My Special Perfect One - Lyrics - Chante Moore

Title: My Special Perfect One
Artist: Chante Moore
Composer(s): Ross Anderson, Harvey Brough, Simon Law, Chante Moore

Lyric:
My special perfect one
My special perfect one

His hands, his face, his ways, his body over there
The way he talks to me
Those eyes, his tenderness and his power

His strength and add the passion between you and me
This would be my perfect man
I mean purposed and catered to me and my body

Will I find you all wrapped in one?
My search has begun but will you come
(My special perfect one)
I see pieces of my buried treasure here and there
I'm looking everywhere
(My special perfect one)

It gets so hard sometimes
But I'm not givin' up until I find
(My special perfect one)
My special one
(Special one)
(My special perfect one)

My special one
(My special perfect one)
My special perfect one
(My special one)

Is it all in my mind? Is there no such thing
One man havin' everything?
I refuse to believe he's fantasy
'Cause he's everywhere, he's all I see

His hands, his face, his ways, his body over there
The way he talks to me
Those eyes, his tenderness and his power

His strength and add the passion between you and me
This would be my perfect man
I mean purposed and catered to me and my body

How sweet it will be for you and me
Once the moment comes and we finally meet
I'm savin' all of my love for you
I know you're savin' all yours for me too

'Cause you're my
(My special perfect one)
(My special one)
My special perfect one
(My special one)

Twist of fate, my prayers
I'll just wait for my soul mate
(My special one)
(My special perfect one)
(My special one)

Is it all in my mind? Is there no such thing
One man havin' everything?
I refuse to believe he's a fantasy
'Cause he's everywhere, he's all I see

His hands, his face, his ways, his body over there
The way he talks to me
Those eyes, his tenderness and his power

His strength and add the passion between you and me
This would be my perfect man
I mean purposed and catered to me and my body

His hands, his face, his ways, his body over there
The way he talks to me
Those eyes, his tenderness and his power

His strength and add the passion between you and me
This would be my perfect man
I mean purposed and catered to me and my body

My special perfect one
(His hands)
Ain't nobody touch me like you
(His face)
Ooh, ooh, you look good to me
(His ways, his body over there)
Come here

Baby, baby, I like the way
(The way he talks to me)
I know how it feels when I see those eyes
I know how you see through me with those eyes
I can't resist his tenderness and his power

How you do
(His strength)
What you do
(And all the passion)
How you do
(Between you and me)
You're gonna be
(This would be my perfect man I mean)

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Loves me like you do

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Loves me like you do
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Loves me like you do

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He Talks To Me - Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Title: He Talks To Me
Artist: Lorrie Morgan
Composer(s): Mike Reid, Rory M. Bourke

Lyric:
He may not ever be a ladies man
Maybe his calloused hands have been too long in the sun
But he will always be the one I love
'Cause he still does what no one's ever done

And it means more to me than he will ever know
'Cause words could never say
How much I love the way

He talks to me, it does my heart good
To hear him talk to me the way a lover should
He can ease my frustration with his soothing conversation
And I love the way he's not afraid to talk to me

Now you can talk about the finer things
Big cars and diamond rings that light up your life
But let me tell you that the finest thing
Is the joy he brings when we turn out the lights

And in those moments after we make love
That's when he holds me close
Gives me what I need the most

He talks to me, it does my heart good
To hear him talk to me the way a lover should
He can ease my frustration with his soothing conversation
And I love the way he's not afraid to talk to me
Oh, I love the way he's not afraid to talk to me

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Wot U On? - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Wot U On?
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone

Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, money money money

Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, I couldn't be a chief

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a dappa
You're lookin' at your jewelery thinkin' your a dappa
Now your 'round your way tryna say you're a dappa
I'll stop you in your midst with a blitz von clapper

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a don
You're lookin' at your avirex thinkin' you're a don
Now you're in your area with your friends you're a don
I'll catch you by yourself make your health full gone

