Die In The Summertime - Lyrics - The Holy Bible - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Die In The Summertime
Album: The Holy Bible
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail
Sadly it heals
Color my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal

Childhood pictures redeem
Clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognize dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I wanna die

The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognize dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I wanna die

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognize dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I wanna die

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Wicket Klownz - Lyrics - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Wicket Klownz
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Michael M Kumagai, Tim Mcnutt, Dustin Miller, Brad Xavier

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Lyric:
When I get to California, when I get there
(It's on 'Suburban Noize')
When I get to California
Hook me up with one of them chicks
(Psychoathic)
And when you get to the Mid-West
I'll hook you up with a juggalette y'all

He's the visual assassin with the mask [unverified] killa
Seen him drink a lot but I have yet to see him spill a drop
He rap to hip-hop in his heart
Try and battle Pak, he'll fuckin' tear you're ass apart

I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo
My flow connect nice like old school Lego's
What's up holmes? Just a West-Coast loadie
My rhyme is nice, slow and stoney

See all these Psycho Bitches gettin' so damn fanatical
FBI got us all listed down as radicals
Government officials takin' life long sabbaticals
Dog Boy Rock the mic and drop something classical

I'm with the kings [unverified] state to state
Dog Boy [unverified] set the record straight
Fuck that bullshit that never went down
So we come as one to fuck up your town

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

Suburban Noize Records teamin' up with Psychopathic
Richter let 'em know who Juggalo I got your back kid
Kottonmouth Ninjas rocking tunes with ICP
D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the weed

Kottonmouth Kings and ICP
We from the West, they from the East
With a bag of keif and a box of spliffs
We mast through your city like robotic beasts

See all [unverified] robots followin' the masses
I watch the world through Faygo fizzin' glasses
Kings and the klowns droppin' sellouts like acid
Like cum on your tongue shit is getting kind of drastic

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

Violent J and Shaggy stepped in the place
And cleared the room out like nuclear waste
Nobody likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings
They smoke buds, I smoke little white things
I'm a base-head feinding for your change, ah
And I'm strange

So walk in I'll put you in a torcher rack
And blew your nut bag around like a hacky sack
I told you fuck the world and I meant it
I owe the Government money but I spent it

I bought a hooker and banged her in my truck
Yo, she probably had syphilis, I give a fuck though
I'm gonna die, hell, we're all gonna die
You think the Juggalo give a damn? Bye
I'm going off like a nuclear time bomb
Tick tick, boom, motherfucker

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

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The Killing Fields - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Killing Fields
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops

I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die
But my house is been on fire since like '85
I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke
But see you never die, you only burn and choke

And so I leave out the house and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, they're only crying, "Please"

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week though it thunder storms
That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form
It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare 'cause when you die, you're coming to the killing fields

What shall that be? What shall that be?
When that fine moment comes
When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut
The doors close and you've written what you've written

You said it, that's it, what will you look to be?
What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer
You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife
She begged you not to go out to that bar

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your eyeballs are working well
They try to dig 'em out your skull, and go for self

Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm
Water victims, fire and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames

Victims in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes
Into the fire storm this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you feed off the other men

And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a billy, billy goat with a human's head
He's steady screaming, "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me

All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told
That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the killing fields

You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth
What is the end going to be when you realize that time is up?
You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction
What shall it be? What about it, ya man?
When you spent your life in a few years time?
You're burned out shell at 25 years of age
What shall it be? What about it?

You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

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Where I'M From - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Where I'M From
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): A Thelusme, P Bernard, W Gibbs, W E Weston, Grav

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Lyric:
Uh huh yeah, look here
Okay black kingdom stand up
My name Grafh y'all my nigga Lil' Flip
My nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga

Watch this, uh uh let me show you
What it's where I'm from
Ya hear me, it's like this
Listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said

Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya for that crack to serve
They keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves
They clap them burners that go rat, ya heard
Now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved

The odyssey ain't gotta be my team
We tryna be the last of a dyin' grave, we blast if you tryna play
Then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read
You fall like the spot behind ya knees

You get suffocated when you tryin' to breathe
I dare you to try to sneeze lil' nigga, please lil' nigga
My snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese
Tryna keep dope and his rice and beans

I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me
I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky
I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds
Motherfucker I'm a hustler

