10 More Minutes With You - Lyrics - For Never & Ever - Kill Hannah

Title: 10 More Minutes With You
Album: For Never & Ever
Artist: Kill Hannah
Composer(s): Matt Devine

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Lyric:
I don't know who you are
But now somehow you're breaking my heart
And I don't know where you are, are
But like a drug lift me up to the stars

It's why I'm feeling alive, it's the first time
Here's hoping this day won't end

I don't know, now, what to do, I don't care
I need 10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you

I don't know what you are
But one look and I'm hooked from the start
Now I'm falling apart
That's what you get for falling in love

Tonight I'd look in her eyes for the first time
Here's hoping this pain will end

I don't know, now, what to do, I don't care
I need 10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
If you want to then you've got to

It's what you live for, it's what you live for
So what you lived for it, would you die for it?
I'm alive for 10 more minutes, oh

If you want to then you got to
10 more minutes with you
If you want to then you got to
10 more minutes with you
If you want to, now you got it all
10 more minutes with you

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125th - Lyrics - Ghetto Classics - Jaheim

Title: 125th
Album: Ghetto Classics
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Jaheim Hoagland, Wesley Allen Hogges, Eric Jay Williams, John Jr. Drakeford

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Lyric:
Ooh, ooh yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Well, oh shorty, baby, listen girl, ooh

She was standing on 125th
Waiting on the 6, one hand on her hip
Puffing a split, post up on the block
Like the baddest chick

So I asked her one question like
Wait a minute, who you wit'?
I'm in a flyest whip, rims spinning and shit
I pulled over on the curb, had to represent
Hey girl, it's not safe out here walking alone
Hop your pretty ass in, I'll take you home

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

She got ass like whoa, couldn't keep that on the low
The girl was straight blazing from head to toe
(Yeah, you gotta be careful, she might be under age)
Girl, lets see some ID, no you won't get me

As a fact on that, I'm about to fall back
I can easily replace you, I'm not trying to get locked up
She said she's riding shot gun, her license says twenty plus
Bring your pretty ass on, girl, let's get it on

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
Girl, we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Baby, come inside, mommy, close the door
Take off all your clothes, tell me what you waiting for
Let me rub your back and your stomach too
Stretch your toes, turn around, love, I got you

Did I warn you yet, I'm a rough neck, damn good in bed
I promise I'm gone make you sweat
Would you mind if I want to squeeze you, tease you
I just want to please you

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Shorty was standing on, standing on
Standing, I know, I know, I know
Feeling her game, yeah

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17 - Lyrics - Mandy Moore - Mandy Moore

Title: 17
Album: Mandy Moore
Artist: Mandy Moore
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Todd Chapman

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Lyric:
Some people tell me, that you're not my kind
And I believe them, but I can't get you off my mind
Some people tell me that I should stay away
Maybe I will, some other day

'Cause it feels right, you know it feels good
And I don't know what to do what I should
And I know what makes me happy
And in my heart you are it exactly

I don't wanna do it, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, save my best behavior
For a little later, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Think I made my mind up, I got time to grow up
Face responsibility, livin' in the moment,
Keepin' my heart open, while I'm only seventeen

I'll learn my lessons, and I'll make mistakes
And if I get burned, it'll be my heart to break
It isn't easy, hearing what they say
Sometimes you've got to take a leap of faith

'Cause it feels right, yeah it feels good
And I'm not gonna do something stupid
Just this once I wanna feel like
I can do what I want when I hold tight

I don't wanna do it, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, save my best behavior
For a little later, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Think I made my mind up, I got time to grow up
Face responsibility, livin' in the moment,
Keepin' my heart open, while I'm only seventeen

Yea

Anyone, who's ever been in love
Has got to know, what it means to have a dream
And no one can say anything
To change my mind, no, not this time

Feels good
I should
Makes me happy
And you are it exactly

I don't wanna do right, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Time to grow up, face responsibility
Keepin' my heart open
Seventeen

I just want you do right
Only in my dreams
Only seventeen only seventeen only seventeen
Yea

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18 - Lyrics - Turning Point - Mario

