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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A Beggar On A Beach Of Gold - Lyrics - Mike &Amp; The Mechanics

Title: A Beggar On A Beach Of Gold
Artist: Mike &Amp; The Mechanics
Composer(s): Brian Alex Robertson, Mike Rutherford

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Lyric:
I didn't know when I was lucky
Discontented feeling bad
Filled with envy
For possessions other people had

I found my pride had always hurt me
Fought the world to gain control
Not realizing
I was sitting on a beach of gold

Oh Lord, I'm a poor man
With all the riches I can hold
I'm a beggar
And I'm sitting on a beach of gold

The problems I encountered
Gave me strength, helped me sustain
To know the pleasure
First I had to cure the pain

When I was searching for solutions
I found the answer lay in me
I'm a drifter
But I'm drifting on a silver sea

Oh Lord, I'm a poor man
With all the riches I can hold
I'm a beggar
And I'm sitting on a beach of gold

I didn't have courage
My life was as dark as night
When alone in the darkness
I saw the brightest light
Let the light shine down

Are you out there now on empty
Feel you've nothing left to give
Sick of trying
Have you lost the will to live?

Don't be drowning in the shallows
With the beach so near at hand
Hear the voice say, "Stand up, get up
And join me on the gilded sand"

Come and join me on the beach
With all the riches I can hold
'Cause I'm a beggar
And I'm sitting on a beach of gold

Oh Lord, I'm a poor man
With all the riches I can hold
I'm a beggar
I'm sitting on a beach of gold

My children my salvation
The father to this man
They're my teachers
Playing on the golden sand

With my family all around me
I've all the riches I can hold
I'm a beggar
Sitting on a beach of gold

Oh Lord, I'm a poor man
With all the riches I can hold

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Afterlife - Lyrics - 18 B Sides - Moby

Title: Afterlife
Album: 18 B Sides
Artist: Moby
Composer(s): Richard Melville Hall

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Lyric:
Lord God Almighty let me tell the news
My head got wet in midnight dew
Great God I been down on my bended knees
Talking to a man from galilee
Michael spoke and he sound so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels' feet
He put one hand upon my head
Great God Almighty let me tell you what He said

Go tell that lonesome liar
Go tell that midnight rider
Tell the gamblin', ramblin' backslider
Tell them God Almighty gonna cut 'em down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might throw your rock, hide your head
Work in the dark with your fellow men
Sure as God made you rich and poor
You're gonna reap just what you sow

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

(You might run
What is the real thing ?
Run
What is the real thing ?
Come on)
Some people go to church just to sit in the fire
Trying to make a date with a neighbor's wife
Brother let me tell you just as sure as you're born
You better leave that woman alone

Go tell that lonesome liar
Go tell that midnight rider
Tell the gamblin', ramblin' backslider
Tell them God Almighty gonna cut 'em down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

You might run on for a long time
Run on, ducking and dodging
Run on, children (?), for a long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down

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Ain'T Ever Goin' Back - Lyrics - Master of Disaster - John Hiatt

Title: Ain'T Ever Goin' Back
Album: Master of Disaster
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

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Lyric:
Come out of a fireball
Notes burning and the letters scrawled
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Bare light, bulb and a hotplate
Was there that I finally met my fate
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

She danced the room and she made it fine
I sang a song about a crooked line
I ain't ever goin' back no more

And she's my first love and she's my last
Don't ask me how it ever came to pass
'Cause I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ain't ever going back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

A pint of gin and a long bus trip
Somebody said, "You just get over it"
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

I see her face at every shitty bar
That I have to play to pay for this guitar
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

I'm singing every song for her tonight
So bartender, would you hit the lights?
'Cause I ain't ever goin' back no more

A little something to remember me
It's been so long, Lord, she mustn't see
I ain't ever goin' back no more
And I ain't ever goin' back

I ain't ever goin' back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Dust settles in a darkened room
Whiskey steals away the sense of doom
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

We made love and we made hate
Never could seem to get it straight
I ain't ever goin' back no more, baby

You're branded on my soul and in my mind
I keep running up and down this old fence line
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Only one thing in my life is true
Honey, I will remember you
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ain't ever goin' back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ain't ever goin' back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ever goin' back no more
Ever goin' back no more
Ever goin' back no more

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All I Can Do Is Write About It [Acoustic Version] - Lyrics - All Time Greatest Hits - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: All I Can Do Is Write About It [Acoustic Version]
Album: All Time Greatest Hits
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant

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Lyric:
Well this life that I live has took me everywhere
There ain't no place that I ain't never gone
But it's kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain't no place like home

Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free?
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee?

