When Are You Coming Back? - Lyrics - Affection - Lisa Stansfield

Title: When Are You Coming Back?
Album: Affection
Artist: Lisa Stansfield
Composer(s): Ian Owen Devaney, Andy Morris, Lisa Jane Stansfield

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Lyric:
Tell me when you're coming back
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?

You were in my arms yesterday
And now you're gone
I still feel your lips on mine
Still feel your touch

Safe inside your arms is where I want to be
I can't stand this space
Boy, I'm gettin' lonely
And out of place

Don't stray for too long
Go back to my arms
Don't stray for too long
Go back to my arms

When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?

I sit here and wait patiently for the telephone
Funny how I miss you
And I miss you so
When you're not at home

Don't stray for too long
Go back to my arms
Don't stray for too long
Go back to my arms

When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?

When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?

Tell me when you're comin' back
When are you comin' home?
When are you gonna pick up the telephone?

Don't stray for too long
Go back to my arms
Don't stray for too long
Go back to my arms

When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?

When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?

When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?
When are you comin' back, when are you comin' back?

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Back In The Day - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Back In The Day
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan K Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat

Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues
That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows

Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cuz they bell wearin' gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin' Bk's

And, all the girls had they Turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
Wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
And be a grownup

But let me finish this reminescin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin' pickles, with tootsie pops

And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cuz when J.J. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses

Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin'
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made

But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So Ahmad and the Jones is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but sometimes I still sit and reminence
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

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Back In The Day (Remix) - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Back In The Day (Remix)
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan K Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat

Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues
That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows

Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cuz they bell wearin' gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin' Bk's

And, all the girls had they Turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
Wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
And be a grownup

But let me finish this reminescin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin' pickles, with tootsie pops

And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cuz when J.J. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses

Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin'
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made

But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So Ahmad and the Jones is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but sometimes I still sit and reminence
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

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He'Ll Be Back - Lyrics - REBIRTH - Jennifer Lopez

Title: He'Ll Be Back
Album: REBIRTH
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Nathaniel Hills, Candice Nelson, Walter Worth Millsap

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Lyric:
I know better than anybody how it feels
To want somebody so bad after you break up
Still looking for that phone call
Still even when they don't

Still ain't ready to walk away and call it all over
Act like you wasn't listening when they told ya
They don't wanna be with you anymore
Stuck in your ways, you choose to ignore

'Cause in your mind, you're still together
Thought it would last but there's no forever
Walked out on you with no call, no letter
When he realize it don't get no better

He'll be back to make up for the lonely days
He'll be back when things ain't working out his way
He'll be back when he sees that it's not the same
He'll be back, he'll be back

He'll be back, he knows he's gonna need his lady
He'll be back when his boys say he must be crazy
He'll be back, he'll know he made a big mistake
He'll be back, he'll be back, he'll be back

You don't want to believe it but you see it happening
Wakes you up out of your sleep, out of the dreams you're having
Still looking for his return
Still hoping that he's gonna learn

Wake up and realize the truth, make some time for you
What's he trying to do to you?
Miss him more as days go by
Try your hardest not to cry and keep hope alive

'Cause in your mind, you're still together
Thought it would last but there's no forever
Walked out on you with no call, no letter
When he realize it don't get no better

He'll be back to make up for the lonely days
He'll be back when things ain't working out his way
He'll be back when he sees that it's not the same
He'll be back, he'll be back

He'll be back, he knows he's gonna need his lady
He'll be back when his boys say he must be crazy
He'll be back he'll know he made a big mistake
He'll be back, he'll be back, he'll be back

Thinking of every move wanting him and haunting you
Thinking of every move wanting him and haunting you
Thinking of every move wanting him and haunting you
Thinking of every move wanting him and haunting you

He'll be back to make up for the lonely days
He'll be back when things ain't working out his way
He'll be back when he sees that it's not the same
He'll be back, he'll be back

He'll be back, he knows he's gonna need his lady
He'll be back when his boys say he must be crazy
He'll be back, he'll know he made a big mistake
He'll be back, he'll be back, he'll be back

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Comeback - Lyrics - Marion

Title: Comeback
Artist: Marion
Composer(s): Phillip Cunningham, Anthony Paul Grantham, Jamie Brian Harding

