Fire Fire - Lyrics - Arular - M.I.A.

Title: Fire Fire
Album: Arular
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): Maya Arulpragasam, Anthony Edward Whiting

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Lyric:
Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Competition coming up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop
Competition coming up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop

Row da boat straight to da ocean
Give him a run a run at his own game
Signal the plane an' I landed on the runway
A survivor, independent foreigner

First your beats had me running to the running man
Then your chat had me wanna do the boogie man
Click suits and booted in the Timbaland
Freakin' out to Missy on a Timbaland

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Competition coming up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop
Competition coming up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop

You shoulda been good to me
Then I wouldn't get so rowdy rowdy
You shoulda kept ya eye on me
Then I wouldn't get so baddy baddy

Whether you are swingin' out to swing beat
Laying low and jacking up to Lou Reed
Chasin' out to Pixies and the Beasties
Doin' acid with hair colored geek freaks

Fast forward onto the' 04
Got my own flow get you to the dance floor
Little mamma doin' the booty rolls
Crump clowns got me rootin' for the linos

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Competition comin' up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop
Competition comin' up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Competition comin' up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop
Competition comin' up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Growin' up, brewin' up
Guerrilla gettin' trained up
Look out, look out
From over the rooftop

Competition comin' up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop
Competition comin' up now
Load up, aim, fire, fire, pop

Fire, fire, pop
Fire, fire, pop

Fire, fire, pop
Fire, fire, pop
Fire, fire, pop
Fire, fire, pop

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Growin' Up - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Growin' Up
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Richard Rudolph, Kenny St Lewis, O'Shea Jackson, Gene Dozier, Minnie Riperton

Lyric:
Ha ha, that's my shit
Turn it up
Uh, yeah

I hear a beat like this and think about growin' up
House parties with gangbangers showin' up
Represent your hood, everybody throw it up
They say, Cube, get on the mic, nigga, blow it up

I used to be lyrical, political
But now you want it sugarcoated, like cereal
First I met Dre, then I met Yella
Dr. Dre made me rap acapella

Me and Jinx did a show at Dudo's
With K-Dee, I think it was two shows
Then Dre introduced me to E
Cruisin' down the street in his red Jeep

He said, "Yo, niggaz, we should flip it like this
'Cause them 'Boyz N the Hood' like the gangsta shit"
I put the pen to the pad, young nigga was raw
And told the world how we felt about the law
It was real

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I see the happiness, all day, every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

Oh, shit, it's N.W.A.
Them niggaz on tour and they comin' our way
Little Eminem is still tucked away
In that trailer park, just bumpin' our tape

Jerry Heller tried to make his escape
I had to bounce, while other niggaz got raped
Same niggaz turned around and said fuck me
No, fuck you, 'cause I'm down with Chuck D

And I'm 'bout to do a movie up, a classic
When I hit the screen, nigga, it was magic
Never thought I'd see Eazy in a casket
Thanks for everythang, that's on everythang

I learned a lot of game from you
I like your son, he got his name from you
I tell him everythang that he need to know
If he ask my advice, I won't think twice, homey

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I see the happiness, all day, every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

From 'Boyz N the Hood', to XXX, too
Everybody wanna know my next move
Fans all around say, "We love you, Cube"
I wanna take time to say, I love you, too

I love all my fans 'cause they know I'm a man
And not a little boy or some fuckin' play toy
A lot of niggaz say, I grew up on you
And let me know if anybody fuck wit'chu

'Cause you talk a lot of shit about the red, black and blue
And how they treat a nigga called Katrina, did you see her?
White folks worry 'bout them fuckin' misdemeanor
While black people dyin' in that God damn arena

Just because I'm actin', nigga, never stop rappin'
It's in my blood, homey, I'ma keep the party crackin'
Money keep stackin 'til they put me in a casket
Who you think you fuckin' wit? Here's another classic

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I see the happiness, all day, every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I'm Ruthless, I'm Ruthlesso
Street Knowledge, Lench Mob
Westside, uh

