All That Money Wants - Lyrics - Psychedelic Furs

Title: All That Money Wants
Artist: Psychedelic Furs
Composer(s): John Ashton, Tim Butler, Richard Butler

Lyric:
City sky comes down like rain
Through all the alleys to the sea
I hear footsteps getting louder
Drowning in my sleep

Painted lies on painted lips
That promise heaven tastes like this
I don't believe that I believed in you

All that money wants
All that money wants
All that money wants

Sunday's child will fall through faith
I feel I'm falling out of grace
Grey city sky comes down like rain
To drown me in my sleep

People fade and I forget you
I hear footsteps, see their faces
But it all means nothing to me now

All that money wants
All that money wants
All that money wants

City sky comes down like rain
Through all the alleys to the sea
I hear her footsteps getting louder
I'm drowning in my sleep

Painted lies on broken lips
That promise heaven tastes like this
Came home pushed and full of pins

Sunday's child will fall through faith
I feel I'm falling out of grace
I see the sky comes down like rain
To drown me in my sleep

People fade and I forget you
I hear footsteps I see faces
But it all means nothing to me

All that money wants
All that money wants
All that money wants
All that money wants

People fade and I forget you
I hear footsteps, see their faces
But it all means nothing to me now

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She Wants Money - Lyrics - Ratt

Title: She Wants Money
Artist: Ratt
Composer(s): Juan Croucier

Lyric:
I take her home, it's late at night
She's lookin' good, hot tonight
But I wanna know, how far she goes?

She gives the clue, I make my move
I got the rhythm in the groove
Slow at times, right tonight

She wants money, she
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money

She's so ready, doesn't even care
She's like a razor cuttin' through the air
She's callin' me, I'm so at ease

I understand what she's tellin' me
It's so clear that even I can see
You wanna play, you've gotta pay

She wants money, she
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money

I try to tell her I don't have no cash
She looks at me and starts to laugh
I don't wanna know, you've gotta go

I see her walkin' on down the street
She sees another and she acts so sweet
You wanna try your luck tonight?

She wants money, she
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, yeah just money

She walks the streets all night alone
She acts so sweet, she makes it known

She wants money
She wants money, she
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, she wants money

She wants money, quick change
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, she wants money

She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, oh she
She wants money, she wants money
She wants money, she wants money

She wants money, she makes me feel so good
She wants money, oh she
She wants money

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Everybody - Lyrics - Coming of Age - Memphis Bleek

Title: Everybody
Album: Coming of Age
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Sidney Brown

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh huh
What they want God?
Niggaz know the deal here
It's real, yeah

I was told, get money, stack what I can
Born In the Vile, a nigga never ran
Seen niggaz get cut, shot, stabbed up and kidnapped
Ran over, double crossed, killed for a stack of green one's
Now I live life, do or die
Marcy son, ev'rybody tryin' to survive
Maintain yo strip, cocaine this shit
We ain't leavin' till, we drain this shit

Playin' this shit, street life but most of y'all hate Bleek right?
I'm supposed to keep heat right?
So you can haul the heat right, who really give a fuck though
I grew up amongst cut-throats, nigga we all want dough
It's a all out thing, drugz produce cream
Gunz produce human beingz
Nigga what you think? I got one, stop one, naw
Drop one, can't stop one, I'm here till the copz come

If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

By my area code, you know I'm able to roll
I'm a Brook-Nam nigga, we lock and load
Dodge y'all, my hungry niggaz spot y'all
Ready to bury niggaz wit 50 shots y'all
(You hot God)
Stop y'all, from poppin' y'all lil' nickels to Moroccan zones
I'm makin' somebody cripple
The strip's the issue and my dogz will sic you
While yo body bag flow, the body bag's full

I twist Kelly over backboard, ready to puish the Caddy on the curb
And smack dudes, I'm wit O.G. cars, flip Oz's huh?
Don't sleep huh, I'm tryin' to eat huh
Real to the heart, you real?
We can start a lil' somethin' togetha, start frontin' togetha
Get this money right, muthafuck, hater niggaz
Shots to them traitor niggaz and fake niggaz
Yo, muthafuckaz

If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

Yo dead or alive, I'm forced to put the metal to guyz
Raise my right under oath, I ain't tellin' no lies
I'm wanted alive, last nigga try to survive
Blast niggaz, you can ask niggaz how to get by
Stay rollin' alive, brand chocolates huh
Gunz so big, by time you see the spark, you die
Niggaz ordered a spy, won't stop till we all in the sky
Or get caught bustin' down the pie

