if the stars for a getaway

Since I'm capable I conjure up a walk in this way
I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester souffle
I be the 919 seeker, 'cuz ain't off logic
So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit
Due to this a brother tries to play
(Yeah, like one in 514)
Yo, some kid tried to flip on
They instigated a brawl
(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)

Then I just laughed
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by the pound
I make sounds with the horn
When I colour the corn, caught the fit
And sit the two when honey slung the tip

Well, I'm taking my finds to the 301's
While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut
My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that
So I pipes till the sunshine hikes
A kettle of the master plan makes a Malibu idol
(God forgive me)
Well, it's a hook
The third to the 0 to the 5 had to feel the vibe
When the 516 played convicts

The man Maseo is here to put the habit along
And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code
Is it 908?
(No)
Is it 212?
(Hell, no)
Speakin' on 404?
(No)
What about 516?
(I dunno)

And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
(Huh? What?)

Just another area for me to patrol
I got status 'cuz I'm baddest with the paint
Giving upside down frowns to London wood 703
Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be
For the fact I lays bricks
'Cuz my semen ends with the letter T
My seed is hard to submerge
I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched
'Cuz some knuckle might just head for the urge

But I got Prince Paul in the Area
(Oh, it's like that now)
I got Hot Dog in the Area
(Heh heh heh)
I got the Violators in the area
(Aaah)
I's got the Violators in the area
(Aaah)
It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall
Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud
Clear my area

I'm going home now, I have been up all night
I been up all night, it's still Friday to me
Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home
Bob to the Bob, D-dang, D-dang diggy-diggy

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Do Your Time - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Do Your Time
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Corey Miller, Chad L. Butler, Shamar D. Daugherty, Dwight Grant, Alonzo E. Lee Jr.

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Lyric:
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name, Darren
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my cuz J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
And every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal

Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie
I got your money on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all
That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****
Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline
F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line
Your b**** missed the V I this weekend
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'

The canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
Talkin' about old connects and new prices

Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, stay up homie
To my man Steve P, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, stay up homie
To Abdul McKeith, stay up homie
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***
'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world
When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary

I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
And three months later that n**** came home too
Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as trill as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go

Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night

You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in b****, sit down when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
To my homeboy Mack, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up homie
To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you

To the King Larry Hoover, stay up homie
To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie
To my n**** Mystikal, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

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Back When It Was - Lyrics - In My Mind - Heather Headley

Title: Back When It Was
Album: In My Mind
Artist: Heather Headley
Composer(s): Johnta M Austin, Larry Nix, Jonathan Smith, La Marquis Jefferson, Craig Love

Lyric:
I got a song in my heart
Let me start with I'm over you
Still it can't hurt me to say
Every plain, I think about you

And the laughs and the jokes
And the times that I shared with you
Oh, you should remember

I've got this feeling for reminiscing
I wanted to take that trip down memory lane
What is missing is that you're not here
To sit down with me, no, no
So I'm thinking these beautiful things all by myself
And what's on my mind is

Back when it was
(Simple as breathing)
Just the two of us
We were happy together

It was easy to be in
Our relationship
You remember when
You used to say you loved me so
Promised one time to never go away, yeah
And now you're gone, gone

The smile that you left me with
Is the same smile I've kept on wearing
The smile's not so much tied to you
More tied to what we spent sharing

Simple little things
But it was all those simple little things
That pleased me the most

Oh, and I remind you 'bout the good times, baby
There were good times from the start
Good times in my heart
A heart that never lied

Remember back in '99
Oh, we snuck into the neighbor's pool and went for a dip
There were good times in the rain
Good times everyday

Good times heaven knows
Remember that dirty little joke
Made us laugh all night long

Back when it was
(Simple as breathing)
Just the two of us
We were happy together

It was easy to be in
Our relationship
You remember when
You used to say you loved me so
Promised one time never go away
And now you're gone, gone

The joy you left me with, nothing stronger since
What we did together
I ain't felt nothing better since that time

Those were the days, the nights
The hours, the minutes
The seconds that you were mine

Back when it was
(Simple as breathing)
Just the two of us
We were happy together

It was easy to be in
Our relationship
You remember when
When you used to say you loved me so
Baby, please [Incomprehensible]
Never go away
Now you're gone, gone

