Dr. Doktor - Lyrics - Gluecifer

Title: Dr. Doktor
Artist: Gluecifer
Composer(s): Frithjof Jacobsen, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Arne C. Skagen, Kare Vestrheim, Danny Young, Stig Atle Amundsen

Lyric:
I got the drip runnin' into my arm
It got me fillin' up on fluid like a water balloon
A gene modified and out of control
It got me creepin' up the walls like a speedy baboon

I'm saying, doctor won't you put on your glove
Sweet, sweet doctor won't you put on the show

A cool hand and a hot heart
Undone buttons God you're looking so smart
A sharp wit and a trolley of dope
You got me yellin' in your stethoscope

You can chain me down, you can put me in a cast
You can make my pain go, you can make it last
Put me on the table put me in an iron lung
Rub me where it hurts, doctor rub me where you stung

Cut me up, cut me up and see
Cut me up and take this beating heart from me
Cut me up, cut me where it hurts
Cut it out and throw it, give it to the nurse

You're dressed in whites and I'm not dressed at all
I got my hand yankin' on the cord I'm waiting for the call
I got the fever burnin' holes in my skin
And I am assuming the position you can come right in

And plug my cable
Into all those shining machines
It's gonna be a heavy reading
Well, if you know what I mean

Cut me up, cut me up and see
Cut me up and take this beating heart from me
Cut me up, cut me where it hurts
Cut it out and throw it, give it to the nurse

Cut me up, cut me up and see
Cut me up and take this beating heart from me
Cut me up, cut me where it hurts
Cut it out and throw it, give it to the nurse

Cut me up
Cut me up
Come on and cut me up

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Cut - Lyrics - Drive - Graham Colton Band

Title: Cut
Album: Drive
Artist: Graham Colton Band
Composer(s): Kevin M Griffin, Graham Colton, Brian Turton

Lyric:
The light is breakin' through the window
We count the miles
Do you hum to static in your own life?
Or the radio?

Cut a little bit of me out tonight
Take a little bit of me inside to make you right
Cut a little bit of me out tonight
Cut a little bit, cut a little bit
Cut a little bit, cut a little bit

If you want, you know that we could drive forever
Do you wanna go?
Do you feel that you never really found your station in life?
I'm the radio

Cut a little bit of me out tonight
Take a little bit of me inside to make you right
Cut a little bit of me out tonight
Cut a little bit cut a little bit
Cut a little bit cut a little bit

You're drivin' off with the brakes on
Come on out to me, yeah
Come on out to me, yeah

I wish you could see everything that you could be
If you just let go

Cut a little bit of me out tonight
Take a little bit of me inside to make you right
Cut a little bit of me out tonight
Cut a little bit cut a little bit
Cut a little bit cut a little bit

So come on out to me
So come on out to me
So come on out to me
Yeah come on out to me

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Cut It Out - Lyrics - Shaming Of The Sun - Indigo Girls

Title: Cut It Out
Album: Shaming Of The Sun
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray, Emily Ann Saliers

Lyric:
Sittin' in Darwin's theory
You're down in the forty-eight
I'm practicin' politics
You're practicin' guitar and stayin' out late
How'd we get so turned around?
Why did we make it so hard?
Why can't we cut it out tender?
Give us something good to remember

Hey my, my, my rock star
Saw your feet leave the ground
You said all I wanted to be is loud
I was usherin' your friends in
I was, I was
I was tryin' to clear the aisles
How'd you get so turned around?
Why did you make it so hard?
Why can't you cut it out I'm tender?
Give me something good to remember

I said
Cut it out
Cut it all out

So it's Alaska in the summertime
In the wintertime I'm free
The days are short cold and wasted
Nowhere is warm enough for me
Baby you tell me what happened
Why did I make it so hard?
Can't I cut it our you're tender?
Give you something good to remember

Baby you tell me what happened
(Why did we make it so hard?)
How did I make it so hard
(Can you tell me what happened?)
I wonder
Oh cut it out I'm tender
(Why did we make it so hard?)
Give me something
Give me something good to remember
(Why did we make it so hard?)
(Why did we make it so hard?)
(Can you tell me what happened?)
(Why did we make it so hard?)
(Can you tell me what happened?)
(Why did you make it so hard?)
(Can you tell me what happened?)
(Why did we make it so hard?)
(Can you tell me what happened?)