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a scopse
You're lookin' at your half ounce thinkin' you're a scopse
You're always walkin' 'round tryna sound like a scopse
But make no mistake you're a fake, dizzy knows

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a G
You're lookin' at your fake watch thinkin' you're a G
I see you Stratford Rex tryna flex like a G
Lookin' for your gat she was sat next to me

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a diva
You're at your dressin' table thinkin' you're a diva
But steady tryna walk tryna talk like a diva
And now you just wonder and under achiever

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a devil
You're lookin' for a way to cause harm like a devil
You're sittin' in your yard talkin' hard like a devil
Cold bitter, gold digger lookin' for a medal

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a swingers
You're gettin' up your gums to the boys like a swingers
You're chattin' to a br'er, you don't care you're a swingers
But 'now you're on the floor readin' war for beginners

Big shout to the girl who thinks it's a game
You're always chattin' air musta been like a game
You chat the dizzy man rude like a game
Don't make me have to skitz keep your lips from my name

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

I heard you gotta a problem with me? Rude boy listen
Why you tryna make enemies? Rude boy listen
Go and get your street family, rude boy listen
I'll be waitin' patiently, rude boy listen

Got stop chattin' my name, rude girl check it
Any little way of gettin' fame, rude girl check it
Me and your man ain't the same, rude girl check it
You ain't got no shame, rude girl check it

I love girls and money, money, money
I got watched faced, I watched money, money, money
I worked real hard for the money, money, money
And in the paper chase for the money, money, money

I'm from the streets of, I couldn't be a chief
Got girls on my case so, I couldn't be a chief
If its arms we can meet 'cos, I couldn't be a chief
I put you in your place 'cos, I couldn't be a chief

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief

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I Think I Love You - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: I Think I Love You
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Nicholas W. Sherwood, Hakeem T. Seriki

Lyric:
Mo' money mo', mo' money mo'
(You bring me trou, you bring me trou)
Yeah, mo' money mo'
(You bring me trou, you bring me trouble)
(You bring me trouble but I'm still in love)

Yeah, having money is like a relationship know I'm saying
Ery'body, always gon' get in your bidness
(I'm still in love, I'm still in love)
Try to break it up, try to get involved in it
(I think that I'm still in love)
But they really, need to mind they own business

Money don't do nothing, but bring you trouble
(In love, I'm still in love)
But for some reason I keep chasing you, I must be in love
(I think that I'm still in love)

You so bad that we getting mad, somebody that they wish they had
You're a dime and you know you mine, flipping with you right in my slab
Relationship ain't the same, as the others back in the past
See I tried to have someone like you but didn't add up to half

Cruising it with my queen, the jewels, the wrist and the bling
We moving and hit the scene, the movie, the flick a dream
Painting the city green, like green is the coolest thing
You're oozing up in the jeans, we doing it as a team

I hopped in a different slab, that ain't got the easy take
But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass
Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast
When I'm driving I almost crash, when I stare at your sexy ass

The longer we stay together, your appearance is looking better
Not better off with the fellas, you gonna be mine forever
They always loving the yella's, that's why I nicknamed you Cheddar
But they'd better not touch ya or better see my beretta

You'll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take you
Never turning on me, even though they all try to make you
As long as you by my side, there's nothing I couldn't pay for
We'll make up and never break up, I stay in love with you paper

Money can't, money can't buy me love
But she's acting like she love me 'cause I'm riding on dubs
Money can't, money can't buy me trust
But my money is attracted to the backstabbers

Money bring, money bring plenty haters
It be looking so good that I'ma prolly fall in love
Money you bring me trouble
But I still think I love you

She's as black as a African but they call her American
Very thin, yeah she be messing around with married men
When he comes home, she's never asking him where he been
'Cause ninety-nine percent of the time, she was right there with him

Chances of him losing her in this life are very slim
Think money doesn't grow on trees, you ain't checking every limb
She gon' be around for a while, she wants to marry him
She gon' still survive when he dies, she'll have to bury him

