Ball Tongue - Lyrics - Korn - Korn

Title: Ball Tongue
Album: Korn
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person
A person close to me
Who do think you are?
And what do you want from me?

(Ball tongue)
You got the dykes off I think they'll mind me
(Ball tongue)
The rag I'm on, we are justified
(Ball tongue)
Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit
(Ball tongue)
What have you done for me?
(Whoo, whoo!)

Why are you at home
Buried in your self pity?
Why do you insist on
Living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person
The person that took time with me
Does it give you the right to expect
Your life revolves around me?

(Ball tongue)
You have come to take from your buddy
(Ball tongue)
You have never been so funky
(Ball tongue)
The higgle got sick of me
(Ball tongue)
Ahh, the dick is fine for the day
(Ball tongue)
Your brother took it from me
(Ball tongue)
Unidentified enemy
(Ball tongue)
Come fuckin back to save us, and give up, they've come to deliver me

(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in

(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in

How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again

(Ball tongue)
They've driven right by my friends
(Ball tongue)
They've taken the take above me
(Ball tongue)
And you're a psycho monkey
(Ball tongue)
They've come to enslave me
(Ball tongue)
They've jacked themselves onto me
(Ball tongue)
Your fuckin' gangster signs
(Ball tongue)
They've come not to same them but to take
(Ball tongue)
Fuckin' death to fuckin' me

You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths

(Ball tongue)
Jerome died at the technodrome
(Ball tongue)
You're right, he's dead, teargas dropped but who was it?
(Ball tongue)
It doesn't take the rhythm of the damn monger
(Ball tongue)
Can I die, can I die?
(Ball tongue)
And then, the men kept kicking me
(Ball tongue)
He gets them on, and they're cool
(Ball tongue)
He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on top of the head
(Ball tongue)
No more, he's rid of you and you're a dyke

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You Sure Love To Ball - Lyrics - Marvin Gaye

Title: You Sure Love To Ball
Artist: Marvin Gaye
Composer(s): Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Oh baby please turn yourself around
Oh baby so I can love you good
Oh baby I'll make you feel so good
Oh sugar just like you want me to

Oh baby you sure love to ball
Oh baby you sure love to ball

Oh honey I hope you never freeze
I love you I love you so much
Oh baby baby don't ever go away
Stay with me baby, I'll love you night and day

Oh baby you sure love to ball
Oh honey you sure love to ball

Oh now I just love you that's all
I've got my mind made up baby
Oh there's no doubts oh baby
That you're my foxy lady

Oh baby you sure love to ball
Oh sugar you sure love to ball

All, all I know now baby
Hey baby is love you some more
Oh come on in and let me love you
Oh baby come for more

Oh baby you sure love to ball
Oh baby you sure love to ball

Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy mama you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy mama you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy mama you sure love to ball

All I know, I know if we had to ever part
Ahh that one day would surely break my heart
Got to get ready, got to get ready

Oh baby you sure love to ball
Oh baby you sure love to ball

Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy mama you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy mama you sure love to ball

Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy mama you sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball
You sure love to ball
Pretty little sexy baby you sure love to ball

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The Way We Ball - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: The Way We Ball
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Edward Charles, Anthony Sears, Wesley Weston, Estil Hobbs, Duane Hobbs

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Lyric:
Hey, ho
(This is the way we ball)
Ah ha, Houston, Texas
(This is the way we ball)
Ah ha
(This is the way we ball)
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king
Brand new piece, same Byzentine
I'm still sippin' lean, I'm still watchin' "Scream"
I love wearin' platinum, but my favorite color's green
I'm hoppin' out Ferraris, my house is three stories
I'm still independent 'cause Jive couldn't afford me
The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring
The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny

But that's another story, let's get back to the topic
Right now me and Hump negotiatin' to buy the Rockets
We might buy the Comets, name it, I done it
If you see it and want it, buy it, own it
This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
RIP dawg 'cause I really miss you
Boy I'm a stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

I'm thinkin', designer clothes and fashion shows
I'm thinkin', all my albums goin' platinum and gold
I'm thinkin', Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin', bein' rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin', wood grain all in my tinted truck
I'm fillin', all my teeth up with princess cuts
I'm fillin', jugs up, no more empty cups
I'm feelin', like I'm worth 10 million bucks