I said
Cut it out
Cut it all out
Cut it out
Cut it all out

Hey my, my, my rock star
(Cut it out)
How did we get so turned around?
(Cut is all out)
(Hey my, my, my rock star)
Cut it all out now
Cut it all out now
(Hey my, my, my rock star)
(How did we get so turned around?)
Cut it all out now
Cut it all out now
(Hey my, my, my rock star)
Cut it all out now
Cut it all out now
(Hey my, my, my rock star)
(How did we get so turned around?)
Cut it all out now
Cut it all out now
(Hey my, my, my)
Cut it all out

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Cut Me Out - Lyrics - The Toadies

Title: Cut Me Out
Artist: The Toadies
Composer(s): Todd Lewis, Darrel W Herbert

Lyric:
Lay there with the sheets pulled up over your head
How long do you think you can play dead?
Underneath the skin I am, pinchin' and fingerin'
Every nerve, every thought do you think you can cut me out

Do you think you can cut me out
Who you tryin' to kid, let me tell you a little 'bout myself
I live deeper than any blade can get at
So steady your hand you think you can then cut me out

I been keepin' me a list
Of every wicked thing you did
Scrawled across the walls of my cell

A little [unverified]
A little skin
A little cage to keep me in
Do you think you can let me go

Now do you think you can cut me out
Who you tryin' to kid let me tell you a little about myself
I live deeper than any blade can get at
So steady your hand you think you can then cut me out

A little [unverified]
A little skin
A little cage to keep me in

Lay there with the sheets pulled up over your head
How long do you think you can play dead?

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Sell It Out - Lyrics - Watermelon Chicken & Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Sell It Out
Album: Watermelon Chicken & Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Brian Scott, James Chambers, Melvin Adams, Ryan Anthony

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Lyric:
Smoked the bong to the bang and got drunk
Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty
From my song my hands, I ain't tryin be ya buddy
Let a player cut somethin *scratching*
Now it's on anything that got drunk
Skully took it strong to the brain, and I'm
Talkin dirty to this broad, "where yo' mayne?"
Think about it, till early in the mo'nin, bout 7 30
Get it on with the Philly, light the blunt and hell it's on
If ya tryna hit me, then hit me on my cella-phone
Really homes, take a hunnie with the silicone
Tighter than an S-Type sittin right on plenty chrome
Strong in the game, but not to play with anyone
Yeaga like to dance, but not just to any song
Gotta be the one, that rep well clear from
"No perm, no fade, no brush, no comb"

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Made the next call for the drink, the drinkstraight to the head
Stuck on the wall, thumbtack, but what I shoulda did
Focus on the sack and sip just a little bit
Blame it on the Jack D, get back to the chick
Look I'm a mack, I think ya ass fulla shit
It ain't the way ya talkin broad, who ya think ya foolin wit?
Any nigga off the street, he game, school the chick
A hoe is a hoe fa sho', and any shoe'll fit
Call it what you want, blunt lit in the club drunk
Drunk than a muh'fucker, split tryna cut somethin
Quick now us want somethin, and the broad lookin thick
Whattchu think he slicker than the liquor tryna move his dick?

Now hold upwhat? Stophuh?
Somebody roll the weed up, feet up
V.I.P. lookin all G'd up, hair stay P'd up
Can't talk long gotta cut somethin, see ya

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?
Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?
Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?
Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Nappy Roots, get it up at a sold out show
Cut her to, give it up when ya tho' that dough
Don't be playin no games, what I told that hoe
Forget her name, but she gone lemme cut that's all I know
Now I'm horny as a pitbull
Some alcohol 'case I mess around and cut somethin
Get fooled, at the bar smoke somethin
It's cool, hit the telly, two hens in the whirlpool

Steady sippin on courvoisier
Ghetto type at the bar spittin the gossip-eh
That's all - lookin like Beyonce
Bout to cut, stuff brown in my cup (yeaga what?)
Hurry up dawg, tryna holla at these broads
Tell 'em I'm a playa, watch 'em cream in her drawers
Say I'm Randy Moss then her panties came off
Quicker than a wide receiver runnin out on a cross
Shake it off now