When you know you're with a dime, they'll treat you like you're special
Broad that is sleep and you're sick because your's left you
Bring her to the church and the pastor says God bless you
Bring her round your boys but be careful they gon' get you

The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe
And you prolly leave it in the safe like it's safe in the realest place
I hope you gon' stay awake 'cause they gonna enter and break
And the safe is the first thing that them haters gon' try to take

Money can't, money can't, buy me love
But she's acting like she love me 'cause I'm riding on dubs
Money can't, money can't buy me trust
But my money is attracted to the backstabbers

Money bring, money bring plenty haters
It be looking so good that I'ma prolly fall in love
Money you bring me trouble
But I still think I love you

He introduced her to his mother, his mother said that she love her
And after that he discovered, his brother done tried to cut her
They messing with one another, saw her under the covers
And now he gotta show his brother, the meaning of keep it gutter

And all I know is I love her, I mean he loves her
Tried to control his temper as he leaned in and hugged her
Just enough to get close to her, he screamed as he shoved her
Out of the exit heard his brother scream, "You's a buster"

Don't touch her, what you better slow your roll quick
Now matter fact back up, right now before I click, click
What's this, told you to stop playing with me boy
Hurry up girl let's go, you bring me trouble

She's falling to the floor, he picked her up and he's grabbing her
Yelling out like he's mad at her, sounding like he's an animal
Pulling and grabbing her, now he already damaged her
He throws her in the trunk and the talks to her like a passenger

And that's when uh, you hearing the tires peel
He's speeding out of the driveway, approaching the highest hill
Every time that you called me I came like I served you
Even the boss I used to work for had the nerve to

Tell me I wasn't good enough and didn't deserve you
Told me I wasn't good enough and didn't deserve you
I fought to keep you in my life and this the thanks I get
Well thanks for all the good memories, I think I'm sick
(You bring me trouble but I'm still in love)

Today we bring you breaking news
Looks like there's a major car accident
Authorities are in persuit of an unnamed individual
Who crashed his car into the front entrance
Of a gas station on the northwest side of town

Although there is not much information
Known about the suspect
We are told, that the assailant tried to get away on foot
And the police are in close pursuit

The reason for the crash, may have been
A loaded nine millimeter handgun
That may have accidentally been fired
We'll give you more details as the story
Unfold later today on the evening news

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Money Talks - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Money Talks
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Jacques Brel, Kim Jones, Tim Mosley, Andrea Martin, Ivan Matias, Rod Mckuen

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Lyric:
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweight's
Not them playa haters, knahmsayin?
'Cause in the Commission
You ask for permission to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him

Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though you ain't a fool
And you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' less than six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision, funny money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
Just some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him

Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin' him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

Know de money and the lovin' is my style
Me a forget it tonight

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the crocodile on 'em

But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, betcha fifty

My whole committee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin'?
I hate this nigga in the worst way

And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uh, It's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
Tryin' hard not to throw him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, here I come, uh

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
that my Milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't care and I swear
While I'm contemplatin' thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways

"Is there a Queen in the house?"
How could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick
Hopin' it's my nigga Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you

Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Till one fled with the dough, what's his name?
(Rio)

I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?

You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh
(Oh oh)

Na, na, na, na,
(Oh, oh)
Whookie, whookie, whooooo
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)
Wha
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)

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Feelin' You (Part Ii) - Lyrics - Solange Knowles

Title: Feelin' You (Part Ii)
Artist: Solange Knowles
Composer(s): Mark Penn, Solange Knowles

Lyric:
There is this guy that I'm diggin'
What I've been lookin' for
Don't know where to begin
We've been talkin', not enough

But when we do talk the things that he says
I do love when I see him and we talk
There is this vibe between us, I don't wanna stop
So original and so deep, this guy is just like me

Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together

Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever

I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do

With my laughter
Smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feelin' you

He told me I was beautiful
But what if he tells that to every girl he talks to
'Cause I'm not the only
But actually wish that I could be