And I know, I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game
And I know, my rims chop like the blades on a plane
And I know, yo baby mama still givin' me brain
And I know, that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain
And I make, nothin' but hits when I step in the booth
And I make, rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make, DVD's light up in my Coupe
I think, I feel, I know, I'm making money, how 'bout you?
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

I'm swangin', about to rip the kizzerp, sippin' on my syzzerp
If you buy first from me then you just bought a dessert
Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel
Me and Doby D stay blowin' on some kizzeel
I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel

Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin', poppin' trunk, goin' down Fuqua
So move out of my way 'cause I'm ridin' double R
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

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The Way We Ball (Remix) - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: The Way We Ball (Remix)
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Edward Charles, Anthony Sears, Wesley Weston, Estil Hobbs, Duane Hobbs

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Lyric:
Hey, ho
(This is the way we ball)
Ah ha, Houston, Texas
(This is the way we ball)
Ah ha
(This is the way we ball)
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king
Brand new piece, same Byzentine
I'm still sippin' lean, I'm still watchin' "Scream"
I love wearin' platinum, but my favorite color's green
I'm hoppin' out Ferraris, my house is three stories
I'm still independent 'cause Jive couldn't afford me
The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring
The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny

But that's another story, let's get back to the topic
Right now me and Hump negotiatin' to buy the Rockets
We might buy the Comets, name it, I done it
If you see it and want it, buy it, own it
This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
RIP dawg 'cause I really miss you
Boy I'm a stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

I'm thinkin', designer clothes and fashion shows
I'm thinkin', all my albums goin' platinum and gold
I'm thinkin', Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin', bein' rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin', wood grain all in my tinted truck
I'm fillin', all my teeth up with princess cuts
I'm fillin', jugs up, no more empty cups
I'm feelin', like I'm worth 10 million bucks

And I know, I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game
And I know, my rims chop like the blades on a plane
And I know, yo baby mama still givin' me brain
And I know, that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain
And I make, nothin' but hits when I step in the booth
And I make, rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make, DVD's light up in my Coupe
I think, I feel, I know, I'm making money, how 'bout you?
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

I'm swangin', about to rip the kizzerp, sippin' on my syzzerp
If you buy first from me then you just bought a dessert
Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel
Me and Doby D stay blowin' on some kizzeel
I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel

Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin', poppin' trunk, goin' down Fuqua
So move out of my way 'cause I'm ridin' double R
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car
(This is the way we ball)

And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty south
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid
(This is the way we ball)

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Crystal Ball - Lyrics - Bizzar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Crystal Ball
Album: Bizzar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, Dark Lotus Family, It's Our World
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers
First, put a twenty in the jar with the others
(That's right take a seat)

Ain't no smokin' in here, I need to keep my ball clear
There spirits in there
(What's your future, someone gonna shoot ya)
Will you get your girlfriend back, as if I know that

I can only tell you where your soul is headed
And will remain eternally embedded, the rest forget it
Life is nothin' but a test to clear
Did you have a heart while you were here

And was it sincere?
You're still unraveling your future right now
What kinda person are ya bro, oh, where there you go
You control your own muthafuckin' destiny

I ain't lettin' the devil get the best of me
(I'm gonna make it into Shangrila)
Golden walls, what's up with you
Check your own crystal balls
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Layback, evolve and I'll be alright

Lookin' in my crystal ball, I'm seein' thugs
Both catchin' and firin' slugs
(Paper for drugs)
I see a line waiting on block, cheese a mile long

All tryin' to be strong
(It's the same old song)
But when I look into everybody's faces
(Smile)

Their soul are headed other places
And they ain't worried about payin' them dues down here
(Because they motherfuckin' future is crystal clear)
The focus switches to you and it ain't good

All mad 'cause someone rolls up out the neighborhood
Check your self and the judgment was passed
Yo, you be in hell
(Right up the asshole)

It will get ya if ya let it pack your Speedos
I hear it's hot where you headed, I'm trying to tell ya now
(When the grim reaper calls)
You don't wanna be ass out grippin' your crystal balls

Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Layback, evolve and I'll be alright
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Layback, evolve and I'll be alright

Look into my crystal ball, it's all black
And everybody's frozen in time front to back
Their controlled by the matrix of mind, body and soul
And I'm branded by the system of carnival freakshow

I see the fame analyze 'cause nothin' is the skyz
It's the same as seein' the death in the demon's eyes
I'm high in my sights from the truth of my crystal ball
Believe me when I say, we comin' for all of ya'll

Look deep into my crystal ball
See the dead smokin' on trees and drinking alchohol
Underneath the street beneath the concrete
If you listen to the night you can hear my heart beat

All painted up buried in a axe and shit
Juggalo love got each others backs and shit
Encased in glass for the whole world to see
Am I inside or is the crystal ball inside of me

Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright

Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright
Layback, evolve, and I'll be alright

Rain comes down
(Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright)

Rain comes down
(Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright)

Rain comes down
(Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright)
...

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Gonna Ball - Lyrics - Stray Cats

Title: Gonna Ball
Artist: Stray Cats
Composer(s): Leon Drucker, Brian Setzer, Jim Mcdonnell

Lyric:
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before
I may never get a break like this in life no more

I got money in my pocket, I ain't begging for friends
Cadillac, El Dorado, and it's gone to my head
Short time to live, long time to stay dead
I ain't doin' no favors, I ain't asking for none
?Cause I got money, I can pay for my fun
That's the way I want it, that's the way it must be done

Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before
I may never get a break like this in life no more

I said little mama, we're gonna jump and shout
When that El Dorado holds up and I can walk it out
I wanna stay, pretty baby, you don't know what it's all about
I want no special woman, I want no special friend
I want a good time stay, yeah, tomorrow I may be down again
Don't dial my number, I'll tell you when

Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before
I may never get a break like this in life no more
What'd I tell ya

Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before
I may never get a break like this in life no more

I got money in my pocket, I ain't begging for friends
Cadillac, El Dorado, and it's gone to my head
Short time to live, long time to stay dead
I ain't doin' no favors, I ain't asking for none
?Cause I got money, I can pay for my fun
That's the way I want it, that's the way it must be done

Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before
I may never get a break like this in life no more

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Big Ball In Boston - Lyrics - Kingston Trio

Title: Big Ball In Boston
Artist: Kingston Trio
Composer(s): Traditiona

Lyric:
Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town
Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down

The birthplace of our nation is Boston so they say
They try to keep it as it was but it's changing every day

Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town
Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down

The Red Coats, they were comin', their cloth was made of tweed
Some say their shirts were button down
(The tradition is Ivy League)

Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town
Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down

We met a chap from Harvard, very slim and pale
The last time that we saw him he was dancing with a cat from Yale

Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town
Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down

And just a mile from Harvard's a campus you should see
M I C K E Y M O U S E

Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town
Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down

The folks who come from Boston are said to be quite dated.
So whadda ya have to say, my friend?
Well, uh, Bobby and Teddy and I made it

Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town
Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down

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Ball Of Confusion - Lyrics - Love And Rockets

Title: Ball Of Confusion
Artist: Love And Rockets
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

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Lyric:
People moving out, people moving in
Why? Because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you just can't hide

An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I'll set you free

Rap on, rap on brother
Rap on

Well, the only person talking about love today is the preacher
And it seems nobody gets just all the learning but the teacher

Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, devastation of our nation

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey, hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey, hey

The sale of pills at an all time high
Who put the filling in the primus sky?
The city's a flame in the summer time

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

Economics, reaganomics, birth control, the status quo
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
The Politicians say and the band plays on

So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's heading
Nobody knows

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey, hey hey

Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast
Rockets new record's a gas

And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played

Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Solid gold in demand, population out of hand, suicide

Too many bills, everyone movin' to the hills
People all over the world are dying in the war

And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played on
And the band played

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Hey, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Hey, ball of confusion, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion, ball of confusion
Ball of confusion, ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey

Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey

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Big Blue Ball Of War - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Big Blue Ball Of War
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith