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Lyric:
Stop so what have you done?
Stuck at the same point
All you do is sulk

Stop, what is it you see?
It's probably nothing
In common with me

I'm not, not being fair
To pull up and bring down
On every trend

But you've not, you've not been there
All the time I've called out
I've looked everywhere

When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back for more
If you're coming back
When you're coming back, wake me up

When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back
'Cos I can't remember you here

Start, do it and more
You've folded enough times
You're here to walk off

Start, move, your luck's in
I can here it, I'm seeing one thing

I'm not and I've not been fair
To grind down and find out
All that you were

But you've not, you've not been there
All the times I've called out
I'm looking elsewhere

If you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back for more
When you're coming back
If you're coming back, wake me up

When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back
'Cos I can't remember you here

Well, I tried to get inside her
As she gazed up at the sun
Said she knows of an alternative way

With our miles stretched out behind her
Now she's looking at me
Then she blew all my ideas away

She said, "Stop, you're thinking too much
And not doing enough, your head is too full
Your making me uneasy
'Cos I have to think stirring it up"

When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back for more
When you're coming back
If you're coming back, wake me up

When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back
When you're coming back
'Cos I can't remember you here

Were you ever here?
Were you ever here?
Were you ever here at all?
Were you ever here?
Were you ever here? Maybe never

Were you ever here?
Were you ever here?
Were you ever here?
Were you ever here, here?

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Thinkin Back - Lyrics - Color Me Badd

Title: Thinkin Back
Artist: Color Me Badd
Composer(s): Troy Taylor, Kevin Kraig Thornton, El Din Lee Hamza, Samuel J Watters, Bryan Abrams, Mark Elra Calderon

Lyric:
Ohh baby, oh baby, yeah
We goin' take you back a little further

Thinkin' back on you and me, remembering how it use to be
Those times are precious, I cherish every moment we spent, yeah!
Thinkin' back on all the arguments, thinkin' back way back when
We kissed and made up and all was fair in love

So now we gotta go back baby
(Maybe we can turn the hands of time)
Going back to when
(Going back to when, when you were mine)
When we were one
(Remembering the times when we were one, one in love)
Love was fun
(Ohh baby, dig it)

Remembering the first time you showed me your love
The feeling was so strong Heaven sent from above
But you had no right to play with my heart
You showed no shame

Time after time and place after place, nght after night and day after day
I'm still missing your love and the feelings we share
Sometimes I cry at night 'cause I feel so all alone
I need your love right here with me to keep me safe and warm

(Maybe we can turn the hands of time)
I'm going back to when
(Going back to when, when you were mine)
When we were one, we were one, girl
(Remembering the times when we were one, one in love)

(Maybe we can turn the hands of time)
Ooh baby girl
(Going back to when, when you were mine)
When we were one
(Remembering the times when we were one, one in love)
Baby save me, I'm thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' back

Play Mr. Music Man, play, yeah
Play Mr. Music Man
Play Mr. Music Man, play
Play Mr. Music Man

Play Mr. Music Man, play, yeah
Play Mr. Music Man
Play Mr. Music Man, play
I'm thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' back

(Maybe we can turn the hands of time)
Ooh baby girl
(Going back to when, when you were mine)
When we were one
(Remembering the times when we were one, one in love)
Baby save me, I'm thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' back

(Maybe we can turn the hands of time)
When we were one
(Going back to when, when you were mine)
(Remembering the times when we were one, one in love)
Girl, I'm thinkin', I'm thinkin' back

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Back When - Lyrics - Change - Sugababes

Title: Back When
Album: Change
Artist: Sugababes
Composer(s): Dallas L Austin, Gary White

Lyric:
Do da do da do
Do da do da do
Do da do da do
Do da do da do

You're telling me that I don't look the same as I used to
Could it be that time?s the only blame for our issues
I wanna know, can?t go no longer being neglected
Knowing that your heart has changed

Reminiscing on the times, looking at the photos
Oh, we were so happy then
Taking walks out in the park, enjoying the sun
And I was your only one
And we were like the closest friends

Back when we used to talk about anything
Now it seems you're not listening
When the nights are colder than usual
And summer time is just not the same
What happened to the love back when