Crack a bottle for niggaz who ain't here or doin' time
In the box, gettin' stops, burnt blocks for dimes
All my niggaz sittin', tented wit 9mm's
Been doin' or still in it wit crimes, fuck the innocent kind
I ain't repentin' till I die, gettin' head is my aliby
I wasn't there when niggaz blazed and that coward died
I'll make a stiff make you niggaz raise up, blaze up
Yo last days is up

If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some

If you got money, everybody wants some
If you got a dope flow, everybody wants some
Yo drug game is tight, everybody wants some
When a nigga get right, everybody wants some
Muthafuckaz

Faggot ass niggaz always want some when
A nigga get some, get yo own you bastardz
My clique gon forever shine for nine-nine
Past three like the year, want it?
Get it nigga

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All She Wants To Do Is Dance - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: All She Wants To Do Is Dance
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): Danny Kortchmar

Lyric:
They're pickin' up the prisoners and puttin' 'em in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Rebels been rebels since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance

Molotov cocktail the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They mix 'em up right in the kitchen sink
And all she wants to do is dance

Crazy people walkin' 'round with blood in their eyes
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Wild-eyed pistol wavers who ain't afraid to die
And all she wants to do is, all she wants to do is dance
And make romance

She can't feel the heat comin' off the street
She wants to party, she wants to get down
All she wants to do is, all she wants to do is dance

Well the government bugged the men's room
In the local disco lounge
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
To keep the boys from sellin'
All the weapons they could scrounge
And all she wants to do is dance

But that don't keep the boys from makin' a buck or two
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They still can sell the army all the drugs that they can do
And all she wants to do is, all she wants to do is dance
And make romance

Well, we barely made the airport for the last plane out
As we taxied down the runway I could hear the people shout
They said, "Don't come back here Yankee!"
But if I ever do I'll bring more money
'Cause all she wants to do is dance
And make romance

Never mind the heat comin' off the street
She wants to party, she wants to get down
All she wants to do is, all she wants to do is dance
And make romance, all she wants to do is dance

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Anything And Everything - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Anything And Everything
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Danny Nixon, Montell Jordan, Anthony Crawford, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Another, another, another, another
Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Ah, anything I want boy
Ah, anything I need boy
Ah, anything I want boy

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

They say that money can't buy me love
But they don't know this Tenderoni
That I speaking of
She's so fly from her head to her toes
And I suppose
That's why I'm tricking off my dough

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Anything I want boy
Ooh, that's what she said to me
She's a material girl
But that don't bother me
Check books, credit cards, American Express
Financially I'm twisted and addicted, I confess

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Yo, yo
Hey yo, son I ain't trickin' off, bitch better trick me
Serving grade AD to A and TNC
Something like AK Nell
Better fuck me for free
'Cause when trickin'
I do stickin' like IV's
I told Montell spend your money like your
If she yells Cristal
Give her double duces
If she wants a mink
Get her ass a goose
She was shady before ya
Dropped This is How We Do It
Now my MO
Hydro with a bimbo
Da' CoCo got her Cabana's
Out da' window
I get deep like I stuck my feet in slow
You jump out of bed
Boggling, screaming timbo
When a broad want ice
Give her ass a ice pick
And then dismiss like Vibe did Chris
(But diamonds are a girl's best friend)
Yeah, yeah mine too
That's why the 44 cocked right behind you

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

I'll get your hair, nails, and toes done
I'll trick off all my dough
To let you know that you're the one
You'll like the car you drive
The clothes I buy
'Cause you're so fly
Tell me baby, Can Montell provide?

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

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Money - Lyrics - Gamma Ray

Title: Money
Artist: Gamma Ray
Composer(s): Kai Hansen

Lyric:
I don't need no money I will stick to my ideals
You better get some money you better get yourself a deal
I won't change my habits and throw it all away
No no you better keep it all together for another day

Money

It only makes me sick and makes the people turn to fools
It only gives you power and power makes the rules
Don't wanna be an asshole that sits on dollar bills
Ha ha ha I know you'll take it no matter how you feel

Money

Nothin' you'll get for free illusion or reality
The mirror of your dreams is made of cash
It drives me wild and drives me crazy
Makes me fat and makes me lazy

