A Simple Thing Like Cry - Lyrics - Surrender - Diana Ross

Title: A Simple Thing Like Cry
Album: Surrender
Artist: Diana Ross
Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford, Valarie Simpson

Lyric:
If it didn't hurt so bad
If it didn't hurt so bad
Maybe I could cry

If I thought it was all a joke
And you were putting me on
If I could just make a wish
And this moment would be all gone

If I could see a trace of hope
Somewhere in your eyes
Maybe then I could do
A simple thing like cry

If it didn't hurt so bad
If it didn't hurt so bad
Maybe I could cry

Don't you know I plan to spend
Every moment of my life with you?
Now you're trying to tell me
That my dreams just won't come true

Thanks for giving me
A million reasons why
But it hurts too bad to do
A simple thing like cry

If I thought it was all a joke
And you were putting me on
If I could just make a wish
And this moment would be all gone

If I could see a trace of hope
Somewhere in your eyes
Maybe then I could do
A simple thing like cry

If it didn't hurt so bad
If it didn't hurt me so bad
Maybe I could

If it didn't hurt so bad
Maybe I could cry
I could cry, cry

If it didn't hurt me
If I didn't love you
Hurt me

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Z - Dig A Hole - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Dig A Hole
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Kasseem Dean, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Dig a hole, bury yourself, nigga
Go 'head, keep goin' I got some nice dresses
For you guys over here
The Incomparable H O

Told you to get your money when you see a boss comin'
Thought shit was funny but what you see now
Nothin' left to accomplish, I done came out of Compton
And what's that you talkin' 'bout? We gon' see now

Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, go 'head
Dig a hole, motherfucker, dig a hole, bury yourself
Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole

I'm still here, mon frère, I know the cuts I bear
They like, ?That's why they call you Hov?, I'm like, ?Yeah?
I'm like air, little shots go through me, won't tear
Want tissue, no tears, no tissue, not an issue

Don't cry for me, I peep these niggaz from deep
Got a front row seat even if you don't speak
Silent partner, I hear you loud and clear
You left your fingerprint, you ain't got to be there

I'm just waitin' 'til you dig a hole
Big enough to put your whole body in
Then I'm gon' body them
It's nothin' but a hobby to him
Simple as serve and volley to him

Niggaz like, "Hov, why don't you get at old boy?"
Why kill a puppet and leave Geppetto alive?
Why not wait to catch 'em all together?
This way you dig one big hole one time

Told you to get your money when you see a boss comin'
Thought shit was funny but what you see now
Nothin' left to accomplish, I done came out of Compton
And what's that you talkin' 'bout? We gon' see now

Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
Dig a hole, go 'head, dig a hole
(Bury yourself)
Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
Dig a hole, dig a hole, go 'head

How that niggaz dissin' me? I made it possible
For niggaz to make history, how is this possible?
Please explain the shit to me, how is it logical?
Have we forgotten our history? Let's open our Bibles

It's like the disciples dissin' Jesus, becomin' His rivals
Shunnin' the one thing that they owed they life to
You let that man hype you to go against your idol
Knowin' good and goddamn well this what I do

Think I'm in the office, I'm off my grind
That's how kids become orphans, you lost your mind?
I keep my enemies close, I give 'em enough rope
They put themselves in the air, I just kick away the chair

Told you to get your money when you see a boss comin'
Thought shit was funny but what you see now
Nothin' left to accomplish, I done came out of Compton
And what's that you talkin' 'bout? We gon' see now

Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
Dig a hole, go 'head, dig a hole
(Bury yourself)
Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
Dig a hole, go 'head, bury yourself

Hov gon' get you, I ain't forget your lil' disrespect
No, hoe, daddy gon' spank you for that shit you said
It's hard to do when you got nothin' to prove
Everybody know you better, you in a lose-lose

'Cuz even when you win, ultimately, you lose
Real niggaz like, "Why Hov talkin' to dude?"
He sellin' little tools, only time you went plat
My chain was on your neck, that's a natural fact

So I'm prayin' that it spills outside of the booth
That's when y'all niggaz outside of your truth
Outside of your league, that's not what you do
Niggaz throwin' Roc signs outside of your Coupe

Don't look at Hov like he's done somethin' wrong to 'em
'Cuz he's onto 'em, he just took what belonged to him
Niggaz playin' checkers with chess, playin' Hov
This game is over, I don't know if you know you in a hole

