Going Home With Me - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Going Home With Me
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Jermaine Dupri, Ray Jr Parker

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Lyric:
I'm feelin' that
I'm feelin' that, is you wit' me?

I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell 'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features

The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'

Bling, bling, I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, same place, same time

Same thing on the mind, party
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home

Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me

Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
'Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? No
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang

Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason

So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "It's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape 'cause it's all on tape

Where you said put the cake, how you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song

Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me

Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
'Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?

Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride

Luxury flows, lengerie hoes
R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes

R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride

Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me

Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
'Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?

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Feng Shui - Lyrics - St Elsewhere - Gnarls Barkley

Title: Feng Shui
Album: St Elsewhere
Artist: Gnarls Barkley
Composer(s): Brian Joseph Burton, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Nino Nardini

Lyric:
In this house the decor's the obvious obscure
It's clearly the theory of less is more
A plant, a pet and books on the shelf
And a frame on the wall where you can picture yourselves

And you're welcome to stay
But even your company must complement the Feng Shui
Even down to what I have on
They do wonder to what extents I have gone

Tailored and tapered couture to the curb
Demanding the attention that it does deserve
Fabrics for the forecast of the day
I admit it, everything is fitted to fall in Feng Shui

More importantly the way that I move
If I'm in your town, my needle's down on the groove
On site they know my song
It ain't slow and it sho' ain't long

You see I do not play
Forgive me Father, I was forced out of Feng Shui
A flow as subtle as a summer breeze
Like the whispering winds and the talking trees

Too big to be boxed in, it bobs and weaves
It evolves, it solves, it gives and receives
And everything I say is calculated appropriated
Written and arranged in Feng Shui

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Last Dance - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: Last Dance
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

Lyric:
It's the last dance
We've come to the last dance
They're dimming the lights down
They're hoping we'll go

It's obvious
They're aware of us
The pair of us
Alone on the floor

Still I want
To hold you
Like this forever
And more

It the last song
They're playing the last song
The orchestra's yawning
They're sleepy I know

They're wondering
Just when will we leave
But till we leave
Keep holding me tight

Through the last dance
Each beat of the last dance
And save me the first dance
In your dreams tonight

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Down For The Real - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Down For The Real
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, L Dechalus

Lyric:
Y'all niggas hurry up
Go in there, buck them niggas and get the fuck out
Don't be playin', dogg playin', yahearwhutI'msayin'?
Kill them niggas and get the fuck back so we can stay ballin'
We'll be chillin' right here

Eh nigga, I wanna know if you're ready to do this shit?
You ready to do this shit or what, motherfucker?
And don't be actin' like no pussy when we get the fuck out, man
Is you down, nigga?

Well, if you're down say you're down, if you're scared, say you scared
This is the real, don't fuck around and come unprepared
Or you might lose your life on the mean streets
Middle of the night when the motherfuckin' fiends meet

Hold your grip tight yo, don't let it slip
You gotta keep your tool for the fools that wanna trip
And if they wanna trip, send 'em on a vacation
All expenses paid for a devil's cremation

Can't be no contemplation, 'cos if he busts first you're gettin' burst
Layin' on your back, I guess what I'm sayin', black, is that
If you ain't down then don't fuck around
Is you down, nigga? 'Cos the shit gets thick in my town

This ain't a TV show or a song from the radio
Murder on the streets, yo, is at a high ratio
So it ain't no time for playin'
You takes the 9 and I'ma be sprayin'

Now what the fuck's this look in your eye? You're lookin' nervous, nigga
Earlier tonight you was all ready to service, nigga
Now your trigger ain't got no itch
You're attitude switch like a motherfuckin' bitch

I can see through your expression that you're vessin'
Feelin' crazy pet, lookin' like you wanna jet
But now the shit is obvious, you just can't deal
I gotta find another nigga down for the real, is you down, nigga?
Are you down for the real?