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

Uh, that shit, huh

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Growin' Up Down There - Lyrics - Billy Currington - Billy Currington

Title: Growin' Up Down There
Album: Billy Currington
Artist: Billy Currington
Composer(s): Billy Currington, Casey Beathard, Kenny Beard

Lyric:
That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were ridin' high in that old truck of mine
In deep as we could get

Always lookin' for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck
And swingin' that mud everywhere, growin' up down there

Me and my friends wear the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Takin' turns on a swing, takin' turns, takin' drinks
And I don't mean iced tea

A good buzz later playin' chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared, growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin' us on
Keepin' things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there

Well, nothin' goin' on ever lasted too long
We were good at makin' good times
Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin'
Through both ends of the night

Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck
And tryin' to get lucky somewhere, growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin' us on
Keepin' things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin' us on
Keepin' things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well I'd still be growin' up down there

Yeah, lookin' back now man it don't seem fair
If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there

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Brotherhood - Lyrics - 3t

Title: Brotherhood
Artist: 3t
Composer(s): Tito Joe Jackson, Mark Cory Rooney, Mark Morales, Taj Jackson, Taryll Arden Jackson

Lyric:
United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

Say, brothers are your best friends
By your side until the end
Always there to lend a hand
And do all they can, yeah

See, brothers stand tall
All for one and one for all
I'll do all that a brother could
To make it good in my brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

I'll be there for them
Whenever they're in need
We share a common band
You see, I learned it from a brother
And I taught it to my younger

I realize that life is hard
And it has it's ups and downs
There's no need to worry 'bout a thing
'Cause I know all is good in my brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

That special bond
That holds us three as one
Makes me feel so good inside
It makes me feel so strong

I'll never turn my back on them
As long as I live
And whenever I have a problem
I know to rely on my brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

United we stand, divided we fall
That's how it is in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood
Forever we'll stay together and strong
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

Special shout out
So convincing style
Doin' something right
Yeah, check it out
One love, y'all
Growing up in the hood

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Growin' Up In The Hood - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Growin' Up In The Hood
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Terry Keith Allen, Andre P Manuel, Joe Simon, Aaron Bernard Tyler

Lyric:
Wake your punk ass up
The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1
You know what I'm sayin', gia

Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade

And at home it's the same ass story
Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this shit, so, I bones the hell out

And roll with the pack of wicked motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga with no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball

Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin'
Stagger to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin'
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and money

I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder
But, it just seems that the hood, that took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harassin'
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin'

Community tryin' to shut me out
But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short motherfucker

Always strappin', eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take two to your jaw

Don't enter my hood, homeboy
Not a Robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Nothin' but bitches and money

1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm fuckin' up shit
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps

As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools cheap

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother

As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good
Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nothin' but bitches and money, yeah

A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game

But I'm still makin' my profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So, I keep hidin' my face
No time to waste, they got me on the chase

Now, the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5, O at my door, at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock

Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
Am I sure, yo, I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn
That ain't good, growin' up in the hood

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure

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Corn Fed - Lyrics - Shannon Brown

Title: Corn Fed
Artist: Shannon Brown
Composer(s): John Rich, Vicky Mcgehee, Shannon Brown

Lyric:
Corn fed

We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream
When the cars don't move when the light turns green
We don't lock our doors when we leave the house
There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out
That's the way we do it in our town, yeah

You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed

Ain't no burnin' flags on our Court House Square
You see Old Glory flyin' everywhere
There ain't no Valley joint with five-star atmosphere
Daddy's home grown beef's what's for dinner here
An' we wash it down with a tall, cold beer, yeah

You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed
Corn fed

Rooster crows, six a.m.
John Deere pulling that plow again
Spit on your face, hands in the dirt
Ain't nothin' better on God's great earth

You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Well, I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed
Corn fed

Corn fed
Corn fed

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Burnout - Lyrics - Foot In Mouth - Green Day

Title: Burnout
Album: Foot In Mouth
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Frank E., Iii Wright, Michael Pritchard, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
I declare I don't care no more
I'm burning up and out and growing bored
In my smoked out boring room

My hair is shagging in my eyes
Dragging my feet to hit the street tonight
To drive along these shoot town lights

I'm not growin' up
I'm just burnin' out
And I stepped in line
To walk amongst the dead

Oh, apathy has rained on me
And now I'm feeling like a soggy dream
So close to drowning but I don't mind

I've lived inside this mental cave
Throw my emotions in the grave
The hell! Who needs them anyway?