Anythin' you want anythin' you need
Anythin' you want anythin' you need
If I had a little money I would feel okay

It is money that rules the world
It is money that lights the day
It is money that makes it work
It is money that makes you live
Hey

Money money money money
(Give me money give me money)
Money money money money
(Give me money give me money)
Money money money money
(Everybody wants some.)
Money money money money
(Everybody needs some)
Money money money money
(I want more you want more)
Money money money money
(We want more they want more)
Money money money money
(I want more you want more)
Money money money money
(We want more they want more)

Nothin' you'll get for free, illusion or reality
Anythin' you want anythin' you need
Anythin' you want anythin' you need
If I had a little money I would feel okay

It is money that rules the world
It is money that lights the day
It is money that makes it work
It is money that makes you live
Hey

Money
Money
Money
Money

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Pimpa'S Paradise - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: Pimpa'S Paradise
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Damian Robert Nes Marley, Bob Marley

Lyric:
And yes, y'all, you now rockin' with the best
Black Thought from the legendary Roots crew in the flesh
I slid up in here with the brothers from the Marley family
Crestin, we 'gon set for y'all

Hey, she loves to party, have a good time
She looks so hearty, feeling fine
She loves to smoke, sometimes [Incomprehensible] coke
She's laughing when there ain't no joke, hey

Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was now
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was, now, yeah
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was

'Cause coke was a thing that once she first tried
Was once a blue moon to once a blue sky
And now she's wonderin' who else wants to go by
She don't got no money and wants to get high

Story sounds familiar like born to be wild
But she sillier, not quite the same but she similar
A waste of a saucy perilier
Used to look good in the videos, now she look hideous

Now it's broken crack pipes with lipstick traces
Work the cold nights red district places
She seen more hotels then my tour suitcases
Or male customers than Old Navy

She love limelight more than John Swayze
Seen more miles than I rent an AV
She don't slow down then some day maybe
She lost then she can't find her way to safety

Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was now, yeah
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was, now, yeah
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was

Check it out, she keep her head up in space like a satellite
Because she got a insatiable appetite
For stayin' out late night with all the parasites
Plottin' on the way to cop a little piece of paradise

Her dignity, the only thing that she could sacrifice
Just get the monkey off her back and she be back in like
Five minutes, she stay on the move
She looked smoked up and stoned at the buildin' refused

All coked up, alone she ain't even in tuned
And it's sad, 'cause she ain't really have a reason to use
She was a pretty girl, cleaner than the board of health
Studied than enjoyed herself
I don't know what drove her to avoid herself

Destroyed herself and took a taste of the yay
And now she on the track workin' while she wastin' away
It's safe to say, she lookin' for some place to stay
Whoever got a lil' paper to play could get a slice of this

Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was now, yeah
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was, now, yeah
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was

For no reason a seasoned spliff was the first thing
One spring season while she's out flirtin'
Now she season me and don't need rehearsin'
And seen get a beaten life is uncertained

Ego need feedin' now no one's mercy
Beneath the demons she's a one person
When she's not fiendin', swearin' and cursin'
Behind the curtain she's really hurtin'

And while her people don't even trust her at home
The dealer that bring and cook the rocks down
And she without sinnin' will spot the first stone
The feelin' kicks in, she's in the dark zone

Old friends walk pass goin' 'bout there own
As if she is someone that they don't know
Then the King of kings lift her off the flo'
Sayin' life is a thing when you learn you grow

Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was now, yeah
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was, now, yeah
Pimpa's paradise, that's all she was

She rise and she fall like a star
Her life rides off like a car
Her face full of all kind of scar
Always with fist start a war

She can't keep herself up to par
She plays like a broken guitar
She always want take it too far
Although she ain't go make it too far

She rise and fall like a star
Her life rides off like a car
Her face full of all kind of scar
Always with fist start a war

She can't keep herself up to par
She plays like a broken guitar
She always want take it too far
Mi wonder if she make it so far

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I Think I Love You - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: I Think I Love You
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Nicholas W. Sherwood, Hakeem T. Seriki

Lyric:
Mo' money mo', mo' money mo'
(You bring me trou, you bring me trou)
Yeah, mo' money mo'
(You bring me trou, you bring me trouble)
(You bring me trouble but I'm still in love)

Yeah, having money is like a relationship know I'm saying
Ery'body, always gon' get in your bidness
(I'm still in love, I'm still in love)
Try to break it up, try to get involved in it
(I think that I'm still in love)
But they really, need to mind they own business

