Basement Show - Lyrics - Mobile Estates - Citizen King

Title: Basement Show
Album: Mobile Estates
Artist: Citizen King
Composer(s): Matthew John Sims, David J. Cooley

Lyric:
This is the place you face the music
I demonstrate an altered state
With the black light shining on the boom box
I rush the show to the underground spot
From p.m. to a.m. you are and I am
Choking on smoke below the coliseum

Not soft shoe 'cause I wear the new dance
Scoping the girls with the shrinky dink pants
Milk crate steady mic check one two feedback
Shellac about to break on through

Broadcast by a radio station low
Downstairs at the basement show
Downstairs at the basement show

Well, I mark the X on the party map
A flying V peavy sonic attack
The cops are here if you believe the rap
Take a five-finger deal on the silver tap

Well, I pull my hat down, I take the stairs down
Getting together in with the out crowd
You got the beer, we got the time
So I'm skipping everybody in the bathroom line
Robot moves on a wild rumpus
Standing up front where the stacks is thumpin'

A broadcast by a radio station low
Downstairs at the basement show
Downstairs at the basement show

Well, I'm keeping it on going all night long
Clearing the six-foot on the front lawn
A bottleneck check your mic marinade
I come late to the masquerade to the sweat box
Dirty knee socks and I'm going through the back
When the front door's locked

A broadcast by a radio station low
Downstairs at the basement show
Downstairs at the basement show
Downstairs at the basement show
Downstairs at the basement show

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Creep Show - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Title: Creep Show
Album: Monster
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Rufus B Johnson, Archie Hall, Michael Santigo Render, Richard Hall

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Lyric:
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Welcome home motherfuckers you're back again
Into the den of inequity the life of sin
Where after the after party and the hotel lobbies
Probably find me drunk off Bacardi
In a swank hotel an aspiring actress
Trying to push her back through a thousand dollar mattress
In Chicago a couple of bottles, couple of models, stolen Diablos
Fast and furious going full throttle

Post club function, pills get swallowed
Ladies get loose and so do bra straps
Power, money and sex drive good raps
Freaks emerge in a twilight with party pack
Of hydros alcohol blurred eye sight
From dusk till dawn is when vampires roam
Pro athletes trick and don't go home

It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Riding with my nigga big boy you don't sleep
Even partied with Diddy up in NYC
Got drunk, rubbed titties of Dominican freaks
Every night bachelor party in the boom boom room
On trees get burned or liquor consumed
You ain't really seen a color, till you seen it on shrooms
Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle lapel
Spot hotter than fish scales cooked in coked ale

Vampire party and we gets it down
In the undergrounds, underground
Underground in club comer's basement
Ladies and low life's do get wasted
So high you can't hear the music
But you feel it when the bass hits
The atmosphere like the first year
Freak bass hit every body's heart goes fast
Rolling Mitsubishi's shakin' that ass

Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

Got twenties on the Escort, bitch park my shit
It's Bizzare from D12 in this bitch
And which nigga want to fight
I'm the club with Surge Knight, Ike, and Killer Mike
Fat dick for all my enemies
Caught a disease fucking Roy and Jazzie T
My girlfriend's a fucking fool when she turned her back
I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school

And I don't sale crack to my African brothers
I sell it to they mothers and they ex-lovers
So go ahead bitch pop the X
So I can work your neck in the back of my Vett
Red bones, I hate 'em no question
I like fat bitches with bladder infections
Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City
It's the creep show, show your nasty titties

Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Anything goes strippers and live shows
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Ecstasy, hydro, and good blow
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Hoes strip, where pimps and hoes do strolls
It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show
Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls

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The Basement - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: The Basement
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Nick Dida, Dwight Myers, Rob Odindo, Corey Brent Penn, Peter O Phillips, Winston Delano Riley

Lyric:
Ahh, yeah, feel the funk, baby
That's right, this is called, 'The Basement'
And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this

From the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella
So prepare for landing and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my

Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not before the kid leave the basement

The basement, put the Funk in Grand
Here comes my man
My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party people savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah once in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement, next we got, a special guest
I ain't gonna tell you who it is
C'mon, rap along

Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin' thick
Here comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick
To see a black man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm tellin' ya

I got plots and plans, pots and pans
Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back

So easy does it on the DL
Peace to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement
Peace signin' off, check one two straight from the basement

Straight from the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's crazy fat
I wonder who this is comin' up?

Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the dungeon
All over the U.S. states, even London

Past and present, black to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula
A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense
A Pro Bowl with soul for local events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete Rock
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent comin' from the basement

That's right, crazy funky
Aww, my man
He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out

Alikazaam, you'll never guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes beats in the basement"

Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7 hillside
I thought I'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left and get fixed

Plus the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, this is funky
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

Fly like an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin' raw papes off the shelves

Blowin' up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at six block
Uno here, to put suckers in the mix

I get deeper than oceanography
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

In the basement, is where I dwell
Check the MC's swell 'cause I am crazy funky with CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, baby pah
The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover, everybody
[Inaudible]

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Hater Players - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Hater Players
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Taablib Green, Shawn Jones, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at?
They underground
There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit
Yaknowwhat'msayin'? Bringin' them raw skills
YaknowwhatI'm sayin'?

Really to me, it's a Small Wonder like Vicki, why I'm picky
These niggas suck like hickies
And still get the shit they slip in like Mickies
I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
Freezin' up your bodily fluids, your style is old

You runnin' your mouth but don't really know what you be talkin' about
You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out
Yo, with the quickness, so swift, you miss this lyrical fitness
Now, get this, these MC's wanna test me like litmus, bear witness
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops and blood clots
My point is, your flow can stop

By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home
Everybody lookin' at you, fish tank syndrome
In full effect, I stay catchin' lyrical rep
And keep it blacker than the back of your neck

What you expect, that shit's hollerin'
'Cause we developin' the followin'
Gettin' played like stone love tapes and dollar vans
Order reverse your universe so your demise is first

Before your rise it gets worse, you need a night nurse like Gregory
Beggin me, 'stop, it hurts' is what you say to me
Like that's supposed to mean somethin'?
You the one I seen frontin' in the club
Your act I don't buy it, I got the dub

Come on everybody, come on, just show your love
Come on everybody, come on, just show your love
Come on everybody, come on, just show your love
Come on everybody, come on, just show your love
Come on everybody, come on, just show your love

Visions occupy my synaptic space
Command and shake to illustrate my mind's landscape
The tall grass, the low plains, the mountainous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges

Presence of hilltops lit up with tree tops
Eavesdrop and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher and they came to observe it

I follow suit and face it, embrace it
Shinin' bright but still I'm careful not to waste it
Destined to rise because I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is still, so just chill and be patient

Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with
Clowns about to scream and shout but don't say, "Shh"
I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested
I'm majestic, I represent my strength without effort

My method is unorthodox but of course, it rocks
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics
Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness

It's all luminary, despite commentary
Some people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you jump around like Calypso
And murmur to yourself like a Schizo
There ain't no bottom on the [Incomprehensible]

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Here we go, Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar line
We 'bout to take y'all home
YaknowwhatImean? Here we go

We got all markets on lock, from meat to stock
Blackstar, what? Throwin' like head rock in bars
Men flock to where we are 'cause it's the place to be
I grab my paint, jump on stage and deface MC's

We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon
Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on
Going back and forth, fallin' back, all across the track
Passin' the mics like quarterbacks, of course, it's phat

Reverse psychology got 'em scared to say when shit is whack
Out of fear of being called a hater, imagine that
We ain't havin' that reachin' past the star status that you grabbin' at
My battle raps, blast your ass back to your natural habitat