Do da do da do
Do da do da do
Do da do da do
Do da do da do

You promised me we'd plant the seeds of love and let it grow
And now it seems that you don't even water it no more
?Cause it seems the leaves have hit the ground and faded
Now the tree don't look the same

Reminiscing on the times, looking at the photos
Oh, we were so happy then
Taking walks out in the park, enjoying the sun
And I was your only one
And we were like the closest friends

Back when we used to talk about anything
Now it seems you're not listening
When the nights are colder than usual
And summer time is just not the same
What happened to the love back when

We used to talk about anything
Now it seems you're not listening
When the nights are colder than usual
And summer time is just not the same
What happened to the love back when

You told me that you love me
And now it seems to me we're two strangers that?s fallen apart
And I know nothing in life is guaranteed
So if you wanna move along then move along

Back when we used to talk about anything
Now it seems you're not listening
When the nights are colder than usual
And summer time is just not the same
What happened to the love back when

We used to talk about anything
Now it seems you're not listening
When the nights are colder than usual
And summer time is just not the same
What happened to the love back when

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Pollution - Lyrics - Three Dollar Bill Y'all - Limp Bizkit

Title: Pollution
Album: Three Dollar Bill Y'all
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst, John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers

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Lyric:
Come on fool what's up
Got that shit
Straight comin' at ya, punk

To criticize is critical when digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like a smog got'cha running from the law
Maybe it's that low end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom of the pile
Style's bound to the sky lines keep 'em on the sidelines
Choking on my fly rhymes you need the heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke you're gonna choke when I'm slinging it to ya

When do you decide
(You decide)
Then you can know in your mind
(You decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand

(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep that grip real tight

Breaker, breaker one nine spitting out that skill
Suicidal punk let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
So if you're crossing over let me know you're real
Got the flex on your neck now you got the feel
I rumble like the thunder now you're going under
I bet you wonder what the fuck is even going down
(Down, down, down)
I listen to 'em stereotype but then complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain

When do you decide
(When do you decide)
Then you can know in your mind
(When do you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand

(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep that grip real tight

That's it, that's it ain't no body hit me like a
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back

Yeah I'm gonna bring that beat back
Gonna bring that beat back
Gonna bring that beat back
Yo yo yo J bring that beat back

When do you decide
(When do you decide)
Then you can know in your mind
(When do you decide)
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand

(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
Gonna bring that beat back

I'm gonna bring that beat back
(Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it)
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Beat back bring that beat back
Beat back bring that beat back
Beat back so shut the fuck
(Back, back, back)

Fred shut up alright this is me telling you to shut up, shut up
(Bring that fuckin' beat back, back you sucker, fucking sucker song)
Fred shut the fuck up
We're done

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Case Of The Ex - Lyrics - Mya

Title: Case Of The Ex
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Traci Hale, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Christopher Stewart

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Lyric:
Yea, Mya
Red zone what what?

It's after midnight and she's on your phone
Sayin' come over 'cuz she's all alone
I could tell it was your ex by your tone
Why is she callin' now after so long?

Now what is that she wants?
Tell me what is that she needs?
Did she hear about the brand new Benz
That you just bought for me?
'Coz y'all didn't have no kids
Didn't share no mutual friends
And you told me that she turned trick
When y'all broke up in ninety six

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

There's no need to reminisce about the past
Obviously 'coz that shit did not last
I know how a woman try to game you
So don't get caught up because baby, you'll lose

Now what is that she wants?
Tell me what is that she needs?
Did she hear about the brand new Benz
That you just bought for me?
'Coz y'all didn't have no kids
Didn't share no mutual friends
And you told me that she turned trick
When y'all broke up in ninety six

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

Tell me why she on the phone
In the middle of the night?
Tell me why she in your life, trynna get what's mine?
She don't know me, she's about to know me
I'm in your life that's how it's gon' be
I've seen her photo, she ain't even all that
So if you want her back, you can take her back
'Cuz game recognize game I could do the same thing
Get it right, change or take back this ring

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

Yea, playboy right now
Yea Mya
Yea Mya
Red zone what what?