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)
Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)

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Set It Out - Lyrics - Nappy Roots

Title: Set It Out
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Brian Scott, James Chambers, Melvin Adams, Ryan Anthony

Lyric:
Smoked the bong to the bang and got crunk
Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty
From my song my hands, I ain't tryna be ya buddy
Let a player cut somethin'
Now it's on anything that got drunk
Skully took it strong to the brain, and I'm
Talkin' dirty to this broad, "Where yo' man?"
Think about it, till early in the mornin, 'bout 7:30

Get it on with the Philly, light the blunt and hell it's on
If ya tryna hit me, then hit me on my cella-phone
Really homes, take a hunnie with the silicone
Tighter than an S-type sittin' right on plenty chrome
Strong in the game, but not to play with anyone
Yeaga like to dance, but not just to any song
Gotta be the one, that rep well clear from
No perm, no fade, no brush, no comb

Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)

Made the next call for the drink, the drink straight to the head
Stuck on the wall, thumbtack, but what I shoulda did
Focus on the sack and sip just a little bit
Blame it on the Jack D, get back to the chick
Look I'm a Mack, I think ya ass fulla shit
It ain't the way ya talkin' broad, who ya think ya foolin' wit?

Any nigga off the street, he game, school the chick
A hoe is a hoe fa sho', and any shoe'll fit
Call it what you want, blunt lit in the club crunk
Drunk than a muh'fucker, split tryna cut somethin'
Quick now us want somethin', and the broad lookin' thick
Whattchu think he slicker than the liquor tryna move his dick?

Now hold up, what? Stop huh?
Somebody roll the weed up, feet up
V.I.P. lookin' all G'd up, hair stay P'd up
Can't talk long gotta cut somethin', see ya

Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)

Grow somethin', drink somethin', cut somethin', hold up, what?
Grow somethin', drink somethin', cut somethin', hold up, what?
Grow somethin', drink somethin', cut somethin', hold up, what?
Grow somethin', drink somethin', cut somethin', hold up, what?

Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)

Nappy roots, get it up at a sold out show
Cut her to, give it up when ya tho' that dough
Don't be playin' no games, what I told that hoe
Forget her name, but she gone lemme cut that's all I know
Now I'm horny as a pitbull
Some alcohol 'case I mess around and cut somethin'
Get fooled, at the bar smoke somethin'
It's cool, hit the telly, two hens in the whirlpool
Steady sippin' on courvoisier

Ghetto type at the bar spittin' the gossip-eh
That's all, lookin' like Beyonce
Bout to cut, stuff brown in my cup
(Yeaga what?)
Hurry up dawg, tryna holla at these broads
Tell 'em I'm a playa, watch 'em cream in her drawers
Say I'm Randy Moss then her panties came off
Quicker than a wide receiver runnin' out on a cross
Shake it off now

Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow somethin', drank somethin', cut somethin', what
(Set it out)
Grow, drank, cut, what
(Set it out)

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What Would You Have Me Do? - Lyrics - Here Comes The Zoo - Local H

Title: What Would You Have Me Do?
Album: Here Comes The Zoo
Artist: Local H
Composer(s): David Scott Lucas, Brian St. Clair

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Lyric:
Can you just go home defeated, take your pride and eat it?
Crawl back beaten, sources are depleted
Can you take the final hit
And admit that you were wrong?

Don't even call it even, bleedin' is believin'
Former well being, we're closing for the season
Can you take the final hit
And admit that you don't belong?

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
You're gonna have to leave it
You know you'll never need it
Wait till you see what we've planned for you

And it's heinous, so come on, come on, comeupance
You really are the star of the show right now
It's sad and strange but kinda strange
When cliches are true

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
And I am sorry to enjoy this
But what would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Can you just go home, hated, half intoxicated
Hopelessly outdated and not appreciated?
Can you take the final blow
And know that you fucked up?

Go state the overstated, keep it complicated
The over educated that hope you'll never make it
Can you take the final blow
And know, they won't be shutting up?

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
You're gonna have to leave it
You know you'll never need it
Wait till you see what we've planned for you

And it's heinous, so come on, come on, comeupance
You really are the star of the show right now
It's sad and strange but kinda strange
When cliches are true

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
And I am sorry to enjoy this
But what would you have me do?