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click
Don't play with my money, you son of a bitch
I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine
So I put in extra work in the summertime

'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit
And don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich
So fuck that I'm all about goin' and get it
And if anybody in the way they gonna get it

I'm a G, I was raised by killers and thug niggaz
That'll suffocate you and leave you in a tub nigga
Hub niggaz for kilo's and take they work
Play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt

I don't play, won't play, I never did
I fucked up, I could've been a better kid
But now it's too late to turn back
Stripes on my shirt I earned that

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money ain't nothin' funny
Niggaz is bummy, and hungry strugglin', hustlin'
Don't mean shit where they sleep at tryna get off they G-pack
I'm from the [Incomprehensible] haters ain't never stop me yet

I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret
It's 5.00 dollar a pop in the hood for some cigarettes
Where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest
Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest

Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
Where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck, where I'm from

Where I'm from I run with a pack
Of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought
Them three bricks right there they come with them rats
And if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin' in laps

I'm the same young nigga pumpin' that crack
I'm the same young nigga dumpin' the gat
I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac
Hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back

Throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac
Motorize stash box for that
So know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat
Fuckin' with the Clover nigga have you under attack

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

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Rock Stars - Lyrics - Non Phixion

Title: Rock Stars
Artist: Non Phixion
Composer(s): William Braunstein, John Fuentes, Mitchell Manzanilla, Chris E Martin

Lyric:
And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening
Very special, please welcome to the stage

Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn, bullshit
I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope tits
Call me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticks
Got my name all in your mouth like your liable to brick

Click me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoes
Light up the room, African boom, spark it and zoom
Disciple of rock, the type to range rifles and cops
I'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J Fox

I deliver aids infected acupuncture
Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
Wrap her in [unverified] with blood red to crip blue
My shit's to colorful
Running through with a hundred goons and maniacs

If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac
Bust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it back
Like a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my uncle Freebase
Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face
I learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP taste

The way it make me see things
Old school dice spot bills and sheep skins as I write
Yes, I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Tims
Thinking where I'm going be in 2007

Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven
I be chillin' on the beach in the South of Venice
Or merking the President live on Channel 7

Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's

Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's

I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice
My crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice
It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims
Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely

Who'll be, in a black drop with his hat cocked that can't block
Puff on the stove, get spit in snapshots
I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz
Own a crib, do my shit, in the streets, that's how it is

If I say, rock star, I'm talking about rocking the mic
My shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's
I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience

A porno movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it
Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime, bitches
Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator
Canarsie to Pennsylvania
Wild like rock, rock stars, who, who smash guitars

Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's

Break Mumia out, bang you with shells and heaters out
Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, bitches and pimps
Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks

Street poet, speak the essence, what's realer than this
Up in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of Cris
You lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick
Taking my record label hostage if they stompin' my shit

I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs
Now it's strictly VIP, free drinks and drugs
Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs
Be them underground thugs

Stay street but got new found love
Take a Continental, driver rental, travel the globe
Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock shows
Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Drysneck
Hold your drink up and make a toast to how the gods get

Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non-Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's

Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non-Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's

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Keep Ya Head Up - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: Keep Ya Head Up
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): C Thompson, Terry Lewis, James (Iii) Harris, Gary Hine, I Leeper, J Phillips

Lyric:
What up lil' man? What's the matter?
I wish I didn't have to be here
It's not that bad, it could always be worse, you know what I'm sayin'?
All you gotta do is stay in school
Anything you wanna do you could do you know what I'm sayin' baby?
No matter what though you gotta keep your head up to the sky

This goes out to all the infants
In this cold world that was born addicted
And to all the section eight kids
Just remember these four words y'all we gon' make it

The government keep on tryin' to fool us
The system, keep on tryin' to lose us
And all we can do is keep buyin' computers
And [Incomprehensible] all now 'fore it start goin' down

We gotta hold our head, keep our pride
Though it hurts when I see people sleep outside
Little babies with no socks on, eatin' popcorn
We all know what they moms and they pops on

Out go the love when the drugs come
They never got nuttin' for Christmas and they ain't Muslim
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Uh, to my lock down niggaz keep your head in the sky
To my shot down niggaz keep your head in the sky
I don't know if it's better to ride or better to die
And that's why there's red in my eye

'Cause people don't know what the ghetto is like
Either you make it out, or the terrible life
I don't wanna be a broke bastard and everybody in the hood
Got somebody in they fam' with a coke habit

