Lonesome Loser - Lyrics - Little River Band

Title: Lonesome Loser
Artist: Little River Band
Composer(s): David Briggs, Beeb Birtles

Lyric:
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'

Oohoohooh oooh

Sit down, take a look at yourself
Don't you want to be somebody
Someday somebody's gonna see inside
You have to face up, you can't run and hide

Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'

Unlucky in love, least that's what they say
He lost his head and he gambled his heart away
He still keeps searching though there's nothing left
Staked his heart and lost, now he has to pay the cost

Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'

"It's okay", he smiles and says
Though this loneliness is driving him crazy
He don't show what goes on in his head
But if you watch very close you'll see it all

Sit down, take a look at yourself
Don't you want to be somebody
Someday somebody's gonna see inside
You have to face up, you can't run and hide

Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'

Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Now tell me have you heard about the lonesome loser

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Nahmeanuheard - Lyrics - N.O.R.E.

Title: Nahmeanuheard
Artist: N.O.R.E.
Composer(s): Kevin Ravenell, Victor Santiago, Timothy Barclift, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
{N O R E
Where my skateboarding niggas at?}

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over
Snatch the nigga out the Rover
Dat dat dat, gun shots all over
And I wasn't there, but if I was
There'd been a lot more gun shots goin' off then they was
So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig
You see my stomach all round, my dick all big
And my guns come mixed like Robin kids

N O fuck ya life, snatch ya ice
And my coke come white, like Barkley wife
Can't stand how, these niggas be frontin'
Dumpin' off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin'
And who gives a fuck 'bout, who's lyrics is better?
As long as my shit is dope when I put it together
Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever
And you can call Violator, for show that you whoof
I like a Swizz Beat, shit already come with a hook, it go

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin', motherfuckers know me
Everytime I drop an album, niggas O D
Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day
Your like "Man there's holes in me, it won't go away"
And I'm a straight surgeon, I'll change ya face up
You'll have no ear, when I lace ya shape up
'Cause really N O, I don't fuck with niggas
And if you even met me, you just a lucky nigga

Niggas always talk about how much jewels they got
But nigga I talk guns, that's usually hot
And 9 times out of 10 they gon' usually pop
It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot
Man, I be spittin' like these niggas is dead
'Cause I'm a get my money, these niggas is dead
So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc
From the closet, I keep my fuckin' gear in the truck, it go

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up
Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up
Matter of fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low
But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes
I got the feds on me, I'm supplying the coke
And don't flash no money, I act tight broke
'Cause man, I'm in this game with somethin' to prove
Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove

I was on a record label that loved to loose
No promotions, lucky when we hit the news
Beef, it don't bother us, we got God with us
Rip some pieces of niggas, we got 'card with us
Man, Swizz'd drop it, I'm ready to do it
Don't think a nigga nice, these niggas is stupid
Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell
And these niggas straight gay, these niggas is squeel, it go

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you bitches heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you all heard
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Tell me you heard

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Girlfriend - Lyrics - Billie

Title: Girlfriend
Artist: Billie
Composer(s): D Rambo, J Richmond

Lyric:
Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
Shoo be doo be doop boo hoo
(Are you, are you, are you all alone?)
Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
(Right here)

I saw you jump up
You and your friends, baby
And I heard you say they're playing a jam
(There's a jam right here, baby)
So waving your hand from side to side, sugar
Here you're claiming you're a certified man
(Certified)

I know it might sound strange
But I pictured us alone
And you're kissing me in ways I can't tell
(No)
If my thoughts of you are true
Then I wanna get with you
So I'll step in while I'm given the chance
(Yeah)

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
(Are you all alone?)
Shoo be doo be doop boo hoo
Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
(Are you, are you all alone?)

Heard a slow song
You don't waste time, baby
And you asked me if
I wanted to dance?
(Sure I wanna dance)

Playing hard to get
Takes to long, sugar
So I told my friends
That I found a man
(You're the one)

I know it might sound strange
But I pictured us alone
And you're kissing me in ways I can't tell
(No)
If my thoughts of you are true
Then I wanna get with you
So I'll step in while I'm given the chance
(Yeah)

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Do you, do you, do you have a girlfriend?
You're looking real cool
Do you, do you, do you have a minute?
I was just thinking
Do you, do you, do you have a girlfriend
We could spend some time
Do you, do you, do you have a minute?
(Are you all alone?)
Aha, aha

I know it might sound strange
But I pictured us alone
And you're kissing me in ways I can't tell
(No)
If my thoughts of you are true
Then I wanna get with you
So I'll step in while I'm given the chance
(Yeah)

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?