Money don't do nothing, but bring you trouble
(In love, I'm still in love)
But for some reason I keep chasing you, I must be in love
(I think that I'm still in love)

You so bad that we getting mad, somebody that they wish they had
You're a dime and you know you mine, flipping with you right in my slab
Relationship ain't the same, as the others back in the past
See I tried to have someone like you but didn't add up to half

Cruising it with my queen, the jewels, the wrist and the bling
We moving and hit the scene, the movie, the flick a dream
Painting the city green, like green is the coolest thing
You're oozing up in the jeans, we doing it as a team

I hopped in a different slab, that ain't got the easy take
But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass
Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast
When I'm driving I almost crash, when I stare at your sexy ass

The longer we stay together, your appearance is looking better
Not better off with the fellas, you gonna be mine forever
They always loving the yella's, that's why I nicknamed you Cheddar
But they'd better not touch ya or better see my beretta

You'll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take you
Never turning on me, even though they all try to make you
As long as you by my side, there's nothing I couldn't pay for
We'll make up and never break up, I stay in love with you paper

Money can't, money can't buy me love
But she's acting like she love me 'cause I'm riding on dubs
Money can't, money can't buy me trust
But my money is attracted to the backstabbers

Money bring, money bring plenty haters
It be looking so good that I'ma prolly fall in love
Money you bring me trouble
But I still think I love you

She's as black as a African but they call her American
Very thin, yeah she be messing around with married men
When he comes home, she's never asking him where he been
'Cause ninety-nine percent of the time, she was right there with him

Chances of him losing her in this life are very slim
Think money doesn't grow on trees, you ain't checking every limb
She gon' be around for a while, she wants to marry him
She gon' still survive when he dies, she'll have to bury him

When you know you're with a dime, they'll treat you like you're special
Broad that is sleep and you're sick because your's left you
Bring her to the church and the pastor says God bless you
Bring her round your boys but be careful they gon' get you

The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe
And you prolly leave it in the safe like it's safe in the realest place
I hope you gon' stay awake 'cause they gonna enter and break
And the safe is the first thing that them haters gon' try to take

Money can't, money can't, buy me love
But she's acting like she love me 'cause I'm riding on dubs
Money can't, money can't buy me trust
But my money is attracted to the backstabbers

Money bring, money bring plenty haters
It be looking so good that I'ma prolly fall in love
Money you bring me trouble
But I still think I love you

He introduced her to his mother, his mother said that she love her
And after that he discovered, his brother done tried to cut her
They messing with one another, saw her under the covers
And now he gotta show his brother, the meaning of keep it gutter

And all I know is I love her, I mean he loves her
Tried to control his temper as he leaned in and hugged her
Just enough to get close to her, he screamed as he shoved her
Out of the exit heard his brother scream, "You's a buster"

Don't touch her, what you better slow your roll quick
Now matter fact back up, right now before I click, click
What's this, told you to stop playing with me boy
Hurry up girl let's go, you bring me trouble

She's falling to the floor, he picked her up and he's grabbing her
Yelling out like he's mad at her, sounding like he's an animal
Pulling and grabbing her, now he already damaged her
He throws her in the trunk and the talks to her like a passenger

And that's when uh, you hearing the tires peel
He's speeding out of the driveway, approaching the highest hill
Every time that you called me I came like I served you
Even the boss I used to work for had the nerve to

Tell me I wasn't good enough and didn't deserve you
Told me I wasn't good enough and didn't deserve you
I fought to keep you in my life and this the thanks I get
Well thanks for all the good memories, I think I'm sick
(You bring me trouble but I'm still in love)

Today we bring you breaking news
Looks like there's a major car accident
Authorities are in persuit of an unnamed individual
Who crashed his car into the front entrance
Of a gas station on the northwest side of town

Although there is not much information
Known about the suspect
We are told, that the assailant tried to get away on foot
And the police are in close pursuit

The reason for the crash, may have been
A loaded nine millimeter handgun
That may have accidentally been fired
We'll give you more details as the story
Unfold later today on the evening news

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Minute Man - Lyrics - Harlem World

Title: Minute Man
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): Skip Scarborough, Stason Betha, Andre Hudson, Bill Withers, Mason Betha, Kanye West, Chauncey Hawkins, A Melville

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, yo
Harlem World gon' make me rich
Harlem World gon' take your bitch
Harlem World is the place to be
This M-A-Dollar Sign-E

Yo, hold up keep it steady
Y'all chicks ain't really ready
Y'all sweating Stase already
And I ain't pushing a Chevy
I ain't even lyin', I ain't even sign
People want my back
Yo, what's up with that?
See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped
Tell me do you like what you see
Is it tight as could be?
No, Mase ain't writing for me
And I have no desire to be
Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me
Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me
You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me
And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me
You could drop me off the same place you found me
'Cause it won't be long before you have to crown me
If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin?