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Come Back Home - Lyrics - Carly Simon

Title: Come Back Home
Artist: Carly Simon
Composer(s): Jacob Brackman, Carly Simon, Jason Scheff, Arron Zigman, Guy Thomas

Lyric:
Summer time, kids in the street
We were up on the roof laughing at the heat
That was the last I ever saw of you

Now it's December, cold and dark
No more rainbows over Central Park
In this house no window has a view
No, there's no love here without you

When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it's been too long
When you gonna come back home to me

When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it's been too long
When you gonna come back home to me

Standin' at the door and I turn the key
I'm holding my breath half expecting to see
You lyin' on the bed, smilin' up at me

I'm goin' crazy 'cause I just don't know
Which way, which way your heart's gonna go
I only pray it leads you back to me
Darlin' let your heart lead you back to me

When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it's been too long
When you gonna come back home to me

When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it's been too long
When you gonna come back home to me
To me, to me, to me

Darlin' let your heart lead you back to me

When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it's been too long
When you gonna come back home to me

When you gonna come back home
And see it's been too long
When you gonna come back home to me

Come back home to me, me
Come back home to me, me
Come back home to me, me
...

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Back Back - Lyrics - Lil' O

Title: Back Back
Artist: Lil' O
Composer(s): Magnus Magnus-Lawson, Aswad W Sampson, W Malone

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Lyric:
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Hey, here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude, I might be
But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me

I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
Don't make me pepper spray your face, have you lookin' all spicy

'Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth

But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
And y'all walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely
I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
You hates like a blow job put it in they face
I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights

Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
Then try to box a nigga when you hear, he hit your freak

But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek

Then wanna step to me talkin' but
(Oh, you foul)
All up in my face talking 'bout
(You hit my gal)
I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
Fist full of grain other hand on the glock

'Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
The first one to jump is the first getting shot
Put the beam on his head then I take off his block

You love to rob O like take off you rocks
Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart

You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet
...

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Back When The Old Homeplace Was New - Lyrics - Tom T. Hall

Title: Back When The Old Homeplace Was New
Artist: Tom T. Hall
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall

Lyric:
Well, the children come back to see the old homeplace
They don't see a thing that they like
The old well out back with its cool clear water
Don't fit into their style of life

The old gravel road that leads to the old homeplace
Gets dust on their new shiny cars
Well, they didn't complain about nothing to do
Back when the old homeplace was new

Back when the old homeplace was new
There was plenty to see and to do
But they can't remember and I ain't gonna tell 'em
Back when the old homeplace was new

There's an old swimming hole about a half mile away
An' old tire still swings from a tree
I've got an old jar full of lightening and bugs
And a dogfishin' weren't just today

They can't get on line from my old telephone
And I ain't got no cable TV
Oh, we used to tell stories and some of them true
Back when the old homepclace was new

Back when the old homeplace was new
There was plenty to see and to do
But they can't remember and I ain't gonna tell 'em
Back when the old homeplace was new

Well, the toys they treasured are stashed in the attic
Except for a rusty old bike
There's a big ball of string in a drawer in the kitchen
They used to use flying their kites

There's a battered old can out there by the toolshed
An old can that they used to kick
They sit on the porch and they stare down the driveway
They just can't see living like this

Back when the old homeplace was new
There was plenty to see and to do
But they can't remember and I ain't gonna tell 'em
Back when the old homeplace was new

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Flex - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Flex
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicholas Donald Detnon, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind up on ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind upon ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when I see a pretty girl whining
I can even watch a butters girl grinding
Control the body with great timing
Ain't shy in the dark, there shining

Does somethin? to me when I see her vibes in
Drop it like it?s hot you got my tings rising
So frequent, there's no disguising
What d'you expect? That ain't surprising

These girls get my blood pressure rising
Their wiggling and jiggling, I'm hiding
Checking them back offers so them fighting
So night'cha girls, so exciting

Gotta bit on this, don't wanna get right in
It's better now, widda mandem fighting
Never ever shit, no matter scores rising
S'cuse me, you really gotta say something

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Gyalfriend, how you whine like that
Beautiful, you look so fine like that
Ain't seen her for a long time like that
You should go t'jail for a crime like that

Buss up the floor, you don't cut no slack
Dancehall king, you're not at all laid back
Make up for what the other girls lack
Look so good you got me going off track
I can't even chat

While my heartbeat's going rat ta tat tat
So serious you got me ill like that
Temperature rising y'know I feel like that
Nah fo'real you could kill like that