So floss 'cause what it costs ain't worth it to me
'Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees wannabe
But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother?
'Cause your girl calls my name out like Clarence Carter
Clarence Carter, Clarence Carter

Aiyyo, as we rock harder
And always drop the bonafied head nodders
Aiyyo, later for the hater-players
Yo yo, yo yo, later for these hater-players

Blackstar keeps shinin'
Blackstar keeps shinin'
Blackstar keeps shinin'
Blackstar keeps shinin'

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Firecracker - Lyrics - Firecracker - Lisa Loeb

Title: Firecracker
Album: Firecracker
Artist: Lisa Loeb
Composer(s): Lisa Loeb

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Lyric:
You want to suffer, well show me you're angry
Fight with your fists up or call for you mommy
You want to suffer show me you're angry

Spend time alone, find a stick in the basement
Drink water and gold dust and live on impatience
Slaughtered for weakness, electric like static
Slaughtered, you're weak there's no need to speak

You change your shoelaces
I light firecrackers
You step on the sparks
You change your shoelaces
I light firecrackers

I shouldn't be any great inspiration
I never got your way
I should never have to chase you
You were the one who ran away

If you could feel the pain
Your confusion has caused me
You would have stopped before you spoke

Listening to lies, the pain doesn't suit me
The gift that you gave me, I put it away
I couldn't look at it, it made me think of you
You get in the way

You change your shoelaces
I light firecrackers
You step on the sparks
You change your shoelaces
I light firecrackers

Spend time alone, find a stick in the basement
Drink water and gold dust and die of impatience
Electric like static, no need to speak
It's not right, but it's not wrong so I wrote this song

I wrote this song, is that what you want?
You got what you want, does it make you feel better?
The smirk on your face and a gun at my head
Come to my place and ask to be fed

You change your shoelaces
I light firecrackers
You get in the way
You get in the way

You want to suffer show me you're angry
Fight with your fists up, call for your mommy
You want to suffer, show me you're angry

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Basement Kiss - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Basement Kiss
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello, Cait O Riordan

Lyric:
Lucy Grace can't show her face down
In the North End Road for in Belgravia
Rumors have been whispered
And suggestions have been made

Did you sell your friends out
When the heat got too intense?
You say you like the danger
But it's only a pretense

You say you need the money
When everybody knows you can always
Fall back on your inheritance

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?

Who's that sneaking 'round the door?
You can't come here no more
Can't you go home again?
She used to sit alone for hours
Spend her evenings watering dried flowers

When her mother came to stay
And finally went to bed
Lucy Grace was in the front room
Shooting through your head
She tried to take your breath away
And give you something else instead

Next year she'll serve her function
In that Audrey Hepburn hat
It still won't suit her much
But she'll get over that

She'll be pale and feign indifference
As they're handling out the prizes
Spilling Daddy's pearls of wisdom
And her ugly sister's tranquillizers

Why were you so tardy putting up your guard?
When you hurt so easily and you try so hard

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?

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Daft Punk Is Playing At My House - Lyrics - Lcd Soundsystem - Lcd Soundsystem

Title: Daft Punk Is Playing At My House
Album: Lcd Soundsystem
Artist: Lcd Soundsystem
Composer(s): James Murphy

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Lyric:
Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
I'll show you the ropes kid, show you the ropes
I got a bus and a trailer at my house, my house
I'll show you the ropes kid, show you the ropes
I bought 15 cases for my house, my house
All the furniture is in the garage

Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You've got to set them up kid, set them up
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set them up, set them up

Well, Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
I've waited 7 years and 15 days
There's every kid for miles at my house, my house
And the neighbors can't call the police
There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house
Because the jocks can't get in the door

When Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You've got to set them up kid, set them up
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah

You've got to set them up, set them up
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set them up, set them up

Well, everybody's lined up at my house, my house
And Sara's girlfriend is working the door
Got everybody's PA at my house, my house
All the robots descend from the bus
There's a freakout brewin' at my house, my house
In the basement