I hate the ones that don't suck no
I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
Wanna be a o, Be a o on the low

I hate the ones that don't suck no oh
I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
Wanna be a oh! Be a oh, on the low

Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight
Even though we fight, because the dough be like
When the dough be right
You know we havin a ball
Sippin on cristall and all
Chicks smile and all
Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil
Ice on the wrist dial and all
But nevertheless, boo there was never a test
That stopped me from loving you best
I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs
Definitely your lips and eyes
Them chicks can slide
They tryin' to be all in the mix
Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip
But boo, there's only room for 2
Until I get the coupe for you
You know how I do
And then you could scoop your crew
And do what you wants to do

I hate the ones that don't suck no
I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
Wanna be a o, Be a o on the low

Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller
Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older
That I be holy
Kicks to camp floatin' with Naught'
A boat and a yacht
Was all that I was hopin to rock
As a young kid stacked and eventually learned
That money was made for that
Never meant to be burned
Why lets all get this
Using that 'I murder you face'
I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight
But thought to that they gon' taste this
Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick
When I die they'll be a headstone big as a dick
And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up
For the fact, played it back
And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors
And peranhas a week
Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep
Lookin' out for B 4's every diamond creek

But you slow money, 'cause it's better than no money
I only crap out when I play with your money
You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money
I only hang wit Mase 'cause he keeps them hoes for me
Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy
Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me
And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides
Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what

I hate the ones that don't suck no
I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
Wanna be a o, Be a o on the low

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All Night Long - Lyrics - The Evolution of Robin Thicke - Robin Thicke

Title: All Night Long
Album: The Evolution of Robin Thicke
Artist: Robin Thicke
Composer(s): Robert Louis Daniels, James Gass, Dwayne Carter, Robin A Thicke

Lyric:
All night long I wait

Yeah, hey mama, kick him at the bed, I'm comin' over
Got somethin' to show ya, behold your eyes
I's wanna hold ya, just hold ya tight
Like a four leaf cover, I be goin' through

Your flowers, baby, your garden's open
A sight for sore eyes, good Lord, I'm focused
I can hardly notice anythin' other than
The woman with the face of my future baby mother

I'm a big man, she's a big girl
Put on them heels and put on that skirt
She wants to get naughty, we can get bad
She's a good girl with the good girl dance

I'm ice cream, she's a hot swirl
We can get married and live in our world
Let's play rough, we can get wild
I could go home but I'll stay, cheat but I won't

So I go by Weezy, love me or leave me
I hate to leave her, I think I need her
She's such a teaser, such a deeper
Yeah, we park it right here, baby, fuckin' need her

Do it to me, baby, I could be your receiver
Call me in the last minute and I can be your reliever
Call me at the last minute, I'll be there even
Late night, early mornin' or maybe this evenin'

She ain't no stunt, she ain't no filly
I wanna get mad but then not really
She's so fly, I could get mine
But I do it much better with her by my side

Love is alright, we gon' get blitzed tonight
All my girls wanna make that money
All my thugs wanna take that money
All night long, I'm a milk that honey so

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait to tear you to pieces
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long

All night long I wait to see you, babe
And watch the sun rise in your face
All night long I wait for you to play
And let my open arms take you away

She say she wanna be the one I get next to
Yes, boo, let's do that, who that?
You that one I want to be the one I get next to
Let's move, get you to the crib

Now, I see you musta one I wanna give sex to
Sex you, sexy you, you sexy devil, you
And you lookin' like you single
Thank you, have yourself a drink, I drink too

Saw you when I came through
Now I can't do nothin' if it ain't you
It's Wayne, boo, I don't do what them lames do
I come at you from a whole other angle

Now one time for the ladies in the high skirts
Two time for the ladies in the tight jeans
Three time for the ladies who ain't
Got no panties on, let's go home