Lyric:
In 1914, this ball was at war
It went from Belgium on through Ireland
The Congo, then back home

This big blue ball of war spun on it's own
Spinning history in lines of blood
When many souls fell off

And we all ride on, this big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil, we all ride on
And we all ride on, this big blue ball of war
We choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

Almost a century the blood has flowed
We've killed our men of peace around this ball
And refused to hear their ghosts

We spend our destinies in deeds of hate
Humanity upon this ball
Is just a bloody fall from grace

And we all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil
We all ride on, and we all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
We choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

A reformation just might save us all
A voice of harmony and open heart
Where the women teach the song

These men of evil deed can be proven wrong
If we join hand to hand with Abraham
So not a soul falls off

And we'll all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil
We'll all ride on, and we'll all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
We'll choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

We'll choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

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Kinda High Kinda Drunk - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Kinda High Kinda Drunk
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): James Carter, Michael Diamond, Artis Ivey, Adam Horovotz, Adam Yauch, Rick Rubin, Jesse Bonds Jr Weaver, Dominic Aldridge

Lyric:
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin' a noble, nosin' under and moanin'
Two freaks walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cuz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, I wonder where the homies at

I feel my pager's on my hipbone, who could it be
'Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back 'cuz they don't know the homie cold
I've recieved a page, my love from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a pretty brown sugar dressed in black
Another double shot of yak and now the room is spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, 'cause the

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda bust him, but I didn't do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talked away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and kick it at my table
'Cuz, bustas be acting stupid, and stupidness is fatal

The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin'
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
It's 11:35 and my homies still ain't made it

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, things is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't The Commodores but this brick house got me on zoom
Now I'm mackin' and struttin' and asking, "Baby wassup?"
My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
Let's, hop in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some trojans
We can do a little drinkin', and do a little smoking

When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin' with her phi phi
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin' on 40's
Now in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
'Cuz I got too high and I got too drunk

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

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I Love You Like A Ball And Chain. - Lyrics - Eurythmics

Title: I Love You Like A Ball And Chain.
Artist: Eurythmics
Composer(s): Annie Lennox, David Stewart

Lyric:
Well, the sound of your voice on the telephone
Make me feel distressed, make me all alone
Why do I feel so incomplete?
When you're not here I'm just obsolete

My bed is burnin' all through the night
You're the only one that can make me feel right
Try to lay down my sleepin' head
But I'm tossin' and turnin' around instead

Like a ball and chain
Like a ball and chain
Like a ball and chain

I love you like a ball and chain
(Make it alright now)
Love you like a ball and chain
(Feels too good)

I love you like a ball and chain
(Make it alright now)
Love you like a ball and chain
(Feels too good)

I'm a fool I know but I'm stuck on you
I'm a fool I know and it's makin' me blue
There's a river of blood, there's a river of tears
I've been wasting all these years

I love you like a ball and chain
(Make it alright now)
Love you like a ball and chain
(Feels too good)

I love you like a ball and chain
(Make it alright now)
Love you like a ball and chain
(Feels too good)

I love you like a ball and chain
(Make it alright now)
Love you like a ball and chain
(Feels too good)

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Can I Ball - Lyrics - Mac

Title: Can I Ball
Artist: Mac
Composer(s): Mckinley Jr Phipps, James Adarryl Tapp, O'Dell Vickers

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Lyric:
Say Slim, look what's happenin' wootay
We goin take this here all the way from the Magnolia
Across Clayborne, do it like that, ya heard me, do it

Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all y'all, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all y'all, if y'all was waiting on my fall

To make this million I'm bound to left uptown to go get it
Once I get it, I'm a split it with those who I'm commited
Like who, my nigga Wop, my girl Storm and the rest of my click
Everybody else be on some oh you ballin' now, you ballin' now

Since you play me closer, I'm a get the toast, oh mark my word
Fuck em, fuck 'em if they don't know what's happen my rap
If a nigga know me, he don't know me no more
'Cause I don't hang in the same streets no more, I gotta condo

I lay low, chill, stay away from shit that get niggas killed'
Call me fake then my niggas will say that's trill
Check it, funny high hoes be calling me jiggy now
'Cause I gotta little jingle, mingle with the finest and sport diamonds