He's what I've been lookin' for
Like no other guy that I know
Because he is so right
I swear I think about him from morning 'til night

Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together

Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever

I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do

With my laughter
Smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feelin' you

He's got this hypnotizing smile
That makes me stop and realize he's good looking
But that is not what attracted me, tacted me
So fabulously matched me to him

It was his style and persona
How he does what he does
His whole walk
How he talks is true

So maybe we should and we could
Put all things aside
Spend some time
'Cause I'm feelin' you

Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together

Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever

I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do

With my laughter
Smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feelin' you

There is this guy that I'm diggin'
(That I'd end up really feelin' you)
There is this guy that I'm diggin'
(That I'd end up really feelin' you)

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Feelin' You (Part I) - Lyrics - Solange Knowles

Title: Feelin' You (Part I)
Artist: Solange Knowles
Composer(s): Mark Penn, Solange Knowles

Lyric:
There is this guy that I'm diggin'
What I've been lookin' for
Don't know where to begin
We've been talkin', not enough

But when we do talk the things that he says
I do love when I see him and we talk
There is this vibe between us, I don't wanna stop
So original and so deep, this guy is just like me

Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together

Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever

I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do

With my laughter
Smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feelin' you

He told me I was beautiful
But what if he tells that to every girl he talks to
'Cause I'm not the only
But actually wish that I could be

He's what I've been lookin' for
Like no other guy that I know
Because he is so right
I swear I think about him from morning 'til night

Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together

Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever

I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do

With my laughter
Smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feelin' you

He's got this hypnotizing smile
That makes me stop and realize he's good looking
But that is not what attracted me, tacted me
So fabulously matched me to him

It was his style and persona
How he does what he does
His whole walk
How he talks is true

So maybe we should and we could
Put all things aside
Spend some time
'Cause I'm feelin' you

Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together

Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever

I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do

With my laughter
Smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feelin' you

There is this guy that I'm diggin'
(That I'd end up really feelin' you)
There is this guy that I'm diggin'
(That I'd end up really feelin' you)

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Talk About Me - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Talk About Me
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Mark Christopher Batson, Curtis James Jackson, Michael A Elizondo, Che Pope

Lyric:
Yeah

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimy nigga
Think he shot my brother I'ma find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah, he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me

Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin' and stealin' everything that he can

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear hoes runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

Yeah, I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in his Benz
Niggaz from my buildin' always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town right, that niggaz get down right

I used to say, all I know is the nigga get money
And you standin' in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
Everybody runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talks about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes

I don't know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallow his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin' he crazy
They just like him 'cause he roll with Dr. Dre and Shady

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood, we fucked up
I can't believe this nigga gettin' all this money
Still actin' like he in the street tellin' niggaz they can't eat

You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
Got Bentley's, Ferrari's and all that shit
He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
That's the bullshit, see what I'm talkin' about

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
Everybody runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

That's my Grand baby, I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin', I sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock, go pick up a rock
You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk

Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds and a brand new car
I taught him what it takes to go this far
Boy I'm the reason you are what you are

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
Everybody runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
Everybody runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

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Sing For The Moment - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Sing For The Moment
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers, Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Steven Tyler

Lyric:
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearin'
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearin'
To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
Alone in his own zone cold and he don't care
He's a problem child what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants two rags and a stockin' cap
His step father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose this house is a broken home
There's no control he just lets his emotions go
(C'mon)

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is danger intertwine it with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy only have one homey
Only this gun lonely 'cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can be great or even worse they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew don't hesitate to produce air guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me off these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen to me religiously
So I'm signin' cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace this shit doesn't make sense, Pete
It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers of course this shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
We just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

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Stray Thoughts - Lyrics - Eleanor Mcevoy

Title: Stray Thoughts
Artist: Eleanor Mcevoy
Composer(s): Eleanor Mcevoy

Lyric:
He comes to me and sets my thoughts astray
He comes to chase the midnight blues away
He's sweet to taste and strong to touch and with his second sight
He steals away the lonesomeness of night