Told you to get your money when you see a boss comin'
Thought shit was funny but what you see now
Nothin' left to accomplish, I done came out of Compton
And what's that you talkin' 'bout? We gon' see now

Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
Dig a hole, go 'head, dig a hole
(Bury yourself)
Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
Dig a hole, go 'head, bury yourself

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Like A Throttle - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Like A Throttle
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Herb Albert, Lawrence Parker, Janne Schaffer, Kenny Parker

Lyric:
You wanna test me? Are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your fuckin' mind, KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny Park

You know, I don't know what your management be tellin' you
I don't know what your producers be tellin' you
But yo, you step this way, you're gettin' played out of position
So let me give you a little start, check it out

Every time KRS-One steps in the jam
The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out

That's it, none of the gimmicks tricks, oh it's
You either have the hits or the crazy hype lyrics
But MC's come half assed and lookin' pitiful
None of 'em lyrical but their ego is critical

Like I said, I'm not a Muslim but to Allah, I'm obedient
Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's convenient
And I've seen it, real Muslims praise Allah and they mean it
Others are dreamin' it with sex me and do me
And I'd rather listen to the brand Nubians

You know it's funny, everybody wants money
And material things from cars and chicken wings
When they sing, they sing for the cash
They fail to realize, respect will outlast cash

You get respect by bein' creative and yes, a native to your audience
So you know reality, in other words if you ain't a gangsta
Why play you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?
If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?

All of this is incorrect, first should always come respect
The charts are not equal to the respect of the people
Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble, they know the difference
From a artist and a lip-syncin' model, right on stage
You'll get a bottle, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle

I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess with me
I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
You're no astronomer, why see me as astronomy?

But I'm a Parker, so I'll play you like Monopoly
Don't entertain the thought of droppin' me, to think of me
As anything less than your teacher, crazy you got to be
These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly, you're holdin' my dick like a throttle

The teacher will come again and again and again and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
So when their lyrics finish, KRS-One just begin
Rippin' up sucker, teachers put their courage to an end

So once again, the trend setter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather
Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, help me think

To guide ink off the paper through the air, smack in your face
And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
Just in case, get the fuck out my face, I run this place
You're lucky you're from the same race

A simple technique will keep you on beat
With the style from the street, you compete with the elite
That's weak, flashin' gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the brown complexion

So every year, I appear somewhere
That you hear, my dear to get one thing clear
Whether on welfare or millionaire
Don't step to this here or you outta here

Allow me now to please change the gear
And pick up the mic you missed those happen around me
Have me feared, come, we come in the dance
We haffa likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip hop

You come into the place you can't look in my face
'Cause the light is bright and I'm towerin' in height
See there are millions of stars in the sky
When the sun appears none are visible to the eye

Why? The reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly rock until I'm done
And finished and like the evening, I'll fade
But when I return you'll cry for more shade

So check the dancestyle 'cause I am not softening up
It's time that I rock and sing not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling
But instead bring intellect pon ting
'Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't tryin' to hear that

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I'M A Fake (Beginning) - Lyrics - The Used

Title: I'M A Fake (Beginning)
Artist: The Used
Composer(s): Jeph Howard, Quinn Allman, Robert C. Mccracken, Brandon Steineckert

Lyric:
Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me
With all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs
And dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife

Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care

I'm alive, I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been
I feel big
(Feel big)
I feel tall
(Feel tall)
I feel dry
(Dry)
Dry

Just look at me, look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake)
Just look at me, look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake)

[Inaudible content]

Do I drink?
(Drink)
Do I date?
(Date)
I've got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied in your eyes
I'm the biggest fan I've got right now
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look
The people around me
The people surround me
I feel big
I feel tall
I feel dry
Dry

Just look at me, look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake)
Just look at me, look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake)

Just look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake)
Just look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake)

[Inaudible content]

My stomach hurts now
All tied off in lace
I pray, I beg for anything
To hit me in the face
And this sickness inside me
And I pray to fall from grace
(I pray to fall from grace)
The last thing I see is feeling
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
I'm telling you I'm a fake
I'm telling you I'm a fake
I'm telling you I'm a fake
I'm telling you I