Title: 18
Album: Turning Point
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Mario Barret, Theron Otis Feemster, Sean Garrett

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Lyric:
All I wanna do
Is do me
Feel me?
Come on

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

I brush the dirt off my shoulder
Push through the city in an all pearl rover
One day I wanna be just like my nigga hova
But they don't wanna let me be
Haters they been hatin'
Sayin' what I can't be

But I'mma stay up on they bumper
Keeping the radios jumpin' all summer
Havin' your girl screamin' just to take a picture
I'm settin' up my features
My bank account's reachin'
And everybody's peeking

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't wanna that no no)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

This is a funny situation
These guys I grew up havin' crazy admiration for
Got the feelin' that I'm tryna replace them
But that ain't the case
I'm in a whole 'nother place
Tryna build my estate

I gotta keep my nikes nice and clean
Keep the women up to 25 chasin' me
Got Mr. Davis pushin' buttons in the captains seat
That means more dough before I'm too old
And basically before

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

Yeah yo Mario
Don't let 'em get you heated homie
Just only go harder
Let 'em underestimate you like you Antonio Traver
Plus the dudes that be hatin' is as old as your father
You got plenty time you gone get plenty shine

I don't pay 'em any mind
They been tryna criticize
But you can't live your life through another nigga eyes
I'm the best and you young boys know so
I'mma fall back and let my young boy blow

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

Next time y'all niggas try to compare me
Remember I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?
Next time y'all underestimate me
(Don't do that)
Recognize I just turned 18
That means I got 7 years to catch up
So what's up?

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1 In The Morning - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: 1 In The Morning
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Damon Blackman, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
It's one in the mornin'
You know what time it is
It's one in the mornin'
It's one in the mornin'
You gonna have come out your clothes on this one

Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, cause homie will not have it
Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
For actin' like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
It's really a tad tragic how they runnin' through they cabbage
You know my track record, L battle like a savage
I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
Uncle L L, I got product for sale
So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of the others
Children shiverin' under the covers
The man in black, the tilted fedora hat
I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
I'm focused baby, livin' like a quarterback
Playin' in the wishbone, L keep options black
Systematically, burn you like calories
Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
I'm a classic like Nike Airs and wallabies
You could catch it like the flu, homie follow me

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

That's right sleeping beauty, wake up see the light
That Tylenol P M got you caught for your B M
Everybody can see, I'm the king of rippin' coliseums
C'mon, use a male groupie beggin' for per diem
A fruitcake laid out in the mausoleum
I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him
Money's my slave, it do what I say
It cry for me, like Denzel in glory
But I broke the cycle, no more poverty
I wonder if you hatin' on the low, probably
But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels
Damn, look at my body, could have been a navy seal
But you lack the discipline to do what I do
Reinvention, I'm in the eleventh dimension
I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot
'Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
Aiyyo E's, it's one o'clock
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
Time to get one and bounce baby
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is?
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

Your honor, last week he punched me in my face
I want twenty million, you know he liftin' weights
Last week, me and the President was takin' flicks
Last week, my video dropped and you was sick
Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
That cost twenty nine hundred, homie you don't want it
My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
My American Express is black, I'm at the summit
The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
My portfolio was sicker than polio
For real God is good, he took me out the hood
Got me livin' in a mansion like a big boy should
And I never do cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
Knowin' how I live, bed extra big
You sit around, run your mouth, potbelly on the couch
Claimin' you hot but honey what you wove out
When she alone, pump l, I make her bounce
You on the corner riskin' your life to sell a ounce
Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo
With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago
But no, in real life cats catch it
It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's the definition
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
Definition
It's one in the mornin', go
Definition potna, eleven in a row

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1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: 1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, Michael Richard Bull, Christopher Bridges, Shondrae Crawford, Jean Paul Maunick, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
Click, click, click, click
Yeah, click, click
DTP nigga

I started with ten mack tens, ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks watching eight flicks
You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
Did I Do That or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

On to seven AK-47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left, one pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket

Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm finish, so you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a Hearst
Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse

I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias names
I'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain
On three fire and ready, cock back and aim

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th, what's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins, double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm Numero Uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