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Girlfriend - Lyrics - Billie Piper

Title: Girlfriend
Artist: Billie Piper
Composer(s): D Rambo, J Richmond

Lyric:
Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
Shoo be doo be doop boo hoo
(Are you, are you, are you all alone?)
Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
(Right here)

I saw you jump up
You and your friends, baby
And I heard you say they're playing a jam
(There's a jam right here, baby)
So waving your hand from side to side, sugar
Here you're claiming you're a certified man
(Certified)

I know it might sound strange
But I pictured us alone
And you're kissing me in ways I can't tell
(No)
If my thoughts of you are true
Then I wanna get with you
So I'll step in while I'm given the chance
(Yeah)

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
(Are you all alone?)
Shoo be doo be doop boo hoo
Shoo be doo be doo doop boo hoo
(Are you, are you all alone?)

Heard a slow song
You don't waste time, baby
And you asked me if
I wanted to dance?
(Sure I wanna dance)

Playing hard to get
Takes to long, sugar
So I told my friends
That I found a man
(You're the one)

I know it might sound strange
But I pictured us alone
And you're kissing me in ways I can't tell
(No)
If my thoughts of you are true
Then I wanna get with you
So I'll step in while I'm given the chance
(Yeah)

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Do you, do you, do you have a girlfriend?
You're looking real cool
Do you, do you, do you have a minute?
I was just thinking
Do you, do you, do you have a girlfriend
We could spend some time
Do you, do you, do you have a minute?
(Are you all alone?)
Aha, aha

I know it might sound strange
But I pictured us alone
And you're kissing me in ways I can't tell
(No)
If my thoughts of you are true
Then I wanna get with you
So I'll step in while I'm given the chance
(Yeah)

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?
(What is on your mind?)
I was just thinking
(I was just thinking)
We can spend some time

Do you have a girlfriend?
(Do you have a girlfriend?)
You're looking real cool
(You're looking real cool)
Can I have you're number?
(Can I have you're number?)
You don't have a thing to lose

Do you have a minute?
(Do you have a minute?)
What is on your mind?

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Have You Heard - Lyrics - Eric Clapton

Title: Have You Heard
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): John Mayall

Lyric:
Have you heard about my baby?
Yes, how I love her you don't know
Have you heard about my baby?
How I love, how I love her you don't know

I declare it hurt me so bad
Yes, when I heard she'd got to go

Have you heard about my baby?
Yes I tried, yes I tried but I let her down
Heard about my baby?
Ooh yes, I tried and I let her down

Ooh, she burned me with her love
Yes, no other, no other will wear her crown
Yes, indeed

Have you heard about my baby?
Where she gone, where she gone, I just don't know
Yes, have you heard about my baby?
Ooh, where she gone, where she gone, I just don't know

Well, if you should see my baby
Yes, please tell her that I love her so

Yes, no more next time

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Nuttin' Nis Funky - Lyrics - This Is An EP Release - Digital Underground

Title: Nuttin' Nis Funky
Album: This Is An EP Release
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Miles Davis

Lyric:
Yeah well, we're back with another one
Comin? hard and got suckers on the run
You say, you guys are known for havin? fun
Yeah well, we'll do what has to be done for us to be number one
And you ain't never heard nuthin? this funky, son

You ain't never heard nuthin? this funky ever, it's too clever
Rhyme goes through your mind
Like a guillotine severs the head, my friend
And you will never hear nobody rap like this again

You ain't heard nuttin? this funky, brother, it's like no other
You feel the bass bouncin? off the walls like rubber
The Real McCoy, this ain't no toy or another
How do we do it? Yo, go ask your mother

The freak need us, beat leaders
Let me tell you somethin?
You ain't heard nuttin this funky, Peter
So listen up as we begin, aiyyo Fuze, rub the record in

?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky

The definition of a rhyme breeder, beat needer
We're the cold party heaters
Comin? through the woofers and the tweeters
Funky dope MC leaders rhyme hungry hip-hop listener feeders