Just look at me, look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake)
Just look at me, look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake)

Just look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake)
Just look at me now
(I'm a fake, I'm a fake)

Fake, fake, fake, fake
Tell you I'm fake

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Don'T Love You No More - Lyrics - Story goes - Craig David

Title: Don'T Love You No More
Album: Story goes
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Craig Ashley David, Mark Hill

Lyric:
For all the years that I?ve known you baby
I can?t figure out the reason why lately
You?ve been acting so cold
(Didn?t you say)
If there?s a problem we should work it out
So why you giving me the cold shoulder now
Like you don?t want to talk to me girl
(Tell me)

Okay I know I was late again
I made you mad and dinners thrown in the bin
But why you making this thing drag on so long
(I wanna know)
I?m sick and tired of this silly games
Don?t think that I?m the only one here to blame
It?s not me who?s been going round slamming doors

That?s when you turned and said to me
I don?t care babe who?s right or wrong
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

I know that I?ve made a few mistakes
But never thought things would turn out this way
Doesn?t make sense to me now that you?re gone
(I see it all so clearly)
Me at the door with you in a state
Giving my reasons but as you look away
I can see a tear roll down your face

That?s when you turned and said to me
I don?t care babe who?s right or wrong
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

Those simple words hit so hard
They turned my whole world upside down
Girl you caught me completely off guard
On that night you said to me
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

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Don'T Love You No More (I'M Sorry) - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Don'T Love You No More (I'M Sorry)
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Craig Ashley David, Mark Hill

Lyric:
For all the years that I?ve known you baby
I can?t figure out the reason why lately
You?ve been acting so cold
(Didn?t you say)
If there?s a problem we should work it out
So why you giving me the cold shoulder now
Like you don?t want to talk to me girl
(Tell me)

Okay I know I was late again
I made you mad and dinners thrown in the bin
But why you making this thing drag on so long
(I wanna know)
I?m sick and tired of this silly games
Don?t think that I?m the only one here to blame
It?s not me who?s been going round slamming doors

That?s when you turned and said to me
I don?t care babe who?s right or wrong
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

I know that I?ve made a few mistakes
But never thought things would turn out this way
Doesn?t make sense to me now that you?re gone
(I see it all so clearly)
Me at the door with you in a state
Giving my reasons but as you look away
I can see a tear roll down your face

That?s when you turned and said to me
I don?t care babe who?s right or wrong
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

Those simple words hit so hard
They turned my whole world upside down
Girl you caught me completely off guard
On that night you said to me
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you?re gone, my fault, I?m sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it?s too late to turn it around

I?m sorry for the tears I?ve made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don?t love you no more

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Love L. O. D. - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Love L. O. D.
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Gerald W. Belin, Kelly J. Brister, Rod Kirkpatrick, Keith Murray, Erick S. Sermon

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Lyric:
Yo, I seen them motherfuckers out in the street
Them pussy asses
(Man, fuck them niggas anyway)
Hood rats and those fat rolly polly punks

Yo Kel
(What up?)
Yo answer this question
Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?

Yo, it's um, simple philosophy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
(Yeah, yeah)

Aye yo 50
(What's up?)
Answer this question
(What's that?)
Why are you the best in your profession?

Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch MC
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

Keith Murray
(Yo, what's up 50?)
Answer the question?
(What's that?)
Why are you be the sickest in this profession?

I been all around the world hearing the wack MC's
It's doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
(Aye yo)
Ask yourself the very same question
Why are we the wickedest in this profession?

I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.
Any nigga want to step, get busy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

I be the bushwa freaker
Coming through your speaker
My jams be getting stronger
While your shit be gettin' weaker

Now Kel be playin' kids like the New York Knicks
Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit
'Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhyming
Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing

Now soon as I touch the paper
See you later
I shut your lights off like a blackout
So hit the circuit breaker

I'm the worst trouble you ever had vocab like knife stabs
Comin' wild killin' in a paragraph
Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson

I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' niggas way
Before the remix I shot ya
The proper hip hopper

Fading 'em in the Palladium
And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the Tunnel
Now, after the sunshine comes the rain
Hold up, wait a minute, let me back up and just explain

I been all around the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
All I hear is booty stinkin' ass wack MC's
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D.
The average nigga style sucks like a hickey
50 G, the MC's brain buster, mic crusher
Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster

