False Pretense - Lyrics - Don't You Fake It - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Title: False Pretense
Album: Don't You Fake It
Artist: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Composer(s): Ronnie Winter

Lyric:
Oh, it's time to let it go

The world's got a funny way of turning 'round on you
When a friend tries to stab you right in the face
Losin' faith in everything I thought I hoped and knew
Don't sweat it, set off false pretense

Betray, you're not gonna be willin' to change
Yeah, and it doesn't seem likely to fade
Betray, you're not gonna be willin' to change
'Cause you know

In sacrifice
False pretense, you're letting go
Stop pretending, don't deny
False pretense, you're letting go

All alone you know, you thought you got the best of me
You were wrong and I'm laughing right in your face
I cannot believe you blamed, you were my family
Don't sweat it, set off false pretense

Betray, you're not gonna be willin' to change
Yeah, and it doesn't seem likely to fade
Betray, you're not gonna be willin' to change
'Cause you know

In sacrifice
False pretense, you're letting go
Stop pretending, don't deny
False pretense, you're letting go

Guitar
Oh, it's time to let it go

I can't seem to understand it how
You've turned out to be so cold
You tried but were caught red-handed
Are you happy with your role?

It's funny to me how
You've turned into such a joke

In sacrifice
False pretense, you're letting go
Stop pretending, don't deny
False pretense, you're letting go

So play the game until you run out
And play the game into my head

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Ain'T Broke Yet - Lyrics - Cowboy Troy

Title: Ain'T Broke Yet
Artist: Cowboy Troy
Composer(s): John D. Rich, Cowboy Troy, Kenny Alphin

Lyric:
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'

Well, I'm three weeks late on my credit card payment
The lady on the phone said she wants to make arrangements
"Put a little down, can you pay a little on it?"
My wallet's too flat, couldn't pay if I wanted
They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail
The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail
My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty
Used to have friends said they wanna stick with me

Dogs in my stomach, 'cause now I'm getting hungry
Really under pressure wanna talk to my mommy
People on the corner askin' me for change?
Gotta find me a job with a higher pay range
I've gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot, that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'

Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'

The dang landlord's knockin' on my front door
Said he wants the rent from two weeks before
I want to make a call, huh I can't use the phone
That was late too, couldn't get a dial tone
Got snow on my TV, no more cable
Gotta use my straits, keepin' food on my table
My car note's overdue, the bank's talkin' repo
Gotta take my girl to the matinee show

I'm makin' sure she takes a purse big as a tent
Sneakin' in candy bars for 89 cents
I take her to the buffet later in the evenin'
All you can eat, gotta maximize your feedin'
Gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'

Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I? What am I? What am I?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Sho' nuff!)

See we live in a world of false pretense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
My credit is a joke, the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
Livin' in a world of false pretense
If I don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'

Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I? What am I? What am I?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')

Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I? What am I? What am I?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'

Oh yes he is
(Oh yes he is)

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The Bradley - Lyrics - Further Seems Forever

Title: The Bradley
Artist: Further Seems Forever
Composer(s): Chad J Neptune, Joshua E Colbert, Steven Lee Kleisath, Christopher Carrabba, Nicolau Dominguez

Lyric:
False pretense
A lack of resonance
A derisive sentiment
And confidence

These bonds were always fake
Crafted for safety's sake
But pasted wings and foil rings
Do not an angel make

I see you left me with your, your last word
It's ringing with the note less shrill of jealousy
And the claims of imperfection and the crying out for
The things that you deserve but your voice is never audible
Beneath the anger in your words it's ringing, it's breaking me

You can't belittle this
This could change everything
This one is mine to believe

This is unparalleled
A grace that's like gravity
A clarity I've never seen

Or ever heard
Since your last word, last words

I see you've left me with your, your last word
It's ringing with the note less shrill of jealousy
And the claims of imperfection and the crying out for
The things that you deserve but your voice is never audible
Beneath the anger in your words it's ringing, it's breaking me

It's breaking me
It's breaking me

But the hottest words can cauterize
And in anger, there's just wasted time
So your last words, just another I won't hear

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Dollaz + Sense - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Dollaz + Sense
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Blake

Lyric:
Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh

Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
But bitches like you don't grow

You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown

And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and

Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck

'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side

Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playin' with your punk ass
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets
It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'

To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop

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Everything Evil - Lyrics - Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD) - Coheed And Cambria

Title: Everything Evil
Album: Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD)
Artist: Coheed And Cambria
Composer(s): Michael T Todd, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever

Lyric:
I wait for everything evil in you comes out
I'll stay when we'll only motivate sound instead sergeant
Make for the table in hopes that I won't be afraid again
Call when enabled and send the leader out against, I will

Stage a reenactment in a false pretense, exist inflict
Unworthy unconsciousness
Why debate when the action's suppressed
Then kill the acquitted

Listen to the sounds that remain in question
In hopes to solidify a truce
Amongst the children and the jury that stands the verdict
Alive here among the dead

Evolve the monster
Show me the thing I've never wanted done
Evolve the monster
Do me the things I never wanted done

I, I felt much better than this before
If they find out to avoid
Then the accident's kept hidden away
If they stay

Blood hungry cannibalistic unfit family ties
In a series of knocks to the young girl's head side
Come write me a letter and paste it on my refrigerator door
Inspected inspector, I think we've found something over here

I, I felt much better than this before
If they find out to avoid
Then the accident's kept hidden away
If they stay

Jesse, just come look at what your brother did?
Here he did away with me
Jesse, just come look at what your brother did?
Here he did away with me

Stay until Wednesday
And write me a child-like letter pretending
At war here in Thursday
Let's make this our last day at home by the fence

Would you run, would you run
Would you run down past the fence?
Would you run, would you run
Would you run down past the fence?

And she screamed Claudio, dear Claudio
I wish goddamn it, we'll make it if you believe
And she screamed Claudio, dear Claudio
I wish goddamn it, we'll make it if you believe
And she screamed Claudio, dear Claudio
I wish goddamn it, we'll make it if you believe

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The Eyes Have It - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: The Eyes Have It
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Talyor

Lyric:
Life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

Yeah, life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

I heard the meek shall inherit the earth
I heard those that don't speak up inherit the worst
I heard the rich get the treasures and the right to write history
I heard the poor get buried in dirt

I tell people play to win so they're scared of my verse
People scared of their power, people scared of their worth
People scared of success, people barely alert
People scared to get hurt or embarrassed to work

I been a security guard at Guitar Center
A food service worker and a telemarketer
Dreamin? 'bout goin? to [Incomprehensible]
Maybe CalArts or even the Arts Center

But music was my passion, part of my callin? to
Hustle year 'round, spring, summer, fall, winter
Will stop for nothin?, you shouldn't start with us
For the people, by the Dilated Peoples, hard hitters

Life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

Yeah, life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

Once again life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? The eyes have it
There are exceptions, people use their ties
Without the eyes, only way to win is lies

And some keep you under false pretense
And any half-truths fall under this roof
You gotta watch for these types, they be plottin?
Subliminally waitin? for you to get gotten

From Lost Angels to the rockin? Apple
Some get lost or caught by the shrapnel
Shoot your mouth off ?cause ricochets, watch for that
You never ready when the city fired back

Never ready for a hard day's night
And at home life ain't right so they dreamin? 'bout a flight
A getaway to divert the day's traffic
But life is right here goin? fast, you better grab it

Life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

Yeah, life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

For the people, by the peoples
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

Y'all know my get down, my day to day
You can't spell Dilate without L.A.
Majority rules, some are outnumbered
It's a jungle out there, sometimes it makes me wonder

Why there's so many rats chasin? the cheese?
Cats facin? disease, cats facin? police
People bendin? the rules, just playin? to eat
It?s like connect the dots every day on the street

Life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

Yeah, life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people

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Make It Funky - Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

Title: Make It Funky
Album: Rhyme Pays
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
(Make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound
'Cause my crew don't mess around
(Make it funky)

So the girls can get busy, dog the dance floor
Make the guys get dizzy
(Make it funky)
Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat is kept
(Make it funky)

Stupid fly, it's got to the F U N K why?
So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce
Manipulate the bass gain give the level's a boost
The lyric layer rhyme sayer, born to be player

If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor
Governator, Senator, I'm your mentor
Rap rhythm is erratic, time is four, four
I'm the microphone scholar, clockin' long dollars

Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler
Genius vocalist, rhyme style priceless
Pound of gold around my neck, mic in my first
The microphone virtuoso crazy insane I'm loco

With the speed to exceed, make other MC's look slow mo
Un-lease release words mean as a beast
I eat MC's for lunch and dinner, I can serve for a feast
Their rhymes are elementary, mine deserve a PhD
This beat is F U N Key my name is Ice T

Make it funky

Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut
Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt
It's rough the beat is gangsterous, call it tough
If you're diss'n stop frontin', come on what's up?

Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face
Vegas got my highs, E.V's got control my bass
My break is comin' get busy no time ta waste
Now's the time do body work here's the place

Make it funky

Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough
'Cause I'm tossin' it up and the Ice don't bluff
The girl charmer, toy harmer, juice strong as armor
When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama

Intense suspense my voice emcee
I wouldn't have you come and see me under false pretense
The girlies do be wild'n'as I'm profilin'
Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half

Autographs the list goes on
If you forgot it 'Make it funky' is the name of this song
Stupid dope and you know it, it rates a ten
You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again

'Cause I can keep the mic cookin' for an entire month
My rhymes are always hard hittin' I don't know how to bunt
My DJ cuts like a laser E V I L E
Put your finger on the records make it, make it funky

Make it funky

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Home - Lyrics - 12 Stones - 12 Stones

Title: Home
Album: 12 Stones
Artist: 12 Stones
Composer(s): Kevin Dorr, Paul Mccoy, Patrick Quave, Eric Weaver

Lyric:
In my eyes you see the pain
With each lie I take the blame
With each sigh I slowly fall away

You are there when I need you
You sew me up when I bleed through
The endless cloth of lies surrounding me

Everything that I am you have given me
The lessons that I've learned are bringing me home
It's everything that I need, it's all the truth that I believe
Right where I need to be just bring me home

I hide in darkness blind to sense
Chasing a dream with false pretense
Help me find the fracture in this dark sky

Everything that I believe is slowly overtaking me
I'm just trying to find my way back home
Endless days are haunting me open eyes and I can't sleep
I need this now rescue me, just bring me home

You can't bring me down
'Cause I'm going home

It's everything that I need, it's all the truth that I believe
Right where I need to be just bring me home
Endless days are haunting me open eyes and I can't sleep
I need this now rescue me, just bring me home

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Basement Kiss - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Basement Kiss
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello, Cait O Riordan

Lyric:
Lucy Grace can't show her face down
In the North End Road for in Belgravia
Rumors have been whispered
And suggestions have been made

Did you sell your friends out
When the heat got too intense?
You say you like the danger
But it's only a pretense

You say you need the money
When everybody knows you can always
Fall back on your inheritance

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?

Who's that sneaking 'round the door?
You can't come here no more
Can't you go home again?
She used to sit alone for hours
Spend her evenings watering dried flowers

When her mother came to stay
And finally went to bed
Lucy Grace was in the front room
Shooting through your head
She tried to take your breath away
And give you something else instead

Next year she'll serve her function
In that Audrey Hepburn hat
It still won't suit her much
But she'll get over that

She'll be pale and feign indifference
As they're handling out the prizes
Spilling Daddy's pearls of wisdom
And her ugly sister's tranquillizers

Why were you so tardy putting up your guard?
When you hurt so easily and you try so hard

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?

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Never Gonna Come Back - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Never Gonna Come Back
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Arnold Hamilton, Barry White, Anthony Berkeley, Scott Kinchen

Lyric:
Black woman, she's never gonna come back
Princess, she's never gonna come back
The Queen, modern civilization
(I never find another honor like a track)

Just knowin' she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, I saw the woman I love colored in blood
War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud
As four ships hovered above, my heart griefs
But at least she didn't take the mark of the beast
Rest in peace Boo

If I blessed then I'ma meet you on the other side
But for now I gotta slide through physical minefields
Miserable is how my mind feels knowin'
It's long time to heal, shit is real

Another black mold in a hole
God rest your soul as you travel back home
I'll carry your essence in the thoughts I'm manifestin'
As pleasant memories outshine my depression

My physical stress says it's time to rest
Bein' chased by the devil tryin' to take my breath
Ain't a place on the Earth that you can't get touched
If I get bucked let my melanin' rust hit the dust

She's never gonna come back
(The queen, the princess)
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, yo, just knowin' she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, my Boo was hard as corn liquor when we met
Livin' jet set, everything connect
Fitted like a seam, double stitched
If I had a scratch she knew where to find the itch

Many warm hugs and soapy back rubs
Candlelight's held tight at the hips every night
My soul is cold Boo, I can't abandon ship
'Cause of false reactions, I miss you with a passion

Your new being represents a universal mean
So rise like cream, black queen
Unfortunately you died in my arms
From a stray bullet from afar that ripped through the car

My dreams are intense with very little sense
My pretense cracked to find an honor like a track Boo
I wanna follow in pursuit
What I got to do, what I got to do

She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, yo, yo, just knowin' she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)
She's never gonna come back

Yo, yo, yo, just knowin' she's never gonna come back
When I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Another casualty of war in the black on black crime saga
More drama for the ghetto
More human bodies ignited by metal
Yo, once they gone they never come back, yo

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