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22,000 Days - Lyrics - Long Distance Voyager - Moody Blues

Title: 22,000 Days
Album: Long Distance Voyager
Artist: Moody Blues
Composer(s): Graeme Edge

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Lyric:
Even though I know it's only
Me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please

Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time

22,000 days, 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
And this time, this time, this time feel the flow, get it right

Now the time when I first saw you
Is over and gone
Then I knew my life with you would go on

Knowing you so much longer
I've change in mind, changed you
You have changed to mine

22,000 days, 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
And this time, this time, this time feel the flow, get it right

Everybody knows, it always shows
Wasting time's an aggravation
Got no time for confrontation

You want to take a lot
By love, by law or stealth
Time's the only real wealth you have got

Even though I know it's only
Me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please

Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time

22,000 days, I've got 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

You've got 22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
22,000 days

22,000 days, 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
22,000 ways

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23 - Lyrics - Futures - Jimmy Eat World

Title: 23
Album: Futures
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Zachary Michael Lind, Thomas Darrell Linton

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Lyric:
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know
These lonely dreams
No one else will know
That part of me

I'm still drivin' away
And I'm sorry everyday
I won't always love
These selfish things
I won't always live
Not stoppin'

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me
Like you do
No one else will have me
Only you

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

Amazing still it seems
I'll be twenty three
I won't always love
What I'll never have
I won't always live
In my regrets

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
And wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

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24 Hours To Live - Lyrics - Mase

Title: 24 Hours To Live
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): David Styles, Casey James, Rob Ross, Nashiem Myrick, Earl Simmons, Mason Mase Betha, Sean Puffy Combs, Deric Angelettie, Jason Phillips, Leroy Bell, Carlos Broady, Sean Jacobs

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Lyric:
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hrs. to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo, if I had 24 hrs. to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play Lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what?

You know when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend, so, I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor

Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home, took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hrs. wit my son and my daughter

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

What? Hey, yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an' he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself

So Papi, fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe and have her take me to my place

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit, his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

If I had 24 hrs. to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant

Back to the twenty four, I make it out the precinct
Shootin' niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent, get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my death
So, I'm gon' waste alot of lives but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin' but I'ma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'ma send you there worse

I've been livin' with a curse and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever but this wasn't fame

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go?

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25 Hours A Day - Lyrics - Myra - Myra

Title: 25 Hours A Day
Album: Myra
Artist: Myra
Composer(s): Mark Clifford Mueller, Guy Roche

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Lyric:
25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

I look at you and I can't believe
Those beautiful eyes are starin' back at me
I feel your touch and it moves me so much
'Cause I feel the love inside you

It took me so long to find you
Now I only wish
That I could stay beside you

25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

When I'm with you, nothin' exists
Except for your kiss and your tenderness
I never knew, I could love you like I do
But baby, you showed me how to

I would be lost without you
'Cause each time you go
You know I think about you

25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

Would never be enough
To show what's in my heart
The one who made my life complete
That's what you are

25 hours a day, that's what I need
To show the love that's inside me
Want you so much
I wish that I could hold you near
53 weeks a year

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Z - 2 Many Hoes - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - 2 Many Hoes
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
But give a nigga some space
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
Just give a nigga some space
Just tryin' to talk honey dog
I ain't got time to waste
(Check it)

Why is you over here lookin' at me
While all these girls up in here?

What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like Indian hair
Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here
I mean if you a fan I consider you fam'
But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn
All that
("Do you remember me dawg?")
Nah I'm drawin' a blank
You got me feelin' like a fish, in a fish tank
Just think, if you came to a club
Tryin' to find a little hon for some one-night love
'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug
You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way

And kill the ice grill homes
'Coz I keep enough heat to melt that away
I came in some sweats, I came to get met
Tryin' to find a chick that make it hard for me to "Next!"
We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus
Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es
May I suggest that it's
A lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
So many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I understand you got issues but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Yea, yea, yea, I know you rap and your sister spit too
You been callin' the office and you can't get through
I understand all that, but now ain't the time
I came to the club to get that off my mind
And all you thugs with your war stories startin' to bore me
I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory
I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore
And you keep talkin' over the beat like Clue
("Do you remember?")