When I was broke I was skinny and full of shit
Now it ain't nothin for me to pull a bitch
I scratch off and I hear them hoes say he did that
Every bitch I fuck be saying I'm tryin to have your kid Mac I ain't with that

Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all y'all, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all y'all, if y'all was waiting on my fall

I'm a try my best not to let these niggas bring me out there
They know you beefing with the [unverified] and them niggas don't care
Who they kill, and tryin to be a millionare on the real
But I can't a from with that foolishness so I'm a chill

And just pass through the projects that I used to roam in
Tote the black and the steel chrome
And holler at trill niggas like Jim Stone and
No more hangin', no more slangin' pearls and crack pieces
No more fuckin' dog bitches carryin' deadly deseases

They burn your dick off, givin you aids through the rubber
I had to settle down with a boss bitch and now that's my lover
She down for a nigga
And when the situation get's heavy she lets loose rounds for a nigga

And if I don't come home she'll come blood hound for a nigga
That's the type of bitch I need, no drink, no smoke, no weed
Hoes label me a hot boy 'cause I just come home and I don't get D'd
But I'm a boss baby, I like to floss baby can I ball y'all, can I ball

Now can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all y'all, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all y'all, if y'all was waiting on my fall

Now Soulja Slim, my nigga, my nerve, my partner, my wootay, my round
My ace, my dog, I was down even when you was on that ground
You camouflaged uptown that was some shit to see
So when they locked you up I continue the legacy

Now all these niggas claiming Soulja is you bout that ball
Would you die for me if a nigga pull up in that tinted car
I think you niggas sitting around waiting on my fall
Let a nigga ball, nigga let a nigga ball

Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all y'all, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck y'all niggas, if y'all was waiting on my fall, ya heard me, woah

Now y'all understand, now you understand
Macadon and Soulja Slim
In the process of B O O Cing, ballin out of control
Bleeding out of control nigga, ya understand

So, uh look, I'm a tell these niggas like this here
We bout to go get these motherfuckin' Rolexes shined up nigga
And go get our chrome shined up and we goin' ball ya heard me
They ain't goin' like that, they don't wanna hear no shit like that

They ain't goin' like that
But we ballin' out of control though
Bleeding out of control
We doin' them niggas like that so fuck it

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I'Ve Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts - Lyrics - Monty Python

Title: I'Ve Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts
Artist: Monty Python
Composer(s): Fred Heatherton

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Lyric:
Down at an English fair, one evening I was there
When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair

I?ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are, all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That?s what the showman said

I?ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch

Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny, a pitch
Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny, a pitch
Roll a bowl, a ball, roll a bowl, a ball
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch

I?ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
(They?re lovely)
There they are all standing in a row
(One, two, three, four)
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
(And bigger)

Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That?s what the showman said

I?ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
(All together now)

Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny, a pitch
(Harmony)
Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny, a pitch
Roll a bowl, a ball, roll a bowl, a ball
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch

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Them Heavy People - Lyrics - The Kick Inside - Kate Bush

Title: Them Heavy People
Album: The Kick Inside
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me

They arrived at an inconvenient time
I was hiding in a room in my mind
They made me look at myself, I saw it well
I'd shut the people out of my life

So now I take the opportunities
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me
I must work on my mind, for now I realize
Everyone of us has a heaven inside

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Them heavy people, help me
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me

They open doorways that I thought were shut for good
They read me Gurdjieff and Jesu
They build up my body, break me emotionally
It's nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling!

I love the whirling of the dervishes
I love the beauty of rare innocence
You don't need no crystal ball, don't fall for a magic wand
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Them heavy people, help me
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Rolling the, rolling the, rolling the, rolling the
...