I'm not growin' up
I'm just burnin' out
And I stepped in line
To walk amongst the dead

I'm not growin' up
I'm just burnin' out
And I stepped in line
To walk amongst the dead, dead

I'm not growin' up
I'm just burnin' out
And I stepped in line
To walk amongst the dead

I'm not growin' up
I'm just burnin' out
And I stepped in line
To walk amongst the dead, dead

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Hard Times - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Hard Times
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
Who put this shit together?

I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that
Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at
Never goin' ta school all kinda bullshit
They callin' my moma in I got her lookin' unfit

But look it aint Cint fault, I turned out this way
It's my fault she told me right from wrong everyday
When my daddy got killed, I think that's when I went a stray
Mark Nell L.T. and me made niggas lay on they face

We was about that gunplay and on the grind
We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine
Gotta get it how you live, where the fuck I'm from
Gotta keep it on the real, where the fuck I'm from

Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous
They lock us up but the jail ain't changin' us
You'll make it how I live if you don't mind dyin'
Growin' up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga

Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where it's at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga

Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where it's at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga

It's a hard time comin' up where I'm from like a twister spinnin'
Don't get caught in it
It's drastic drama, it's everyday life, whoa
Jackin' is a way of livin' if you ain't on the right road

I move fast, my people say I need ta slow down
Close ya nose or ya gonna go down
I'm beefin' with different sets, I'm duckin' them white folks
Playin' my hoes close, they tied up like a rope

I'm slangin' tryin' ta make a million and chill
Buy a ten story buildin' and a football field
Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill
Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real

My mama cryin' 'cuz she think, I'ma get my head bust
But I tell her growin' up with no daddy is rough
Welfare ain't enough and I wanna shine
So I'm goin' get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa

Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where it's at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga

Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where it's at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga

Me and my niggas buyin' cars don't give a fuck what its costin'
Neighborhood superstar Hot Boys 'bout flossin'
Crossin' any of us, get that put in a coffin
You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often

We ballin', shot callin', walkin' to the top
And when we get there believe we closin' shop
I'm lettin' my law down makin' G's nigga
I done been through them hard times, I'm makin' chesse nigga

Me and Fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga
Fade me the B.G. pretty please nigga
I'm a six figure, money go-getter drivin' expedition
Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position

Riches is what I'm chasin' everyday nigga
Killin' bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga
Tryin' ta shine Cash Money on the grind nigga
Stackin' gingles 'cuz we done been through hard times, nigga peep me

Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where it's at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga

Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where it's at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga

Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where it's at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga
...

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I Feel You - Lyrics - Saints & Sinners - All Saints

Title: I Feel You
Album: Saints & Sinners
Artist: All Saints
Composer(s): Melanie Blatt, Stewart Zender, Femi Williams, Russell Nash

Lyric:
Fortunately I've been blessed
Blessed with love and happiness
Who'd have known a soul so
Pure could reach and save my loneliness

When I think that
Day to day I live a life so full of complications
So put by the thought of lies and the tribulations
But I just smile at the thought of you, by my side

And everyday my hopes evolve when I see you
And all around, my world is whole
I've no need to be insecure, I'm self-assured
Every time I feel you, I feel you

People fall and lose their way
Because of you I know, I'll stay
Guided by our love
I'll always have a reason to pave our way

Never give up on your lovin'
You're the one that keeps my heart growin'
Never give up on your lovin'
You're the one that keeps my heart growin', growin'

Day to day I live a life so full of complications
So put by the thought of lies and the tribulations
But I just smile at the thought of you, by my side