Real life style's where niggas run wild
Day after day the product line is a mile
A nigga got his eye aimed on what's mines
I gotta lay low 'cos my PO is through

He keep checkin' every borough 'cos my address pad is thick
Niggas be actin' wild cos they girl be on my dick
This kid downtown don't like me, he say he want me dead
He even put up cash and put a price on my head

At first I can't sweat it but my little man got hit
We had a lotta thrills but now he's buried in the Catskills
Rumor has it, that bein' with me's a target
My crew go less and less and I resort to wearin' a vest

Ain't got no type of fans, just me and my mans
We be drawin' up plans that include the use of guns
Try to stay alive so we can spare no use of funds
A month or two blows, a whole year blows

Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet?
Two drunken poets as the first shots hit
My man don't duck quick and gets hit in the chest
I just got nicked 'cos I had on the vest

Now I'm dashin', cars in the garage
Run past the Path', run past the Dodge
Rumble for the keys, made it to my shit
The AK can spray now niggas is gettin' hit, is you down, nigga?
Are you down for the real?

Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?
Is you down, nigga?
Are you down for the real?
Is you, is you down, nigga?

Now are you down with the real ass niggas?
Is you down, is you down, nigga?
Now tell me if you're down for the real?
Is you, is you down, is you down, nigga?

Are you down for the real, motherfuckers?
Is you down, nigga?
Are you down for the real?
Is you, is you down, nigga?

Now are you down with the real ass niggas?
Is you down, is you down, nigga?
Now tell me if you're down for the real?
Is you down, is you down, is you down, nigga?

Is you down, nigga?
Is you, is you down, nigga?
Is you down, nigga?
Is you down, nigga?

Is you down, nigga?
Is you down, nigga?
Is you down, is you down nigga?
Is you, is you down, is you down
Is you down, nigga?

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Role Model - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: Role Model
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Andre Young

Lyric:
Okay, I'm going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me
Mic check one two, we recordin'?

I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus
I strangled you to death then I choked you again
Then break your fuckin' legs till your bones poke through your skin

You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally
Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally
I get you blunted off of funny home grown
'Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono

Ohh no, so if I said I never did drugs
That would mean I lie and get fucked more than the President does
Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert
I ripped her fuckin' tonsils out and fed her sherbet

My nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge
Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads
Every girl I ever went out wit is goin' lez
Follow me and do exactly what the song says

Smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill people and drink
And jump behind the wheel like it was still legal
I'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal
So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill

Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin' skill
'Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill
But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist
How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist

I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave
Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave?
And this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave?

Now follow me and do exactly what you see
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me
I slap women and eat shrooms then O.D.
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me

Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold
Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
Killed 'em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco

My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk
I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt
I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer
That'll spray an Aerosol can up at the ozone layer

My rap style's warped, I'm runnin' out the morgue
Witcha dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch
Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon wit a cape on
And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn

I'm 'bout as normal as Norman Bates, with deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother are you there? I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel

Will someone explain to my brain that I just severed
A main vein' with a chainsaw and I'm in pain?
I take a breather and sighed, either I'm high, or I'm nuts
'Cause if you ain't tiltin' this room, neither am I

So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her
'Cause when I drop this solo shit it's over with
I bought Cage's tape, opened it and dubbed over it

I came to the club drunk with a fake ID
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me
I've been with 10 women who got HIV
Now don't you wanna grow up to be just like me

I got genital warts and it burns when I pee
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me
I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree
You probably wanna grow up to be just like me

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The Authority Song - Lyrics - Bleed American - Jimmy Eat World

Title: The Authority Song
Album: Bleed American
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Adkins, Richard Burch, Zachary Lind, Thomas Linton

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Lyric:
It's how the hustles goes
See what the jukebox knows
Put my last quarter on
I play 'Authority song'

Honesty or mystery?
Tell me I'm not scared anymore
I've got no secret purpose

I don't seem obvious
Do I, I, I?
(Do I, I, I?)
I don't seem obvious
Do I, I, I?
(Do I, I, I?)
I don't seem obvious do

The DJ never has it
JMC automatic
(Do I, I, I?)