You work for minimum wage
I'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cage
It's a risk I gotta take and I'ma be the nigga
With the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta state

And even though I'm blessed with the gift
I gotta move 'cause the pain and the sickness gotta wait
I go extremely hard why let up?
And I can breathe long as I keep my head up

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Aiyyo I come from a place where it's three strikes out
And your life's on the line, so we iced out
Summertime gettin' money, three dice out
Tanktops and jean shorts, we Niked out

Headbands and four wheelers
Jeeps and Coupes and Convos about who know more killers
It's all wrong but it's all right
It's a small world, matter of fact it's a small life

We all trip but the way to survive
Is hold your head and make sure you fall right
And it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right back
It's just like that

And we tryin' to touch major paper
Everybody in the struggle, it gets greater later
Never say can't, it's better to try
And you can breathe long as you keep your head to the sky

Don't you let nobody stop you, mmm
Hey, hey, yeah

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Don't look back, no time for looking back
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta go on, hey hey hey
[Incomprehensible], hey hey hey hey hey hey
Keep on, keep on, keep on, no, yeah

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

No time for looking back, hey
No matter what's going on before you
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta keep on, hey hey hey hey yeah
Be optimistic, yeah
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta go

Thanks I needed that
I got you, we gon' make it

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Throw Your Hands (In The Air) - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Throw Your Hands (In The Air)
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kanye Omari West, Budd Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Kanye and we have M O B B, yo, yeah
It's like that calm before the storm, you know
C'mon drop that, yeah, uh-huh
Just throw your hands in the air, yeah yo

I'm there for you, here with you, it's clear it's crystal
I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through
I don't kill you that's what it'll do
Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin' zoo
We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin' the love
Often above them cowards and them so called thugs
When we come through respect is there, 'coz we demand it
Know the Mobb is in the building, we officially landed

Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they can't stand us
Try to raid us the faggots snitchin' and got the cameras
Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin'
'Coz it might be a chance that it won't pop off
If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin' it on
You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl
My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin' you off
This southern cat finnin' to get it so kiss ya cross

So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down
Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma
We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on
With the girls and me and my mans

There's only few things I die for
Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for
We don't take time off, we take rhymes off
Come with somethin' better than that, to blow your mind more
Gettin our shine on, I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb
Rain on your parade and you can thank God
Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin'
Really it wasnt called for, and you don't want it

To call for it, don't play my gun, it go off
Inside of your head oops, niggaz be dead
Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas
Out there like the concord
I show you how to get murdered
And the cops never catch on
I show you how to do songs, then after than show
You how to do them contracts and get yours

So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down
Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma
We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on
With the girls and me and my mans

So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down
Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma
We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on
With the girls and me and my mans

We ain't finished yet c'mon baby bring it back c'mon
You know that thing in the stash box
Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt
You know we gon' lock ass
Inevitable, can't control them slugs
Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs
Flood the block with nothin' but that gangsta shit
Y'all dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch

It's plain to see, that you could never snake me
I never let the grass grow past my Nikes
Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick outside
With thermo shirts underneath tees
I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people
Try and contest Mobb Deep, uh, yeah, yeah, c'mon

So if you goin' through it but you won't let it hold you down
Just throw up your hands, c'mon ma
We gon' party to the crack of dawn let's get it on
With the girls and me and my mans

Yeah M O B Baby
Just throw up your hands
0-4 Kanye
Flip it out my nigga

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Ghetto Dayz - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Ghetto Dayz
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Chris De La Fuente, Tyrese Darnell Gibson, Ricardo Brown, Tyrese Gibson, Erik Crooms, David Drew, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, right

Compton, South Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for life
Live and die for this shit

Yeah, when I was young livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no goals
Sneakin' little sips in the cut
I'm takin' lil' hits in the cut

Before they even called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks I'ma tell you how I grew up
I was always in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience

In Watts, a **** couldn't wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my **** Porky
And as I take you down my memory lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em know

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I ain't change ****, I'm just busy
**** bein' broke **** I'm filthy
Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

I got a lot of rider in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
Watch me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two pair of Girbauds
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's left me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
I was livin' with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see prison

And to all my dead homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of Eazy and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** used to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my game
But now, and ain't a damn thing changed

From ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like that?
It's your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, ohh girl