And everyday my hopes evolve when I see you
And all around, my world is whole
I've no need to be insecure, I'm self-assured
Every time I feel you, I feel you

And everyday my hopes evolve when I see you
And all around, my world is whole
I've no need to be insecure, I'm self-assured
Every time I feel you, I feel you

Never give up on your lovin'
You're the one that keeps my heart growin'
Never give up on your lovin'
You're the one that keeps my heart growin', growin'

Never give up on your lovin'
You're the one that keeps my heart growin'
Never give up on your lovin'
You're the one that keeps my heart growin', growin'

And everyday my hopes evolve when I see you
And all around, my world is whole
I've no need to be insecure, I'm self-assured
Every time I feel you, I feel you

And everyday my hopes evolve when I see you
And all around, my world is whole
I've no need to be insecure, I'm self-assured
Every time I feel you, I feel you

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Imagine - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Imagine
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Tracy Lynn Curry, Andre Romell Young, M Batson, Calvin Broadus, D Parker, J Boyd

Lyric:
Yo Doc, what up my nigga? Snoop Dogg, this what it is
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta, man
And I think it's time for me and you
To just tone it down a bit, come on

Imagine it never happened
Imagine no rappin', imagine niggaz trapped
Imagine it havin' action
Imagine how niggaz could be actin'
If you never got this shit crackin'

Imagine life's so hard
You can't imagine, it's like livin' in the City of God
You feel me? Imagine life on the yard
Or tryin' get that dollar on some shitty ass job

Imagine Biggie with his son
Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one
Imagine a mother struglin', dealin' with a system
That don't give a fuck about who shot her son

Imagine life where you can't win
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
When you get out the pen, you go right to the jenz
So if you get back to the streets, you go right back in

Imagine Russell still strugglin'
No Def Jam, just another nigga hustlin'
And there no rocks on them fellaz
Just rocks on them fellaz, just tryna keep it bubblin'

Imagine niggaz dressed up
From the East to the West Coast, everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination to know niggaz
Been blessed with hip hop

Before we go, can you imagine?
Picture years with your mom, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine?
Call emergency, I've been dreamin' all my life

Could you imagine bein' lit up by some hot shells?
Imagine bein' tossed around and put in jail
Imagine life when you can't get from under
Imagine niggaz at you when you done fo'

Remember how they asked you what you run for
And treat you like a bitch?
When they kick you in your dick and take your shit?
We actin' like they hate to see you gung ho
But just imagine if the rappin' got the gun, no
But you already know

Imagine niggaz in the LBC
Felt just like Snoop Dogg & D R E
And felt just like the niggaz in the 213
Then imagine that's what's comin' when you fuckin' with me

Imagine you was up on top of this shit
Imagine if the bitches could stay off this dick
I mean imagine we said fuck this shit
Imagine if my niggaz got together and tow up this bitch, yeah

You can't imagine growin' up in the jail, dunn
Happy just to be alive' watchin' all your people run
But you imagine growin' up to sell your 50 million records worldwide
Or fuckin' off somebody's son

Imagine if these niggaz never saw a color
Would it be peaceful in them streets where niggaz kill each other?
All the drunk fool get is pissed on balls
He fuckin' off my niggaz, they gon' murder us all, imagine that

Before we go, can you imagine?
Picture years with your mom, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine?
Call emergency, I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life

Before we go, can you imagine?
Picture years with your mom, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine?
Call emergency, I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life

Imagine, imagine
Can you imagine? Can you imagine?
Can you imagine? Imagine, imagine

In the name of Allah, in the name of God
The benificiant, the merciful
The one God to whom all praises due
Regardless of land labor, of title

No matter what name you call God by
Whenever life seems hard
Everybody know that you must talk to God

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Gangsta Bop - Lyrics - Konvicted - Akon

Title: Gangsta Bop
Album: Konvicted
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Troels Nielsen, Rune Rask, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Konvict, konvict
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Go gangsta
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock wit me let's get this *** poppin', up front
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a *** was clockin'