Baby's outta town but I see the light on
What are you up to now?
Headin' for the gun, I can see rock bottom
No one will help you now

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
Gonna have to leave it
You know you'll never need it
Everything has been cut and dried for you

And it's heinous, so come on, come on, comeupance
You really are the star of the show right now
It's sad and strange but kinda strange
When cliches are true, yeah

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday now
And I am sorry to enjoy this
But what would you have me do?

What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday

Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday
Beatin' six ways till Sunday

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
You got it

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too
You got it

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too
What would you have me do?

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
Cut the phone line too
What would you have me do?

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Alright, we don't need nothing but cyanide
Pulled out teeth won't be identified
What would you have me do?

Hold tight, it's New Year's Eve
It will be cold tonight, kill the heat
And shut out all the lights
What would you have me do?

What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?

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Cut Me Off - Lyrics - Perfect Stranger

Title: Cut Me Off
Artist: Perfect Stranger
Composer(s): Rich Fagan, Gerald Smith, Michael Keith, Wynn Varble

Lyric:
You know I love to drink my share of whiskey, beer and wine
But lately I've had one too many, one too many times
So bartender, I've been thinkin' up a drinkin' resolution
I've thought about it long and hard and here is my solution

Cut me off at one tonight that's gonna be my limit
Help me look out for my elbow and watch how much I bend it
I can't stay out all night no more, I gotta get home early
So cut me off at one tonight or about one thirty

If they held a honky tonk marathon, I know I'd win the prize
'Cause every night when I crawl home the sun gets in my eyes
But tonight its gonna be different, yeah, I'm finally cuttin' down
In fact I feel so good, I think I'll buy another round

So cut me off at two tonight that's gonna be my limit
Help me look out for my elbow and watch how much I bend it
I can't stay out all night no more, I gotta get home early
So cut me off at two tonight or about two thirty

Well, there's more to life than fun
And games and it's high time that I learn
There's times you gotta sacrifice
And I guess that it's my turn

So cut me off at three tonight that's gonna be my limit
Help me look out for my elbow and watch how much I bend it
I can't stay out all night no more, I gotta get home early
So cut me off at three tonight or about three thirty

Yeah, cut me off at three tonight
Or about three thirty, yeah

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Yahh! - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabulous - Mystikal

Title: Yahh!
Album: Ghetto Fabulous
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Craig Stephen Lawson, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Da da da daah
Da da da daah
MC's
Da da da daah
Da da da daah
Yaah

Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?

Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
MC's

Break my joint, cut my tongue off if I ain't tight
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire
Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock
Let me go to hell, burn, sizzle and simmer if I don't deliver

Pull my hair out if I sell out, bury me on my stomach
Without no drawers on at all if I don't go off
Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
Let the garbage man pick me up
And get rid of me if I lose creativity

Let me get forced into sexual activity
Let me get turned out by three skank freaks
If I don't bust to the utmost of my ability
Take my head if I say it and don't feel it

Stop selling my record, give me the money back nigga
If I don't sell at least a million
Cut my dick off if I get down and don't get off
Crush my spine and cave my chest in if I come

If I ain't bad for my age and kick ass for my size
Close my fuckin' eyes if you can stop me from sayin'
Or keep me from playin'

Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?

Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
MC's

Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
MC's

Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?

Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb
I ain't gon' write no more, tear my papers
Strip clothes if it don't ship gold
Take my blessed, Baptist Holy Ghost Christian soul

If it take less than a year of playin my records and tapes
Before they can say my shit old
If it don't bang, take me out the game, call me out my name
Put me out my house, beat me out my change

Let em read my poem and tell em to seal my doom
When I'm dead read bitch ass nigga
In the ground written across my tomb
Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom

Put me in the sun and cut my air supply
If I give these niggas breathin' room
If what I'm brewin' ain't potent
If what I'm doin' ain't rollin'

Nigga, diss me, make a movie, talk about it on Oprah
Erase my fuckin' vocals, burn my fuckin' notebooks
Take my fuckin' tank from me and give it back to Goldman
I quit, my career's over, turn me upside down
And hang me from my scrotum