'Cause Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You've got to set them up kid, set them up
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah

You've got to set them up, set them up
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah
You've got to set them up, set them up

And never, never let them go
No never, never, never let them go
Oh, never, never, never let them go
Let 'em go

Never, never, never let them go
Oh never, never, never let them go
Never, never, never let them go
Let them go

Downtown

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The Cinema Show - Lyrics - Selling England By The Pound - Genesis

Title: The Cinema Show
Album: Selling England By The Pound
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Phil Collins, Anthony Banks, Peter Gabriel, Steve Hackett

Lyric:
Home from work our Juliet
Clears her morning meal
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal

I will make my bed
She said, but turned to go
Can she be late for her Cinema show?
Cinema show?

Romeo locks his basement flat
And scurries up the stair
With head held high and floral tie
A weekend millionaire

I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries
Can he fail
Armed with his chocolate surprise ?

Take a little trip back with Father Tiresias
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through
I have crossed between the poles
For me there's no mystery

Once a man like the sea I raged
Once a woman like the earth I gave
And there is in fact more earth than sea

Take a little trip back with Father Tiresias
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through
I have crossed between the poles
For me there's no mystery

Once a man, like the sea I raged
Once a woman, like the earth I gave
And there is in fact more earth than sea

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Replacement Girl - Lyrics - Trey Songz

Title: Replacement Girl
Artist: Trey Songz
Composer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Tyler Mathew Williams

Lyric:
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement

Lat me show what it is
I was born up top but was raised at the bottom of the map
Where the girls all thick and the hottest niggas rap
If you lookin' for the goods then we got in the trap like

Ooo wee
Took 'em from white snakes to
Ooo wee
This metaphor might sound a little confusing but

Y'all don't really even know me yeah, yeah
I done come all way from the Days Inn
And all the hotels that stayed in
I took my lifestyle from mediocre to good
And now I say it's sittin' at amazing

Girls tryin' sell a whole lobby of us
Hear 'em all screamin', then it's probably is
But I can't blame females
Females can't really ignore something this obvious

What you really expect when I strut through town
Two or three days I shut you down
Chilin' wit the homie Trey Songz
You call him the prince he rep two up two down

Anyone I know get used to me
I'm far from the man that I used to be
I don't ever really kick game
I know you find it impressing whenever you introduced to me

'Cause I'm a good dude who take pride in that
Need good lovin' I'm providing that
Understand that I'm worldwide
You get who you want it wherever you be residing at

'Cause I do things from the M-town to the UK
From Spain back out to Texas
This album's for my fans
But yo this hook is for my exes

This one is for you, girl
You know who you are, girl
You only show your face
'Cause you know that I'm a star, girl

What you trying to, to make it
Don't ever mistake it
'Cause my time is limited
And I ain't trying to waste it all on you

You had a chance, now it's gone, ooh
You had a man, now you don't
Back to the basics, I think I made it
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement girl

Ain't ya never seen a yougin' so fly
Lookin' for someone your type
I done left behind the love of my life
Tryin' to find another one tonight

And if it's you baby, let yourself be seen
Don matter skirts, dresses or jeans
I got that work, know what I mean
And I'm flexing on my ex if you know what mean

This one is for you, girl
You know who you are, girl
You only show your face
'Cause you know that I'm a star, girl

What you trying to, to make it
Don't ever mistake it
'Cause my time is limited
And I ain't trying to waste it all on you

You had a chance, now it's gone, ooh
You had a man, now you don't
Back to the basics, I think I made it
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement girl

Check this out, from the that she get picked for some take out
Until they slip up and break out
But it's another story over here at Drake's house
'Cause I'm dripped up and I'm draped out

And I'm lean back, scoping
Looking for a woman that I should wife
Who got just the right amount of loyalty
Yeah but is still anticipating us living the good life

We go LA, VA, NY to
Sunshine in that heat stroke
And them fur hoods in that deep snow