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

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Just Because - Lyrics - Az

Title: Just Because
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, D Romani, Wayne Garfield, Mauro Malavasi, Leshan Lewis

Lyric:
It's on for now, niggas ballin' now
It's The Firm baby, ain't no fallin' down
Thorugh your eyes see your snakeness
No lie, Doe Or Die, try to take this

Stay swift, you can follow if you tailgate
Reminiscin' when a nigga used to sell weight
Well laced, G.A. in the summertime, Freaknick
[Incomprehensible]

Back and forth to the ball game, Hen in the cup
Through the years niggas all changed, livin' it up
Takin's steps to the next level, seen the light
What it be like, now, puttin' weed in the pipe

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Cancun at the Jazzfest
First time we ever met you was half dressed
Easy access, you and you whole crew, ya alright
When you beep use Code 2, call tonight

Got a villa full of young Dons
Champagne and a grill on my front lawn
What's song? We can dance to some more jams
Finally meet Nas and the whole fam

Roseland, love is love when it's all good, clutch ya name
Through my eyes, I'm all hood, fuck the fame
Play a script like Larenz Tate, bench weights
Worked out stay in shape, Benz plates

Cruise around wit the hot sounds
Pumped loud, 'I Be' by Fox Brown
It's locked down, overall tryin' to make moves stay in the mix
Motivated by the Ace Deuce, Tre and The Six

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Wanna bring it to me right way, face to face
When you see me get ya lie straight, it's high stakes
Goin' up against a street playa, true type
Get the paper handle beef later, never too hype

Analyze from the next man, wants war
Still alive, on the next plan, wantin' more
Outta town tryin' to get mine stay in the cut
Cubans control the prices, keep raisin' 'em up

Peace and love to my allies, play on
Stayin' up, high late at nights, stay strong
Sittin' up lettin' all y'all know the deal
This Firm shit is on for real

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear for thugs, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because

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So Harlem - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: So Harlem
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones, C Wingate, A Parker

Lyric:
Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster
Live life vulgar, the FBI posters
The fast cars pack guns no holsters
We act dumb don't approach us

We hit the spot and stand on club sofas, so get the club owners
'Cause we the boss type Knicks game court side
Big chain sporty ride, G4 the lord of skies
And courts in session so you all could rise

Then pay homage to the board that lies so many niggaz
On my corner died, of marijuana how I mourn you guys
And never mind that my cash better find that
We do the mask work, kick doors cash search

Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at?
You make me wait the gat where your baby layin' at
'Cause it's a cold world, after world
Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money
And this shit is gettin' funny to me
Think you a frog
And I'ma hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads
Got the bitches sayin', ?Oh my darling?
We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem

A desperado, rich like I struck the lotto
Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato
I paint the night in them custom models
Racin' in the street duckin' potholes
Who gives a fuck is the motto

The new sneakers, Blackberry's new beepers
And no tops on the 2 seaters, it's summertime
Give me Coupe fever, it's four inches for my shoe divas
You gon' get it 'cause my crew G'd up

We take chances, flip label advances
3 day stays at Atlantis, make way for the gangsters
A 1000 deaths to the cowards, you let him die no flowers
I used to drive 4 hours

Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder
You chumps want the power
But when it rain man you can't duck the showers
It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money
And this shit is gettin' funny to me
Think you a frog
And I'ma hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads
Got the bitches sayin', ?Oh my darling?
We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem

I got no manners, ignorant with choppy grammar
Where we livin' at the cops can't stand us
And belligerent and packin' hammers
And my constituents a act bananas

'Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk
I'm talkin' beef not a bit of pork
If you a soldier go get your boss
We need to sit and talk

Before it go further
Mo money mo murder
And we will pop at you
And whoever you got with you

My Muslim niggaz too hard, cop jewels new cars
Take guns to Jumar, tryna avoid a new charge
Now I salaam to that and drop a bomb to that
It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs

You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast
The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash
Yeah, and I'm oh so Harlem
15th bang, bang, you don't want no problems

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money
And this shit is gettin' funny to me
Think you a frog
And I'ma hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads
Got the bitches sayin', ?Oh my darling?
We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem

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Texan Love Song - Lyrics - Don't Shoot Me (I'm Only The Piano Player) - Elton John