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Party Hard - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Party Hard
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Davis, Dave Kelly, Dameon Beckett, Winston Burger

Lyric:
Livelicate to all di rude boy dem from across di world and all shottas from yard
Real ballas party hard, zagga zagga zow na na na na
Here comes the musical Youth like Beenie Man Longside J
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play
Drop top Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades
I holla how you doing and she say what?s up
Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck
I got my lady at home but what the fuck
Here you go, take my number and hit me up
Girl, I don't mean to be pushy but what is your name
Can I have your number, can I see you again
If you don't mind me asking, what you doing tonight
Can you link me at the club, aight
Keep it tight cause

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

Well into a musical thing call that?s how we roll
Some boy wan' roll deep and sell dem soul
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold
This is how we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP
Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub
Nothing but coke bottles poppin? in the club
Five-star restaurant, table for two
You get nothing but the best when you roll with my crew
We can party all night, we got chips to burn
Tracey and her friends will be taking turns
Slammin' and fun that's how we live everyday
That?s the way we players play
Zagga zagga zay

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

This a one hear name
One mil, two mil, three mil, four
Did my last tour and make three mil more
Beenie Man shopping in designer stores
House on the hill with cherrywood floors
One girl, two girl, three girl, four
Three more exes stalking my door
Honeys be acting real insecure
I'm well loved among the ladies on tour

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan' me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)

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Sippin On A 40 - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Sippin On A 40
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Harold Ray I Brown, A Hinton, Leroy Jordan, Howard Scott, Antoine Carraby, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Sylvester Allen, Morris Dickerson, A Wicker, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Sippin' on a 40
Sippin' on a 40

Aye, yo, let's roll to the store
Eazy-E so we can buy us some O.E.
40 OZ. gettin' a buzz with the thuggz, in the neighborhoods black
But buy you a couple of extra one's for the neighborhood

Nigga you be drinkin' out my bottle
Bitch, that's bullshit still got semen on ya lips
From the homies dick, trick yo the home, girl
But sit you like a loose goose, so gimmie a couple of dollars
So I can bring you back a deuce deuce

Well bring B.G. knock out back a muthaphukkin' 40 O.
So me and my nigga big boy can go and cop some indo
And well be right back at you niggaz with a quick fast
Dresta don't forget to buy ya couple of packs of zig-zags

Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-E)
Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Drinkin' like a mad man, yes, I do)

Back to the store all the 40 O's were kinda hot
Get the shit or not
Naw let's roll to another spot
Back in the four to another store

I told you the store on one 24th
Keep the cold brew
Make a right
The store ain't in sight

Nigga it's right pass the next light
Pass across the light
Now heres what you gotta do
Get in ya left lane and make a muthaphukkin' you

Lets get at least 10 40's and at least 10 22's
That should be enough for the whole muthaphukkin crew
Plus they got indo a niggas gonna be double blitz
Oh, give me some zig-zags and two packs of double mint

Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-E)
Sippin' on a 40
(Got the 8-ball rollin')

Yo dresta
What's up?
Did you bring back some gum?
Hell, yeah

Good now a nigga breath won't be yo hum
Now pass me a stick
So I can spit game at this trick
'Cause beer breath and tricks don't mix

Y'all don't give a fuck what a punk bitch stank
'Cause my breath always stank every time I take a drank
40's I be downin' I'm drownin' my self
Let me hit the joint and I'll be clowin' everybody else

You wont be clowin' me 'cause I got dose for your trick ass
Oh, bitch, you tryin' tah bag, I got dose for your bitch ass
Well, let me hit the joint once again and we can go G but
Oh, let me take a sip off the O.E.

Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)
Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)

Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)
Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)

Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)
Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)

Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)
Sippin' on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Nick name Eazy-W)

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Rebels Of The Sacred Heart - Lyrics - Drunken Lullabies - Flogging Molly

Title: Rebels Of The Sacred Heart
Album: Drunken Lullabies
Artist: Flogging Molly
Composer(s): Dennis Casey, Matthew Hensley, Nathen A Jeglinski, David King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt

Lyric:
Now I'm aimin' for Heaven
But probably wind up down in Hell
Where upon this alter
I will hang my guilt ridden head

But it's time, I'll take before I begin
Three sheets to the wind, three sheets to the wind
Yeah, it's time, I'll take before I begin
Three sheets to the wind, three sheets to the wind

Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be
Ah, no ball or chain no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart
I said no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart

Terrified of the open road
Yeah, where it leads, ya never know
But rest assured he'll be on you back
Yeah, the Holy Ghost through his tongues in black