Go find somethin' to do
You're a janitor, go find somethin' to screw
Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel
Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh
The chick came dressed up just to get messed up
She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up
Shit I'm tryin' to help her out
Whyon'tcha help me out and be out?

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
There's so many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I know you got issues homie but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Jeah, jeah, jeah

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
C'mon dawg, be easy

I don't know why they do that
I don't understand
What you need to do, is

Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
C'mon dawg, stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Be easy

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4 Ever - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: 4 Ever
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): David Lewis, Jonathon Lewis, Clifford Smith, Wayne Lewis

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Lyric:
K one

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
That don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me and put it on me

If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that
It's sweet like candy, this time I might just eat that
You steal my heart, sweetheart then you can keep that
Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at

Push the seats back, you got the kinda body
Niggaz beep at, try to speak at but get no feedback
Sophisticated, miss highly edumicated
Living well lady, that made it, type of woman you stay with

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a queen that respects a king just like Coretta
Get everything except the ring for worse or better
Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow
Whatever, see if it go down, we go together

Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma
You ain't gotta sugar my tank or key the kid car
'Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard
Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar

But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild
That's where I stood and where I stand now
I'm throwing rocks at your window pane
Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

No matter what we go through
(What we go through)
I'll be there for you
(There for you)

I'll never let you down
I'll just hold you down
Oh, ooh

No matter where we be
(Where we be)
I'll do it all again
(All again)

The ups and down
I'll hold you down
Oh, ooh

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
She don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me

And now I gotta lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her
And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her
Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
I'm ready to shack up, now that's love

Nobody can love you like me, boy
I'll promise to be your only girl
Don't ever leave, just stay
You will be down for me, anyway

Ah, you and me together, baby

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

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4 My Man - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My Man
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Izzy Avila, Craig Brockman, Jig Iriandaise, Alan Stivell, Bobby Ross Jr Avila

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Lyric:
Like your name is Missy Elliot
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And what I can give, is Fantasia Barrino
Holla at your girl
Two thousand five, whoo

Wake up in the mornin' with my man next to me
Up all night like we've been on that ecstasy
Mixed with Hennessey, he got the remedy
Yeah my nigga into me, I can't say it simply

We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation
Time to have relation, love makin' in the basement
Smack it up, flip it up, crush it
One minute, two minute, I was no question

Who would ever think that I'd be givin' up the goodies
Walkin' 'round naked in a pair of pink footies
Just like them hoes at the shows
Half-dressed clothes doin' whatever, who knows

Nah, I only get freaky with him
No menage-a-trois, not freaky with them
It's just me and my man
Yes, said me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

I'm never insecure when we not together
Even though he tell me he in love with Ciara
I'm from a new era and I bring terror
To any chick who check my fella when we together, so

He treat me like a Cinderella, yup
Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella
This fella deserve primo stellar, he be a Roc-A-Fella
Not to Jay-Z and Dame but the charm on the chain be platinum

Jacob Roley lookin' sporty, [Incomprehensible]
Money stackin' keep track and I fax him
If I can't find his ass then his ass out of gas
He only gettin' one pass

My man, is my man and nobody else's
Damn right, I hope y'all felt this
Old ladies 'round the coast-es
You better get focuses 'fore you ever try to approacheth

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

See when you in love you might have to say it
Don't say you won't, never say you won't
You might get real mad, wan' act all bad
Act up in the street, a few chicks you gotta beat

'Cause they disrespect
Clockin' your man from his feets to his neck, uhh
You gotta let her know that's a no-no, slap her real slow
With a right blow whichever way it go and keep it gangster

Show these bitches that you can't come
Yank 'em, point blank 'em, top rank 'em
I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger
Scared how you figure?