Now that L.O.D.'s up in this motherfucker
Leave a known rapper with broken English
Like smooth da hustler

Same thing make a nigga laugh
Make his ass cry
He rolled a seven I bet it all he turned around
And rolled snake eyes

My thinking cap is bigger than a fuckin' Sade's
Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades
The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow
I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew I'll do ditto

I'll leave a nigga dead and stinkin' take his soul
Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes
Natural born killer, killer than the rest
(Where you at?)
East coast to west

I keep it real kid
I freak the flow until it's naked
Niggas get panicked and frantic
And can't take it

I been all around the world, what battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
Def Squad's the family, you don't want to see
Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.

Kel-Vicious
(What up Keith?)
Answer this question
(What up?)
Why you so fuckin' nice in this profession?

Aye, yo 50
(What's up?)
Answer this question
Why you so nice in your profession?

Aye, yo Murray
(What's up?)
Answer this question
(What's that?)
Why you so nice in this profession?

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Beautiful - Lyrics - Cry - Faith Hill

Title: Beautiful
Album: Cry
Artist: Faith Hill
Composer(s): Aimee Mayo, Shaye Smith, Chris Lindsey

Lyric:
I love the way you stand in my way
You won't move 'til you get a kiss
And how you tell me that my name
It tastes so sweet, on your lips
I love the way you hold me with your eyes
Hold me so tight that I can't move
It's like everything I've ever known is a lie
And you're the simple truth

Is it a dream or is it real?
All I know is you make me feel so beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
You make me feel so beautiful
(Feel like I could fly)
Beautiful
(Cross the clear blue sky)
Beautiful
(Baby I could cry)
You make me feel so, beautiful

I love how soft you touch my skin
Like you're touching the wings of a butterfly
I wish we could just lock ourselves away in a room
Where there was no such thing as time
I've never let anyone get this close
I've always been afraid
But you break down every wall and you know I feel so safe

Every part of who I am
Is so in love 'cause what I have is beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
You make me feel so beautiful
(Feel like I could fly)
Beautiful
(Cross the clear blue sky)
Beautiful
(Baby I could cry)

You make me feel so beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
(Beautiful)
Beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
(Beautiful)
Beautiful
(Beautiful, beautiful)
(Beautiful)
You make me feel so beautiful
(When you touch my face)
Beautiful
(When you say my name)
Beautiful
(Always find the way)

You make me feel so
Beautiful ohh
(Beautiful, beautiful)
(Beautiful)
(Beautiful)
(Beautiful)
You make me feel so beautiful
(Feel like I could fly)
Ohh, ohh
(Cross the clear blue sky)
(Baby I could cry)
Beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful

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Suicide - Lyrics - Scarface

Title: Suicide
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): B Jordan, I Lorenzo, L Olgetree

Lyric:
I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my advice to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works
It's givin' up and step the fuck back 'cuz in this game you can fame
You gotta start dumpin' these niggas off your nut-sack

I'm just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs
When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change
And your excuse was that the money did came
My excuse was that you was to blame

Simple [Incomprehensible], got to show my homies love tho'
I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know
And you can take that how you wanna take it
I'm from these motherfuckin' streets
And the same rules apply in this game, you never break it

With my motherfucking luck, fallin' over the craps
And you niggas who wanna try to attack
We steady dyin' over dumb shit, and me I'm steady losin' my sleep
'Cuz niggas ain't familiar with the rules of the street, and it's a

Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a, suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

To my niggas on the street cryin' then, watch them haters
If I'm sittin' on the side-line, get your paper
Too many niggas complaining pointin' fingers at the problem
That's why I hate my baby momma

I'm just a nigga from the very bottom
Skippin' classes, throwin' 8-balls into white powder
Tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin' 'good
Wit' possibilities of gettin' out my neighborhood

Don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too
But the only thing you do, is get your cream fool
Get your motherfucking cream fool
Niggas ain't know about the Ange and the Alicks
First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game

Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a, suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

It's a, suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a, suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

Now when it's over don't nobody cry
Just enjoy while you live life, 'cuz everybody got to die
When you see me I'll be hella high, beatin' corners wit' my top down
Checkin' out the chasers in the sky, shootin' paper clips at Jupiter