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Every Time We Fall - Lyrics - Lea Salonga

Title: Every Time We Fall
Artist: Lea Salonga
Composer(s): Mark Goldenberg, Kit Hain

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Lyric:
Here we are at the crossroads again
And neither of us knows the right way
So here we go trying to get by
The limits of our yesterdays

If it brings us down it wouldn't be the first time +
Over and over, we put our hearts on the line

Every time we fall, we get a little stronger, baby
Every time we walk away, it hurts a little more
Someday we may find we can make it last this time
Until then, we give it all every time we fall

When you're gone, you're still burning me
And I'm jealous of the sun that warms you
And still I know, I'm walking in your dreams
And I ain't seen the last of you

'Coz there's a part of you that never really leaves
Over and over, you keep coming back to me

Every time we fall, we get a little stronger, baby
Every time we walk away, it hurts a little more
Someday we may find we can make it last this time
Until then, we give it all every time we fall

When one road ends, there's always another one to try
So we're going through these changes time and time again
You and me, there's no goodbye, no goodbye

'Coz there's a part of you that never really leaves
Over and over, you keep coming back to me

Every time we fall, I feel it's getting stronger, baby
Stronger, baby, stronger, baby

Every time we fall, we get a little stronger, baby
Every time we walk away, it hurts a little more
Someday we may find we can make it last this time
Until then, we give it all every time we fall

Every time we fall, only makes us stronger
Every time we walk away, hurts just a little bit more
Someday we may find we can make it last this time
Until then, we give it all every time we fall

Every time we fall, we get a little stronger, baby
Every time we walk away, well it hurts just a little more
Someday we may find we can make it, we can make it
Until then, we give it all every time we fall

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Everytime You Walk Out That Door - Lyrics - Simply Deep - Kelly Rowland

Title: Everytime You Walk Out That Door
Album: Simply Deep
Artist: Kelly Rowland
Composer(s): Mark J Feist, Damon Sharpe

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Lyric:
Oh oh yeah yeah
The table set for dinner only just for once
Serving at your empty chair
Remembering our love the crazy lives we shared
Last time you were sitting there

I can hear your voice still calling out my name
It's now your symptom upon the pillow next to me
Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes
They don't replace you holding me

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

And in the morning as I slowly wash my face
Feel you sneaking upon me
Go to my reflection staring tells me everything
I'm alone, you're not really there

I can hear your voice still calling out my name
It's now your symptom upon the pillow next to me
Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes
They don't replace you holding me

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

I'm not saying that I just can't live without you
But I'm fine so much better when you're here
You turn my darkness to light
And you make everything all right by my side

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

A house is not a home when I'm alone here
Summer turns to winter when you're gone
And all I see are clouds outside my window
Everytime you walk out the door

Everytime you walk out
Everytime you walk out
Everytime you walk out
...

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Break-A-Bitch College - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Break-A-Bitch College
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Marlon J Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Good morning, class
This is your teacher, MJG
Look at me as I write my name on the board
Class, do you see my name?
Do you understand my name?

Well, listen, okay
Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University
We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas
And all of these weak, narrow minded young sissies
How to break a bitch, now really, it's so easy

Mister G, I have a question
Yes?
Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s
Aha

I wanna know how can anybody stroll today
And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through?
Well, check it out
First here's what you have to do

It's time to let the P I M P in the fuckin' front do'
One mo' nigga cuttin' paper on the down low
It's so twisted in this white man's society
Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be
Independent, on his own with a plan
You hate it 'cause you can't understand how I can

Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised
And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid
Ain't no use in bein' the freak of the city
You still ain't got no ducats
You want a Rolex or ride buckets?

Bitch, listen 'cause you gots plenty of competition
From these other hoes who think
That you supposed to fall dead, short, lame to the game
Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range
MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind free with the type of knowledge
Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College

And today, class
We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac
Please introduce yourself

Good evening, players, good evening
Eightball the Fat Mac here, I'm here to let you know
That these bitches, mean these bustas no good
You see what I'm sayin'?
Now first of all, class are there any questions?