Da da da daah
MC's
Da da da daah
Da da da daah
MC's
Da da da daah

Yaah, yaah, yaah
Yaah, yaah, yaah
Yaah, yaah, yaah

Give me my post office application if I ain't hear from rap
Nothin' if they ass ain't shake and they hands ain't clap
Take my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin'
Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum

Flip the dial change the channel if I can't handle
Forget me if I leave this bitch
Before I put my fuckin' Grammy on the mantle
Let my next fifty concerts get canceled

If I'm scared in front the camera
Then take my fuckin' talent, take me from my family
Sneak me, fuck over me if I don't represent Louisiana
Jump my fence if I ain't the prince

Bitch keep me back if I can't keep up with the presidents
If I don't run circles around these other rap guys
Let my momma Benz get four flat tires

Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?

MC's, MC's

That's what the fuck I'm hearin' in my head
Yaah, yaah, yaah
That's what keep me going
Yaah, yaah, yaah
That's what make me fuck over you
Yaah, yaah, yaah
I can't stop that voice
Yaah, yaah, yaah

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Cuttin' Me Off - Lyrics - Journey Of A Gemini - Donell Jones

Title: Cuttin' Me Off
Album: Journey Of A Gemini
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Damon E Thomas, Antonio Dixon, Eric Dawkins, Harvey Jay Mason, Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
Oh yeah, ooh
Let me talk to you, girl

Saturday night, told you where I'd be
I'd be chillin' with my boys at the, won't you let me finish?
How your girl gon' tell you she saw me with some trick
But ain't told you she been trying to get with girl, let me finish

I been trying to tell you for a while
But you never let me get what I'm trying to say out
I always listen to what you got to say
But for a change, won't you shut up? Let me explain

(I will tell you)
I will tell you exactly where I was but you
Keep cut, cuttin' me off

(Baby, I will tell you)
I will tell you exactly who I was with but you
Cut, cuttin' me off

I tell you she's a liar, I got a solid alibi
Was no late night thong show at my spot last night
('Cause without you)
'Cause without you girl I'm lost, I would say
But you, cut, cut, cuttin' me, cut, cuttin' me off

Gave you your turn, you done said a mouth-full
Now, I'm gon' speak my mind and you gon' let me finish
Girl, I promise that I'll tell you the truth, the whole truth
Let me finish, let me finish, let me finish

I been trying to tell you for a while
But you never let me get what I'm trying to say out
I always listen to what you got to say
But for a change, won't you shut up? Let me explain

(I will tell you)
I will tell you exactly where I was but you
Keep cut, cuttin' me off

(Baby, I will tell you)
I will tell you exactly who I was with but you
Keep cut, cuttin' me off

I tell you she's a liar, I got a solid alibi
Was no late night thong show at my spot last night
('Cause without you)
'Cause without you girl I'm lost, I would say
But you, cut, cut, cuttin' me, cut, cuttin' me off

Girl, there ain't gon' be no fights no more
I don't want to raise my voice, that's for sure
It don't need to go this way, so baby, just stop
And listen to me when I say

(I will tell you)
I will tell you exactly where I was but you
Keep cut, cuttin' me off

(Baby, I will tell you)
I will tell you exactly who I was with but you
Keep cut, cuttin' me off

I tell you she's a liar, I got a solid alibi
Was no late night thong show at my spot last night
('Cause without you)
'Cause without you, girl, I'm lost, I would say
But you, cut, cut, cuttin' me, cut, cuttin' me off

You keep cuttin' me, cuttin' me, keep cuttin' me off
You keep cuttin' me, cuttin' me, keep cuttin' me off
And you never pay attention, damn, you don't listen
Shut up, girl, 'cause you know I love you, girl

You keep cuttin' me, cuttin' me, keep cuttin' me off
You keep cuttin' me, cuttin' me, keep cuttin' me off
And you never pay attention, damn, you don't listen
Shut up, girl, 'cause you know I love you, girl

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Cut Somethin' - Lyrics - Jagged Little Thrill - Jagged Edge