The more I lie, it's like I'm gettin' stupider and stupider
Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up decision
I'm just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out
Gettin' my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick

And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it
That's just the way you gotta do it
And these niggas here is really, dazed
And don't give a fuck when you for real

And you like it rough, nigga what the fuck
Know what I'm sayin' is real
Now back the fuck up for you get killed
'Cuz it's a

Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide

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Signing Emo - Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

Title: Signing Emo
Artist: Mc Lars Horris
Composer(s): Thomas Gates, Thomas Penzone, Andrew Nielsen, Mike Sapone

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Lyric:
Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles
"Marty, Marty, listen to me
Bring me something the kids will cry for
Get out there, and get us stoked"

Meet Marty, Major Label, A and R scout
Forty years old, gut hangin' out
Red Ferrari, Marty livin' in L.A.
Bumps another line to get through the day

Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction
And Marty knows nothin' but claims to know it all
Lose the flat screen TV if he drops the ball

You're as good as your last hit, find the next big thing
If he doesn't bring the bling, his cell phone won't ring
What's the trend? What's new?
What's a label scout to do? Office life, Marty 11:32

The label pres, calls and yells, "Sign more Emo"
How about screamo? "If it sells, sign Nemo"
"We're down 2 percent and BMG knows
My daughter likes Dashboard, so get me one of those"

He checks AP.net, the Scout and more
Yelling band names to his assistant through the door
The kids like this, "Who cares if it's great?"
So he signs a band called Hearts that Hate
"Marty, we've got a hit"

Cry tonight
My hands around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you

Hearts that Hate, Marty goes to their show
Up in the club and here we go
Marty sees a girl in a Simple Plan shirt
With a Senses Fail boy and that'll never work

He finds his label friends in the corner they huddle
An Emo cattle auction, they penetrate the bubble
They talk about Victory and signing TBS
Dissing the same bands they just tried to impress

So the lights go down, the crowd starts to scream
Hearts that Hate have hit the scene
Blake on vocals and lead guitar
He does a back flip, "Look how different we are"

They show up at the studio to record it
A TRL, Billboard Modern Rock hit
They auto tune Blake, but he can't tell
He says, "I've got perfect pitch, damn I sing well"

ProTools, Logic, cut, copy, paste
Quantized solos and quantized bass
Signed, sealed, deliver and sent
Across the U.S. and the single went

Cry tonight
My hands around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die

Momentum builds, but it all caves in
Industrial comes back, the press needs a NIN
Marty finds a new band called "Fetal Coil"
And Hearts that Hate try to keep their fans loyal

They rework their sound for album number two
As "Machines of Hate," but their career is through
They break up and work pushin' mops and brooms
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room

"Can you teach me track five Mr. Blake?"
"Hey, I wrote that song and it goes like this"

Cry tonight
My hands around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die

Die tonight
My hand's around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die

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Signing Emo - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: Signing Emo
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Thomas Gates, Thomas Penzone, Andrew Nielsen, Mike Sapone

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Lyric:
Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles
"Marty, Marty, listen to me
Bring me something the kids will cry for
Get out there, and get us stoked"

Meet Marty, Major Label, A and R scout
Forty years old, gut hangin' out
Red Ferrari, Marty livin' in L.A.
Bumps another line to get through the day

Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction
And Marty knows nothin' but claims to know it all
Lose the flat screen TV if he drops the ball

You're as good as your last hit, find the next big thing
If he doesn't bring the bling, his cell phone won't ring
What's the trend? What's new?
What's a label scout to do? Office life, Marty 11:32

The label pres, calls and yells, "Sign more Emo"
How about screamo? "If it sells, sign Nemo"
"We're down 2 percent and BMG knows
My daughter likes Dashboard, so get me one of those"

He checks AP.net, the Scout and more
Yelling band names to his assistant through the door
The kids like this, "Who cares if it's great?"
So he signs a band called Hearts that Hate
"Marty, we've got a hit"

Cry tonight
My hands around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you

Hearts that Hate, Marty goes to their show
Up in the club and here we go
Marty sees a girl in a Simple Plan shirt
With a Senses Fail boy and that'll never work

He finds his label friends in the corner they huddle
An Emo cattle auction, they penetrate the bubble
They talk about Victory and signing TBS
Dissing the same bands they just tried to impress