If those were Roy's headphones
You bet he plays 'What goes on'
(Do I, I, I?)

Honesty or mystery?
Tell me I'm not scared anymore
(I, I, I)
I got no secret purpose

I don't seem obvious
Do I, I, I?
(Do I, I, I?)
I don't seem obvious
Do I, I, I?
(Do I, I, I?)

I don't seem obvious, do I?
Do I, I, I?

Well, I'm here that means something doesn't it?
Won't you dance with me a little bit?
You don't notice 'cause the music's too loud

It's how the hustles goes
See what the jukebox knows
(Do I, I, I?)
(Do I, I, I?)
Put my last quarter on
I play 'Authority song'
(Do I, I, I?)

Honesty or mystery?
Tell me I'm not scared anymore
(I, I, I)
Say anything you want, I'm ready
I'm not scared anymore
(I, I, I)

Honesty or mystery?
Wan't something else just tell me
I'm not scared anymore
(I, I, I)
I got no secret purpose

I don't seem obvious
Do I, I, I?
I don't seem obvious
Do I, I, I?
...

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Train On A Track - Lyrics - Simply Deep - Kelly Rowland

Title: Train On A Track
Album: Simply Deep
Artist: Kelly Rowland
Composer(s): Tiaa Wells, Balewa Muhammad, Rob Fusari, Sylvester Jordan

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Lyric:
No way to stop it

I wonder
If he knows I've been watching him
And I wonder
If he knows I can feel him
And I wonder
In my dreams when I'm sleeping
And I'm keeping him close to me

I'm thinking
He's the thunder, I'm the lightning
And I'm thinking
Maybe we can come together
And I'm thinking
We can bring the rain
With a lovely breeze with such harmony

Like a train on the track, like spokes inside a wheel
Involuntary motion like rolling down hill
And there's no way to stop it

It's a natural thing like sunrise and dusk
Snowflakes, waterfalls, same thing with us
And there's no way to stop it once you fall in love

I'm glowing
An overflow of happy laughter
I'm growing
Closer to you more than ever
I'm blowing
Daffodils and kisses, baby breath and roses
Gently touching noses

I'm sailing
Without a destination
I'm sailing
Explore uncharted places
I'm exhaling
No more lonely seasons, I'm underwater breathing
Drowning in the sea of love

Like a train on the track, like spokes inside a wheel
Involuntary motion like rolling down hill
And there's no way to stop it once you fall in love

It's a natural thing like sunrise and dusk
Snowflakes, waterfalls, same thing with us
And there's no way to stop it once you fall in love

I heard a song bird, a seed came through the earth
Strangers holding hands, a crowd cheering in the stands
I've already seen all the evidence
It's obvious love's in the air again

Saw dark clouds blow, chased by rainbows
Saw two roses bloom just like me and you
Caught up in the magic I can't pretend
It's obvious love's in the air again

There's no way to stop it, ain't no way
Boy, you and I
Are L U V in love, you see
That you and I are L U V in love

There's no way to stop it, ain't no way
Boy, you and I
Are L U V in love, you see
That you and I are L U V in love

Like a train on the track, like spokes inside a wheel
Involuntary motion like rolling down hill
And there's no way to stop it

It's a natural thing like sunrise and dusk
Snowflakes, waterfalls, same thing with us
And there's no way to stop it

Like a train on the track, like spokes inside a wheel

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You Know My Style - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: You Know My Style
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Salaam Remi, Russell Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Joseph Simmons, Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi Gibbs

