Hollywood - Lyrics - Fleetwood Mac

Title: Hollywood
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Christine Mcvie, Eddy Quintela

Lyric:
The bright lights of the city
Are starting to wear me down
And when I need you
You just can't be found

Loud days, endless nights
Are starting to make me crazy
And now you're gone
There's nothing left for me

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)

Wonderful to know you
Great to know you cared
As I look back
At the crazy things we've shared

I was dazzled by the moonlight
Blinded by neon nights
And as I look back
It never could be right

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)

Well, I was dazzled by the moonlight
Blinded by neon nights
And now I see
It never could be right

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)
Some other kind of town

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)
Some other kind of town

Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town

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Face Of Wood - Lyrics - Modern English

Title: Face Of Wood
Artist: Modern English
Composer(s): R Brown, G Mcdowell, M Conroy, R Grey, S Walker

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Lyric:
Dreaming in a chair, contemplating
The times gone by, exhilarating, entertaining
Reaching out with tenderness

Scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence
Catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions
Moving targets and camera shy

The moon is dark and shadowed
The sun keeps ticking by
Silence and solitude
No one left to cry
No one left to cry

Standing in front a mirror
I draw and pinch my skin
Tired eyes portray reality
A face of lines which melt in the world

I am oak
I am oak
I am oak
I am oak

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All The Same - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: All The Same
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Rico R Wade, Jamahr Williams, Raymon Ameer Murray, Backbone Warren Anderson Mathis, Patrick L Brown

Lyric:
A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

Damn, what a difference a year
And a hundred and twelve days makes
Came the longest country mile, thanks to nothin'
They gave me I made breaks

Basically, baby, I've been great
This ain't no recent development
But now it's official I'm the doo-doo
And you ain't gon' keep 'em from smellin' it

Do you have a speaking impediment, bitch
Or are you just at a loss for words?
Oh no, actually, I'm monogonous
All that talk was false you heard

So don't stall Betty just slurp, of course I'ma tell you when
Oops, my bad that's my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then
I just bought me five new Polos 'cuz see, I'm partial to that logo
That horse is just so Bubba that means rural like you don't know

Regardless though I'm gon' glow even in my birthday suit
And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee, I circle that too
So when you feel it poundin' in yo' chest and it causes a slight pain
Just shake it off and smile, I gotcha doin' the white thangs okay

A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

I'm outdoors, early mornin' sellin' this country crock
Let's get this understood, gotta get me off the top
I got them break down dimes and bomb with twenty-fives on the block
Of that 'naw that hawd, talkin' 'bout that glass that straight drop

Bartender, send me Remi, Henny or straight shot
Then see me flee, high speed from eight cops
Leave 'em floored, showin' how I'm opposed, y'all can't stop
Jumped the fence, went down the path, came out by Ms. Dot 'partment

Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx, shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they sweepin', seekin' he who hold stock
Ay, run, tell shawty, cut off, close shop

I told them boys down there, homes in the van was a NARC
Tell 'em, "Naw we don't sell that shit 'round here doc"
They 'bout four cars deep, sittin' in the Croger parkin' lot
But we know when they comin' 'cuz money bark a lot

A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

I'm seein' more clearly now
How subtle the difference between us might be
Mr. Fat Face got that big weight but still that seems just like me
I'm doin' my thing despite these, little lifestyle expectations
Y'all chose to set for me, shit, I'm headed to where my next check waitin'

Look here, beat me, I'm old school like LL J beatin' off in your Regal
With six eights cross the deck, hittin', sittin' on fifteen inch eagles
And Vogues, case closed, order one mo' get drunk, throw bo's
We in here puttin' on, all night, y'all, 'til the place close

A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

A fifth of Beam when you celebrate
(That's white thangs)
I'll be fine, didn't hesitate
(That's white thangs)

Sippin' Henn and swervin' wood grain
(That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same
(It's all the same)

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This Strange Engine - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: This Strange Engine
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Steve Hogarth, Mark Colbert Kelly, Ian F Mosley, Steven Rothery, Peter J Trewavas

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Lyric:
There was a boy who came into this world
At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog
Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes

Lived in the shadow of the mountains
With the smells of disinfectant
Dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed

No more than a baby feeding swans on the river
Holding the hands of his mother
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread

And his father on the other side of the world
On the ship's railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad
In his far away eyes, in his far away eyes

The smell of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and soap
No children to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the coats

An upright piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was breathing
Strange misty visions of God

Turn the cities into families, into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses invisible
Send to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the only one"

And ever since I was a boy
I never felt that I belonged
Like everything they did to me
Was an experiment to see

How I would cope with the illusion?
In which direction would I jump
Would I do it all the same
As the actors in the game?