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait to tear you to pieces
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait to tear you to pieces
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long

All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait, all night long
All night long I wait for your lovin', babe
All night long I wait

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Z - It Ain'T Personal - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - It Ain'T Personal
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): R Kelly, G Washington, O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, Shawn Carter, S Barnes, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Jc Olivier, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Man, they go and tell me like
You never know who your true friends until you ah umm
Both got a little bit of money
I mean cause y'all both broke
Then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke
And if you got money and he ain't got no paper
He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you
When y'all both get some paper, you'll see

We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal

Look, I'm a grown man dog
And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all
I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"
Well, nigga you've been wrong before
And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like identical twins
But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin
You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one

We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal

I wish, I wish - that success, we could all
Get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga
Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to some clubs
In the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga
And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold
Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors
But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch
Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row
When you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow

We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal

A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)
We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
NopeHov's still here like Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game
How he jeapordized the whole game
Now when we see each other it's so strange
I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I don't know whether to cap him or dap him
I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know
Locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)
But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules

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Money - Lyrics - Lou Bega

Title: Money
Artist: Lou Bega
Composer(s): Zippy Davids, Achim Kleist, Wolfgang Webenau Von, D Fact, Frank Lio, Chris Pletschacher, Lou Bega, David Lubega

Lyric:
Every morning I wake up by your side
Ohh my feeling is so strong I cannot hide
I want to hold you every second that I live
And when you ain't next to me I get possessive
You make me happy and you buy me things
Cars and chicks and diamond rings
All the stuff that is blinkin'

Money, ohh money
Be my baby
Drive me crazy
Money, ohh money
Wanna hold you
Just like I told you

Some people say that money isn't everything
I tell them no, look, you also need that diamond ring
And a ton of gold and a lot of shares
Your honey she wants a private jet
Man who cares
You satisfy me and you turn me on
And that is why I sing this song
My dream is to own a money money factory
So pay me

Money, ohh money
Be my baby
Drive me crazy
Money, ohh money
Wanna hold you
Just like I told you

Money, money, money
Oh gimme gimme more
Gimme more money
Where's my money?
Haa haa alright
You know I spend you
Money, money, money
Gimme more money
And now I spend you for free
Gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme more baby

Money, ohh money
Be my baby
Drive me crazy
Money, ohh money
Wanna hold you
Just like I told you

Money, ohh money
Be my baby
Drive me crazy
Money, oh money
Wanna hold you
Just like I told you

Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money
I told you, I told you, I told you
I'm gonna, gonna gonna hold you
For the rest of my life
Hey you shouldn't go away
'Cause you are so beautiful
I told you I was gonna hold you
And now I do love you

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Everything She Wants - Lyrics - Twenty Five - George Michael

Title: Everything She Wants
Album: Twenty Five
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): George Michael

Lyric:
Oh yeah
Work

Somebody told me
"Boy, everything she wants is everything she sees"
I guess I must have loved you
'Cause I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby

But now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reach, not good enough
I don't know what the hell you want from me but boy

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Some people work for a living
Some people work for fun, girl, I just work for you
They told me marriage was a give and take
Well, show me you can take you've got some giving to do

And now you tell me that you're having my baby
I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enough
Than how can it be good enough for two?
I can't work any harder than I do

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Why do I do the things I do? I'd tell you if I knew
My God, I don't even think that I love you

Won't you tell me?
Give you money
All to give you money

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I do the things that I do?
Give you money
All to give you money

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Everything She Wants (Remix Taken From Final) - Lyrics - George Michael

Title: Everything She Wants (Remix Taken From Final)
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): George Michael

Lyric:
Oh yeah
Work

Somebody told me
"Boy, everything she wants is everything she sees"
I guess I must have loved you
'Cause I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby

But now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reach, not good enough
I don't know what the hell you want from me but boy

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Some people work for a living
Some people work for fun, girl, I just work for you
They told me marriage was a give and take
Well, show me you can take you've got some giving to do

And now you tell me that you're having my baby
I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enough
Than how can it be good enough for two?
I can't work any harder than I do

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Why do I do the things I do? I'd tell you if I knew
My God, I don't even think that I love you

Won't you tell me?
Give you money
All to give you money

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I work so hard for you?
Give you money
All to give you money

Somebody tell me, won't you tell me?
Why I do the things that I do?
Give you money
All to give you money