Title: Texan Love Song
Album: Don't Shoot Me (I'm Only The Piano Player)
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
I heard from a friend you'd been messing around
With a cute little thing I'd been dating up-town
Well I don't know if I like that idea much
Well you better stay clear I might start acting rough

You out of town guys sure think you're real keen
Think all of us boys here are homespun and green
But that's wrong my friend so get this through your head
We're tough and we're Texan with necks good and red

So it's ki yi yippie yi yi
You long hairs are sure gonna die
Our American home was clean till you came
And kids still respected the president's name

And the eagle still flew in the sky
Hearts filled with national pride
Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs
Goddamit you're all gonna die

How dare you sit there and drink all our beer?
Oh it's made for us the workers who sweat spit and swear
The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you
With your communistic politics and them Negro blues

Well I'm gonna quit talking and take action now
Run all of you fairies clean out of this town
Oh I'm dog tired of watching you mess up our lives
Spending the summertime naturally high

And it's ki yi yippie yi yi
You long hairs are sure gonna die
Our American home was clean till you came
And kids still respected the president's name

And the eagle still flew in the sky
Hearts filled with national pride
Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs
Goddamit you're all gonna die

Goddamit you're all gonna die
Oh Lord, Goddamit you're all gonna die
Listen now

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Stay Out Of My Way - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Stay Out Of My Way
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Mason Betha, J Boxley, Ingrid Julia Chavez, Sean Combs, Leonard A Kravitz, Ron Lawrence, Madonna Carlton Ridenhour, E Sadler

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Lyric:
Hey yo, dogs, for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
'Cuz now you got chicks talk, what the fuck
What the fuck, what the fuck

You know somebody swung on me and cut me?
(Come on, come on, come on)
You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?
(Come on, come on, come on)

Is they stoppin' my money?
(Come on, come on, come on)
Then it ain't no problem here
(Come on, come on, come on)

C'mon, I ain't wit that man
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my B back on
Yo, yo, yo

You know my mission ain't complete
'Til I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat

Chased Kate 52 states straight
But still ain't nothin' sweet
I took a year off to let the young nigga's eat
Everybody wit' me want bucks

Walk around platinum linked up
With money like Brink trucks
Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up
Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertime

All out tattoo's over wife beaters
Get mail Branson, never buy reefer
Bentley five seater, it's all for real
First rapper to close down a mall with a mil'

The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Plus the money so I'm on nigga one
Talk to me

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

Don't take much to wake up, taped up
Fuck the district, I live in Jacob
Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up
See me without Puff, try to get your weight up, uh

Ain't nuttin' between you and me
And on the real, nuttin' you could do wit' me
I got cash that'll fund your leave
You'll pull that hoodie over your head
And put five in your Ceasar

Doubt me now and die a believer
Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver
When the war's on, put your gloves and your Gore's on
Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on

Beef no more that's what other nigga's for
I got a fam' that love to go to war
Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up
Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up

I'm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up
I'll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up
Arms are rocked up, Bentley wit' the top up
Uh, you don't stop, come on

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

Yo, one, two, three, four
Everybody on the floor

You see grams, I'mma see craters
By the time you see land I'mma see acres
Drop another CD just to see paper
And before you see me you'll see the maker

All I see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leechin'
When they gun's out playa, there'll be no reachin'

Ballin' in Dirty South wit' no creases
And all I see is more F-in' iced out Jesus pieces
The rock over Sean John fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka and let her teeth touch it

All out, bad boy forever
The movement, what

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about

'Cuz you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way

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Nighthawks - Lyrics - Keeper Of The Flame - Golden Earring

Title: Nighthawks
Album: Keeper Of The Flame
Artist: Golden Earring
Composer(s): Barry Hay, George Kooymans

Lyric:
Every time when the night falls
I can feel my temperature risin'
Every time when the night calls
And the moon seems to be smilin'

Yeah, don't talk 'bout it
Just take your wings and fly
Yeah, don't worry 'bout it
We're all goin' flyin' tonight

(Nighthawks)
We can wing it on the wildest storm
(Nighthawks)
Baby, we're gonna dive in, dive in
(Nighthawks)

Ooh baby, like the night before
(Nighthawks)
Come on and watch the nighthawks flyin'
(Nighthawks)
Come on and watch the nighthawks flyin'
(Nighthawks)

Low down city in the rain
In the summertime
Don't it wanna make you cry
And die before your time, hey