And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
'Cause what I can see is the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'?
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog?
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air you're breathin'?
Well you better listen to my song

And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
'Cause what I can see is the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland
Oh but you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy

And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
'Cause what I can see is the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes

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All In Your Head - Lyrics - Supercharger - Machine Head

Title: All In Your Head
Album: Supercharger
Artist: Machine Head
Composer(s): Adam Duce, Robb Flynn, Dave Mcclain, Ahrue Luster

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Lyric:
Ahh
Ahh

What, what, what, what?
You tell me, I've been walkin' on a railin'
Been excellin' at failin'
That I think wrong, I don't belong
I don't fit, I don't give a shit
Take my guitar and microphone
Pour out my fuckin' soul
Insecurity, I'll strip it down to the bone, fuck it!
I ain't a stranger, just strange
I'll be fine, leave me alone

You can't see
The things that make
Your happiness go away
Well I can

It's all in your head
It's in your head
Sad but it's true
It's inside you
Keep wallowing
In your misery
It's all in your head

I know that I'm a weirdo
And I'm messed up
And the Lord knows that I've fucked up
But I don't need you to point out every mistake that I make
I'm sick of all your negatives
Somethin' has gotta give
Got me thinkin' you
Need to stop over thinkin'
Brink of losin' my mind and goin' blind
I'll be fine, leave me alone

You can't see
The things that make
Your happiness go away
Well I can

It's all in your head
It's in your head
Sad but it's true
It's inside you
Keep wallowing in your misery
It's all in your head

Why can't you?
Why can't you see it's you?
Why can't you see it's you?
Why can't you see it's you?
Why can't you see?
'Cause it's just all inside you
It's just inside you
It's just inside of
It's just inside

You can't see
The things that make
Your happiness go away
Well I can
Honestly you're driving
Me insane, again

Because it's all in your head
It's in your head
Sad but it's true
It's inside you
Someday you'll see why you're unhappy
Someday you'll see that it's not me
It's all in your head
It's in your head
It's all in your head
It's all in your head
It's all in your

It's just inside of you
It's just inside of you
It's just inside of you
Oh it's just inside

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Alright - Lyrics - Get Lifted - John Legend

Title: Alright
Album: Get Lifted
Artist: John Legend
Composer(s): John Stephens, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Usually I don't do this but okay
Let's go, come on

Okay I see you checkin' me out
(Checkin' me out)
I think I know what you winkin' about
(Winkin' about)
You wit your man you don't want him to see
(Want him to see)
It's alright with me

I know I drank I little bit much
(Hey)
You think I'm talkin' crazy and such
(Hey)
I can't walk straight but girl I can see
You're alright with me

Alright, I see a little something that I like
You lookin' mighty fine in them skin tights
You know what I mean, it's alright with me

Hold up, I know you got a man but I'm tore up
And I don't even care if he roll up, with something to say
You better tell him he don't want it with me, it's alright

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Good Lord you got body for days
(Body for days)
I think the way that you shake it's amazin'
(Shake it's amazin')
I got my keys if you ready to leave
(Ready to leave)
It's alright with me

Now check your man 'cause he going insane
(Insane)
He wanna know what the hell's my name
(Hey)
Now if he crazy 'nough to get in my face
It's alright with me

Alright, I see a little something that I like
You lookin' mighty fine in them skin tights
You know what I mean, it's alright with me

Hold up, I know you got a man but I'm tore up
And I don't even care if he roll up, with something to say
You better tell him he don't want it with me

Come on why don't you test me
(Test me)
If you want me come and get me
(Get me)
I'll show you who the best be
(Best be)
It's alright with me

I'll watch you for a long time
(Long time)
I swear you're lookin' alright
(Alright)
Come closer if you like what you see
It's alright with me