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Safe + Sound - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Safe + Sound
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): Shuggie Otis, George R. Archie, David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Static, Quik, you're not a gangster, we're not static

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But, niggaz, like me believe in making ends
'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Now I'm 'bout to take it back to '84, when I was fourteen
Kickin' back in the trees, West Side, if you please
And, four-thirty-six, West Spruce was the spot
With me, Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug and Rock

Donzelly, if ya with me, than let that shit, kick
If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them sticks
'Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie
Screaming, HORALE, ESE, with them laces on a caddy

And you couldn't deny a hit from that Buddah, Tye
Going round and round the driveway, now it's coming my way
And I'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage

Peep, now back then I was in the eighth grade, steady
But niggaz, my age was getting paid, already
Yeah, like that nigga, Zam or even young, Blue
They made they first million by the age of, twenty-two

Like, Dan from Cedar block, him and little Motor
James from Piru Street, with them boulders
Rest in peace, little Noopy, he didn't have to brag
Rollin' to the tenth grade in a Fint, '0' rag

Well, goddamn, how can I be down?
I ask my sister, Jack for some help and she told me, look around
Nigga, they don't sell dope, it sells itself
While they kick back and just collect the wealth

And now I'm thinking, ain't nothing fly, about these dirty ass, khakis
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
This could be a way to flip that little, funky, twenty dollars, that I earned
Right then, is when I learned that

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars
'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me, believe in making ends
'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Peep, I gets a dub on the first and fifteenth, for a fact
So, instead of spending it up, I gave my money to Jack
Now she jump in the Regal and said, "I'll be right back"
When she came in, she put me down with a plastic sack

I turned my forty into eighty and that was my profit
I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my pocket
Sister, Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda
Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders

Checking a fat grip, slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly, dippin' sticks, went and bought 'em a six
And five-hundred, block, peach, running thangs, ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key

I'm telling you, I done, seen it all
From, niggaz, hitting the Sherman and the pass out on the wall
From cluckers, wanting a hit so bad, they let there panties fall
Teeth rotten, hair gone and whole checks, get blown

But then, I'm still breaking these pebbles like Bam Bam
Saved them, splitting rocks, to the 'em, tic-toc
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
While my rocks is disappearing like the great Houdini

I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment
And getting somthing new with each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
And how these jealous niggaz acting, only makes it evident that

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars
'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me, believe in making ends
'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Check, now in 1981, moved away to L.A.
My niggaz, playa, Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock, bitches, starting to jock
'Cause my hair is getting longer and games, getting stronger

To pull my own weight, I went and got me a job
But by then, Ham and Gina really started to squab
About weather, I should go or stay
She told him either he goes or you go, we both was on our way

So, he moved and took me with him on, two-thousand-one, Browning
Clowning with playas, all around me, just astounding
My nigga, pimpin, Carl got staring with that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in that, rag seven with Darren

Shaby, blue feathered, as he swerved
In the 'E l Co-P, 6, park away from the curve
Big jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike
That nigga Top Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed

And hoes, just come and go in and out
Revolving door, leaving with some, nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin' so you fools can't trip
'Cause even though, I love God, I also love my grip

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars
'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me, believe in making ends
'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Ooh, yeah, safe and sound, yeah
Safe and sound, baby, ooh, yeah
Safe and sound yeah, safe and sound

Gotta let you know, gotta let you know
Gotta let you know, Compton's in the house

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The Shaggy Show - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Shaggy Show
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
From southwest Detroit
Deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository
It's Shaggy time
Hey, how ya' doin' down there? On top, I see ya, alright

Waddup ya'll? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin' know
This is my sidekick, Fat Pat
He goes hahaha an' all of that, that's' right

Anyway, on my way here, I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like a 105
They worry about drunks an' late night truckers
Old ass bitches tryin' to kill mothafuckers

This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes a right into my side door
This comedy shit's gettin' old
The game is to be sold, not to be told

You can feel the excitement right?
Snoop Dogg is with us tonight
Haha, thats what I'm sayin'
On the Shaggy Show, shit we ain't playin'

An' that ain't it, also on the show
Another mothafucker that well, some of ya' know
You see him with me a lot, he's like a brother
Violent J's in this mothafucker

I like that kid, Violent J
"Hey Mike", "What's up?", "How ya' doin' today?
"Just great, Shaggs", well that's great
Now let's give a hand, to Mike E. Clark
An' that Gangsta Funk Band