(Nighthawks, nighthawks)
Every time when the night falls
(Nighthawks)
My baby gets sentimental
(Nighthawks)

Every time when the night calls
(Nighthawks)
And the mood gets temperamental
(Nighthawks)

Yeah, don't think about it
(Nighthawks)
Just shake your wings and fly
(Nighthawks)
Yeah, don't worry 'bout

No sign in your eyes of fatigue
You've been jailed before
Ride on the wind
You need more, more, more, more, more

(Nighthawks, nighthawks, nighthawks, nighthawks)
Let me tell you that a nighthawk is cryin'
(Nighthawks)
Don't cry like you know cryin'
(Nighthawks)

Let me tell you that a nighthawk is dyin'
(Nighthawks)
Don't die like you know dyin'
(Nighthawks)

Yeah, don't talk 'bout it
(Nighthawks)
Just shake your wings and fly
(Nighthawks)

Yeah, don't worry 'bout it
(Nighthawks)
We're all goin' flyin' tonight
(Nighthawks)
We're all goin' flyin' tonight
(Nighthawks)

Nighthawks, nighthawks
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Nighthawks
(La, la, la, la, la)
Nighthawks
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Nighthawks, nighthawks
Nighthawks, nighthawks
Nighthawks, nighthawks

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Soho Square - Lyrics - Kirsty Maccoll

Title: Soho Square
Artist: Kirsty Maccoll
Composer(s): Mark E Nevin, Kirsty Maccoll

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Lyric:
Your name froze on the winter air
An empty bench in Soho Square
Forgotten, now I turn away
Just save me for a rainy day
But don't be sorry, I don't want to hear it, baby

My feet froze in the winter chill
I knew I'd probably get ill
But I was praying we could fill an empty bench
And still you're so sorry, but I don't want your pity, baby

It's all yours now, please don't tease
The pigeons shiver in the naked trees
And I'll do anything but please don't hurt me
Just kiss me quick 'cos it's my birthday
And I feel so small I don't know why
But no I'm not too old to cry

An empty bench in Soho Square
If you'd have come you'd have found me there
But you never did 'cos you don't care
And I'm so sorry, baby

I don't mind loneliness too much
But when I met you I was touched
And that was good enough for me
But do we always have to be sorry
Why can't we just be happy, baby?

One day you'll be waiting there
No empty bench in Soho Square
And we'll dance around like we don't care
And I'll be much too old to cry
And you'll kiss me quick
In case I die before my birthday

One day you'll be waiting there
No empty bench in Soho Square
No, I don't know the reason why
I'll love you till the day I die

But one day you'll be waiting there
Come summertime in Soho Square
And I'll be painting stars up in the sky
Before I get too old to cry before my birthday
I hope I see those pigeons fly before my birthday
In Soho Square on my birthday

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Common Market Madrigal - Lyrics - Jefferson Airplane

Title: Common Market Madrigal
Artist: Jefferson Airplane
Composer(s): Grace Slick

Lyric:
In your arms, in your eyes
I can see the Paris lights
And the warm Italian nights
Seems like summertime just flies

Through so many skies we've flown
So many lands we've come to know
And we watch our love just grow
Till the winter brings us home

No time gives us reasons
For why it just goes by
And no man can stop the seasons
But so many men will try

We will travel these ancient lands
And our minds will learn to fly
We will hear all the music of man
Learn to love before we die

In these lands ruled by kings
The enchanted princess sings
And all the fairy tales she knew
The [unverified] lies we thought were true

But the castles on the Rhein
Never seem to mind the time
That will take them slowly back
Into history's memorized lines

Wooden shoes and tulips in Holland
English guards with medieval swords
Conquistadors and Spanish galleons
Vikings sailing the mountain fjords

We will travel these ancient lands
And our minds will learn to fly
We will hear all the music of man
Learn to love before we die

In your arms, in your eyes
I can see the Paris lights
And the warm Italian nights
Seems like summertime just flies

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Sumerland (What Dreams May Come) - Lyrics - Fields Of The Nephilim

Title: Sumerland (What Dreams May Come)
Artist: Fields Of The Nephilim
Composer(s): Peter Yates, Carl Mccoy, Alexander James Wright, Peter Wright, Tony Pettitt

Lyric:
Your tempting me to all of life
And all its pleasure
Take me to the dream
To the highs and the depths of my soul

