Don'T Take Me To The Racetrack - Lyrics - Hart Corey

Title: Don'T Take Me To The Racetrack
Artist: Hart Corey
Composer(s): Corey Hart

Lyric:
Your mother told me that you don't live at home no more
Your mother told me that she don't like
The way I call you on the telephone
The old lady cursed the day that I was born

You never answer when I come by your door
Yet leave me messages I cannot ignore
For a light dance, we took some heavy steps, my dear
You wear my trench coat in the rain and disappear
Does the forecast say

Don't take me to the racetrack
'Cause I don't want to place or show
Don't take me to the racetrack
I'm not the jockey you think you know
So don't take me to the racetrack, to the racetrack

You left a note for me to wait in the park
Two weeks have passed, the leaves turn gray and dark
I'm confused at all the things you've said
There's no wall big enough for me to crash my head

?You're too romantic and so foolish?, she quipped
Every love story will have it's own script
Something strange at work with one's integrity
The way we bleed our hearts and hang on hopelessly
And the forecast says

Don't take me to the racetrack
'Cause I don't want to place or show
Don't take me to the racetrack
I'm not the jockey you think you know
So don't take me to the racetrack

Don't take me to the racetrack
Don't you take me to the racetrack
Here we go

Don't take me to the racetrack
I'm not the jockey you think you know
Don't take me to the racetrack
I know there's trouble down below

So don't take me to the racetrack
To the racetrack
Don't take me to the race
Don't take me to the racetrack

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You Don'T Know My Mind Blues - Lyrics - Doc Watson

Title: You Don'T Know My Mind Blues
Artist: Doc Watson
Composer(s): V Liston, S Gray

Lyric:
I'm going to the racetrack to see my pony run
If he won some money, gonna take my good gals on
Yeah, you don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying

I left my frump standing in the door, lookin' after me a-crying say
"You won't come back no more, sweet daddy"
You don't know, you don't know my mind
When you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying

When I asked my mama, "Can you stand to say goodbye?"
She said, "Yes, sweet papa, if you can stand to see me cry, Lord"
You don't know, ooh, my mind
Oh, when you see me laughing, honey, laughing just to keep from crying

I got a handful o' nickels, got a pocketful o' dimes
Got a houseful o' youngens and no one mind
Lord, you don't know, you don't know my mind
And when you see me laughing, I'm laughing just to keep from crying

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Fuck You - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Fuck You
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Chad Butler, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, nigga
Now look at the bad bitches, nigga

Fuck them industry niggas, makin' it hard on me
Fuck that, I'ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, niggas, I'm straight, ya heard me?
Let's go, this is real gangsta shit right here, check this out, look

Damn nigga, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown ass man, bitch, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best when I'm cruisin', laid back
With some trill ass niggas that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can't wait to push a nigga face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill 'cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage shit trill and from my heart, man, I feel

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Get your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass
I got a '84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass
I'm a young pimp nigga with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy niggas can't fuck with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level, it ain't shit
Some real trill niggas for life up in this bitch

I never go to war without that motherfuckin' gun
Down South, bitch, we like DMC and run
Like Chuck D say, bitch, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch, I'll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin', niggas knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck you, nigga, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor, bang a nigga, Southside gangsta nigga

Fuck everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin' out 3
I beat that pussy out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bullshittin' with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that dick in yo' ass

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck all y'all niggas
If you ain't rollin' with us, fuck you, nigga
Nigga makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on the motherfuckin' shirt, nigga

Nigga, face the shit, nigga
If your ass washed up, you washed up
It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga
And we don't play no game

Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit, nigga
But we put that tool on yo' bitch ass nigga
Go shit yo' ass down, nigga
Garbage ass nigga, BFI ass nigga

Nigga, we got in this shit straight off you know
Real shit, we got in these streets our damn self, nigga
Nigga makin' all these, we goin' let that shit go though, man
But you know what? F U C K you, mothafucka, nigga, fuck you

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