The definition of a rhyme sayer, beat layer
Mothersucker perpetrator slayer, layin? down the law like the Mayor
You're out of luck, Hucklebuck, I'll suck you up like a now or later
You say that you're a trooper, then I'm Darth Vader
You're a Cowboy then I'm a Raider

You can't compete ?cause you're incomplete, need to be completed
You're style is weak, you're obsolete, need to be deleted
Short on the things that you needed
So what you got a top ten song ?cause you cheated

If you worked in a kitchen, it'd be sweeter
From the rappin? that I hear, you'd make a better egg beater
A teeter totter or should I say, totter teeter
You're through, you're a court and we're leaders

We got the style you admire, the rhymes you desire
Well, you ain't heard nuttin? this slick you trick
?Cause you're a flick from a Bic and we're a bonfire

?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky, yeah
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky

?Cause I roll up fast like a cheetah, get out the two-seater
Walk up on a girl named Anita or Rita
Ask her for change to put money in the meter
Didn't really need it just a smooth way to meet her

Or a fly way to treat her
She said, "I'm hungry" so I took her out to feed her
She was a pocket feeder chicken, fajita pita eater
I said, "Yo, eat how ya like" then took her home and G'd her

The definition of a funky rhyme master
Cleverly put together but not necessarily sayin? it faster
Ya see, that style isn't hard at all
The object of the game is to have a ball y'all

And to see who can come the funkiest
Lot of MC's think it's just a speed contest
They wanna brag about the neighborhood, oh you wanna boast?
We come from different cities and we're coast to coast, ya see

But right now we're based in Oakland
(Oakland)
Everywhere we go we leave the microphone smokin?
Yo bro I'm not jokin?
Leave MC's standin? still with their mouths hangin? open

Walk offstage and leave the next act
Scratchin? his head like a monkey
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky

'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky

Leave a sucker standin? still confused
?Cause he never heard nuttin? this funky
You ain't heard nuttin? this funky
Ah, yeah

Why don't you tell ?em Hump
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
Whassup y'all, Humpty Hump in the house
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky

Yeah
You know what?
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky
Let me bust a rhyme, c'mon
Get in

You ain't heard nuttin' this funky son, we're number one
Humpty Hump in the house, gonna show you how it's done
With professional rhymes, I gotta question for your mind
Have you ever heard anythin' this funky, son?

Yeah man, I was out on the street
These guys came on by in this, car man playin' some beat

You ain't heard nuttin' this funky nigga, how ya figure?
My mouth's on the mic like a finger on a trigger nigga
And when I squeeze I'ma getcha
You never heard nuthin' this funky now didja

And if you're large, we're bigger
You bust a weak ass rhyme and then expect me to dig ya
Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals
Yo, Schmoove kick the vocals

Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals
Yo, Schmoove kick the vocals

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Crazy - Lyrics - Dreams

Title: Crazy
Artist: Dreams
Composer(s): Thelma Lee Guyton, Scott Spencer Storch, Taurian Adoni Shropshire, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins

Lyric:
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Boy I know you're a bit unsure
So I wanna let you know that you got me
Baby I'm all yours, gotta have you around
I don't wanna do without you here if you still don't get the picture

I'm crazy 'bout you
(Crazy)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
(Boy I like the way)
Boy I'm for real

La la la la la la
I'm crazy 'bout you
(Make me feel)
And I, I gotta have you
(Gotta have you)
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real

La la la la la la, can't wait to be alone with you
Heart is racin' when you look at me
Baby if I could I would wanna feel this way for good
You don't know just what you do to me, baby I got to be wit you

I'm crazy 'bout you
(I'm crazy)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you make me feel
Boy I'm for real
(Boy you make me feel good)

La la la la la la, I'm crazy 'bout you
(Don't let go)
And I, I gotta have you
(You're my baby)
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
(Boy I like the way you)
Boy I'm for real

I hope you really understand
(Me)
Can't make it hard for you to
(See)
That we
(Were meant to be together)

(So)
before I let you
(Go)
There's something I think you should
(Know)
That you, you got my

I'm young Marcus aka Harlem Knights
Good mornin' ma heard you had a long flight
You look so good and pretty as the sunshine
Girl yous a gold mine wifey and da whole nine