See nowadays seems like everybody wanna be killas
Gorillaz gettin' high off their *** and liquor, you die quicker
Paramedics drive back slow to the hospital
You get pronounced dead before the hospital

Stop f****** when you know you won't pull nothin'
First *** to retreat when the tools bust
Playin' with it is bad for your health
For your homeboys are gone, you the last one left now

They heart's beatin' but these *** be scared
The real ones are all locked up or dead
Nowadays you can't find a good connect
But if you do you might be the feds so

I don't know you, you don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's

If you owe me or we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze
Pause for a minute guaranteed you gonna bleed
'Cause that's how we was raised growin' up in these streets

Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me let's get this *** boppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a ***, was clockin'

See it's hard gettin' good easy to do evil
And I ain't really into meetin' wit new people
Just put the money in the bag and I'll leave you
Then we [Incomprehensible]

You make a hundred dollars to the streets you made a G
When you coppin' *** they swearin' you move ***
Feds gettin' close and the rats in the G's
And they tryin' to find those birds not the ones that sleep in trees

We got that bird, we got that blue
You want short skirts? We got that too
Whatever you need my ***, show me the cheese
And baby you can believe that we can make that true

I don't know you, you don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's

If you owe me or we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze
Pause for a minute guaranteed you gonna bleed
'Cause that's how we was raised growin' up in these streets

Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me, let's get this *** boppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a *** was clockin'

Streets been watchin' and they don't blink
Sidewalk got ears, the pavement don't sleep
The fittest will survive, the weak just don't eat
Everybody in between just gettin' a rap sheet

The streets been watchin' and they don't blink
Sidewalk got ears, the pavement don't sleep
The fittest will survive, the weak just don't eat
Everybody in between just gettin' a rap sheet

I don't know you, you don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's

If you owe me or we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze
Pause for a minute guaranteed you gonna bleed
'Cause that's how we was raised growin' up in these streets

Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me, let's get this *** boppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a *** was clockin'

Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me, let's get this *** boppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a *** was clockin'

See it's hard gettin' good, easy to do evil
And I ain't really into meetin' wit new people
(Go gangsta)

See it's hard gettin' good, easy to do evil
(Go gangsta)
And I ain't really into meetin' wit new people
See it's hard gettin' good, easy to do evil
(Go gangsta)
And I ain't really into meetin' wit new people

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We Can Make It Right - Lyrics - Gametime - Lil' Romeo

Title: We Can Make It Right
Album: Gametime
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Lil' Romeo C Strouse, M Charnin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
(This for everybody that been through the struggle)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Black, white, red or blue)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(We all the same, yeah)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, throw your hands up)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Put your hands up, raise your hands up)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Yeah, okay)

Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script
Every other day another person was hit
We rode buses to school, I followed the rules
First grade, second grade, packed up and we moved

Still had to struggle, my pops gave up his hustle
Got into music, then game started to bubble
My main focus is to study, stay out of trouble
Bad Bubba, look at me now, thanks dad, I love you

Whoever thought that a 12 year old could touch souls
Even hip-hop braids in a row, that?s so cold
I tell my friends, family and all my fans
May God bless everyone on this land

It?s a hard life, but love is love, play your cards right
Reach for the stars, life is trouble, put up a fight
Before you know it, your inner sides start flowin?
We all have a talent, some just don?t know

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Hard life is all about sacrifice
It ain?t no limit, I told y?all I?mma be alright
I?m reachin? out to all those who might have lost their sight
It?s never too late, ask the Lord for life

You only got one life, it?s time to do it right
Clean yourself up, take back charge of your life
Do us all a favor and please quit your behavior
Count your blessings ?cause only you and God could save ya

To the people, when the World Trade hit the floor
And all the soldiers in the Pentagon, God bless all y?all
To the families and all the loved ones lost
To the heroes in Pittsburg, you took it by far

The world state y?all, yeah, we took ?em head on
Your names will live forever, thanks for y?all we live on
Mr. President, nice job, well done
Now ain?t no terrorists gonna spoil the fun

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Okay)