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Lyric:
Cup'a hen', cup'a goose, cup'a Cris'
White chain, colored watch on a wrist
Switch lanes in monster whips, ambiance
Specially dressed, guess who? Nas, it's obvious
Step to bars, we just order dark liquors
Clear liquors, y'all niggaz are SEX
Yes, we get respectic, eclectic messages
Left our brains, grit into a female's estrogen
She feels electric, her breasts she's touchin' them
Wet 'tween the legs from this thug seduction

NAS, then they ass, over-spank it
Whisperin' she loves intelligent gangstas
Call fatties, bubbles, call head skull
Before I get either I need some Red Bull
She'll scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool
When she piss she gon' bleed in the whole stool
That's how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing
Won't pluck no chicken wing, don't fuck with just anything
Gotta come up, run up and get touched up
Suicide, that's if you confront us

Don't talk, just hold your breath
Been here a while, there's only one nigga left
And all'a y'all know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song

Uh, from a boy to a King
Love the rock diamonds and fancy rings
I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy mayn
I'm fuckin' something tonight that's on everything
Fellas who beat bodies with me
Kidnappers and stick-up kids, they all poli' with me
Pop bottles with me, button-up shirts and throwbacks
Old cats only roll when I'm in the city
And the dance floor it's disgustin'
Move your waistline to the basic percussion
I'm that, cool laid-back don who won't say nuttin'
And laugh when a nigga start frontin'

And all'a y'all know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
Bass beat bang
Bass beat bang
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song

Rock Tims, rock Chucks, rock Bapes
Her light eyes, pretty lips, fly face
First you said you would spread for me in an instant
See me with the next chick, now you act different
Power of the stick shift, now I embarrass her
Play your position, you way outta character
Do the knowledge, graduated hood college with honors
Pay homage to Nas, Dickies and Converse
On the eyes shades in the nighttime regardless
The army's so thick you can't harm us

And all'a y'all know my style
I spend dough but I still let it pile
Mama shake ya thing
Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas song

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With Me - Lyrics - Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump - De La Soul

Title: With Me
Album: Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby

Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby

How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz
When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know about? You know
I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin' your arm when you'd pass
But I see you got class besides all that

Yeah I'm picky in my own way too
While the rest of these fools is lookin' to screw your brains out
I blamed that on why I stand froze
Practicin' my hello's, hey lady, how you doin'?

Renewin' these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here
Shit I don't even know your name yet
Ain't sure what your character contains yet
But damn lady, you could be my Valentine

Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked
Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway
I grow my confidence in words the Henny way
Yeah, buy me a drink so we can sink into that thought path

Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby

Now you know you ain't right, eyein' me up all night
Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear
How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there
When we can make, such an obvious pair?

Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit?
I'm peepin' how you move it to the pace of the beat
Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours
Your heavenly body rushin' the tide to shore

Your heavenly body rushin' these guys to the floor
To find pleasure in your double digit design
But these clowns look hurt
And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman expert

Understandin' how the ovaries and all that shit work
Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised
That I'm movin' closer, don't be, I'm supposed to D.C.
Are you for real or a tease?

Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal
Ain't nuttin' dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision
My every move from the door
Terran escortin' us to V.I.P., we live in D.C.

Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess
Suckin' the straw huh? You know the head game
First place chick girl I'm all about winnin' too
I want my trophy life-sized in a see through

This ain't your average, whip on your battered bridge
Drivin' song, your partner isn't your type
So I type it long with that ink that won't budge
Or smudge off your memory, courtesy of SkyTel

My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1
Also need the math to your tele P H one
Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed
But sound the buzzer, I'm comin' to sub

Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby

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Paralyzed - Lyrics - Body of Song - Bob Mould

Title: Paralyzed
Album: Body of Song
Artist: Bob Mould
Composer(s): Bob Mould

Lyric:
An obvious display
Of feelings that have dissipated
And I don't have a clue where to start

You wouldn't let me near you
So I settled for the fear that you'd be
Happy with me six feet in the ground

I will crash when your mood defeats me
Circle of trash swirls around beneath me
I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me