We have breakfast in the bedroom
Break bread downstairs in the basement
Since Jay and Kelz ain't doing the thing no more
Guess me and the boy Songz is the replacement

This one is for you, girl
You know who you are, girl
You only show your face
'Cause you know that I'm a star, girl

What you trying to, to make it
Don't ever mistake it
'Cause my time is limited
And I ain't trying to waste it all on you

You had a chance, now it's gone, ooh
You had a man, now you don't
Back to the basics, I think I made it
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement girl

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Let's go

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I Wanna... - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: I Wanna...
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Christopher Sheppard, Ricardo Brown, Andrea Piskunov, Sean Singleton, Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
For all the girls you know you in the garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck
To my baby girl Denim
You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body

Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah gangsta style
Ha, check it, I wanna fuck
To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck
Young ladies, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck what so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You never stop suckin' me off for as long as I'm breakin' you off
I never go soft show you who's boss
But you got to stay wet for me to confess
That you fuck best than all the rest

See me personally murder the weed
Lovin the speed, rumble the seeds
Fuckin' and hee, funny's runnin' with me have you comin' for me
You think you special, you lunchin', you know you just me

You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right
Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and
Definitely nasty, undeniably freeze, grab me a Henney
Bow down surrender to me

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck
Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut
All over your face and on your butt
Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs
She get crazy for cocoa nuts

Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed kick over the lamp shade
Ass come equipped with an ash tray
Call me a taxi, I'm nasty
Don't be nervous, check my escort service
Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus

So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it
While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it
Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
Snake eyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis

Wild sex and me now that's monotonous
I'm man floss the rocks and shit
Quick to have your baby momma coppin' it
Baby momma coppin' it

Might as give you well till I take you home
Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan
Promise me baby that I can take you home
Take you to my room confront the freak in you
Run you through my groove, hey, that's what you wanna do

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter
I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder
I'm all about sex, gettin' pussy that's wet
Fuckin' bitches in the stretch
Ridin' to the bank, cashin' my checks

Smokin', sipping 'Zay and Mo' Wet, bitch on the left
Tellin' me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit
If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it
Just get down on the floor and strip naked

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap

Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, with me and my homies
I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes
I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass
Fifty five cheaters, quick ass we get ass, we get cash
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka

This is how we do it over here nigga
Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga
I guess I got to tell them what the time they were
Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga

'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy

Let's play house, what you talkin' 'bout
Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out
All the way from Philly to the dirty south
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for that, I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck

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Cats And Dogs - Lyrics - City High - City High

Title: Cats And Dogs
Album: City High
Artist: City High
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, Wyclef Jean, Claudette Ortiz, Jerry Duplessis, Robby Pardlo

Lyric:
City High, City High, '99, '99

If you my dog, let me hear you bark
It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart
Split you apart, you should've kept your guard
Trying to play it hard last night pulled up in a black Lex in a yard

Talk a lotta Ra Ra, ya gonna murder me
You got the wrong conspiracy, this ain't Kennedy
Jealousy get ya no where wit Lady C
You want a wish you better I dream of genie

Yo, all I left her was a broken heart
And a bunch of lies that I told her
And I bounced before the sheets, were warm
See, I'm the type to love them
And leave them for no reason, I'll be out the door
I don't catch feelings 'cuz my heart is cold

See, I'm that brother that your mother tried to warn you 'bout
But you just had to try it, now you crying on yo mamas couch
You put your heart in the fire, baby, it burned up
So, here's a little story 'bout a lesson you should learn from

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But me, I picked the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at her feet she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love 'cuz I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But, the trust I had in women as been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at her feet she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love, 'cause I'm always gettin' hurt

Well, first of all it ain't my fault that the chick broke your heart
If you was hurt, you should have told me from the start
Instead of sending me the flowers all that candy and the Gucci shit
On the phone for hours gassing me like I'm some groupy bitch