It seems that Heaven's looked on me and smiled
It sent the sun in place of candlelight
Tumbled out my wildest dreams tossed away my worst
Has heaven sent a blessing or a curse

He talks to me but nothing does he tell
He talks but keeps his secret safe and well
Still I cannot help but reach for him with these helpless hands of mine
So I hug him close and pray to God, he's mine

He comes to me and sets my thoughts astray
He comes to chase the midnight blues away
He's sweet to taste and strong to touch, I find myself inclined
To hug him close and pray to God he's kind
I hug him close and pray to God he's kind

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In The Garden - Lyrics - Anne Murray

Title: In The Garden
Artist: Anne Murray
Composer(s): Traditional Tommy (Arr) West, Anne (Arr) Murray

Lyric:
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice is so sweet
The birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

I stay in the garden with Him
Though the night all around me is falling
But He bids me go, through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known

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In The Garden - Lyrics - My Mother's Hymn Book - Johnny Cash

Title: In The Garden
Album: My Mother's Hymn Book
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): C Austin Miles

Lyric:
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet, the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night around me be falling
And He bids me go, through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

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Teardrops On My Guitar - Lyrics - Taylor Swift - Taylor Swift

Title: Teardrops On My Guitar
Album: Taylor Swift
Artist: Taylor Swift
Composer(s): Liz Rose, Taylor Alison Swift

Lyric:
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without

Drew talks to me
I laugh 'cause it's just so funny
I can't even see
Anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love
He's finally got it right
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be

She better hold him tight
Give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know she's lucky 'cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

So I drive home alone
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight

'Cuz he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see

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Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again - Lyrics - Blonde On Blonde - Bob Dylan

Title: Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again
Album: Blonde On Blonde
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk

And the ladies treat me kindly
And they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape

Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me well

And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked

Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine

An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that
But then again there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette"

Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked

But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When I speed built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes

Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Now the senator came down here
Showing everyone his gun
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son

An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck?

Oh, Mama
Is this really the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Now the T-Preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest

But he cursed me when I proved to him
Then I whispered and said "Not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied"

Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Now the rainman gave me two cures
Then he said, "Jump right in"
The one was Texas medicine
The other was just railroad gin

An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time

Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon

An' I say, "Aw, come on now
You know you know about my debutante"
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want"

Oh, Mama
Can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly
It all seems so well timed

An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice

Oh, Mama
Is this really the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

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Same Kind Of Crazy - Lyrics - Patty Loveless

Title: Same Kind Of Crazy
Artist: Patty Loveless
Composer(s): Gary Nicholson, Delbert Mcclinton

Lyric:
Did you ever meet somebody that likes all the same things you do
Somebody who can make you or break you anytime they want to
I met him at a red light, love at first sight, can it be true
He's good for me and he told me I was good for him too

Now I don't want to jump into anything
I've been trying to use some self restraint
But man it's amazing he's the same kind of crazy as me

I have to use a ladder 'cause I keep climbing down just to kiss him
If he's out of my sight for a minute or two I start to miss him
We stay all tangled up in each others arms and it's so nice
He talks in his sleep but he always gets my name right

If there's anything at all that's wrong with him
It's something I just can't see
Ain't no doubt about it, he's the same kind of crazy as me

Wild, wild nights, chasin' each other through the moonlight
My, my, my, I finally got something just right
'Cause every little off beat move that he makes suits me to a tee
You know what I'm sayin', he's the same kind of crazy as me
He's a crazy, same kind of crazy, same kind of crazy, same kind of

Oh, wild, wild nights, chasin' each other through the moonlight
My, my, my, I finally got something just right
'Cause every little off beat move that he makes suits me to a tee
You know what I'm sayin', he's the same kind of crazy as me