Stuck in a place that I don't remember
Was it Sunday or last November?
I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me

Emotions vaporize
They disappear before my eyes
I wish for things that sadly have come true

So if I tried to make it right
And if I found my appetite
I'd eat away at all the pain I seem to bring to you

I will crash when your mood defeats me
Circle of trash swirls around beneath me
I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me

Stuck in a place that I don't remember
Was it Sunday or last November?
I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me

I will crash when your mood defeats me
Circle of trash swirls around beneath me
I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me

Stuck in a place that I don't remember
Was it Sunday or last November?
I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me

I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me
I feel paralyzed most every time
You come around to meet me

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Skater Boy - Lyrics - Avril Lavigne

Title: Skater Boy
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Scott Spock, Graham Edwards, Avril Ramona Lavigne

Lyric:
He was a boy, she was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk, she did ballet
What more can I say?

He wanted her, she'd never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends, stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy of clothes

He was a skater boy, she said, "See ya later boy"
He wasn't good enough for her, she had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth

Five years from now, she sits at home
Feeding the baby, she's all alone
She turns on TV, guess who she sees
Skater boy rocking up MTV

She calls up her friends, they already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show
She tags along, stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down

He was a skater boy, she said "See ya later boy"
He wasn't good enough for her, now he's a superstar
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?

Sorry girl, but you missed out
Well, tough luck, that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends

Too bad that you couldn't see
See the man that boy could be
There is more that meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside

He's just a boy and I'm just a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love, haven't you heard
How we rock each others world?

I'm with the skater boy, I said "See ya later boy"
I'll be backstage after the show, I'll be at a studio
Singing the song we wrote
About a girl you used to know

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Opposite Tables - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Opposite Tables
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): J Denver

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Lyric:
Father, oh Father, please hear me
My song is a cry of desperation
All of the words I hear
Have lost their meanin'

My life is a well of confusion
Drowned out by the sound
Of the lost and lonely
Only the voice inside
Speaks Your name to me

If they only knew
The things that I know
If they only could see
The things that I see

If they only knew
The things that I know
If they only could see
The things that I see

If they only knew
The things that I know
If they only could see
The things that I see

My brothers at opposite tables
Like fire and water against each other
Only a fool can?t see
The obvious endin'

Are we as ashes to wild wood?
Is life just a fire that
Can only consume us?
Is there no vision of love
To bind us together?

If they only knew
The things that I know
If they only could see
The things that I see

If they only knew
The things that I know
If they only could see
The things that I see

If they only knew
The things that I know
If they only could see
The things that I see
...

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Obvious Song - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Obvious Song
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
There was a man in the jungle, trying to make ends meet
Found himself one day with an axe in his hand
When a voice said, "Buddy, can you spare that tree
We gotta save the world, starting with your land"

It was a rock 'n' roll millionaire from the USA
Doing 3 to the gallon in a big white car
And he sang and he sang 'til he polluted the air
And he blew a lot of smoke from a Cuban cigar

And the stars are looking down
Through a hole in the sky
And if they can see, they cry that's obvious

And the walls are coming down
Between the West and the East
You don't have to be a hippie to believe in peace
That's obvious, obvious

There was a kid in the city selling crack to get by
Got caught one day with a gun in his hand
When a voice said, "Okay, get 'em up in the air
You're too young to live like this but you ain't too fast to die"

Just another foot-soldier in a stupid little war
Another sound-bite on the American scene
Caught between the supplier only dreaming of money
And the demand of the man with money
Who needs a little help to dream

So we starve all the teachers
And recruit more Marines
How come we don't even know
What that means, it's obvious

And the walls are coming down
Between the eagle and the dove
You don't have to be a hippie to believe in love
That's obvious, obvious

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Quitter - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Quitter
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Yo, I dedicate to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha! Look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

[Unverified]

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo

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New Friend Request - Lyrics - As Cruel as School Children - Gym Class Heroes