You captivated my whole mind first time I met you
And Lord knows I ain't got time to sweat you
But you look crazy in that new Mercedes
And baby I can't act like shit don't phase me

'Cuz I try to fight it, try to conceal and hide it
No matter what girl I can't deny it
I'm just a fool for your love, I'm cool out tha clubs
I just wanna move smooth like I'?m cruisin' on dubs
(Say what)

I'm a grown man ma I choose who I love
Choose who I hug, choose who I usually rub
For other chicks I don't usually budge
If you wanna know the reason why I choose you because
You got me crazy

I'm crazy 'bout you
(How you touch me baby)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin'
(The way you make me crazy)
Me feel, boy I'm for real

La la la la la la
(Boy, I, like the way)
I'm crazy 'bout you
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real
(Break it down come on)

La la la la la la
I'm crazy 'bout you
(I'?m crazy 'bout you baby)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
(You make me feel so good)
Boy I'm for real

La la la la la la
I'm crazy 'bout you
(Dream)
And I, I gotta have you
(2003)
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real
(Bad boy baby)

I'm crazy bout you
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real, boy I'm for real

Yea I like this one

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50/50 - Lyrics - Dedicated - Lemar

Title: 50/50
Album: Dedicated
Artist: Lemar
Composer(s): Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Marcus Miller, Lemar Obika, Hallgeir Rustan

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Lyric:
Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Are you calling me a liar?
Are you saying that I'm not tellin' the truth?
Denying what she told me
You know you got way too much to lose

You're claiming they are rumors
You say you got nothin' else to hide
How come she told me
She saw somebody by your side?

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

I know everything
When I sent you on that shopping spree
You went with him spending my money
Girl, I'm so sorry but you gotta leave me
Just leave me

Are you calling me a liar?
Are you saying that I'm not tellin' the truth?
Denying what she told me
You know you got way too much to lose

You're claiming they are rumors
You say you got nothin' else to hide
How come she told me
She saw somebody by your side?

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Can't knock this, no, you can't hold me down
Keep hustling, girl, I won't be around
Can't knock this, no, you can't hold me down
Keep hustling, girl, I won't be around

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

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Prayer - Lyrics - A Change Is Gonna Come - Leela James

Title: Prayer
Album: A Change Is Gonna Come
Artist: Leela James
Composer(s): Leela James, Chucky Thompson, Puff Ewanya Johnson

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Lyric:
Livin' in a cold, cold world
Sometimes it gets hard and you feel like
You can't make it out

When I was just a little girl
My momma told me, "Don't you worry
Hold your head and wear a smile"

"'Cuz you're gonna have days
When you feel like things ain't goin' your way
Just take a moment and pray"

Where would I be? Where would I be?
Where would I be if You ain't never heard a prayer from me?
What would I do? What would I do?
What would I do if I didn't have You to be there for me?

And I'm so thankful for
All the things You've done
Showing me right from wrong
And cleansin' my soul

When all my friends
Turned their back on me
You made me see
You're the only one I need

Where would I be? Where would I be?
Where would I be if You ain't never heard a prayer from me?
What would I do? What would I do?
What would I do if I didn't have You to be there for me?

Where would I be? Where would I be?
Where would I be if You ain't never heard a prayer from me?
What would I do? What would I do?
What would I do if I didn't have You to be there for me?

Way in the midnight hour, I called Your name
'Cuz I knew You were watchin' over me
And I don't know just where I'd be
If somebody never said a prayer for me

Where would I be? Where would I be?
Where would I be if You ain't never heard a prayer from me?
What would I do? What would I do?
What would I do if I didn't have You to be there for me?

Where would I be? Where would I be?
Where would I be if You ain't never heard a prayer from me?
What would I do? What would I do?
What would I do if I didn't have You to be there for me?

I just wanna thank You, Lord
I, I just wanna thank You, Lord
I, I just wanna thank You, Lord
I, I just wanna thank You, Lord

I, I just wanna thank You, Lord
I, I just wanna thank You, Lord
I, I just wanna thank You, Lord
I, I just wanna thank You, Lord

Where would I be? Where would I be?
Where would I be if You ain't never heard a prayer from me?
What would I do? What would I do?
What would I do if I didn't have You to be there for me?