Or would I spit it back at them
And not get caught up in their rules?
And live according to my own
And not be used, not be used

To find the fundamental truths
It was going to take some time
Thirty five summers down the line

The wisdom of each passing year
Seems to serve only to confuse
Seems to serve only to confuse

Daddy came out the navy and took us
Away to his dirty gray hometown
And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service
So that he could be around

There was a magical purple in the chrome
Of the exhaust of his Triumph motorbike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill
Of the hard corner holding tight

From the horizon came home from the navy to the mine
From the horizon to buried alive
Took his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes

And one day as the boy lay sleeping
In the sunshine of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees with no particular aim and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had come

Came down out of the sky, stung him in the face
Again and again, blue pain, screaming like baptism
Intravenous Jesus like being chosen
Something with no brain, blue pain
It's happening again, it's happening again

Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me?
Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory?
Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay, table mountain
Flying fish, banana spiders, pots of paint

And the sun on the equator
Setting like an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to black
But coming back tomorrow on the horizon

The blue pain fades to a point
Where it doesn't fade, it stayed blue
And stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine
This love, this love

This love, this inconvenient
Blind, blood-diamond, this puzzle

This love, this blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I don't understand
That knows no faith and tries
And fails and tries again

Stares at the sea
The night's dark deep
For one last time and bleeds
And bleeds and dies for you

And lies and is to blame
And is ashamed
And is not the same
And is true, is true
Is true, is true and lies
[Incomprehensible] Is true

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Gone By Dawn - Lyrics - Shaken Not Stirred - Phil Vassar

Title: Gone By Dawn
Album: Shaken Not Stirred
Artist: Phil Vassar
Composer(s): Julie Wood Vassar, Phil Vassar, Robert Byrne

Lyric:
So much for finishing what we started
But don't take it personal if I'm not broken-hearted
Well, I've had enough, I'll sleep you off
Your memory ain't so tough
Right now I'm hurtin'
But one thing's for certain, you'll be

Gone by dawn, out of my way
Out of my heart, out of my face
And into my past, out of my hair
Off of my mind, into thin air
And I might just drive all night long
But you'll be gone by dawn

Who cares if this means starting over?
Tonight I swear I'm gonna shrug you off my shoulders
We made mistakes, hey, that's the breaks
But now for Heaven's sakes
Now don't you worry about me
I'll be fine and you'll be

Gone by dawn, out of my way
Out of my heart, out of my face
And into my past, out of my hair
Off of my mind, into thin air
And I might just drive all night long
But you'll be gone by dawn

I'll be out of my misery
You'll be ancient history
And I'll be on my feet again
Yeah, I'll be on my feet again

Now don't you worry about me
I'll be fine and you'll be

Gone by dawn, out of my way
Out of my heart, out of my face
And into my past, out of my hair
Off of my mind, into thin air
And I might just drive all night long
But you'll be gone by dawn, yeah
You'll be gone by dawn
Ohh, I'm gone

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Gone By Dawn - Lyrics - Jennifer Day

Title: Gone By Dawn
Artist: Jennifer Day
Composer(s): Julie Wood Vassar, Phil Vassar, Robert Byrne

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Lyric:
So much for finishing what we started
But don't take it personal if I'm not broken-hearted
Well, I've had enough, I'll sleep you off
Your memory ain't so tough
Right now I'm hurtin'
But one thing's for certain, you'll be

Gone by dawn, out of my way
Out of my heart, out of my face
And into my past, out of my hair
Off of my mind, into thin air
And I might just drive all night long
But you'll be gone by dawn

Who cares if this means starting over?
Tonight I swear I'm gonna shrug you off my shoulders
We made mistakes, hey, that's the breaks
But now for Heaven's sakes
Now don't you worry about me
I'll be fine and you'll be

Gone by dawn, out of my way
Out of my heart, out of my face
And into my past, out of my hair
Off of my mind, into thin air
And I might just drive all night long
But you'll be gone by dawn

I'll be out of my misery
You'll be ancient history
And I'll be on my feet again
Yeah, I'll be on my feet again