Title: Cut Somethin'
Album: Jagged Little Thrill
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Jason Perry, Chris Bridges, Brian Casey, Brandon Casey, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
JE, y'all
Y'all know, yeah, yeah check this out
(Cut somethin', cut somethin')
We gonna let you in on a little Southern lingo
(Cut somethin', cut somethin')
Is that what they saying?
(Cut somethin', cut somethin')
(Cut somethin' on the low, low)

Check it out, cut a nigga for the low, low
Or betta cut a nigga from the so, so
I heard you cut a nigga from the DTP, you got DDT
From College Park to the DEC

See we be sittin' on low pros
Shippin' bitches in by the boatloads
Not too many people that can see this cheese
Better run these G's, Ludacris and the Pimp MC's, JE

To all of y'all who don't know, let me explain
What cuttin' is, and how it goes, gotta know the game
'Cuz you can say the wrong thing
To the wrong girl, with the wrong man
Let's just say it might be a long night

The first thing you should know, do she get down?
Or if she's even feelin' you, is she worth your while?
See this girl I met the other day
She was feelin' me, I was feelin' her
And I couldn't believe what she said

She said, cut somethin' she looked at me I looked at her
I said, ain't nothin' can't believe what I just heard
She was not frontin' I like my women kind of bold
But she was uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

She said cut somethin' I'm peepin' you, you peepin' me
So let's stop playin', said you ain't never had a girl like me
Who make you feel like this, but we can go after the show
Baby, cut somethin', we should cut somethin', don't be scared

Usaully I never mess, wit' a girl who steps
Up to me before I even, even get the chance
Let a woman be a woman let
A man be a man see and that's the way I like it, babe

There's always exceptions to, to every rule
This one I had to let on in, she was hella cool
She liked to do the things that men would really want
This is what she said

She said, cut somethin' she looked at me I looked at her
I said, ain't nothin' can't believe what I just heard
She was not frontin' I like my women kind of bold
But she was uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

She said cut somethin' I'm peepin' you, you peepin' me
So let's stop playin', said you ain't never had a girl like me
Who make you feel like this, but we can go after the show
Baby, cut somethin', we should cut somethin', don't be scared

A lot of things have changed in life
'Cuz now women go out they be on the prowl harder than men
I know when I figured it out, when this girl walked up
She said cut somethin', somethin', ain't like I'm trippin' about it
I just remember when a man could be a man, baby
And yes, I still can't believe what she said

Yo, she said she needed me to beat it
And beat it, beat it, then skeet it
She greeted with an open tongue
With Coke and Rum, got her so excited

She screamin' at the top of her lungs
She just can't hide it
I'm poppin' her gums, cock my popular gun
Shoot, shoot, lick, lick from the head to the toes

Head to the floor, head till there ain't no head no mo'
Cut till it ain't no bed no mo', cut till you don't beg no mo'
Jagged Edge, grabbin' legs, women in the mornin' scramblin' eggs
Cookin' meals, makin' deals and I gotta tell you what she said

She said, cut somethin' she looked at me I looked at her
I said, ain't nothin' can't believe what I just heard
She was not frontin' I like my women kind of bold
But she was uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

She said cut somethin' I'm peepin' you, you peepin' me
So let's stop playin', said you ain't never had a girl like me
Who make you feel like this, but we can go after the show
Baby, cut somethin', we should cut somethin', don't be scared

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Cut And Move - Lyrics - Cut and Move - Day Of Fire

Title: Cut And Move
Album: Cut and Move
Artist: Day Of Fire
Composer(s): Gregg Hionis, Joshua Brown

Lyric:
Noticed the way you cut and move kind of reminds me
Of back in the day caught in my room running from myself
Digging for lights inside the hole of my heartache
Lost in the way I shouldn?t go, waiting for someone else to

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this hole
Show me the way out of this

Startled to wake up in the cold of denial
Scratching to gain back some control of this twisted dream
I hid from the light inside the home of my darkness
The voice through the door said, "I alone hold the key to your peace"

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this hole
Show me the way out of this hole
Show me the way out of this hole

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, show me the way out of this hole
Show me the way out of this hole
Show me the way out of this hole
Show me the way out of this

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Z - Dead Presidents Ii - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - Dead Presidents Ii
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Peter O Phillips, Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life
Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight, what?

Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Geyeah, know what? I'll make
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands, roll like Monopoly
Advance you copy me like white crystals, I gross the most
At the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to

The dead presidential candidate
With the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind
All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine

But until then, I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villian win, I spend Japan Yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'

J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence
Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence, Dead Presidents, ya know

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected
from chips to chicks just drivin' a Lexus

Make it without your gun, we takin' everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin' it done
Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaow

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

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Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Peter O Phillips, Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life
Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha, ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight, what?

Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Geyeah, know what? I'll make
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance, you copy me
Like white crystals, I gross the most

At the end of the fiscal year, than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, candidate
With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind

All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villain win

I spend Japan Yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J A Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence

Nuff dollars make sense
While you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life, huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks just drivin' a Lexus

Make it without your gun
We takin' everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake
And we gettin' it done

Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaouw

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

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Z - Dead Presidents (Part Ii) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Dead Presidents (Part Ii)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Peter O Phillips, Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter O. Phillips, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life
Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha, ha, Poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight, what?

Presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Geyeah, know what? I'll make
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance, you copy me
Like white crystals, I gross the most

At the end of the fiscal year, than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, candidate
With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind

All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villain win

I spend Japan Yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'
J A Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'
I got a good life man, pounds and pence

Nuff dollars make sense
While you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life, huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks just drivin' a Lexus

Make it without your gun
We takin' everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake
And we gettin' it done

Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaouw

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money

I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me, whose

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Cry - Lyrics - Rihanna

Title: Cry
Artist: Rihanna
Composer(s): Mikkel S Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Frankie Storm

Lyric:
I'm not the type to get my heart broken
I'm not the type to get upset and cry
'Cause I never leave my heart open
Never hurts me to say goodbye

Relationships don't get deep to me
Never got the whole 'in love' thing
And someone can say they love me truly
But at the time it didn't mean a thing

My mind is gone, I'm spinnin' 'round
And deep inside my tears I'll drown
I'm losin' grip, what's happenin'?
I strayed from love, this is how I feel

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry

Did it happen when we first kissed?
'Cause it's hurtin' me to let it go
Maybe 'cause we spent so much time
And I know that it's no more

I shoulda never let you hold me baby
Maybe why I'm sad to see us apart
I didn't give to you on purpose
Gotta figure out how you stole my heart

My mind is gone, I'm spinnin' 'round
And deep inside my tears I'll drown
I'm losin' grip, what's happenin'?
I strayed from love, this is how I feel

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry

How did I get here with you? I'll never know
I never meant to let it get so personal
And after all I tried to do, stay away from lovin' you
I'm broken hearted, I can't let you know
And I won't let it show, you won't see me cry

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life
(You?ll never see me cry)

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry
On my life

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Cry (Uk Bonus Track) - Lyrics - Rihanna

Title: Cry (Uk Bonus Track)
Artist: Rihanna
Composer(s): Mikkel S Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Frankie Storm

Lyric:
I'm not the type to get my heart broken
I'm not the type to get upset and cry
'Cause I never leave my heart open
Never hurts me to say goodbye

Relationships don't get deep to me
Never got the whole 'in love' thing
And someone can say they love me truly
But at the time it didn't mean a thing

My mind is gone, I'm spinnin' 'round
And deep inside my tears I'll drown
I'm losin' grip, what's happenin'?
I strayed from love, this is how I feel

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry

Did it happen when we first kissed?
'Cause it's hurtin' me to let it go
Maybe 'cause we spent so much time
And I know that it's no more

I shoulda never let you hold me baby
Maybe why I'm sad to see us apart
I didn't give to you on purpose
Gotta figure out how you stole my heart

My mind is gone, I'm spinnin' 'round
And deep inside my tears I'll drown
I'm losin' grip, what's happenin'?
I strayed from love, this is how I feel

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry

How did I get here with you? I'll never know
I never meant to let it get so personal
And after all I tried to do, stay away from lovin' you
I'm broken hearted, I can't let you know
And I won't let it show, you won't see me cry

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry

This time was different
Felt like I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life
(You?ll never see me cry)

Now I'm in this condition
And I've got all the symptoms
Of a girl with a broken heart
But no matter what you'll never see me cry
On my life

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