Everybody talkin? lil? lil' this and lil? lil? that
I told y?all before this is bigger than rap
It's too much hatin? goin? on, let us young ones be
Only time will tell, I?m just tryin? to be me

I make music for people to bang in the street
First single 'My baby' number one 10 weeks
I did a show with Michael, yeah, I?m comin? for the title
I?m young, but my dad taught me all about survival

I don?t feed into the negative, I sho? improve what I do
Don?t go for the masses to be true like the Bible
I?ve been here long y?all, I?m part of the cycle
That started so until its big it's washing numbers I do

I?m tryin? to be the next Jay-Z, Nelly and Ja Rule
Put it down like my pops, that?s just the way that I move
It's gotta be another way, live to see another day
Every night I go to bed, I kneel down to the Lord and say

We can make it right for us
(Just remember if you make it right today)
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(It?ll even be better tomorrow)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up, raise your hands up)

We can make it right for us
(Throw your hands up, put your hands up)
We can make it right for us
(Raise your hands up, yeah, okay)
Stead of treated, we get tricked
(Okay okay)
Stead of kisses, we get kicked
(Don?t stop, won?t stop, can?t stop)

We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
Stead of treated, we get tricked
Stead of kisses, we get kicked

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Big Dreams - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Big Dreams
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
It's not, it's not me exactly, who touches people
It's what I represent, the possibility that dreams from long ago
May still come true even if they, even if, even if
Even if they look lost forever

I had a homie named, Tony, 16, 6"2'
Headed to the NBA straight from high school
My nigga had his ball game on lock
But at the same time he was in love with the block

All the stuff that came wit it the drugs and the guns
The gangs, the slangs and all the funds
He just got a letter of contempt from the Cavaliers
Sayin' how they love him and they wish he was there

He had it made like, Special Ed about to get the bread
But chose to do somethin' dumb instead
Go to war wit the crew on the other side of town
And was more ready then Tony got laid down

He ain't even have a chance, died 'fore the ambulance
Even got to him so many went through him
I hate to tell the story but that's how it is
Growin' up in the hood as a kid

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I knew a girl named Gina that was a hell of a singer
And e'body fell in love wit her when they seen her
Babygirl was on the verge of signin' a big deal
Eighteen and life looked so surreal

She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news
And all he ever did was give baby the blues
But she was true to a nigga do for a nigga
Pop, you and ya whole crew for a nigga

One night, he came, picked her up
Told her let's ride that's the same night
Daddy watched her die they was tryna hit a lick
But the lick hit back put a end to the deal
And all of that

She ain't even have to be there
He knew it wasn't right, now he gotta deal wit it
For the rest of his life and the part I don't like
He ain't even get grazed but the homegirl Gina
Is layin' in the grave

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I got a few relatives, given family drama
Always got they hands out
When they see me and my momma
One could have been a doctor the other a chef
But when he got his own kitchen
He was cookin' somethin' else

Now, his life in the drain, a triflin' shame
He all washed up, wife took e'thing
No car, no mo', no house and everywhere he go
He stole, so they throwed him out

I was growin' up lookin' up to be like them
Now, I'm throwin' up cash, rollin' up in the bed
I was stuck wit a dream I had since a shorty
I be damned if I let another man support me

Now, Uncle Junebuck's sick, skinny as hell
He got aids in his body from the needles he shared
E'time he get his welfare checks
He don't care, if you wanna see him go to the crack house
He there

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
Keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the wayside
Reach for the sky

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Big Dreams - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Big Dreams
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Shawntae Harris

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Lyric:
It's not, it's not me exactly, who touches people
It's what I represent, the possibility that dreams from long ago
May still come true even if they, even if, even if
Even if they look lost forever

I had a homie named, Tony, 16, 6"2'
Headed to the NBA straight from high school
My nigga had his ball game on lock
But at the same time he was in love with the block

All the stuff that came wit it the drugs and the guns
The gangs, the slangs and all the funds
He just got a letter of contempt from the Cavaliers
Sayin' how they love him and they wish he was there