Now don't you worry about me
I'll be fine and you'll be

Gone by dawn, out of my way
Out of my heart, out of my face
And into my past, out of my hair
Off of my mind, into thin air
And I might just drive all night long
But you'll be gone by dawn, yeah
You'll be gone by dawn
Ohh, I'm gone

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In Your Face - Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Title: In Your Face
Album: Sex Style
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Trevor Randolph, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
I'll get my manager crazy as hell, he'll pull steel
Show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
Then smack niggaz when they don't feel Keith's right direction
Put niggaz in fear, the bullets in they head section

Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around niggaz collars
Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put 'em in a stash
Never laugh at you, explain plans, what to do
Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew

Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin' lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin' split
Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin' hell gate
All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plates

Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

For everybody a problem manager
30% get my photo session ready, songs to the fuckin' president
I been spendin' my ASCAP, waitin' out there brain-walkin'
Up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin' rain

Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
Then shift flop first, and now it's time that you work this
Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good
Niggaz ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood

I bring your [Incomprehensible] down, samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin' shit like lyric records, I ain't tryin' to hear it
Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one fuckin' ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin' breath

You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got some new shit, mental secrets for yo' ass crack
Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract
I got witnesses watchin', statements over budget

Don't try to hide behind that fuckin' mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I'm sittin' quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob
Extortion is over, I cock back, you lose your fuckin' job
Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind
With child support, I drag your coffins in the court

We even-steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short
I've been writin' songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with techs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie

I wake up six o'clock with triggers cocked every morning
I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrant gun smoke
I'll be scrubbin' halls, wipin' blood off the office walls

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your face
(In yo' face)

Yeah, yeah, let's get some fuckin' hit records goin' right now
East coast to West coast, I don't give a fuck
His shit is wack, their shit is wack
That shit is wack over there, ain't nuttin' fuckin' movin'
Get some fuckin' bullets on the fuckin charts
Fuck that, let's do this
(Y'all ain't ready)

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Tuzla - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Tuzla
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
Of all the treasure in our chest
We love the golden God of war the best

Look, look at that little clown
Here, look through the binoculars
Someone burned his schoolhouse down
And he's blinking in the sun
He's drying something in the sun

Ha, it's an old tea bag, now, he rolls it up
Look, he made a cigarette
But he's not gonna smoke it yet
Maybe he's gonna sell it
How much do you think he'll get?

A slice of ham, a long goodbye, three days of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten years of debt
A pinch of salt, a week of news, four double A's
A plastic bag, a place to hide, one sucker bet

I got what you want
You got what I need

Of all the sterling men of steel
We crave the one who'll teach us not to feel

Look at the guy selling beer
Where the hell did he get it from?
He's the king of the Hill
He's the bug that survives the bomb
See the smirk on his greasy face

Handing a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not that he forgets
As he takes a crumpled bill
And thinks this is better yet

A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two hand grenades
A spade for the grave, four lovely eggs, three cigarettes
A stick of gum, some wood for a fire, two table legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one pound of flesh

Line up to buy here
Line up to die there

Look, look through that window
Looks like your sister
In a Chetnik's bed
Look, there on the table
Looks like she did it for a loaf of bread

Shit, she's got a knife
And he's snoring like a pig
Is he worth more alive or dead?
How much for his boots?
How much for his head?

Though all the days and all the times
We count the coin and stash away the crimes

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Techno Pimp - Lyrics - Joi

Title: Techno Pimp
Artist: Joi
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Joi Elaine Gilliam, Curtis Mayfield, Bernard James Freeman, Chad L Butler

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Lyric:
Coo, coo, coo, uh
Uh, mmm
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you were fly, playa, then you would not
Let them game on you and take what you got
Just like a river, you gotta get flow
It's a new day, playa, act like you know

If you were fly, playa, then you would not
Let them game on you and take what you got
Just like a river, you gotta get flow
It's a new day, playa, act like you know

'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Feelin' good, whippin' wood in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Feelin' good, whippin' wood in the caddie
'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Got what you want, playa, got what you need
Break me off ten grand and do yo' good deed
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the star kitty, I'm all in yo' brain

You know baby
I really like the way your toes look
You want me to put them shoes on that
Wrap around my leg?