So the lights go down, the crowd starts to scream
Hearts that Hate have hit the scene
Blake on vocals and lead guitar
He does a back flip, "Look how different we are"

They show up at the studio to record it
A TRL, Billboard Modern Rock hit
They auto tune Blake, but he can't tell
He says, "I've got perfect pitch, damn I sing well"

ProTools, Logic, cut, copy, paste
Quantized solos and quantized bass
Signed, sealed, deliver and sent
Across the U.S. and the single went

Cry tonight
My hands around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die

Momentum builds, but it all caves in
Industrial comes back, the press needs a NIN
Marty finds a new band called "Fetal Coil"
And Hearts that Hate try to keep their fans loyal

They rework their sound for album number two
As "Machines of Hate," but their career is through
They break up and work pushin' mops and brooms
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room
Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room

"Can you teach me track five Mr. Blake?"
"Hey, I wrote that song and it goes like this"

Cry tonight
My hands around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die

Die tonight
My hand's around your hands, I won't let you
Die tonight
My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die

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Self Love - Lyrics - Jaguar Wright

Title: Self Love
Artist: Jaguar Wright
Composer(s): Jaguar Wright

Lyric:
I'm listenin'
Caught up in a web of deception
From this shit I done learned new lesson
So what cha do, you keep on playing, you play on, playa

From love to confusion
You keep getting but you keep losin'
So whatcha find comforting, your boozin', bosom
Heart brusin', I'm the one

From the high note to the low pains
You see destruction but no aftermath
Only voices you hear in your head
They all laugh, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha, yeah

From your denials to your delusions
Everything you gain you keep loson'
What you not know, this is an illusion
So what the hell you're doin'

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me
He's looking at us, he's looking at we
Ah shit, he's lookin' at me

You wake up, baby boy, but you're not sleep
You test full but you're not it
You're running fast but you're not on your feet
And your speed is dead

You run along but you not know
You climb inside but you can't grow
Faster and faster until you fall to them floor
You screamed on but don't sing along

You work and work with no pay
You punch a clock but never end your day
You take vacation but your not playing
What we say by this time, here my friends, drink three
You cry, cry, revolution, but what you want is a solution
But you're more content with being a pollution
Jump in the motion, and ask the notion

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me
He's looking at us, he's looking at we

He's looking and looking
He's looking and looking
He's looking at you, he's looking at me
He's looking at us, he's looking at we
Ah, looking

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Take a look at it

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
He's looking at

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
He's looking at, he's looking, looking and looking

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love

L O V E, L O V E, love
L O V E, love, L O V E, love
Ya'll say, yeah

You know, L O V E, L O V E, love
L O V E, love, L O V E, love
Ya'll say, yeah

L O V E, L O V E, L O V E
Ya'll say, oh
L O V E, L O V E, L O V E
L O V E, L O V E, L O V E
Ya'll say, yeah

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation
He's looking at, he's looking at

Self love, self preservation
Self love, self preservation

If you don't like your job
Maybe, you should quit stop being a bitch and love yourself
If you believe things can work out easily
I'm telling you if you don't like what your mama's telling you
Then be a grown man and stand up on your own two and love yourself

And if your girlfriend's on welfare
Then baby, walk away, you don't have to care and love yourself
And if standing on the corner and pushing them rocks up in your socks
Ain't what you want to do tonight then, love yourself

L O V E, L O V E, yo
L O V E, L O V E, yo

He's looking at L O V E
He's looking at L O V E
He's looking at L O V E
Love yourself

What I'm tryin' to tell you here is
Life it passes you by
And if you don't get up off your ass
I'm telling you, it's gonna fly, the time's gonna fly

And you'd find yourself about fifty years old
Sittin' on a porch with your grand kids
But you know what, man, you ain't got shit to tell

You still live in that same-old bullshit-ass reality
That was passed on down to you by your family
From generation to generation to generation to generation
And you ain't got shit, man, you sure fucked up

All right, it's real simple
I mean, this is for anybody, any age, man
Get up off your ass, forget the past
And remember that the future is the only thing that you fuckin' got
So run with that shit

Shit, it's that simple, ain't it? Yeah
Love yourself, believe in yourself
Be true to yourself, be you for yourself, do you?
Caught up in a web of deception
From this shit I done learned new lesson
Work and work with no pay
Punch a clock but never end your day, yeah