I've been hurt too, but that don't mean I'll hurt you
Never did I burn you, or front you like some do
Now, look at what we've come to it's young and it's stupid
How you blaming all of us for one chick that was rooking

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But you, you put the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at your feet, you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cause I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But the trust I have in men has been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at your feet you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cuz I'm always gettin' hurt

I thought you was a angel God sent to me, must have be
But the memory of our love burned like a rub burned
But a thug learned never put your heart in a flame
Be a part of the game, play smart in the game

But I was young back then, dumb back then
But nowadays how I plays not the same
Controlling these games I know it can't do the pain
So don't come cry to me, lie to me

These days these women, just leave you bustin'
Penny less stuck with no benefits
Fucking for Benjamins, suckers like Guinea pigs
Thinking they innocent

If I let them in again, I may never win again
Like the Bulls with no Jordon, apifiniit
So when no love strong enough for me to be steppin' in
Where the booga basement love don't win for no more baby face it

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But me, I picked the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at her feet, she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love 'cuz I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But, the trust I had in women as been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at her feet, she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love, 'cause I'm always gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But you, you put the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at your feet, you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cause I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But the trust I have in men has been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at your feet, you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cuz I'm always gettin' hurt

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Maybe Someday - Lyrics - Splender

Title: Maybe Someday
Artist: Splender
Composer(s): Waymon Boone

Lyric:
And if I gave you the sun, would you take it home?
And if I gave you a gun would you feel alone?
And if I bothered you much then tell me to walk away
Away, away, away

Throw me a loan to stop all the stones
And I would steal you the flesh to sew on your bones
And if you show me a sign then I'm gonna die for you
For you, for you, for you, that's all I have to say

Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay

Blow up the clothes, they never appear
And if you ever got sad, I would choke on your tears
So you should show me the line, I'm standing behind for you
For you, for you, for you

'Cause I've been a vagrant who lives in a basement
And every single day I just try to replace it
So show me a sign and I'm telling you one last time
One time, one time, one time, that's all I have to say

Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay
Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay

No pain, no blood, no oxygen
No breaks, no cuts, no sentences
No time, no way, to work this in
So where do I begin

So if you gave me a loan I'd give it all back
And if you wanna get stoned I won't stop you from that
But if you wanna believe that I got a need for you
For you, for you, for you, that's all I have to say

Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay
Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay

But there'll be hell to pay, but there'll be hell to pay
But there'll be hell to pay, but there'll be hell to pay
But there'll be hell to pay, but there'll be hell to pay
...

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Super Star - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Super Star
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Rudolph Lopez, Wasalu Jaco

Lyric:
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera's here
And the microphones and they wanna know
Oh, oh, oh

If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the crowd is here
And the lights are on and they want a show
Oh, oh, oh, yeah

Yeah, uh, a fresh cool young Lu
Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2
Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue
The world brought me to my knees
What have you brung you?

Did you improve on the design?
Did you do something new?
Well, your name ain't on the guest list
Who brung you?

You, the more famous person you come through
And the sexy lady next to you come to
And then it hit me, standing outside of heaven
Waiting for God to come and get me

I'm too uncouth, unschooled to the rules and two gum shoe
Too much of a newcomer and too uncool
Like Shadow and Lavelle, I battle with it well
Though I need a holiday like lady who song blue
Go back whatever you did you undo
Heavy is heaven, the devil on my two tons too

If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera's here
And the microphones and they wanna know
Oh, oh, oh, yeah

And you better wear your shades
The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage
Down through the basement
Passed the Indian graves where the dinosaurs laid

And out through China nearly misses air liners
Magnified times five this is pointed at the rhymer
Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest a blaze
Now that's important to say, 'cause even with all of that
Most of us don't want it to fade

We want it to braid, meaning we want it to grow
Meaning we want it to stay like the governor called
And they told him to wait, unstrap him from the chair
Put him back in his cage