Alright, I see a little something that I like
You lookin' mighty fine in them skin tights
You know what I mean, it's alright with me

Hold up, I know you got a man but I'm tore up
And I don't even care if he roll up, with something to say
You better tell him he don't want it with me, it's alright

It's alright, yes it's alright
(I want my babies in the front seat)
It's alright, yes it's alright
(I want my babies in the back seat)
It's alright, yes it's alright

It's alright, yes it's alright
(I want my babies in the front seat)
It's alright, yes it's alright
(I want my babies in the back seat)
It's alright, yes it's alright

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Asleep In The Light - Lyrics - Keith Green

Title: Asleep In The Light
Artist: Keith Green
Composer(s): Keith Green

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Lyric:
Do you see, do you see all the people sinking down?
Don't you care, don't you care are you gonna let them drown?
How can you be so numb not to care if they come?
You close your eyes and pretend the job's done

Bless me Lord, bless me Lord You know it's all I ever hear
No one aches, no one hurts no one even sheds one tear
But He cries, He weeps, He bleeds and He cares for your needs
And you just lay back and keep soaking it in

Oh, can't you see it's such a sin? 'Cause He brings people to you door
And you turn them away as you smile and say
God bless you, be at peace and all heaven just weeps
'Cause Jesus came to you door you've left Him out in the street

Open up, open up and give yourself away
You see the need, you hear the cries so how can you delay?
God's calling and you're the one but like Jonah you run
He's told you to speak but you keep holding it in

Can't you see it's such a sin?
The world is sleeping in the dark that the church just can't fight
'Cause it's asleep in the light
How can you be so dead, when you've been so well fed
Jesus rose from the grave and you, you can't even get out of bed
Jesus rose from the dead, come on, get out of your bed

How can you be so numb not to care if they come
You close your eyes and pretend the job's done
You close your eyes and pretend the job's done
Don't close your eyes, don't pretend the job's done

Come away, come away, come away with Me my love
Come away from this mess, come away with Me, my love
Come away, come away, come away with Me my love
Come away from this mess, come away with Me, my love
Come away, come away, come away with Me my love
Come away from this mess, come away with Me, my love

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Begging - Lyrics - Up the Bracket - Libertines

Title: Begging
Album: Up the Bracket
Artist: Libertines
Composer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty

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Lyric:
All animals we are
Round the bench in the park
Your sisters in the dark today
Watery pinned eyes
My soul has gone a little cold

I maybe maybe next year
If it isn't to dear
We'll get ourself some good time girls
Remember when you pay
You'll pay in many many ways

And he's crossing the road
To get his daily sport

Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh Lord they're begging you
Your friend begging you
What will you do?

And have you heard the singer said
"He's a dead ringer" for
A feeling that I used to know
"Hell" she cries oh hell
No no it's a funny way to go

And he's crossing the road
Picking up his daily sport

Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh Lord they're begging you
Your friends begging you
What will you do?

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Believer - Lyrics - Mary Mary - Mary Mary

Title: Believer
Album: Mary Mary
Artist: Mary Mary
Composer(s): Warryn S Ii Campbell, Erica Mo Campbell, Trecina Campbell

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Lyric:
I'm a believer, tellin' you I really believe
I'm a believer, even though I've never seen
I'm a believer, look at my life and you will see
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

I'm a believer, every word he says to me
I'm a believer, 'cause He gave me my liberty
I'm a believer, now and forever I will be
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

We got home late one night from service
Something wasn't right, Momma was nervous
She said we're staying at your auntie's house tonight
'Cause something in my spirit ain't right

Just as soon as we all went to sleep
Momma got a call from the police
Saying, "Your house is on fire"
We were sad but alive, God spared our lives

I'm a believer, tellin' you I really believe
I'm a believer, even though I've never seen
I'm a believer, look at my life and you will see
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

I'm a believer, every word he says to me
I'm a believer, 'cause He gave me my liberty
I'm a believer, now and forever I will be
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

On the highway, minding my business
Another car was tryna get by
So I put my foot on the brakes
And my car flipped upside down