Title: New Friend Request
Album: As Cruel as School Children
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Dave Katz

Lyric:
I remember when I first laid eyes on you
My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say, ?Hi?
When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line
You made it clear you wasn?t just another MySpace mistress

I didn?t take it personal
When you ignored my request to be your friend
I spilled my guts and hit send
Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing
Honestly, it only made me want you more

Week four rolled around and I was this close to letting go
But something wouldn?t let me even though I hardly knew you
It was plain to see we were meant to lock lips
You knock me out with the brass knuckle tats on your hips

I was on this website late night lurking
When I got a message from you that was labeled, ?Urgent!?
You said that you weren?t impressed by lame dudes with no game
They?re all the same trying to get your instant messaging name

But the fact that you hit me back made me smile
You must of saw something you liked
When you were skimming through my profile
You caught me at the most pivotal moment
So now I?m e-mailing my love with a dozen digital roses

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Let?s face it, it?s a sad situation
When we have to resort to keyboards as a means to making relations
But I don?t have the patience, I get straight to the point
So this is me at my most honest
No ego, no gym class status, just Travis

Love it or leave it, but you gotta admit
On a scale of one to awesome, I?m the shit
Just get over it and add me god damn it
I?ve been waiting too long
I even wrote a song about it

Like to here it? here it go
If I?m being too annoying, let me know
(Just let me know)
But it?s hard for me to not hate, when I?m on MySpace
I never see my face in your top eight

Approaching six weeks now
It?s kinda obvious that your either occupied or playing a game
All my money is on the latter
This is not an ?LOL? matter

Why would you pass up a chance this great?
If there was two forces, and I split them down the middle
I could swing back and forth for three days, rephrase
If I had two horses and I beat them with authority
I?d gallop all the way to Canada to see your face

But all I got is this Power Book and iChat
Besides I hit you all the time and you never write back
I stay on my feet
(Shit)
And be persistent until my name is under who you'd like to meet

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Who cares if we don?t know each other?s last name?
All I know is that I?m smittin? with your pictures
Wishing you would feel the same
I admit I get a little jealous when other dudes leave you comments
Don?t let it gash you up, it?s all nonsense

Maybe I?ve been romancing a thought
Of me and you speaking in tongues
In this mansion I bought but it?s all wishful thinking
Just give me some kind of sign
And let me know I?m not freaking you out

And if you lovin? what I?m speaking about than sing something
I check my inbox ten times and ain?t nothing
You probably busy doing something sexy
I just hope I?m in your thoughts next time you log in

And if not, ain?t no love lost between you and me
I?ll be here like your man in fully down as he used to be
So yeah, it?s time to sign out my vision's getting blurry
This is madness, XOXO dash Travis

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

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If We Were A Movie - Lyrics - Hannah Montana Soundtrack - Hannah Montana

Title: If We Were A Movie
Album: Hannah Montana Soundtrack
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): H Mathis, J Lurie

Lyric:
Uh oh, there you go again talking cinematic
Yeah you! You're charming, got everybody star struck
I know how you always seem to go
For the obvious instead of me but get a ticket and you'll see

If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend that you fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing, watching the sunset
Fade to black, show the names, play the happy song, yeah

Yeah, yeah when you call me I can hear it in your voice
Oh sure! Wanna see me and tell me all about her
La la, I'll be acting through my tears
Guess you'll never know that I should win an Oscar for the scene I'm in

If we were a movie you'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend that you fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing, watching the sunset
Fade to black, show the names, play the happy song

Wish I could tell you there's a twist, some kind of hero in disguise
And we're together, it's for real, now playing
Wish I could tell you there's a kiss like something more than in my mind
I see it could be amazing
(Could be amazing!)