As the band dog howls and the young girl cries
The blessed virgin in her proud dad's eye
The Albatross hangin' round your neck
Is the Cross you bear for your sins He bleeds

Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be
Ah, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart
I said, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart

Genuflect all you refugees who fled the land
Now on guilt you kneel
And say a prayer for those left behind
From beyond the pale to the Northern sky

So you saved your shillin's and your last six pence
'Cause in God's name they built a barbed wire fence
Be glad you sailed for a better day
But don't forget there'll be Hell to pay

Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be
Ah, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart
I said, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart

Resurrection, no protection, all things life must be
Ah, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart

Now bless me Father for I have sinned
But it's the same old story again and again and again
Ah well, such is the bread of an everyday life
From mornin' to noon to this shadowless-night
Ah well, such is the bread of an everyday life
From mornin' to noon to this shadowless-night

Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be
Ah, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart
I said, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart

Rebels are we, though heavy our hearts shall always be
Ah, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart
I said, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart
I said, no ball or chain, no prison shall keep
We're the rebels of the Sacred Heart

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Stack Yo Chips - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabulous - Mystikal

Title: Stack Yo Chips
Album: Ghetto Fabulous
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): M Morales, D Robinson, Corey Miller, L Smith, S Abbatiello, Master P Michael Tyler, K Walker, D Reeve, D Wimbley

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Lyric:
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters

I'm movin' too fast, doing to much for these niggas
Hum bro
I get paid to leave the house sideways
Bitch stickin' out, what
I can take it without quessn'
You the mutha fuckin' coward
And I'm the big bad wolf nigga
And I'm coming to devoiour
Aint nothin' better than money
Sex and the power
Oh, how I love to be on top of the power?
Fuck
I got it to go wit it, clownish
Out that back cuttin' up telly to telly bouncn'
I got five women, four cars
Three homes and two apartments
A Rolex, ten leather jackets,
And twenty pair of Michael Jordans
All in it, front and back wheels spinnin'
I might not bid to you
But I'm the shit in the city
Street things, represent the real no lim
Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin
The way I drop
Bitch, gotta feel them
I'm that close
Try to stop me from gettn' it

Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters

I make a million dollar dream become reality without a doubt
I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth
And gangsta rap pays the bills so I represent it
And who we be
Some soldiers down that no limit
My young thugs love to get high off of my lyrics
I have em' tweakn'
Possessed like an evil spirit
We on the rise
But labeled as them bad guys
We're family tied
And run like the enterprize
Fool is you legal
But bugs is segal
This aint no sequil
You damn sure not my equal
And playa haters don't last too long
Axe a million motherfuckers with my disc
Sittin' at they home
My edvasaries is slowly being put to death
I catch 'em gaspin'
And trying to breathe
They last breath
I mean you reaching for the stars
But you cant grip
I told you, get yo paper nigga
Stack yo chips

Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters

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Ball And Chain - Lyrics - Jump Up - Elton John

Title: Ball And Chain
Album: Jump Up
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Gary Osborne

Lyric:
I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart
You were the one to blame for tearing my world apart
I got a heart so true, you got a heart of ice
A little more love from you, it could have been paradise

I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart
And if it's all the same, maybe we should part
And I'm singing, do-do-do, yeah
I'm singing, do-do-do

You had to tie me down inside a cage of doubt
I'm sick of being kicked around so this is where I get out

I got a ball & chain hanging around my heart
And if it's all the same, maybe we should part
And I'm singing, do-do-do, yeah
I'm singing, do-do-do

Oh baby, you tried to hold me but you were slowly
Driving me insane
Oh baby

I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart
You were the one to blame for tearing my world apart
I got a heart so true, you got a heart of ice
A little more love from you, it could have been paradise

I couldn't take your pain, you couldn't take my love
So I'm gonna quit this game 'cause baby I've had enough

I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart
And if it's all the same, maybe we should part
And I'm singing, do-do-do, yeah
I'm singing, do-do-do

I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart
I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart
I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart
I got a ball & chain, hanging around my heart

And I'm singing, do-do-do, yeah
I'm singing, do-do-do

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