You run along but you not know
You climb inside but you can't grow
You cry, cry, cry, revolution
But there is no solution
'Cause you're the pollution, yeah
Caught up in a web of deception
Nigga, learn your lesson

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Luv U Better - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Luv U Better
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
This is for my number one
This is for my number one
This is for my number one
True baby for I adore

This is hard to say
I wanna make sure I go about this in the right way
'Cuz lately I been busy a lot
And I know you don't feel appreciated and what not
I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly
Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes
Now I talk real foul and slick
Every other sentence is, "You make me sick"

Back in the days I was your number one pick
Now your heart's hair-broken and that's hard to fix
I had to dig deep inside myself
'Cuz I can't see you bouncin' with somebody else
It's a long journey back to the place we was
When I was too embarrassed to admit I was in love
And you was my good girl that wouldn't give it up
I can't let us self-destruct

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

When I think about the things we did
And I think about you having my kids
And I think about us sharing a crib
Losin' all that, God forbid
You deserve flowers and candy, the simple things
In addition to the SL's, baguettes and rings
Instead I walk around like I'm a king
And having you ain't nothing but a thing

I even stopped tellin' you the lovin' was good
Too busy frontin' in the hood
Baby girl, hold me tight don't ever let go
I'ma do it real gentle baby, nice and slow
One more chance baby and don't say no
'Cuz I got another side to show
Some say love is painful it helps you grow
Well it's time for the pain to go, you know

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

It's a brand new me, a brand new you
A brand new day, sky so blue
Hold my hand while I walk with you
Sit on my lap, lemme talk to you
No more games callin' you foul names
Actin' like females is all the same
I'm gon' love you better, my mentality changed
From this day forward I'll never be the same

I'ma rub your lower back, share my dreams
I love you, lemme show you what I mean
Give you the deepest love a girl ever seen
Watch you sleep, so peaceful and serene
A toast to the queen, you're back in my life
But this time I'ma do it right
Trust me, from the bottom of my heart
Nothin' is gonna tear us apart, promise

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

This is for my number one
This is for my number one
True baby for I adore

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What New York Couples Fight About - Lyrics - Morcheeba

Title: What New York Couples Fight About
Artist: Morcheeba
Composer(s): K Wagner, P Godfrey, R Godfrey, S Edwards

Lyric:
Once a label is on something, it becomes an it
Like it's no longer alive
It's like a loss of vision or some dark impression
Or a black spot on your eye

If it's up to you, my little sweet baboo
Through the shouting and the fever
Think of life as queer, think of it my dear
And some knobs or a fancy tone

From here there is no reason, baby's got it made
But it's not what the life's about
What is imagination may become a fact
If we think of it that way

If you want to know, I can tell you now
Oh if you make it through somehow
Or is it best to keep or fall to sleep
It isn't looking very good to me from here, hey

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know

What do, New York couples fight about?
But this gonna work it out

Baby's got the bed sheet that was under you
When your time and life expires
Keeps it in the closet, keeps it to herself
She should throw the damn thing out
Why should you continue to shake it off?
Would you write things on the wall?

You could make it hard to be
In the shouting you will see
Or is it best to change the world you're keeping
Down again? Hey

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget

Such is the sound of sorry without the shy report
Or the grips that could hold you down
Just when things were looking up
You act just like a horse's butt

Everything was simple but the body's worn
Got the life spread on the ground
Powder pink and general
The kitchen sink, a funeral

Every loving other, don't you fade on me
Like a bomb that's about to blow
Often we will overlook
The things that make it undercooked

We can make it hard or we can take the world apart
Or you'd never be that sure
Of the simple things that makes you want
To cry again, hey

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know

He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
He's distressed and I forget
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know

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Ex-Factor - Lyrics - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill - Lauryn Hill

Title: Ex-Factor
Album: The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Alan Bergman, Gary Grice, Lauryn Hill, Russell Jones, Tejunold Newton, Rasheem Pugh, Clifford Smith, Vada Nobles, Jason Hunter, Johari Newton, Dennis Coles, Lamont Hawkins, Marilyn Bergman, Dennis Diggs, Marvin Hamlisch, Cory Woods

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Lyric:
It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
See no one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

Is this just a silly game?
That forces you to act this way
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
See no one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy
This is crazy
This is crazy
This is crazy

I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself?
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we've got to do
You let go and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy
This is crazy
This is crazy
This is crazy

Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said, "You'd be there for me"
Cry for me, cry for me
You said, "You'd die for me"
Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?