If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend that you fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing, watching the sunset
Fade to black, show the names, play the happy song

If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend that you fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing, watching the sunset
Fade to black, show the names, play the happy song

If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend that you fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing, watching the sunset
Fade to black, show the names, play the happy song

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Fly In - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Fly In
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Tmix Tristan G. Jones, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
So they ask me,"Young Boy
What you gonna do the second time around?
How you gon' comeback?"
I tried told em' I come back like 32
I jump back like 33, uhh, hit me
That's nothin', dis here's tha Carter II people
Dis here's tha Carter II people

Hey, they call me Mr. Carter, I kiss the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put dem body on chill like glaciers, gracias
I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious, goin' against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulda and a quarter of dat angel dust
I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin' ya honor, I ain't snitchin' ya honor

Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when dat kitchen get hotta, I just sit on da counter
Open da cabinet, close the cupboard
Put dat jar in da skillet, drop a 4 in the bubbles
I rememba bein' young, tryna hustle my dough
Tryna tell da old junkies dat my crack ain't soap
Tryna tell ya fo' ya jump dat my mack ain't broke
You ain't trynna see how far that black back lane go, no

Call me Pacman, you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue
Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for da money
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I gotta tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you wit' da straight arm, no warnin', nothin'
Look it's mornin', no yawnin' or nothin'
I ain't sleepin', I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch

You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts, then we takin' what we want
I'm so 5 0 4, you gotta kill me here
If you eva lookin' for me, bitch I will be here
Cash Money is a Army, Navy Seal me here
Lotta niggas ran from it, but I still be here
No chrome on da Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack da fill, crack da roof, and roll up da windows

And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog
A dog wit' no bark, just a bite like a old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa
I'm talkin' 'bout stunna
He like, keep ya dough, he got ya hoe
When da sunshines on da king and sets on the prince
I met The Birdman and I been shinin' eva since like that

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Sk8er Boi - Lyrics - Avril Lavigne

Title: Sk8er Boi
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Scott Spock, Graham Edwards, Avril Ramona Lavigne

Lyric:
He was a boy
She was a girl
Cannot make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can I say?

He wanted her
She'd never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose
And they had a problem
With his baggy clothes

He was a skater boy
She said, " See you later boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back
Down to earth

5 years from now
She sits at home
Feeding the baby
She's all alone
She turns on TV
Guess who she sees
Skater boy rockin' up MTV

She calls up her friends
They already know
And they've all got
Tickets to see his show
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man
That she turned down

He was a skater boy
She said, "See you later boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a super star
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face
See what he's worth?

He was a skater boy
She said, "See you later boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a super star
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face
See what he's worth?

Sorry girl but you missed out
Well tough luck that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see
See the man that boy could be
There is more than meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside

He's just a boy
And I'm just a girl
Can I make it any more obvious?
We are in love
Haven't you heard?
How we rock each others world?

I'm with the skater boy
I said see you later boy
I'll be back stage after the show
I'll be at the studio
Singing the song we wrote
About a girl you used to know

I'm with the skater boy
I said, "See you later boy"
I'll be back stage after the show
I'll be at the studio
Singing the song we wrote
About a girl you used to know

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Do Or Die - Lyrics - The Singles Collection - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Do Or Die
Album: The Singles Collection
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Rick Barton, Matthew Edward Kelly, Ken Casey

Lyric:
The once steel tough fabric of the union man
Was sold and bartered all away
Fed to money wolves in the Reagan years
Caught in a drift in greedy ninetie's days
So inside this song is our rally cry

Your dreams are in danger
And we must rise
Our time has come we are under the gun
It's do or die

It's not a rebel cry of some socialist scheme
To push for human rights
Just the facts an obvious mentioned
On the behalf of the working man
For his family and his livelihood

Your dreams are in danger
And we must rise
Our time has come we are under the gun
It's do or die

The once steel tough fabric of the union man
Was sold and bartered away
Fed to money and wolves in the Reagan years
Caught adrift in greedy nineties days

Your dreams are in danger
And we must rise
Our time has come we are under the gun
It's do or die

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