Crybaby - Lyrics - Carolyn Dawn Johnson

Title: Crybaby
Artist: Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Composer(s): Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Troy Verges, Gordie Sampson

Lyric:
Familiar, this sounds so familiar
You tell me I?m a drama queen
You act like you don?t care
You look right past me like I was a ghost

Someone you don?t even know
I don?t know why I still love you
When all you do is make me

Cry, cry, cry baby
I don?t know why, I think you?re gonna save me
You just stand and watch my tears hit the floor
Like it doesn?t even matter anymore

I don?t really wanna leave tonight
But I don?t wanna be your crybaby

Lonely, I can take being lonely
I?ve kinda gotten used to it
You treat me like you don?t know me
Well maybe you never did
They say there?s nothin? to it

Cry, cry, cry baby
I don?t know why, I think you?re gonna save me
You just stand and watch my tears hit the floor
Like it doesn?t even matter anymore

I don?t really wanna leave tonight
But I don?t wanna be your crybaby

Someone?s gotta do it
So I?m telling you goodbye
And all I wanna do is

Cry, cry, cry baby
I don?t know why, I think you?re gonna save me
You just stand and watch my tears hit the floor
Like it doesn?t even matter anymore

I don?t really wanna leave tonight
But I don?t wanna be your crybaby

I don?t really wanna leave tonight
And it rips me apart inside
But I?m not gonna be your crybaby
No I?m not gonna be your cry, crybaby

You just stand and watch my tears hit the floor
Like it doesn?t even matter anymore
I don?t really wanna leave tonight
But I don?t wanna be your crybaby

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Boy - Lyrics - Darren Hayes

Title: Boy
Artist: Darren Hayes
Composer(s): Marius De Vries, Darren Hayes

Lyric:
Stand up straight
Boy, tuck your shirt
Wipe your face
Nobody likes a crybaby
Boy, baby boy

Dry your eyes
Welcome to the world
Boy, stand up straight
Baby boy

Dry your eyes
(Don't hit your sister)
Don't hit your sister
Shut your mouth
Wipe your hands

Don't you cry
Tuck your shirt
Turn off the TV
Don't hit your sister
Get a job, turn it down

Find a girl
Rule the world
(Do you call that music)
Don't sing high
Boy

Use your sense
(Cut your hair)
Get what you want
Shoot your gun
Cut your hair
(Cut your hair)

Drop your phone
Dance with your hands down
Use your name
Rule the world
(Keep it inside)

It's your right now
Don't hit your sister
(Nobody likes a crybaby)
We like girls who are thinner, baby
(Don't hit your sister)

Nobody likes a crybaby boy
Baby boy
Stake your coin
(Shut your mouth)
Drive your car
(What's is your problem)

Buy a bigger one
(Tuck your shirt in)
(Cat caught in your tongue)
Choose a book
(Don't make me show you)

Shoot your gun
(If I have to find it)
Don't get me angry
Don't sing high
(I have to use it again)
(Don't make me)

Don't get me angry
(I don't have to use it again)
Baby, baby
(Shut your mouth)
Baby boy
(Don't hit your sister)

Keep the noise down
Boy, use your sense
Baby boy
(Nobody likes a crybaby, boy)

Lift some weights
Win the race
Baby boy
Tuck your shirt

Everybody likes a winner, baby
(Don't hit your sister)
Everybody likes a winner, baby
Everybody likes a winner
Everybody likes a sinner, baby

Ace the test
Find a girl, buy a home
(Clean your plates)
Settle down
(Eat your vegetable)

Keep your feelings deep inside
(Don't be late)
Don't sing high
Don't make me use it
We like girls who are thinner, baby

Better lift some weights
We like girls who are thinner, baby
Feed your dog
(Better lift some weights)
(Shut your mouth)

Shoot your gun
Drop your phone
Drive your car
(Don't make me angry)