Widda Double D, with pure skill like that
I can't get enough, so it's real like that
I'd love it if you flex with Dil like that

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Okay, all right
Let's dance all night
All right, okay
Let's dance all day

Okay, all right
Let's dance all night
All right, okay
Let's dance all day

Gosh golly, my oh my
Hoping that you ain't looking at any other guy
Your figure is so pleasing to the eye
Especially when you do the bubble or the butterfly

See a bit of sweat dripping down your thigh
But somehow you still stay high an' dry
Gosh, you make a Rude Boy so shy
Got the whole club saying, my oh my

Please don't stop, please don't stop, give it
If not, show me how I gotta get with it
You're the best, I ain't scared to admit it
I swear I care, I won't dare bet with it

What's the deal, you're looking at me like izzit?
But you won't know less you come pay a visit
Life's to short to be cautious, in it
And don't just stand on the edge, come live it

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

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Put Me Down - Lyrics - Life Goes On - Donell Jones

Title: Put Me Down
Album: Life Goes On
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Edward Ferrell, Balewa Muhammad, Darren Lighty, Jamie Wilson, Kier Gist, Clifton Lighty

Lyric:
If I laced you, would you lace me back?
If I blazed you, would you blaze me back?
Spinning big faces on the things you like
When you gonna put me down?

If I ride for you, I die for you
If I floss then any calls for you
Shorty, all I wanna know from you
Is when you gonna put me down?

First time I saw you, I was breathless
Looking flawless, dipping on a neckless
And I had to add you to my guest list
Let you pass, I had to put it down

We sipped and kicked a little convo
It's time to head back to the condo
And I know what we both came here for
Let me know what you feelin' now

If you wanna open up and show me your love
Stop playing around and putting it down
Stop holding back, you gotta react
When you gonna hold me down?

Your perkin', push the workin'
Always flirtin', got me hurtin'
And you know, I don't deserve this girl
When you gonna hold me down?

If I laced you, would you lace me back?
If I blazed you, would you blaze me back?
Spinning big faces on the things you like
When you gonna put me down?

If I ride for you, I die for you
If I floss then any calls for you
Shorty, all I wanna know from you
Is when you gonna put me down?

Shorty, I'm not tryin' to put a rush on you
Can you leave me with my love on blue
Nobody's here, we better make a move
I wanna get into you

I roll up the floor so when I cut back
Frontin' on my love, now Shorty stop that
What's it gonna be, when are we gonna put it down
I need to know right now

If you wanna open up and show me your love
Stop playing around and putting it down
Stop holding back, you gotta react
When you gonna hold me down?

Your perkin', push the workin'
Always flirtin', got me hurtin'
And you know, I don't deserve this girl
When you gonna hold me down?

If I laced you, would you lace me back?
If I blazed you, would you blaze me back?
Spinning big faces on the things you like
When you gonna put me down?

If I ride for you, I die for you
If I floss then any calls for you
Shorty, all I wanna know from you
Is when you gonna put me down?

On the top floor, in the president suite
With the tinted windows in the back of my jeep
Or your friends house on the living room couch
If you let me hit it, I'm gone, blaze it out

Won't you open up, let me come on in
And I'll never stop, we can do it again
'Cause you take it right where I wanna be
Got me in ecstasy

I wanna know
I gotta know when you gonna let me see it
When you gone, let me hit it
'Cause girl, you know I'm gonna get it

I wanna know
I gotta know when you gonna let me see it
When you gone, let me hit it
'Cause girl, you know I'm gonna get it

If I laced you, would you lace me back?
If I blazed you, would you blaze me back?
Spinning big faces on the things you like
When you gonna put me down?

If I ride for you, I die for you
If I floss then any calls for you
Shorty, all I wanna know from you
Is when you gonna put me down?

If I laced you, would you lace me back?
If I blazed you, would you blaze me back?
Spinning big faces on the things you like
When you gonna put me down?

If I cry for you, I die for you
If I floss then any calls for you
Shorty, all I wanna know from you
Is when you gonna put me down?