My man, say it time again
Say my man, my man again
I say my man, it's just me and my man
Said for me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

That's my man
Yes it is
This love

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4 The 1 - Lyrics - Mario Vazquez - Mario Vazquez

Title: 4 The 1
Album: Mario Vazquez
Artist: Mario Vazquez
Composer(s): Daniel J Werner, Raymond Basora, Steve Morales

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Lyric:
Yeah, this is 4 the 1, this is 4 the 1
She knows who she is
Yeah, this one stays 4 the 1
She knows who she is, oh

Listen here now Coacoa eyes
Daddy's coming home soon, oh yeah
I know you sit there and you cry
But daddy's got work to do, oh

I know you don't care much for him
'Cause you're crazy for us
I know you don't care much for him
'Cause you're reaching for us

I still adore you, never ignore you
You are my angel sent from above
Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You're my angel sent from above
From above, from above, from above, from above

People use to talk, him no have no job
Look at him car now me say ala ala
Now we see dem wan' say hi and me say, me say goodbye
Now we no need no guided light

Baby girl don't shed a tear when I'm not near you
No, no, no, no, no, baby girl just listen here
I would do anything to keep you close to me
But daddy's got a lot of work to do now

You know I'll never leave your side
I'll stand strong by you
You know I'll always make it right
'Til the next time I see you again

I still adore you, never ignore you
You are my angel sent from above
Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You're my angel sent from up

People use to talk, him no have no job
Look at him car now me say ala ala
Now we see dem wan' say hi and me say, me say goodbye
Now we no need no guided light

(This is 4 the 1)
Oh, yeah, I'm not afraid, not afraid to tell you
That you are the one, oh, yeah
(This is 4 the 1)

Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You are my angel sent from above
Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You're an angel sent from above

Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
(This is 4 the 1)
You are my angel sent from above
(This is 4 the 1)

Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
(This is 4 the 1)
(This is 4 the 1, this is 4 the 1)

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5 Boroughs - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: 5 Boroughs
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Ryan Corwin, William Broady, Cameron Giles, Jeremy A Graham, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Joseph Ward Simmons, Albert Johnson, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Kenyatta S Blake, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack er, Cercle Rouge KRS-One
Droppin' on 'em like this, pick it up, pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture, you know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn't belong here?
Have you forgotten how we got to this place?
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race?

If you don't teach me my culture, I don't know who I am
I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I'm robbin' and killin' I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy, my mother into a whore

Now I'm hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin' us, rapin' us and robbin' us
400 years of that's what's inside of us

Take a look at me now I'm really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife
But to heal it will take my whole life

I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
'Cause who could be so cruel like this?
So heartless, so senseless?

But I'm taught by the devil
To grow up and be a devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagoras, Ptolemies, Socrates, these people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology

Even the concept of democracy stolen from the King Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane

The board of education can't see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back, give me my culture
But you don't understand that 'cause you a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out, you know what I am about

'Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you've got to pay attention
At how you livin' hardcore

You ain't a kid anymore grow up
To blow up the spot you're at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin' in rap
KRS-One I got your back

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France, all the graffiti artists
We like to break dance to the MC, yes, you know that's me
KRS-One down with the BDP

From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that

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61 Highway - Lyrics - The First Recordings - Mississippi Fred Mcdowell

Title: 61 Highway
Album: The First Recordings
Artist: Mississippi Fred Mcdowell
Composer(s): Fred Mcdowell

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Lyric:
Lord, that 61 Highway is the longest road I know
Lord, that 61 Highway may be the longest road I know
She run from New York City, down the Gulf of Mexico

Lord, it's some poor sand down, Greyhound buses don't run
Lord, it's some poor sand down, Greyhound buses don't run
Just go to work with me baby, look down Highway 61

I said, "Please, please see somebody for me"
I said, "Please, please see somebody for me"
If you see my baby, tell her she's alright with me

I'm gonna buy me a pony can, pay for fox-trot and run
I'm gonna buy me a pony can, pay for fox-trot and run
Lord, when you see me comin', pretty Mama, I'll be on Highway 61

I started school one Monday mornin', Lord, I throwed my books away
I started school one Monday mornin', baby, I throwed my books away
I wrote a note to my teacher, Lord, I'm gonna try 61 today

Lord, if I have to die, baby, fo' you think my time have come
Lord, if I have to die, baby now, fo' you think my time have come
I want you to bury my body, out on Highway 61