It's your right now
Don't sing high now
Find a girl
Clean your room
Baby, baby, baby, baby boy
(If I have to find it you'll be sorry)

We like boys who are trimmer, baby
We like girls who are thinner, baby
Boy, baby boy

We like girls who are thinner, baby
Baby boy, don't sing high
Boy, baby boy
Go to sleep

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So So Long - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Every Mile a Memory - Dierks Bentley

Title: So So Long
Album: Greatest Hits: Every Mile a Memory
Artist: Dierks Bentley
Composer(s): Dierks Bentley, James M. Beavers, Brett Beavers

Lyric:
Girl I caught you in your little white lie
Red handed, red handed
You said you had to work tonight
But here you are dancin', slow dancin'

In this honky tonk with someone else
And all you got to say for yourself is so so?
I'm sorry, so?

So, so long bye bye baby
I'll catch you on the flip side maybe, don't you
Slip slide on a tear when you find me gone

Go, go on, cry crybaby
Those tears are gonna drip drop maybe
But you're gonna miss my good love baby
For so so long, so so long

Let me buy you a goodbye drink
Make it a double, a double
'Cause I've seen everything I need to see
You're nothin' but trouble, big trouble

And one other thing before I go
I wanna tell you that I think you're so, so, so
Aw, I ain't gonna sink that low

So, so long bye bye baby
I'll catch you on the flip side maybe, don't you
Slip slide on a tear when you find me gone

Go, go on, cry crybaby
Those tears are gonna drip drop maybe
But you're gonna miss my good love baby
For so so long, so so long

I bet you think I'm gonna let it slide
The way you're flashin' me those puppy dog eyes
Right? Yeah, right
Right? Wrong

So, so long, bye bye baby
I'll catch you on the flip side maybe, don't you
Slip slide on a tear when you find me gone, long gone

G-g-go on, cry crybaby
Those tears are gonna drip drop maybe
But you're gonna miss my good love baby
For so so long
For so so long, so so long

See ya

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Crybaby - Lyrics - Information Society

Title: Crybaby
Artist: Information Society
Composer(s): Paul Robb

Lyric:
If I could say I still loved you
I would do it for you
And if I could say that I'd be true
I would do it, you know I would do it

But I can't ignore
The lives I've lived before
And you will find
That you can't change my mind

So cry, baby, cry, I don't care anymore
Cry, baby, cry, 'cause I'm out the door

If I could stop the hands of time
I would do it on a dime
And if I could say that you're still mine
I would do it, you know I would do it

But life goes on
And I am already gone
What can you say?
I'm still running away

So cry, baby, cry, I don't care anymore
Cry, baby, cry, 'cause I'm out the door
Cry, baby, cry, turn your gray skies blue
Cry, baby, cry, 'cause I'm over you

So cry, baby, cry, I don't care anymore
Cry, baby, cry, 'cause I'm out the door
Cry, baby, cry, turn your gray skies blue
Cry, baby, cry, 'cause I cried for you, for you

For you, for you, for you
For you, for you, for you
For you

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Crybaby - Lyrics - Mariah Carey

Title: Crybaby
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Trey Lorenz, Gene Griffin, Aaron Hall, Timothy Gatling, Teddy Riley, Calvin Broadus, Howie Hersh, Mariah Carey

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Lyric:
Yo what's happenin'?
What you're cryin' for?
You know you look too damn good to be cryin'
Come here
How about a player
DPG style, you know, you know

When I think of our untimely end
And everything we could have been
I cry, baby I cry

Okay so it's 5 a.m and I still can't sleep
Took some medicine but it's not working
Someone's clinging to me and it's bittersweet
'Cause he's head over heels but it ain't that deep

I finally changed my number got a different pager
Then last Saturday your cousin called to say you're
Tryin' to reach me probably because you see that
I'm with someone new

Late at night like a little child
Wandering 'round alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Sipping Bailey's Cream by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio
I'm suppressing the tears but they start to flow
'Cause the next song I hear is a song I wrote