He had it made like, Special Ed about to get the bread
But chose to do somethin' dumb instead
Go to war wit the crew on the other side of town
And was more ready then Tony got laid down

He ain't even have a chance, died 'fore the ambulance
Even got to him so many went through him
I hate to tell the story but that's how it is
Growin' up in the hood as a kid

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I knew a girl named Gina that was a hell of a singer
And e'body fell in love wit her when they seen her
Babygirl was on the verge of signin' a big deal
Eighteen and life looked so surreal

She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news
And all he ever did was give baby the blues
But she was true to a nigga do for a nigga
Pop, you and ya whole crew for a nigga

One night, he came, picked her up
Told her let's ride that's the same night
Daddy watched her die they was tryna hit a lick
But the lick hit back put a end to the deal
And all of that

She ain't even have to be there
He knew it wasn't right, now he gotta deal wit it
For the rest of his life and the part I don't like
He ain't even get grazed but the homegirl Gina
Is layin' in the grave

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I got a few relatives, given family drama
Always got they hands out
When they see me and my momma
One could have been a doctor the other a chef
But when he got his own kitchen
He was cookin' somethin' else

Now, his life in the drain, a triflin' shame
He all washed up, wife took e'thing
No car, no mo', no house and everywhere he go
He stole, so they throwed him out

I was growin' up lookin' up to be like them
Now, I'm throwin' up cash, rollin' up in the bed
I was stuck wit a dream I had since a shorty
I be damned if I let another man support me

Now, Uncle Junebuck's sick, skinny as hell
He got aids in his body from the needles he shared
E'time he get his welfare checks
He don't care, if you wanna see him go to the crack house
He there

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
Keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the wayside
Reach for the sky

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Country Cousins - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Country Cousins
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Fonce Mizell, Raheem Devaughn, Larry Mizell, Talib Kweli Greene, Bernard James Freeman, Chad L. Butler

Lyric:
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son?
The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real
Yo son, this block is dead
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody talked this way
Raised on Rakim and Run-DMC
So I thought that everybody 'Walked This Way'

We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill
It's just some things I was taught to say
And every Saturday morning
I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes

The puberty came, started hittin' them cuties with game
And the truancy came
Started cuttin' in just class, I was comin' all fast, I was new to game
Used to playin' on TV courtesy of video music box
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop

Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer
But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina

L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
And you think everybody else sound country
So they started callin' 'em Bamas

Down south where we buy them hammers
Down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap
Where they quick to fill you with them slugs

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothin' but that county slang, what up, dog? What up, cuzz?
Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's, menthols, wine and weed
Sittin' on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed

Listenin' to Eric Band, Rakim or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC Eiht
Down south we listen to it all, we didn't discriminate

Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double

So I said it's time to hustle, got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is history
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl
Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre
I'm down with J from Houston and I think it should be
But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck with Ice-T

$hort Dog is my OG, we been down forever
Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star

Start as blacks off the news, I weighed
'Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed away in an unreal way
They mommas' depleted
I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight

I'm on the Chitalin tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin' on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan
I wouldn't trade it for nothin', only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole south, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin's good

I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border
In my country cousins

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Act Right - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Act Right
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Clifford Smith, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Yeah, that's right everybody get some act right

Aww shit, Ya know the name
Who flip flows like chessboards, there go the games
I'm drugs to the brain
Even on the 14th of February I ain't got no love for Elaine
Back doin' my thang, right
Livin' the fast life
Bitch grab a seat at the bar, get you some act right
If that don't do it then rock, lets bring it back like

Damn right, everybody get some act right

Ever since I came up, rappers done changed up
Put your walking shoes back on and step your game up
I'm getting through off the books, rock we banked up
Y'all don't think my shit off the hook, then yall can hang on
I'm like a king that's so fresh so clean
I leave niggaz like black coffee, no cream
Come inside the party fuck up the whole scene