I cried, "Lord, have mercy on me
Take the car but save my life"
I walked away, no scars, no pain
Nothing broken, now I can testify

I'm a believer, tellin' you I really believe
I'm a believer, even though I've never seen
I'm a believer, look at my life and you will see
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

I'm a believer, every word he says to me
I'm a believer, 'cause He gave me my liberty
I'm a believer, now and forever I will be
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

Somebody, somewhere out there is watching us
And taking care of every little thing we need
And some people still don't believe

But I have seen too many things
Tell me what will make you see
That He's able to be all you need and more
So tell me what it is you're waiting for

I'm a believer, tellin' you I really believe
I'm a believer, even though I've never seen
I'm a believer, look at my life and you will see
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

I'm a believer, every word he says to me
I'm a believer, 'cause He gave me my liberty
I'm a believer, now and forever I will be
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

I'm a believer, tellin' you I really believe
I'm a believer, even though I've never seen
I'm a believer, look at my life and you will see
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

I'm a believer, every word he says to me
I'm a believer, 'cause He gave me my liberty
I'm a believer, now and forever I will be
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?

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Be - Lyrics - Let Love Rule - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Be
Album: Let Love Rule
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Lenny Kravitz

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Lyric:
Lord, what's the matter, am I lost?
This life's a disaster, what is the cause?
Am I a junkie, what is my fate?
Or am I a flunkie who doesn't relate?
Or am I a child, so full of hate?

Am I a doctor or even a priest?
Or am I a rapist who needs a release
A psychotic prancer, Times Square dancer?
The mind can see as long as you'll be
For real with yourself

And you'll forever be, be be, be be
You'll forever be, be, be be
You'll forever be, you'll forever be
When you're real with yourself, you'll forever be

Lord, what's the matter, am I insane?
This life's an illusion, that's all it remains
Are you listening, are you boss?
Am I gonna make it up top on that cross?
Believe in Your name

And you'll forever be, be be, be be
You'll forever be, be, be be
You'll forever be
Ever be, be, be, you will ever be
You'll forever ever ever

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Berkeley Woman - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Berkeley Woman
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Bryan Bowers

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Lyric:
I saw a Berkley woman
Sittin' in her rockin' chair
A dulcimer in her lap
A feather in her hair
Her breasts swayed freely
With the rhythm of the rockin' chair
She was a-sittin' and a-singin' and a-swayin'
Her cheeks were red I declare

Twas hard to believe
What my eyes showed me then
The color in her cheeks
Was just her natural skin
She wore no makeup
To make her look that way
She was a natural mama with the red cheeks
What more can I say

Well I finally realized
There was hunger in my stare
In my mind I was swayin'
With the woman in the rockin' chair
But the lady I was livin' with
Was standin' right by my side
She saw my stare and she saw my hunger
And lord it made her cry

So with anger on her face
Yes and the hurt in her eyes
She scratched me and she clawed me
She screamed and she cried
Oh you don't give me near
All the lovin' that you should
Yet you're ready to go and lay with her
You're just no damn good

Well I guess she's probably right
Oh I guess I'm probably wrong
I guess she's not too far away
She hasn't been gone very long
And I guess we could get together
And try it one more time
But I know that wanderlust would come again
She'd only wind up a-cryin'

Well now you've heard my story
Plain as the light of day
It's hard to feel guilty for lovin' the ladies
That's all I gotta say
'Cept a woman is the sweetest fruit
That God ever put on the vine
I'd no more love just one kinda woman
Than drink only one kinda wine

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Z - Big Chips - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Big Chips
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven Williams, Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Jean Claude Oliver

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Lyric:
Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, so Big is my inspiration, dig

No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz
Wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it

I risk cases for shit like this
Nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin' I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin', I'm so mean and vicious
Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum ex-farmer

So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl you so good I'm swervin' like whoa! whoa
Uh oh, uh uh oh, from the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the hotel, into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Locklin'

And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin Izods with the matchin' socks, and
Slap boxin' in the back park and when the girls start watchin'
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands chillin'
In the shade and shit you know

Blue waters, yellow sand, uh either I'm high or
I think I just saw a dolphin
What you drinkin' Jay?
Me, myself I'm drinkin' on this lemonade, make me some
I don't know what the shit it is
But you got me real nice right now
Taylor play this track now, good night