Here we free thoughts inside
Giving up for giving time
A world without end
Where no souls can descend
There will be no summertime

How lost life's been
Afraid of waking up
So afraid to take the dream
Take the dream
Take care
Take the dream

Shapes of angels, the night casts
Lie dead but dreaming in my past
And they're here
They want to meet you
They want to play with you

So take the dream
Take the dream
Can't break free
And I can't break free

And I hear them call
They want to plague you
They've been here once more
They want to lay with you
They want to take you
To the shame of your past
Take the dream

Take me
Lead me far away
Take me there
There I'll fade away

But I can't hide
But I can't hide and I cannot die
And I can't hide and I cannot die

I'll take the dream
Take the dream

We're but fools of our fate
On this earth, I shall wait
By the roots of my soul
I am losing control
Take the dream

The sleeper in you
The sleepers in you
Shapes of angels so deep within you
Feel your soul drowning
Unloosen your soul

Drowning, drowning
Drowning in waters of reality
Tell me what is reality?
Tell me what is reality? Tell me

Tell me thoughts of God
Do dreams fall from God?
Tell me what dreams may come
Break free thoughts all gone
We all come down

Take me there, thoughts all gone
Take me there, we all come down
Tell me what dreams may come
Take me there, thoughts all gone

All come down
All come down
Take me out of here
Take me out of here

Now take me there
Take me out of here
Take me, take me out of here

Take me, take me
Take me, take me
Take me

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Can'T Get Away - Lyrics - My So Called Knife - Lollipop Lust Kill

Title: Can'T Get Away
Album: My So Called Knife
Artist: Lollipop Lust Kill
Composer(s): Daniel Nichols, Gary Redick, Thomas Redrup, Chris Tesch, Keith Sunday, Greg Dillabaugh

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Lyric:
Moving on without a care
I always made them cry
Until I met the girl so fair
Then my summertime died

Her lullaby a wicked one
Fall asleep and die
When she opens up her door
You will go inside

She thrilled me, she killed me
All with a bat of her eye
She used me up and put me away
I met her in my summertime
And now I'm here to stay
I can't get away

Cross her path and she will tempt you
But don't believe the lie
Her care for life has been exempted
She'd rather watch you die

She's a creature of the cold
Dead girl breathing dust
Preying on the weak of soul
Taking what she must

She thrilled me, she killed me
All with a bat of her eye
She used me up and put me away
I met her in my summertime
And now I'm here to stay
I can't get away

I died in my summertime

Finger nails of razorblades
Teeth of cold steel
Body made in heaven
And a mind that's straight from hell

She thrilled me, she killed me
All with a bat of her eye
She used me up and put me away
I met her in my summertime
And now I'm here to stay
I can't get away

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Love Story - Lyrics - Katharine McPhee - Katharine Mcphee

Title: Love Story
Album: Katharine McPhee
Artist: Katharine Mcphee
Composer(s): Corte Ellis, Kara Dioguardi, Nate Hills

Lyric:
I think it was the summertime
When I laid eyes on you
I didn't even know your name
Somehow we'd end up in the same room

It never crossed my mind
I never saw you like that
I should've listened to my best friend
She knew we'd be a perfect match

It's a typical love story, we started out as friends
We met way back when, this is just a typical love story
The boy you never wanted just steals your heart
I never saw it comin', 'til I fell so hard

I always made up some excuse
Sayin' that you weren't my type
Didn't wanna face the truth
Didn't wanna cross that line

'Til one day I saw you
At the corner of my eye
You were flirting with some girl
And inside I thought I would die

It's a typical love story, we started out as friends
We met way back when, this is just a typical love story
The boy you never wanted just steals your heart
I never saw it comin', 'til I fell so hard

Can't believe it's happening when I least expected
My prince under disguise, how you fooled me with those eyes
When I feel like letting go, in your arms is where I know
I am wrong, from the beginning we always belong

Love, love story, love, love story
Love, love story, love, love story
(Love, love story)
Love, love story, love, love story
(This is my, this is my love story )
Love, love story, love
(This is my love story)

It's a typical love story, we started out as friends
And this is how it ends, this is just a typical love story
The boy you never wanted just steals your heart
I never saw it comin', 'til I fell so hard

It's a typical love story, we started out as friends
And this is how it ends, this is just a typical love story
The boy you never wanted just steals your heart
I never saw it comin', 'til I fell so hard

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