That's right, everybody get some act right

Get up get up, ya know what we came here for
What up what up, get your asses out on the floor
Come on come on, I've been away for far too long
Guess who's back and far too strong for ya niggaz
We feelin' good tonight, we hittin' 'dro like
We gettin' money and gettin' honeys that flow like
My mic, my clothes, my life, my doe

Thats right everybody get some act right

Ya damned if you do, ya damned if you don't
Step inside my Range and get blammed if you won't
My clan in the joint, man we got it locked
Like whatever niggaz got in the bank, I got it stopped
Y'all already know of my strength already growin'
And this game many may come but few are chosen
I don't usually do this, but keep the party going live

Damn right everybody get some act right

I get tips from BIG and Pac when they blastin' the heat
If you's a rapper, don't ever ride the passenger seat
One to grow on
When up shit's creek, you get your roll on
Boy I never stop, I go on, so on and so on
Rappers can't fuck with me
My career's like somebody put glue in your chair
And now your stuck with me
I don't use pick up lines, I guess I'm just picky

That's right everybody get some act right

Get up get up, ya know what we came here for
What up what up, get your asses out on the floor
Come on come on, I've been away for far too long
Guess who's back and far too strong for ya niggaz
We feelin' good tonight, we hittin' 'dro like
We gettin' money and gettin' honeys that flow like
My mic, my clothes, my life, my doe

Damn right everybody get some act right

Extra extra read all about it
Who shits they grounded, flies all around it
My trees don't doubt it, they green as a salad
All American Express I never leave home without it
I'll never go pop, Meth Man I'm about it
Whenever I rock, the jam's over crowded
I'm never gonna stop, the fans won't allow it

Damn right everybody get some act right

Yo, get it you got it, if you got it then good
There's a lot of rappers rappin' but not a lot of 'em could
I'm that boy in the hood that told Red Riding Hood
There ain't nothin' but wars in my neck of the woods
So! who's ready for MC whoa?
What's beef? Beef is what I got teeth for
I eat up everything on my plate then eat yours like

That's right everybody get some act right

Get up get up, ya know what we came here for
What up what up, get your asses out on the floor
Come on come on, I've been away for far too long
Guess who's back and far too strong for ya niggaz
We feelin' good tonight, we hittin' 'dro like
We gettin' money and gettin' honeys that flow like
My mic, my clothes, my life, my doe

Damn right everybody get some act right

Stand up! Staten Island, Lond Island get some act right
Every borough, New Jersey get some act right
Each state, west coast, east coast
Dirty south, midwest get some act right
If it ain't well, it ain't right
If it ain't Meth, it ain't tight
So on that note like this, everybody get some act right

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Growin' Love - Lyrics - Chris Cagle - Chris Cagle

Title: Growin' Love
Album: Chris Cagle
Artist: Chris Cagle
Composer(s): Chris Cagle, Monty Powell

Lyric:
Sunshine, and the rain falls down
And the cold winds blow and the heat cracks the ground
But down a dirt road out in Chickasaw county
The only thing I notice is when your arms aren't around me
'Cause it's

You and me and fifteen acres field of dreams for the love we're makin'
We got the seed to sow we're just waitin' on the crops to grow
Day by day it just gets sweeter plantin' roots that just grow deeper
Takin' our own sweet time till it falls right off the vine
And with a little help from up above, oh
We're not growin' old, no we're growin' love

The world turns, and seasons change
And people grow oh and people change
But down my dirt road, oh my grass is always greener
My little piece of heartland only heaven could be sweeter

Then you and me and fifteen acres field of dreams for the love we're makin'
We got the seed to sow we're just waitin' on the crops to grow
Day by day it just gets sweeter plantin' roots that just grow deeper
Takin' our own sweet time till it falls right off the vine
And with a little help from up above, oh
We're not growin' old, no we're growin' love

Oh up above
You and me and fifteen acres field of dreams for the love we're makin'
We got the seed to sow we're just waitin' on the crops to grow
Day by day it just gets sweeter plantin' roots that just grow deeper
Takin' our own sweet time till it falls right off the vine
And with a little help from up above, oh
We're not growin' old, no we're growin' love

Sunshine, and the rain falls down

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