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Well Did You Evah! - Lyrics - The Complete Picture: The Very Best Of Blondie - Blondie

Title: Well Did You Evah!
Album: The Complete Picture: The Very Best Of Blondie
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
I have heard among this clan
You are called the forgotten man
Know what they're saying, well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is

And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
Sounds like pure soap opera
I may cry
Tune in tomorrow
What a swell party this is

What frills, what frocks
What broads
What furs, what rocks
They're bootiful
Why I've never seen such gaiety
Neither have I
It's all just too, too risque really

This French champagne
Domestic
So good for the brain
That's what I was going to say
You know you're a brilliant fellow?
Why thank you
Pick up jack, but please don't eat that glass my friend

Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche
No
Oh, don't worry, she's a game girl you know
Got up and finished 4th
The kids got guts
Having a nice time? Grab a line

Have you heard that Mimsie Starr
Oh, what now
She got pinched in the Astor bar
Sloshed again, eh?
She was stoned
Well, did you evah?
Never
What a swell party this is

Hey, check out that act
That's a lovely dress
You think I can talk her out of it?

It's great
Aah, it's great
So grand
So grand
It's wonderland

We sing
Oh, we sing
So rare
So rare
Like old Camembert
Like baba au rhum
Don't dig that kind of crooning chum

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party
A swelligant, elegant party this is

I drink to your health
Naw, let's drink to your wealth
You're my bon ami
Hey, that's French
A liberty fraternity

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party
Swelligant, elegant party this is

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Well Did You Evah? - Lyrics - Iggy Pop

Title: Well Did You Evah?
Artist: Iggy Pop
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
I have heard among this clan
You are called the forgotten man
Know what they're saying, well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is

And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
Sounds like pure soap opera
I may cry
Tune in tomorrow
What a swell party this is

What frills, what frocks
What broads
What furs, what rocks
They're bootiful
Why I've never seen such gaiety
Neither have I
It's all just too, too risque really

This French champagne
Domestic
So good for the brain
That's what I was going to say
You know you're a brilliant fellow?
Why thank you
Pick up jack, but please don't eat that glass my friend

Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche
No
Oh, don't worry, she's a game girl you know
Got up and finished 4th
The kids got guts
Having a nice time? Grab a line

Have you heard that Mimsie Starr
Oh, what now
She got pinched in the Astor bar
Sloshed again, eh?
She was stoned
Well, did you evah?
Never
What a swell party this is

Hey, check out that act
That's a lovely dress
You think I can talk her out of it?

It's great
Aah, it's great
So grand
So grand
It's wonderland

We sing
Oh, we sing
So rare
So rare
Like old Camembert
Like baba au rhum
Don't dig that kind of crooning chum

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party
A swelligant, elegant party this is

I drink to your health
Naw, let's drink to your wealth
You're my bon ami
Hey, that's French
A liberty fraternity

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party
Swelligant, elegant party this is

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Heard It All - Lyrics - Amil

Title: Heard It All
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Chavon Henry, Shawn Carter, Amil Whitehead, Harper (Arr) Di Lazzaro Sean Lashley, Cherubine (Arr

Lyric:
Nigga you ain't told me nothing I ain't heard and
Action speaks louder than words and
Said you would treat me right
They said you be sweating every freak in sight

Yeah I know, one day you gon marry me
Yeah I know, you want me to have your seed
Yeah I know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
Yeah I know and you can't stand your baby mother, right

Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
Wanna keep me in the Gucci stores, huh
What happened to them minks and the diamond rings
Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin' me things
Nigga don't tell me I'm your flyest bitch
If I can't get the keys just to drive the whip
If I ain't the one you take on the private trips
If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips, nigga

We'll always be togetha
No one can fuck you betta
Yeah nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah nigga, you drive me crazy, uh huh
I wanna have your baby, uh huh
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before

I thought you ain't like rap
You was deceiving me
All you do all day is watch BET
Actin' like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
You shouldn't play games wit a pimp like I
Now that I gained you, I'm supposed to sympathize

Yeah I know, you hate parties and you never go out
Yeah I know, you a nun and you stay in your house
Yeah I know, well can you please do me that favor

How you been with three rappers and six ball players
Tell me that shit, we both gamin' each other
Lying through our teeth, both blaming each other
I tried to front on you I take you to my rest
You tried to front on me actin' like you ain't impressed