'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, techno

Know what I'm talking about? So what you say?
I'm talking about messing with
Some motherfuckas with some real paper, ho
Some real motherfuckin' paper

You can't talk with me unless
You got that five thousand, here that, child?
That's good pimpin', that's fly pimpin', that's that real shit
All the rest of that shit you talkin' ain't shit, bitch

Ain't none of the rest of that shit you talkin'
About worth a motherfuckin' thing, ho
I'm talking about paper, that's all I'm talking about
I ain't talkin' 'bout shit, else

I'm talkin' 'bout paper goin' in this motherfuckin space age?
'Cause all that other shit you talkin' bout, that's that yusty
That's that been there on the ground pimpin'
I'm talkin' bout in that alley pimpin'

I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about
All the rest of that shit, uh, uh, naw, uh, uh, naw
He ain't fuckin' up all on my face, fuck fallin' in love with a nigga
You better work that nigga, I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about

Nobody got time for that fall in love shit
You don't know what the fuck pimpin' is, ho
You need to motherfuckin' find out
Yo' motherfuckin' ass gon' stay broke
You need to get yourself some motherfuckin' business

'Cause I'm daddy, daddy
Wood, good, caddy
I'm daddy, daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, techno

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Roads To Moscow - Lyrics - Al Stewart

Title: Roads To Moscow
Artist: Al Stewart
Composer(s): Al Stewart

Lyric:
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day, most of our planes
Were destroyed on the ground where they lay waiting
For orders we held in the wood, word from the front never came

By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away
Through the trees crossing their lines in the mists in
The fields on our hands and our knees and all that I ever was able to see

The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell, by autumn we stood
With our backs to the town of Orel

Closer and closer to Moscow they come, riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill, winter brought
With her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads gluing
The tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow

And all that I ever was able to see the fire in the air
Glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures
Stagger through the winter falling back before the gates of Moscow
Standing in the wings like an avenger

And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know
Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us

As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the night flicker
Their souls to the wind, we wait in the lines for the final
Approach to begin, it's been almost four years that
I've carried a gun at home it'll almost be spring

The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us
They can't slow us down and all that I ever was able to see

The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home now you can taste
It in the wind, the war is over and I listen to the clicking
Of the train wheels as we roll across the border

And now they ask me of the time that I was caught
Behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say
They turn and listen closer, I'll never know, I'll never know

Why I was taken from the line and all the others?
To board a special train and journey deep into the
Heart of holy Russia and it's cold and damp in the transit camp
And the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of October

Whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again
And the morning answers never and the evening sighs
And the steely Russian skies go on forever

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King Of The Dancehall - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Beenie Man

Title: King Of The Dancehall
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Maurice Gregory, Moses Anthony Davis, Anthony Kelly

Lyric:
Eeeh heh, zagga zow
Zagga now now now now now
Ziggy, yo, lets do this

Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall
Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall

(Hello meet buddy gal!) Play wid dem hair
(Catch it now gimme nuh hickey gal!)
Dont yuh dare
(Titty stiff eeeh?)
Remove yuh undawear
Waan mi fi ram it to stick it to jam it in widout
(Gal fi get sex though)
Who dat a ask mi why?
Gallis mi ask mi question nuh funky guy
(Whats up fattty?)
So how yuh act so shy
Mi nuh beg kitty but mi a like a bligh
Why, just so as yuh foot up high
Cause I, yes I believe yuh can, fly, straight to di sky
Betweenie mi name mi between yuh thighs
(Mi nuh Batman!)
Afta mi nuh Robin guy
If you and I ever knot to tie
Nuh shy, when mi stab it then yuh reply
(Woman Orgasm)
Bite yuh lips and cross yuh eyes, cause

Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall
Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall

(Woman Speaking)
(Come here pretty girl)
Yuh body shape so good
Let mi introduce yuh to a piece a wood
(*Beenie can I be your girl?)
I tink yuh should
But I, dont wanna be misundastood
(Nuh mistake!)
Mi nuh waan a gal widout di pretty face
Mi waan dem kickin in di waist and di body wid di shape
Pon di treble wid di bass and di sound and di place
Whetha I a pon di case see di murda pon yuh face
(This face!)
This is nuh sittin place
Mi stand up and dweet nuh bow dung and taste
Mi nuh run dung naany nuh chicken chase
She fi know di sex limits stop at sixty eight
(Mi deh a airport a wait!)
Twist some gal wid air freight
Cau di whole a dem di fish a run dung buddy bait
Natural body juice a nuh concentrate
Yuh neva know a so di love doctor great, come on

Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall
Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall

(Mi belly full a food)
Mi go pon a gal feast
Cau mi go deh so fi sex mi nuh go deh so fi eat
(Miss Know how fi dweet!)
Some people watch cheat
Dem inna car seat but she six inch deep
(When mi unleash)
And she see di one feet
(Yuh mean one foot!)
No mi mean one feet
Cool baby love yuh too hard to discrete
So she tell everybody how she tear up di sheet
(Yuh tink a toenail)
A di sittin weh go skeet
Sticky sticky skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet
(A weh mi start Beenie joke?!)
She tink I dont leave
Mi nuh deal wid dung so baby dont meet
Mi waan a gal wey petite nice and look sweet
When she see di third leg she run like chop meat
From mi know how fi dweet nah back nah retreat
Mi know dat song yah complete, so when mi go so

Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall
Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall

Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall
Pon bed pon floor against wall
We sex dem all till dem call mi
Im di girls dem sugar dats all
Welcome di king of di dancehall

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Departure - Lyrics - Swing The Heartache- BBC Sessions (Live) - Bauhaus

Title: Departure
Album: Swing The Heartache- BBC Sessions (Live)
Artist: Bauhaus
Composer(s): Peter John Murphy, Daniel Gaston Ash, Kevin Haskins, David Jay

Lyric:
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
The walls of the room seem to alter angles
Elongating and shrinking alternately
Then twisting around completely so that
He was on the opposite side of the room
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
Then came a knock on the door
And this sound was the same dark brown tone
As the wood of which the door was made
At first he thought he'd imagined it
Because it would not have been out of place
With the other strange hallucinatory events of that night
But then it came again, only heavier this time
With a sense of real urgency, so pulling himself up
And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow
He made his bleary way across the room towards the door
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch

The latch became a fingertip, touching his own

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions
His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds
Whereas before, his peace have withstood it's vastness
His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
His final soul is flying with the contempt only
Even the legendary glance backward deep with
Eternity's stone in peace or save is already destroyed again

You cannot share, the temperature is rising
Ghost and monkeys make a choice
This
This

He tried to will himself back to bed
He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring
Crisp, white sheets once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses
An' protected by walls covered in familiar patterns
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
He remembered staring into the paisley print
And seeing a repetition of skulls
At night he would listen to the click of heels on concrete outside
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure
He would always see his own face
And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
Shoes that no man would want to wear

Into the hills then

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
Into the wild forest under the billowing leafs
Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil
The decrepit babies, the unhappy new loves
The preaching alphabetics, the long lost lovers
Never to their sons safely the mothers
In fact, all the guilty clouds that he will move into a playground
A sense of moonlight and shadow
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
The wallpaper had become sinister to him
Alas, white cold
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination
Another realization of this prophecy
All life's drums drink from bottles and visions blinded

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Dirty Ol' Man - Lyrics - Reverence - Faithless

Title: Dirty Ol' Man
Album: Reverence
Artist: Faithless
Composer(s): Rollo Armstrong, Ayalah Bentovim, Maxi Jazz

Lyric:
He's a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man
And a friend of mine

What?
He's a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man
And a friend of mine

I'm a dirty old man, the mean streets are home
My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone
Heart of stone, have a care I carry traces of death in my hair
You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere

So be aware I'm unfeeling
Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature
You better wait, you're misinformed
Ain't nothing warm about me

Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel
And what else is real? I mean the actual deal
People seem to love living under my hair
Some of them call me London I'm also known as New York

Anywhere in the world you find me, I talk the same bad talk
Walk the same walk from side to side
You're transparent to me there ain't a thing you can hide
Derive glamor from the stamina it takes to survive

You think I didn't know it's all over your face like a rat
Now give me your cash and go before your heart break
You're living under my wing and all you got I'm gonna take
I'm a dirty old man

He's a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man
And a friend of mine

He's a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man
And a friend of mine

Huh, I'm a rough old man beyond heartache
To improve my mood I could use an earthquake
I sit awake for my people to release the pain
So I can know peace again in my skin

Sin, deceit and mistrust soaked in, huh
I think I might just bust open, drops of woe
The streets flow with tears I fall down all around your ears
If I could, if I was made of wood, start a fire, no lie

I can afford to smoke a sacred fire
'Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet
My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret
So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue I started young