We'll be right back with Violent J

Do your homies have money? Are you broke? Yeah
Do bitches look at you like some kind of joke? Straight up
There's nothin' you can do except get your P.H.D.
Playa Haters 'Degree? That's right, aww, hell, yeah

Player Haters' Academy located on Welfarm in Detroit
Offers the finest in Playerhation tactics
Yeah, that's right, such as 'The Bitch Hater'
Hey man, fuck that fine ass bitch or 'The Look Shooker'

Yo, bitch, I might be ugly, at least I ain't got no money
Or 'The Never Ending Shooting Star'
Just 'cuz he got a car, he wanna be drivin' that bitch
Get your P.H.D and join a nation of Playerhation, word up

Okay, my first guest, he's nutty as hell
He just served a half a year in the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey, Violent J's in this bitch ass piece

Waddup y'all? What's happenin'?
It's been 6 months an' my dick ain't havin' it
If I don't hurry up an' get me some ass
I might bust this nut on your TV glass

Anyway I'm workin' on my brand new shit
A brand new group with my homies, Twiztid
It's called Dark Lotus, should I play some for ya'll?
Yeah, hell, nah

Now I've been hearin' a little of this an' that
About you havin' some kind of a panic attack
Tell us, um, is it true?
An' when you have one, what the fuck do you do?

Well I'll be sittin' there, enjoyin' a coffee
An' then all of a sudden I'm like, "Get off me"
Then I start chokin' out pedestrians
Until they give me my shot of Calafalestrien

But that's all over now, it's all that
I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac
Just don't test me or pull strings, forget it
I might grab your neck an' do bad things with it

Well on that note, thank you J, for real
What's up with poppin' one of them Selopian pills?
Take your ass back stage now an' relax
Snoop Dogg is comin' up next

Stay right here, we'll be right back

I like my chili hot, as a matter of fact
I like my chili so goddamn hot,
That you can cook a hog's ass in a spoonful

When a workin' man such as myself wants a little hot fixin'
I reach for that bottle of mamma's goddamn hot chili
Smooth tender chunks with chili beans
Filled with mamma's hot bastard bacon bits

And drizzled with just the right amount of thick savory sauce
Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions
Mmm mmm that's hot, goddamn hot
Ask for it by name

Thanks fellas, alright, yo, we're back
My next guest pioneered the sound of rap
He's come a long way from the L.B.C.
Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G.

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the insane
Clowns, get down, nigga, I represent the town
Hey, yo, Violent J let's go half on this pound

I stay gangsta lay fine, I drop the bomb
They call me Snoop Dogg an' I can raise your arm
So any dipsy that disagree with me
Step up an' watch your mothafuckin' ass meet defeat

Snoop, now, you got platinum on your wall
Where all the fools starin' scratch their balls
They wanna be like you, they wanna try ta steal your flow
Now, yo, why is that so?

It's like everywhere I look an' everywhere I go
Some bitch ass nigga tryin' to steal my flow
But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh, should I mention
I'm all about the money an' riddin' in cars with suspension

Bouncin', makin' up corners, smokin' dope
Smokin' that weed, hangin' out with my lopes an' folks
Don't give a fuck about nothin' at all
That's why I'm known to the world
As big mothafuckin' Snoop Dogg, nigga

Snoop Dogg, everybody
Now we gotta bring a close to the party
Thanks, Violent J, my lope
An' thank you, Snoop, for that bag of smoke

Join us next time for the show
We'll have that one bitch from 'Letters To Cleo'
That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Hey, yo, Gangsta Funk, show 'em how ya' got rich

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From The Window Of My Room - Lyrics - Cypress Hill IV - Cypress Hill

Title: From The Window Of My Room
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Now lately, I've been findin' myself, pourin' my guts out
Expressin' my thoughts, lettin' my nuts out in the walls
Of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of Hip-Hop
Individuals lookin' to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn fuckin' with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Of livin' it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin' across
The land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
Out the body, nobody wants you dreamin' about shorty
No longer don't need a forty to take away any pain
So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
Or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin' the madness
Sadness to those appealin' to any conflict
Lookin' out my window pane, I see you fallin'
What are you, a man or a mouse? The house light
Shinin' within, when you begin to live again

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

From my window I can see
Humanity, goin' insane G
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the pride, you missed it
I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin'
Find me in watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin' in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

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