I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
You trying to score your self a Gucci parka
And that new shit from Prada
You tryin' to get a rich baby father
I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
This ain't rocket science
Ain't no rock buyin', just a hard rock lyin'

And stop frontin' like your shit is real
You get your game from Oprah and Lauryen Hill
And if you are a nice girl, and I read you wrong
Look, I'm sorry if I lead you on, okay

Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
I mean damn, why I still got to ring the bell?
I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
When I call you don't even know who I am
So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
Don't tell me, motherfucka show me

We'll always be togetha, uh huh
No one can fuck you betta, uh huh
Yeah nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah nigga, you drive me crazy, uh huh
I wanna have your baby, uh huh
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before

We'll always be togetha, uh huh
No one can fuck you betta, uh huh
Yeah nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah nigga, I heard this all before
Yeah nigga, you drive me crazy, uh huh
I wanna have your baby, uh huh
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before

Stop ya motherfuckin'
Uh huh, uh huh
You're lying

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Unit - P. I. M. P. (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Unit - P. I. M. P. (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Brandon Parrott, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That B C B G, Barberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date and come and pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with the P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P.I.M.P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P.I.M.P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P.I.M.P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P

Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I told you fools before I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimping know
You saying it's secret but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business, you know
They say I talk a lil' fast but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch

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P.I.M.P. - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: P.I.M.P.
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Brandon Parrott, Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar, tryin' to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga tryin' to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P I M P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P I M P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P I M P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P I M P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch!

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe, till I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shoppin' for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gonna keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
You sayin' it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with, put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't payin' bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick!

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say, there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness, you know
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch! Ha ha ha, yea

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P.I.M.P. (Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: P.I.M.P. (Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Brandon Parrott, Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P I M P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P I M P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P I M P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P I M P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on Gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and A M G's for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business ya know
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch, ha ha ha yeah

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P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Brandon Parrott, Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they wanna

I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P I M P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P I M P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P I M P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P I M P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels
I holla at a hoe 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on Gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need 4 TVs and A M G's for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P I M P

Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say, there's no business like hoe business ya know
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch, ha ha ha yeah

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Grapevyne - Lyrics - From The Bottom Up - Brownstone

Title: Grapevyne
Album: From The Bottom Up
Artist: Brownstone
Composer(s): Dave Hall, Nichole Lynnette Gilbert, Andrea Gilbert

Lyric:
I heard it through grapevyne
Boy, you know that I

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feelin' too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

You looked into my eyes
You said to me that night
That you would never cheat on me
Or break my heart

Inside I never knew
Your love was so untrue
I thought that I was your only
Boy, was I wrong, so wrong?

Never do somethin' that'll catch up to ya
You did me wrong and told me lies
Never do somethin' that you'll live to regret
You hurt me so bad, babe

Deep in my heart I feel sorry for ya
You had to lose a damn good thing
Lovin' me could have been good
Losing my love was a shame, baby

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feeling too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

We choose to play love games
We lose, we face the pain
Those lonely nights and that heartache
That empty space

I'll share with you my dreams
Those precious tender things
Everybody plays a fool
I guess I played my part for you

Never do somethin' that'll catch up to ya
You did me wrong and told me lies
Never do somethin' that you'll live to regret
You hurt me so bad, babe

Deep in my heart I feel sorry for ya
You had to lose a damn good thing
Lovin' me could have been good
Losing my love was a shame

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feeling too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

Oh, boy, you had my faith, you had my trust, you had my love
But now I have to take it back, it didn't work for us
And all I really needed was your lovin'
Yes, all I really needed was your lovin'

I was your lady and there's nothin' that I would not do
Now here's a 'Dear John' letter that I've written just for you
And all I really needed was your lovin'
Yes, all I really needed was your lovin', hey

Never do somethin' that'll catch up to ya
You did me wrong and told me lies
Never do somethin' that you'll live to regret
You hurt me so bad, now baby

Deep in my heart I feel sorry for you
You had to lose a damn good thing
Lovin' me could have been good
Losing my good love was such a shame

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feelin' too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

Heard it through, heard it through
I heard it through that grapevyne
Heard it through, heard it through
Grapevyne, grapevyne

I heard it through, heard it through
I heard it through that grapevyne
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

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