I got teenagers carrying guns, I hear you
Wanna hold me to blame but we're the same
So for me win society and feel the shame
I'm a rough old man

He's a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man
And a friend of mine

He's a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man
And a friend of mine

Oh, I'm a rough old man
This is who I am
He's a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man
And a friend of mine

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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I running?
What am I saying, what am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, you need something special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute?
Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon at sundown

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Piggy Pie - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Piggy Pie
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Come and get it, woo!
We got some fresh vittles
For your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch
So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka

The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken, turkey, piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine

I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out

Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face
It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half
But I'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh

Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck

He walked in the room and everybody rose
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet

Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get away
That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway

Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime
So I racked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rhines

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guardy he told me wait
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate

'Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel

People in my city, they fight for their meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richie is the devil, he never really made it
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it

Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and laid it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late
It took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate 'cuz I need

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!

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Lying Awake - Lyrics - Authority Zero

Title: Lying Awake
Artist: Authority Zero
Composer(s): Bill Marcks, Jim Wilcox, Jason Devore, Jeremy Wood

Lyric:
Lying awake, lost in time
With no reason to turn around and put it all aside, yeah
Here today, gone tomorrow
While drowning in all of their sorrows

At age 14, no inhibitions
And I sure as hell did not need your permission
Never looking forward, and I was never looking back
And I'd never known what's next

But as the days had gone by
Both ignorant and blind
New visions of a world started filling my eyes
Tossing and turning with eyes open wide
That is where I find

I'm lying awake, lost in time
With no reason to turn around and put it all aside, yeah
Here today, gone tomorrow
While drowning in all of their sorrows

Years go by as we start to see
So many generations torn by poverty and greed
So many whining that their lives are oh so bad
But far better than so many, it's sad

Becoming intoxicated by all of the madness
And all of the pain that they've been through
Hoping and searching, a world in despair
Right outside, no more

Lying awake, lost in time
With no reason to turn around and put it all aside, yeah
Here today, gone tomorrow
While drowning in all of their sorrows

There's just got to some other way
The people are dying today
There's just got to be some other time
That they are going to find

There's just got to be some sort of progress
Some other way they're going to know
There's just got to be another means to an end
Here's to hoping that it will show

Wake up

Like some people in our society
And it grows, planted like a seed
So what do we do when it comes down on you
Cries ring out as a chime for awakening

Taking time as you go, maybe don't turn away
Maybe showing interest could show them light of day
Light of day

Well, it's a pretty fine line as community paces
(Whoa, can't you see their faces?)
Stepping up to the edge daily different cases
(Whoa, can't you see their faces?)

Well, it's a pretty fine line as community paces
(Whoa, can't you see their faces?)
Stepping up to the edge daily different cases
(Whoa, can't you see their faces?)

Third world tragedy, another in store
(Oh, can't you see their faces coming around?)
Another taste of what's real, can they take anymore?
(So many faces different places with so many face down)

Another third world tragedy, another in store
(Oh, can't you see their faces coming around?)
Another taste of what's real, can they take anymore?
(So many faces different places with so many face down)

Lying awake, lost in time
With no reason to turn around and put it all aside, yeah
Here today, gone tomorrow
While drowning in all of their sorrows

Lying awake, lost in time
With no reason to turn around and put it all aside, yeah
Here today, gone tomorrow
While drowning in all of their sorrows

I?m lying awake

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Git Up, Get Out - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Git Up, Get Out
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

I don't recall, ever graduation at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin' life like a bum

Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see

I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon' do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though
(Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested

I know you know but I'm gon' say this to you I
Get high but I don't get too high, so what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without

And what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know somethin' I don't
Do you have any suggestions?
'Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin'
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'

But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin'
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin' this route without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Well, uh, git up, stand up, so what's said, you dick head
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' starters

In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb
I followed them when they ran numbers

So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em

See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin'
Smoke out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money

Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me
I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool yeah, it's real cool, gettin' paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time

It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day

I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin')
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick

'84 Se-Dan DeVille, steady bouncin'
Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the South side flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow

So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks
And through the fog, here come the Red Dogs
I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog

Dippin' from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie hoo my white owls are burnin' kinda slow

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so why I got to register?
I thinkin' of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes

So let me take ya way back to
When a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta
Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin' at the loadin' dock

They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin'
Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down

I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool
Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fade

Instead of bein' in a class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up I shoulda listened when my mama told me

That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin' yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
So get up off your ass

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to

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