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Big Girl - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Big Girl
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Robert Douglas, Nasir Jones, Lamar Bryant, Roy Hamilton, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace
Get you hype when I lick it, put it in your face
Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith

I'm feeling richer today, I can hit it then stay
Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play
We got champagne, whipped cream, I'ma grab a bucket of ice
Bubble bath running and the candlelight feeling so right

It's your night, no stress, no fight
Mad at your ex 'cause his dough tight
Never go right when you're with him
Try you best to forget him 'cause it's easy to please me

CD skip when your head board hit the wall
Call for the Lord
Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue
Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up

You can hit a blunt if you want
I'ma pull my pants up
We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust
Tell me what's the reason for us to love or to fuck

I'm the thug that you want
If it's gangster we can't front
If you want me I can stay around
If you need me, I'm here for you

How that sound?
Now it's up to you
Depending on how you wanna get down
'Cause you're a big girl now

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

Got your name and your number in my cell phone
Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone
If you in a good mood, if you not
Or you thinking 'bout, you was at my spot

What we did when we got hot
Is you dreaming you had me?
Is you creaming your panties?
Like a king fed me grapes and you fanned me

On the couch to the floor, to the bed, to the sink
And we ate each other like candy
Under the covers, two intimate lovers
You fuck a nigga like you mad at me

Throw the ass to me, you should be glad to be
In the presence of a real thug as bad as me
While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad
You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard

How I'm making my rod, how I make you say, "Oh God"
Every hoe that you know wanna know Nas
Gotta dodge all the blow jobs, getting hard
'Cause you know how these girls are

Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra
Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions
Starting to get an erection
Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing

Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave
I need time to breathe
Wanna follow me, Ironically
You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe

Like it's my fault
But you don't wanna talk
Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden
You and the shorty start scuffing

Now shorty dumping you out
Can't let her get the best of you
So I rescue you

Only thing left to do was to grab her
So you can jab her, get a cheap shot
You don't wanna feel chumped
Now here the cops come

So we gotta run to the ride
Then we drive off through the traffic
Don't panic but you know how we gotta manage
Looking at your face

And the damage in your facial
Every angle, can't let it faze you
No reason to be insecure or immature
Baby girl see the world is yours

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

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Black Chick White Guy - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Black Chick White Guy
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie

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Lyric:
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail

Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class

Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend

Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on

With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshitin' and whatten'
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's

Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin' out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms

Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man, oh Lord it was a tough decision

But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right?

These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent

Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah, she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside

See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child

She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin' on the floor

And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did, he got caught with a loaded gun

And went to jail, but first she had his son
Oh and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'

And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man

And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby

The guy was like, oh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin' you

I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too

Slut, could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, I'm pregnant
And if that ain't some shit 'cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was

And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the fourth of July

Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends

Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out

From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real I'll
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along

The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred

He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her, he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'

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Brandy (You'Re A Fine Girl) - Lyrics - Looking Glass

Title: Brandy (You'Re A Fine Girl)
Artist: Looking Glass
Composer(s): Elliot Lurie

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Lyric:
Dooda-dit-dooda
Dit-dooda-dit-dooda

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say Brandy, fetch another round
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailor said, Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth
Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea

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Brotha - Lyrics - Who Is Jill Scott? Words And Sounds, Vol. 1 - Jill Scott

Title: Brotha
Album: Who Is Jill Scott? Words And Sounds, Vol. 1
Artist: Jill Scott
Composer(s): Jill Scott, Allen Toussaint

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Lyric:
So many times you tried to cup we
You want to deal without but you can?t touch we
We ain?t invincible, but, Lord knows we are beautiful
And blessed

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no
Don?t let nobody hold you, control your own motions
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no

Am I my brother?s keeper? Yes, I am
So many times, you tried to burn we
You want to break we down
We ain?t invincible, but, Lord knows we?re magnificent
And blessed

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no
Don?t let nobody hold you back, keep on movin' on
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no
Don?t let nobody hold you never now
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no