I wanna know
I gotta know when you gonna let me see it
When you gone, let me hit it
'Cause girl you know, I'm gonna get it

I gotta know
'Cause your spendin' my doh
I gotta know
Spending my doh

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Reppin' Time - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Reppin' Time
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): J Jackson, Jim Jones, A Harr

Lyric:
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit
20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside
Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes
NYC here we go again

Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing
I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking
And it's God fearing, foreign car steering
60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing

You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom
Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom
We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em
We getting money over here what's your occupation

We on top of things and we got them things
But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?
I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter
RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners

The bright lights and my big city
My ice bright and the wrist silly
I'm risking Fed time, front page headline
Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass
It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash
And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass
Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies", call a cab

The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey
And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces
Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge
This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs

And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture
Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked
And we will burn you up like three star alarm
We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm

You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper
And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors
We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?
Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

The young and the restless live life reckless
House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested
'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's
'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish

The rock star living, the hot cars and women
The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em
Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks
At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back

And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City
My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee
We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'
Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range

And the clouds still moving with the squamy
And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine

Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time

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Get Back - Lyrics - Blackout - Britney Spears

Title: Get Back
Album: Blackout
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Marcella Araica, Corte Ellis, Nate Hills, Nigel Talley

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4
Oh no, here we go

Catch me if you can
Don't move too slow
I'm on another level
Can you feel my flow?

See how good
When I'm on the floor
Wonder if you're ever
Gonna zing that I got
I told you before

That I'ma keep it hot
See how it is
When I walk up in the spot
Standing in a line
Ah, I think not

I came to party, baby
You might think I'm crazy
By the way I'm moving
To the beat

You're standing on the wall
What you come here for?
You wanna feel the heat
Dance and lose control

Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)
If you can't take it then

DJ spin it back
Know that I like it
When you do it like that
Eyes on my waist

Feel you better think fast
Got that kind of body
Make you wanna spend cash
Shake it like you seen them do it
In the video

Ladies on the floor
Let me see you get low
Fellas at the bar
Won't you spend a little dough?

This is how I do it
When I'm tearing up the floor

I came to party baby
You might think I'm crazy
By the way I'm moving to the beat
You're standing on the wall
What you come here for?
You wanna feel the heat
Dance and lose control

Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)
If you can't take it then

Watch me
You like it, I've got it
1, 2, 3, 4

Would you like it
If I tease you
Get you really hot
Watch me turn around

Then let me show you what I got
Baby, if you're ready
Won't you step up to the plate
Don't be scared of how I'm moving

Boy, don't play it safe
Let me see you move
Let me see you dance
Let me see you bounce
Danja, bring it back

Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)

If you can't take it then get back
Get back
(Get back)
Get back
(Get back)
If you can't take it then

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When I Leave This House - Lyrics - Adam Gregory

Title: When I Leave This House
Artist: Adam Gregory
Composer(s): Colin James, Tom Wilson

Lyric:
Just like Cain and Able
I let the devil come 'round
Now I'm the king of the garden
With a snake for a crown
When the lord points his finger
Baby, I'm goin' down

Well, I'm no hell's angel
But I like to pretend I'm the king of the highway
On the prairie wind with a black leather soul
I'm gonna ride to the bitter end, here we go

When I leave this house
I ain't coming back
When I leave this house
I ain't coming back

Tie my sins to a railroad track
Carve my initials with chicken scratch
The garden of Eden hasn't broken my back
When I leave this house I ain't coming back

Well, hey now mama
Don't let your love dry up
I'm a hungry child with an empty cup
You can't feed your babies
When you're all shook up, yeah

When I leave this house
I ain't coming back
When I leave this house
I ain't coming back

Tie my sins to a railroad track
Carve my initials with chicken scratch
The garden of Eden hasn't broken my back
When I leave this house I ain't coming back

Well, I'm no hell's angel
But I like to pretend I'm the king of the highway
On the prairie wind with a black leather soul
I'm gonna ride to the bitter end

When I leave this house
I ain't coming back
When I leave this house
I ain't coming back

Tie my sins to a railroad track
Carve my initials with chicken scratch
The garden of Eden hasn't broken my back
When I leave this house I ain't coming back

When I leave this house
I ain't coming back
When I leave this house
I ain't coming back

Tie my sins to a railroad track
Carve my initials with chicken scratch
The garden of Eden hasn't broken my back
When I leave this house I ain't coming back

Play the MP3 online for free!

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