Lord, it's amazin', baby, Lord, don't want you to have no fun
It's amazin', baby, don't want you to have no fun
Just come down to my little cabin, out on Highway 61

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67 - Lyrics - King'S X

Title: 67
Artist: King'S X
Composer(s): Ty Tabor, Doug Pinnick, Jerry Gaskill

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Lyric:
Based on the information hangin' on my brain
Put it all together and this is what I get
Kinda like an acid trip you'd take in '69
When it was stronger

Looked in the mirror and this is what I see
No matter how hard I try I just can't let it be
Cut off all my dreadlocks and now I'm feeling free
Here comes my neighbor

67 stations watching
Cable television in the bedroom

Everywhere I turn seems like another trap
Sent a death sentence to my own address
I thought I could do it but now I know I can't
Wish I could just go away

Yeah, I watch the sun setting in the west
Probably a thousand times and every one was best
Lone ranger desperado following the tracks
Life after rock n' roll

67 stations watching
Cable television in tour bedroom
67 stations stations, yeah
In your bedroom

Life is getting better, 'cause I don't want to cry
I get too embarrassed when my eyes are just too dry
Manic manipulation, I play it all the time
Rocky mountain, yeah

67 stations watching
Cable television in your bedroom, yeah
67 stations in your bedroom

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6 Minutes - Lyrics - Life Is Good - Lfo

Title: 6 Minutes
Album: Life Is Good
Artist: Lfo
Composer(s): Kenny Gioia, Sheppard Mich Hansen, Joe Belmaati, Rich Cronin

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Lyric:
Yeah, 6 minutes LFO, you're on

I was at a party with my mind in the gutter
She walked in behind me with a friend and her brother
Stepped onto the dance floor shakin' her hips
I thought I might bust when she licked her lips

Sometimes I wish that I was someone like Brad Pitt
She walked right over to me and then she say, hey we should split
Sometimes I wish that I had a girl that looked that fine
Not thinkin' about forever just 6 minutes of her time

1 minute and the earth begins to shake
2 minutes and my heart begins to break
Another minute and she makes me feel brand new
That's just 3 minutes with you

4 minutes and she's got my on my knees
5 minutes and she's got me beggin', please
Another minute and she shows me somethin' new
I need 6 minutes with you, 6 minutes

I was at work with my mind in the gutter
She was in a magazine, her face on the cover
Lyin' in a room that was lit by a candle
That's the type of girl that I wish that I could handle

Sometimes I wish that I looked like Tom Cruise
'Cause in a crowded room but I'd be the one that she would choose
Sometimes I wish a girl like that could just be mine
Not thinkin' about forever just 6 minutes of her time

1 minute and the earth begins to shake
2 minutes and my heart begins to break
Another minute and she makes me feel brand new
That's just 3 minutes with you

4 minutes and she's got my on my knees
5 minutes and she's got me beggin', please
Another minute and she shows me somethin' new
I need 6 minutes with you, 6 minutes

Sometimes I feel like the, 'Catcher in the Rye'
Sometime I wish that I could catch your eye
Sometimes I wish that I could be that guy

Yeah, yeah
Whoa, time is passin' by
Whoa, your [Incomprehensible]
Whoa, I'm losing my mind
I need 6 minutes with you

1 minute and the earth begins to shake
2 minutes and my heart begins to break
Another minute and she makes me feel brand new
That's just 3 minutes with you

4 minutes and she's got my on my knees
5 minutes and she's got me beggin', please
Another minute and she shows me somethin' new
I need 6 minutes with you

1 minute and the earth begins to shake
2 minutes and my heart begins to break
Another minute and she makes me feel brand new
That's just 3 minutes with you

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7-1-3 - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: 7-1-3
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, David Hobbs

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Lyric:
Junior talked that old husslin' talk
I was no [Incomprehensible] daddy
But I found out his daddy was a damn hussler

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin' screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip number 2"
I use to skip summer school and hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin' like Puff, wearin' diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like us
So hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been bumpin' screw down here for a while!

And when you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs
I'm shoppin' with them, 'cause I ain't trickin' for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, and then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin' laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been buyin' six-figure homes for a while!

Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work, you don't eat, that's a known fact
I don't just rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been fuckin' with magazines for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Now when you see me with Tigga, on B E T
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been talkin' shit on TV for a while!

Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin' hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
'Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
They call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been smokin' high-time weed for a while!

And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Technomarine shinin' and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, 'cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil' Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been acting bad, drivin' cars for a while!

When you see me Big Pimpin' like UGK
I'm choppin' on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin' on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin' with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
'Cause you ain't sellin' records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been ridin' around with straps for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

[Incomprehensible] 7-1-3
Nigga that's Sucka-Free [Incomprehensible] Texas,
We represent that
That's me Flip [Incomprehensible]
Humpty Hump, CEO down south
7-1-3, we are

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911 - Lyrics - The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin - Kirk Franklin

Title: 911
Album: The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin
Artist: Kirk Franklin
Composer(s): Kirk Franklin

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Lyric:
Hello
Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to bishop
Sure, hold on
Hello
Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've been having all these crazy kind of dreams
It's hard to sleep, I can't eat scary, you know
I know what you mean

I mean, every since that Tuesday
Seems like life's just getting real strange
I hear ya Anthrax, terrorist attacks
And I ain't even trying to get on no plane
I feel ya
And you know when I try to pray
There's a voice that telling that God's not real

You know that's just the enemy
Yeah, but you ain't feelin' me
No son, I know just know you feel
See, just because I preach and teach don't mean
I don't get scared sometimes

Yeah, whatever, but you TD Jakes
Well, then I don't make mistakes
Well
Now, let me tell you what's on my mind
When your smile is gone
(He cares)

Yeah, but I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy
God said
(Every burden I will bear)
See, but you don't know my
(My pain)

And I'm getting so sick and tired of all
(This rain)
I just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me what I got to gain?
Well, see, trials come to make
(You strong)
Storms won't last
(Last long)

But how can I trust God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you everything
(Every thing's Egon' be alright)

So thank you for calling it's always good to hear from you
Yeah, but
But I gotta go now
Wait a minute
I got another call on line 2
But I ain't through

See I'm sick and tired of all these church folk talking
About stuff ain't as bad as it seems
See, y'all don't feel my pain
I don't have pain?
I don't see how you on the cover on Time magazine

See, but you're looking at now and you don't know
How I struggled and what I've been through
Yeah, whatever
Now, you crossed the line
I'm just speaking' my mind
Okay, so let me speak mine, too
(Hmm)

I've made some mountains, I've seen some valleys
I've even had to cry sometimes
Like when I lost my mother
Your mother?
My mother
I'm sorry

No son that's fine
See life is full of ups and downs but God said
(The storm won't last long)
But how's you make it through?
Boy, I thought you knew it was His
(Love that kept me strong)

When your smile is gone
(He cares)
But I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
Yeah, but see y'all don't feel
(My pain)

And I'm getting very sick and tired of all this
(This rain)
Just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me, bishop, what I gotta gain?
Didn't I tell you trials come to make
(You strong)
And those old storms won't
(Last long)

How can I trust God in the midst of all this mess?
See that's the reason for this song
Wherever you go there's something ya got to know
(God still cares)
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

Thank you, pastor
Any time
I think I can make it now just tell me what I need to do
Just pray this prayer with me

Say, father
(Father)
Forgive me
(Forgive me)
I'm sorry
(I'm sorry)

Please help me
(Help me)
I love you
(I love you)
I need you
(I need you)

Hold me
(Hold me)
Jesus
(Jesus)
My heart
(My heart)
My soul
(My soul)

Please take
(Please take)
Control
(Control)
Right now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
(Right now)

When you ain't got no smile
(He cares)
And even when you feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
And even in the midst of all ya
(Pain)
And when you're sick and tired of all the rain
(This rain)

Remember that the rain won't last always and in Christ Jesus
You got so much to gain
You see your trials come to make you
(Strong)
And the storms won't last
(Too long)
Remember my brother, my sister it's only temporary
See that's the reason for this song

Wherever you go
There's something you've got to know
God is still there
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

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