The audience ain't fazed
They ain't gone clap and they ain't gone praise
They want everything back that they paid
'Cause they been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim

If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear the crowd is here
And the lights are on and they want a show
Oh, oh, oh, yeah

So chauffeur, chauffeur come and take me away
'Cause I been standing in this line for like five whole days
Me and security ain't getting along
And when I got to the front they told me all of the tickets were gone

So just take me home where the mood is mellow
And the roses are thrown, M&M's are yellow
And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker
Everybody gets a nice autograph picture

One for you and one for your sister
Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener
Every songs a favorite song and Mikes don't feed back
All the reviewers say you need to go and see that

And everybody claps 'cause everybody is pleased
Then they all take the stage and start performing for me
Like ha, ha, haha, ha
Ha, ha, haha, ha, ha

If you are what you say you are a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera's here
And the microphones and they wanna know
Oh, oh, oh

If you are what you say you are a superstar
Then have no fear the crowd is here
And the lights are on and they want a show
Oh, oh, oh, yeah

If you are what you say you are
Then have no fear

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Memory Lane - Lyrics - From a Basement on the Hill - Elliott Smith

Title: Memory Lane
Album: From a Basement on the Hill
Artist: Elliott Smith
Composer(s): Elliott Smith

Lyric:
This is the place you'll end up
When you lose the chase
Where you're dragged against your will
From a basement on the hill

And all anybody knows
Is you're not like them
And they kick you in the head
And send you back to bed

Isolation pulled you passed a tunnel to a bright world
Where you can make a place to stay
But everybody's scared of this place, they're stayin' away
You're little house on memory lane

The mayor's name is Fear
His voice patrols the pier
From a mountain of cliche
That advances everyday

The doctor spoke of clout
He reigned out loud
"You'll keep your doors and windows shut
And swear you'll never show a soul again"

But isolation pushes you ?til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever take
But everybody's scared of this place, they're stayin' away
You're little house on memory lane

If it's your decision to be
Open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else

I'm comfortable apart
It's all written on my chart
And I take what's given me
Most cooperatively

I do what people say
And lie in bed all day
Absolutely horrified
I hope you're satisfied

Isolation pushes past self hatred, guilt and shame
To a place where sufferin' is just a game
But everybody's scared of this place, they're stayin' away
Your little house on memory lane
Your little house on memory lane

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Doowutchyalike - Lyrics - Sex Packets - Digital Underground

Title: Doowutchyalike
Album: Sex Packets
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Garry Marshall Shider, Jr., George Clinton, David Elliott, Gregory E. Jacobs, David L. Spradley

Lyric:
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound
Well, it's the Underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check it out
Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight
We're gonna say what we like

'Cause, yo, yo, we wanna know how many people in the flow
Would like to just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike
Yeah, well tonight's your night
Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood
And doowutchyalike
Yeah, and doowutchyalike, everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class
Let's all get together and have a few laughs
And do what we like
Yeah, and do what we like, yeah
And since you came here you gotta show and prove
And do that dance, until it don't move
Doowutchyalike
Sometimes I bite

Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat
And if you're dirty, then go take a bath
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese
Have a neck bone, you don't have to say please
Eat wutch ya like, yo, smell how ya like
Everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, doowutchyalike, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
(Whatever you like to do, talk how ya like)
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool
'Cause everybody's gonna strip, and jump in the pool
And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like
Homegirls, for once, forget you got class
See a guy you like, just grab 'em in the biscuits
And doowutchyalike

Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down
And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like
From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner
Ditch digger or a governor
Just doowutchyalike
Look how ya like

Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected
[Incomprehensible] had to be deaf
I say what I like
Like I said, sometimes we bite
Even though you don't think it's right, yo, I like to bite
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong
You got to admit, it's a new type of song
Doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, go where ya like
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, do who ya like
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Alright, here we go, y'all, doowutchyalike