When we first got together early that September
I can't bear to listen so I might as well drift
In the kitchen pour another glass or two
And I try to forget you

Late at night like a little child
Wandering 'round alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Baby hear me when I say let that man be on his way
Don't even waste your time and worry how he handle thangz
Baby hear me when I say a playa feelin' good today
Don't even waste your time watch how I handle thangz
Man you's a fool for this
But on the real dog I'm cool with this we do and this
D O double G Y
Kiss the girls and make them cry

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

I don't get no sleep, I'm half awake
Can't stop thinking of you and me
And everything we used to be
It could have been so perfectly

I cry, I cry, I cry
Oh I gotta give me some sleep
And I cry, cry, cry, cry
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry
You and I
Over you and me

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry
Baby and I

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Let'S Be Specific - Tragedy, Raekwon, + More - Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Title: Let'S Be Specific - Tragedy, Raekwon, + More
Artist: Funkmaster Flex
Composer(s): Percy Lee Chapman, Cool Whip Freddie Foxx, Havoc Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Raekwon Tragedy Corey Woods

Lyric:
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all

You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical guns bust
Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman

Running to your bitch ass Batcave
Be aware when you witness and turn like Burger maids
Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down
And crying out for you ladies, motherfucking crybaby

One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

Foot up [unverified] fitted if you got work
We lying in sooken put you on your back, sent you on your way
Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns
In your Louis in Brooklyn
Getting over from the fo'er wit the dress stower

Got the 80, oh don't think [unverified] nickel want to roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making T's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies

Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit
One time searching me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys

The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming
My crews mega wit more gun play then Sega

Pick up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo
Fuck one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo
Mr Danny got me acting like that

Squeeze macs outta state, [unverified] one in your tracks
I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs

One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo

It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papers, staying drape wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk

For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the island
Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyest, watch the ice turn blue

But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes
Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex

I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga 'cuz you saw
99 push ups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the fuck out, I'm stomping on mice

They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up
Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up

Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the black rock down to rhyme sayer
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull

One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

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Choking Tara - Lyrics - Guided By Voices

Title: Choking Tara
Artist: Guided By Voices
Composer(s): Robert E. Pollard Jr.

Lyric:
Days into weeks she rattled my mind
We stayed out all week got happy this time
She fills empty space kinda need it that way
Crybaby says bye to me

Can't imagine that all our troubles will go away
And I could catch her and break the falls
I could snatch her with beaks and claws

Today when every fake it decides to make it
They just can't take it away
Shove it, 'cuz I'll just stay like an ugly unwanted stray
Don't care what you say

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Let'S Be Specific - Cool Whip - Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Title: Let'S Be Specific - Cool Whip
Album: The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk
Artist: Funkmaster Flex
Composer(s): Percy Lee Chapman, Cool Whip Freddie Foxx, Havoc Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Raekwon Tragedy Corey Woods

Lyric:
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all

You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical guns bust
Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman

Running to your bitch ass Batcave
Be aware when you witness and turn like Burger maids
Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down
And crying out for you ladies, motherfucking crybaby

One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

Foot up [unverified] fitted if you got work
We lying in sooken put you on your back, sent you on your way
Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns
In your Louis in Brooklyn
Getting over from the fo'er wit the dress stower

Got the 80, oh don't think [unverified] nickel want to roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making T's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies

Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit
One time searching me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys

The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming
My crews mega wit more gun play then Sega

Pick up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo
Fuck one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo
Mr Danny got me acting like that

Squeeze macs outta state, [unverified] one in your tracks
I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs

One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo

It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papers, staying drape wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk

For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the island
Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyest, watch the ice turn blue

But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes
Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex

I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga 'cuz you saw
99 push ups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the fuck out, I'm stomping on mice

They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up
Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up

Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the black rock down to rhyme sayer
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull

One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific

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