Care for me, care for me
You said, "You care for me"
There for me, there for me
Said, "You'd be there for me"
Cry for me, cry for me
You said, "You'd die for me"
Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?

Care for me, care for me
You said, "You care for me"
There for me, there for me
Said, "You'd be there for me"
Cry for me, cry for me
You said, "You'd die for me"
Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?

Care for me, care for me
You said, "You care for me"
There for me, there for me
Said, "You'd be there for me"
Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?
Cry for me, cry for me
You said, "You'd die for me"

Care, care, care
(Where were you)
Give
(When I needed you)
Care, care, cry
Give

Where were you
When I needed you
Where were you
You you you
Do do do

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U Told Me - Lyrics - Point of No Return - Shareefa

Title: U Told Me
Album: Point of No Return
Artist: Shareefa
Composer(s): Clifford Lee Brown Iii, Shareefa Cooper, Kevin Dean Crowe, Jay Graydon, Carl Thompson, Randy Goodrum, Sylvester Jordan Jr., Erik Reyes Ortiz

Lyric:
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?

U told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

I shoulda known from da corner of da block
That you were wrong
One day soon you'd be leavin' me alone
But I gave you da digits anyway

Ooh, I had my doubts
But you know how I like 'em thugged out
Thought for sure
I could change a thugs route

But a mans gonna be what a man wants to be
No matter what ya say sometimes

You gave me fancy cars, diamonds and pearls
But without ya here what is it worth?
Not a damn thing
Sometimes I cry in the rain for you

Ya wishin' things could be the way they were
'Cause all the joy of love turned into hurt
And I can't take the pain
These pictures on the wall won't do

Gangsta u told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

I understand that in the game sometimes you lose ya man
But 25 to life wasn't in the plan, how do I pick up the pieces?
I keep fallin' to pieces, every time that I see you caged up
I kept prayin' everyday you'd wake up

But all the money somehow wasn't enough
I guess you had ya own reasons
Now it's only teasin' your all

You gave me fancy cars, diamonds and pearls
But without ya here what is it worth?
Not a damn thing
Sometimes I cry in the rain for you

Ya wishin' things could be the way they were
'Cause all the joy of love turned into hurt
And I can't take the pain
These pictures on the wall won't do

Gangsta u told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

I've been gain it all, there's no need to fall
As long as I knew you'd come home
A simple 9 to 5 and some quality time
instead of catchin' up on the jail phone

I tried to let go 'cause ya tellin' me so
But I don't wanna move on
I'm down for mine but I'm tired of cryin'
I gotta face the fact that you're gone

U told me that we would always be together
Said we'd make it through the stormy weather
But ya locked up now

U told me don't wait on the floor forever
Said I gotta look for something better
'Cause ya locked up now

So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?

So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?
So what, what do I do now
Do what without you now?

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Love Is Not Enough - Lyrics - Delicious Surprise - Jo Dee Messina

Title: Love Is Not Enough
Album: Delicious Surprise
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Mike Reid, Jo Dee Messina

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Lyric:
Sometimes I have to tell myself to keep on breathing
My heart is not believing you're gone
I try hard to remind myself time will do the healing
'Cause right now I'm not feeling all that strong
Every thing's a memory and they're taunting me
Just one simple thing and I'll break down and cry

Why I wanna scream it's just not fair, pray to God I didn't care
I wanna turn back time, turn back time and have you here with me
I want to find someone to blame but sometimes life gets in the way
And it doesn't care how much we love
'Cause sometimes love is just not enough

Oh we took a chance, we gave it all we had and couldn't make it
It didn't work for all the times we tried, no matter how we loved
It seemed the odds were stacked against us
Now we have to live our separate lives
Well I'm not ready yet too much to forget
Oh it still feels like a part of me is dying

Why I wanna scream it's just not fair, pray to God I didn't care
I wanna turn back time, turn back time and have you here with me
I want to find someone to blame but sometimes life gets in the way
And it doesn't care how much we love
'Cause sometimes love is just not enough
Sometimes love is just not, how come love is just not enough

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