If nobody told you 'bout that, I?m here to let you know that
You?re so wonderful, you?re so marvelous, you?re so beautiful
You're splendid, you?re fabulous
Brilliantly blessed in every way
Your hand touch we

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back

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Brownsville - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Brownsville
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murray, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
[Incomprehensible], mother fucking M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P

Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down, body counts only risin'
Them streets look full to ya, villains look poor to ya
Them niggas'll slaughter ya

For your goose Nautica, you got jewels?
Stash 'em, son, 'cause there's a thousand niggas broke
And we all got guns
And you know what that means

Niggas be open like they smokin' caffeine
Lookin' to do a quick stick, move and swift
With your [Incomprehensible] on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your grip, dip

And get the fuck up out of Dodge
That's if you know, what's up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' Mandela time
Plus the crackers is corrupted

But then you got them clockers down at 73rd
That was drug associated since the 70's, word
It's kinda skeptic
Livin' these crazy ways unprotected

Every day is a jam
So expect the unexpected, crime time
1-718, Brownsville, Brooklyn
The housin' property be gettin' token

So we're intended
Be under pressure, gettin' blackmailed
Villains usin' their dealings
Makin' killings of crack sales

The theme song of murder, nobody's kiddin'
These fools are forbidden, automatics just be spittin'
And devastatin' and profound, you get lumped up
Soon as you jump up or get gunned down in Brownsville

Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville

Young punks got guns, now that's a damn shame
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
[Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, hard to believe
The firin' squad'll throw your whole borough under siege

Beyond twin chrome and farmers
Nigga, it's Billy Danze
And when I'm double clutchin' my hands
Them fuckers won't jam

So my man, if your seekin' an advance to your grave
It's the land of the 'Drama Lord'
And the home of the fuckin' brave
It's hard to trust us 'cause it's mad ruckus

We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever, Duke, I move clever
I must keep it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot

I step and bop while I stroll with my weapon cocked
The hill that's real, we kill at will
Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack
Mad guns in your grill in the 'Ville

Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville

Brownsville, yeah, killings here only bring retaliation
No cryin', see dying's an everyday thing, swing
25 niggas down by my battlegrounds
I'll move in with 8 thugs that love bustin' rounds

You know the deal
In my streets your heater be ready to blaze
Keep cash in your stash in case you gotta be Swayze
For twistin' a nigga cap back

That's that work of M.O.P., who we be? Firing squad of 11233
Clack-clack, whole clips in your back
That's thug style, turnin' a small section of Brooklyn
Into the O.K. Corral

Now, news flash, razorfied lead, one grazed Ted
Two paralyzed, three dead
Gunmen fled the scenery
With heavy automatic machinery

Niggas ain't got nothing to lose
And yo it seems to be I'll nigga
Kill or be killed in the 'Ville, nigga
All up and down Mother Gaston, they blastin' steel

Blow your stacks and chips in A.C.'s with rims
We be livin' good with a Mac and black Tims
Keep this in mind and they might not find you in the river
With the next guy that fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga

Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville
Brownsville, Brownsville

[Incomprehensible]

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Can'T Take That Away - Lyrics - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: Can'T Take That Away
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Robert Johnson, Johnny Van Zant, Michael Lunn

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Lyric:
What can they all be thinkin'?
Wanna take the cross off of the hill
Put away the pledge of allegiance
Lord, just the thought gives me a chill

Well, they can take God off our money but
In the end, oh, ain't it funny?
How we're all gonna see Him on the judgment day

So, sing it loud
One more time
Hear what you say
When you got the truth inside
Now, they can't take that away

One more time
'Cause it ain't too late
Hold on to what you believe
'Cause they can't take that
They can't take that away

They want to change somethin', somewhere, for everybody
Right now, a change ain't what we need
Just like my father's father before him
They held on with pride to everything they believed

Well, they can take God off our money but
In the end, oh, ain't it funny?
How we're all gonna see Him on the judgment day

So, sing it loud
One more time
Hear what you say
When you got the truth inside
Now, they can't take that away

One more time
'Cause it ain't too late
Hold on to what you believe
'Cause they can't take that
They can't take that away

There's a fire that burns forever
There'll come a day we ain't gonna take no more