Ah yes, Mister Eightball
You bein' a Professor of Pimpology
Tell me how these niggas let these hoes
Get 'em caught up in that fuck shit
Alright buddy, check this out

Once again here I come pushin' that funk into your ear
Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year
Calm 'cause I'm cool and I'm cool 'cause I'm calm
Leavin' hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam

Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this
Those that I think are stars, end up bein' scandalous
Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats
Boost a couple of shirts and now the bitch think she all that

Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin' up to me
Hoes that'll fuck you fast might be packin' H.I.V.
Me, I'm packin' jimmy hats, so a hoe won't give me that
Shit about she on the pill, knowin' that her pussy kill

See, through my education illustrations were the key
See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee
Now you might ask, what can a nigga do to get started?
Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College

Ah, yeah, now that was a very nice lecture
And as I walk back over to the middle of the bulletin board
I, I kinda figured, I wondered to myself and I looked at my class
And I, it seems that you have more questions
Is there any more questions?

Yes, yes, Mister MJG
I have a question
Yes?

Ah, in 94 do you think, ah
Any bitches are gonna come up?
Can, can any bitches be pimps?
Look here, look here, let me tell you

Now these bitches got a lotta game for a nigga
So that made me try to see how to break a hoe
What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch click
How damn quick could I make the bitch break a trick

How fuckin' long will it take to make my profit
And what kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket
Talkin' space-age pimpin', similar to the oldies
In ways like keepin' our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie

These niggas gettin' they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make 'em follow your own rules
Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school

I got a class for that ass and it starts at seven
'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven
Future looks good for the smartest
Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College

Okay class, okay class
Everybody just needs to settle down
Everybody just settle down
We're gonna break in about 15 minutes

But we have one more lecture, one more lecture
Now ehm, eh, calm down, calm down
I'm gonna take one more question
I'm gonna take, are there any more questions?

Ah yeah, ah, I wanna know
How can a ordinary busta like me
You know, you know
Get in Break-A-Bitch College?

Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in this shit
When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a bitch
That dope made my ends and my ends bought me weed
And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they knees
Uncle Sam, damn, can I get a job, see

I don't wanna sell this dope, and nope
I don't wanna get out and rob
Today I was coolin' like I usually do
I met this hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw

Now some busta-ass nigga woulda fucked the bitch
But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin' off your dick
On the corner ain't no pimps, real players are low-key
I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin' up shop in Tennessee

Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this game
Do you fuck them hoes and trust them hoes
And love 'em with no shame?
9 times out of 10, trick nigga, if you do
Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship just for you

Ah, yes, damn good class
Damn good class, wonderful graduates
I love 'em all, I love 'em all

Now class can you all join in with me
For our school alma mater and let's sing it
I'm proud to be an alumni from Break-A-College
I'm proud to be

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Burnin' Up - Lyrics - Faithfully - Faith Evans

Title: Burnin' Up
Album: Faithfully
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): Faith Renee Evans, Charles Edward Hugo, Pharrell L Williams, Chauncey Hawkins

Lyric:
Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up
Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up
Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up
Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up

Sometimes you can be in love and having fun
And still not know what's goin' on
Or on the other hand you separate
Thinking that the feelin's gone

Feels like forever when we're together
I knew that we are destined
So here's the last chance for the last dance
For us to bring back the dream

So baby come and rescue me, I'm burnin' up
I got somethin' for you to see, I'm burnin' up
Baby come and take me there, I'm burnin' up
Trust me you should hurry up
Baby I'm just burnin' up, I'm burnin' up

In the midnight wait a minute
I can be in a lonely place
Then along you come with the sweetest thing to say
And put the sun in my day

So baby come and rescue me, I'm burnin' up
I got somethin' for you to see, I'm burnin' up
Baby come and take me there, I'm burnin' up
Trust me you should hurry up
Baby I'm just burnin' up, I'm burnin' up

So baby come and rescue me, I'm burnin' up
I got somethin' for you to see, I'm burnin' up
Baby come and take me there, I'm burnin' up
Trust me you should hurry up
Baby I'm just burnin' up, I'm burnin' up

Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up
Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up
Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up
Burning up, my heart is like burnin' up

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