Talk how ya like
Drink wutch ya like
Grab who ya like
Feel wutch ya like
Eat wutch ya like
Scratch where ya like
Itch if ya like
Daddy, can I go outside?
Huh, go where ya like, kid

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If this record is currently being played at your station
We will provide the following time for you
To announce your station identification
We'd also like to add that we've now reached
The three-and-a-half minute mark of this song
Radio stations may begin your fade here
For those that would like help, we will start your fade for you

Now if this record is being played at a club, disco
Lounge, house, basement, or block party
Car stereo, stoop, or at any other social gathering
We will now allow the beat to continue
And proceed to give you more of what you like
This message has been brought to you by the makers of
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I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk
Daddy, can I eat some ice cream?
Look, I told you kid, eat wutch ya like, okay?

Now the beat goes on 'til the break of dawn
And just peep this, y'all, 'cause we're singin' a song
And doowutchyalike, yeah doowutchyalike
And since you came here you gotta show and prove
And do that dance, until it don't move, and doowutchyalike
Like I said, sometimes we bite, now we're all gettin' stupid
And actin' a fool, anything that ya really wanna do is cool
So, Goldfingers, cut wutch ya like

Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat
And if you're dirty, then go take a bath
And doowutchyalike
Stetsasonics, adjust for the hip hop fans
And since we're not your average everyday rap band
Yo, Piano Man, play how ya like

Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool
Everybody's gonna strip, and jump in the pool
An' what, wait a minute, wait a minute
Don't take your clothes off yet, not yet
Wait 'til we get home
Now if you wear corrective shoes and you got big bunions
Toenails smell and look like onions, don't doowutchyalike
Go see a foot doctor tonight
Everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike
Ooh, ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just doowutchyalike
Ooh, ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

Straight hair, curled, casual and glamor
A shy girl, or loud like a bama
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana
Bad table etiquette, too much chatter
Very well spoken, or real bad grammar
I minority token, a brother in the slammer

A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder
What we're sayin' is, it really doesn't matter
I need a word that sounds like 'atta'
Slipped on a peel of banana, doowutchyalike

Yeah, cool, gettin' stupid
Once again you got the sound of the Underground
Baby Dope is in the house
Boy, yea, are we puttin' things in check, Baby D?
Too stupid check
I'm wit' it, yea, yo Dave
Let's show 'em some old school

It makes no sense just standin' around
Come on everybody, let's all hang out
Yeah, and doowutwelike
From a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
Come on, young ladies, let's have good times
And doowutwelike

Now, I can sing, I can dance, I'm the king of romance
Are you sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed tonight
Vanessa Williams, ooh, you're so divine
Just wanted to put your name in my rhyme
And doowutchyalike
Yeah, everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
I see, I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'

End the record how we like

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Sad - Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands - Lyrics - Blonde On Blonde - Bob Dylan

Title: Sad - Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands
Album: Blonde On Blonde
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who do they think could bury you ?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, And you face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you ?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you ?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you ?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you ?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners, and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you ?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side ?
How could they ever mistake you ?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you ?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you ?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them do you think could destroy you ?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

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Help Me Mary - Lyrics - Exile In Guyville - Liz Phair

Title: Help Me Mary
Album: Exile In Guyville
Artist: Liz Phair
Composer(s): Liz Phair

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Lyric:
Help me, Mary, please
I've lost my home to thieves
They bully the stereo and drink
They leave suspicious stains in the sink

They make rude remarks about me
They wonder just how wild I would be
As they egg me on and keep me mad
They play me like a pit bull in a basement and for that

I lock my door at night
I keep my mouth shut tight
I practice all my moves
I memorize their stupid rules

I make myself their friend
I'll show them just how far I can bend
As they egg me on and keep me mad
They play me like a pit bull in a basement and for that

I'm asking you, Mary, please
Temper my hatred with peace
Weave my disgust into fame
And watch how fast they run to the flame

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