So, sing it loud
One more time
'Cause it ain't too late
Hold on to what you believe
'Cause they can't take that away

So, sing it loud
One more time
Hear what you say
When you got the truth inside
Now, they can't take that away

One more time
'Cause it ain't too late
Hold on to what you believe
'Cause they can't take that away

So, sing it loud
One more time
Hear what you say

One more time
It ain't too late
Hold on to what you believe
'Cause they can't take that away
They can't take that away

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Chain Gang - Lyrics - Blood, Sweat, And Tears - Johnny Cash

Title: Chain Gang
Album: Blood, Sweat, And Tears
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Harlan Howard

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Lyric:
I was just a kid roamin' around
Travelin' through, a little ol' town
A man walked up and said come with me
You're broke and son that's vagrancy

A carefree lad that love to roam
But Lord I wish I'd stayed at home
The way it looks I'll probably hang
'Cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang

I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe it's better for a man to hang
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang

The guard stands there with a great big gun
I bet he'd love to see me run
And I guess, I probably will some day
I'd rather be dead than to live this way

He's well fed and he's six foot tall
And he's a meanest of them all
He cracks that whip and he swings that cane
That sun must've touched his brain

I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe it's better for a man to hang
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang

I got a gal back home that's sweet and kind
But she's been waitin' a long, long time
I just told her to forget my name
I won't ever live down the shame

Lord, deliver me from this hole
Before I lose my mind and soul
The flesh gets weak and the back gets broke
There ain't no 'cause to laugh and joke

I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe it's better for a man to hang
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang

Work like a dog on a chain gang
Work like a dog on a chain gang
Work like a dog on a chain gang

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Contribution - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Contribution
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Courtenay Henderson, Dante Givens, Lucas Mcfadden, Shafiq Husayn, Marc Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic, Charles L. Stewart

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo

{You're about to witness three of the most common tales
Of man, woman and human
The difference between the three is that there is no difference
Just other outcomes
Listen and witness the common tales}

Aye yo, my Momma and a nigga for life
Love, carousel, cuss, yell and fight
Seven nights a week
No respect when they speak
Disrespect between the sheets, the ends don't meet
No rice beans or meat
My Momma was the bread winner plus she had to cook us dinner
My Daddy was a full time sinner

Poppa was a stoner stay gone till November
Off of that, gawk that made emack
Like the Devil done took his soul and ain't given it back
Remember that, when you play for the bless
Speedy victory for the poor and the press
I can't stand the stress, it's test and time press
Up against my Momma and Daddy chest, I try to rest
With no stretch of the mind, I can't find no peace of mind
Within this family of mine, yo

She got chips and you don't, that's bottom line
Is this the way love goes? Hmm, let's rewind
You really ain't paid, you clockin' minimum wage
Now basically you a slave, your wife studies for days
No money for much, just movies and such
The way your two hands clutch, you know it's love not lust
Now she's sick of the bus and using you as a crutch
And on top of this stuff, she graduates in a month

Damn, her new job got her clocking the dough
Now she's buying new clothes, and takin' you to the show
You feeling like you a ho, not knowing which way to go
And ultimately you know, you ain't feeling her so
You need to get up, get out and get something
Your job ain't nothing, all these years you've just been frontin'
That's the way she played ya, the talked in rager went back
To your days of

But she always said I'm out husslin' for food, kitchen indeed
While this nigga spend his ends on booze, bitches and weed
I thought that we'd agree, with two kids to feed
That you would slow your own, but instead of switchin' your seed
You slapped me, you can't attack me thinkin' I'm be happy
In fact it's a packing and leave rapidly
After we witness, no love between parents
The father type that was once on the scene vanished

Supreme bamish, the couples that match these
Producin' generations of kids with latched keys
Her daughter learned from Momma how to reject men
Her son attracts women that don't respect men
And then one parental provided can be the plan
But no woman can truly teach a boy to be a man
That's why I'm always telling these many pals of mine
The most that you can spend on any child is time

Look, we don't have all the answers
We're victims also to the same situations
But man plans and the Lord plans
And the Lord is the best of planners
So what's your contribution to life?

Yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo
What's your contribution to life?

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