You know what I'm sayin', he's the same kind of crazy as me
You know what I'm sayin', he's the same kind of crazy as me
Same kind of crazy, same kind of crazy, same kind of

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The Stranger Song - Lyrics - Songs Of Leonard Cohen - Leonard Cohen

Title: The Stranger Song
Album: Songs Of Leonard Cohen
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
You find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
That is so high and wild
He'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

And then leaning on your window sill
He'll say one day you caused his will
To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
An old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came, I was a stranger
I told you when I came, I was a stranger

But now another stranger seems
To want you to ignore his dreams
As though they were the burden of some other
Oh you've seen that man before
His golden arm dispatching cards
But now it's rusted from the elbow to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter

Ah you hate to watch another tired man
Lay down his hand
Like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
You notice there's a highway
That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder

You tell him to come in sit down
But something makes you turn around
But door is open, you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
And it's you my love, you who are the stranger

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
We'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
To get me to the heart of this or any other matter
When he talks like this, you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this, you don't know what he's after

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
Upon the shore, beneath the bridge
That they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say, "Okay the bridge or someplace later"

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
You find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
That is so high and wild
He'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

And leaning on your window sill
He'll say one day you caused his will
To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
An old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came, I was a stranger
I told you when I came, I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger

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Ladykillers - Lyrics - Lush

Title: Ladykillers
Artist: Lush
Composer(s): Miki Berenyi

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Lyric:
Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden
Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
This guy says, "Come and meet my girlfriend"
She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight

So I say, "Hello" and I try to be nice
But I see he's feeling itchy
Trying to play us off each other
"Girls, girls, please don't fight"
You get the picture

Hey you, the muscles and the long hair
Telling me that women are superior to men
Most guys just don't appreciate this
You just try convincing me you're better than them

So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul
And his favorite subject is sex
I don't even think he even wanted it
But, Christ this guy's too much
I wanna tell him

I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery
But I don't need your practiced lines, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before

Here comes the next one
Blondie was with me for a summer
He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite
I'm weak and he was so persistent
He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight

Oh God, the boy had such an ego
He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
You think you're such a ladykiller
But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light

When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself
And he's watching his reflection
I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself
Here's seven years bad luck
I wanna tell him

When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity
But I don't need your practiced lines your
Your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before

Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner
Thinking that you're in there
Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister
Call it what you will, oh
You'll think you're such a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there
Posing in the mirror
Hey girls, he's such a lady killer, but we know where he's coming from
And we know the score

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40 - Bring The Yellow Tape - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Bring The Yellow Tape
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an hour ago
My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner store
It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, this can't be true
I'm cryin' vengeance for revenge, look what I do

Called up my Mossie, told my niggaz to be on alert
Heard it was some player hating OG's out there putting in work
From what I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and drugs
It's over some bitches and some jealous niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm fired up I wanna do 'em in myself
Hit me up in the corner and watch me
Let them motherfuckers have it Nelf
Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro
For some glocks and techno chops and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic dank to expand my thoughts relax nerves
When I get back to the town just think
Them niggaz gonna get straight served
And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the game straight having thangs
Taking this bullshit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

I'm not having it, you want some funk I'll bring it to ya
Dagnamit, I thought you suckas already knew
Yes indeed, them niggaz act like they can't bleed
But them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise

Bring the noise, who's fallin' like the big boys?
Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm ballin' like the big boys
I just got word, I heard the same niggaz robbed my partner herb
Pulled on his dick with a pair of appliers, got him for a bird

It's gettin' stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
See, herbs a factor, he's worth seven hundred thousand
GTE mobile net cellular communication
I got his voice mail number, let me try and page him

I'm hecka cool, he hecksa cool with me
He called me back said, "Let's go party on them fools E"
I said, "Where you at?"
He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo"
He said, "I tell you what, let's hook up me and you at Dennys in the Vill"

I said, "Roger", he said, "Over and out, don't fake out"
I said, "What time?" He said, "One o' clock
If it's traffic, go the back route"
Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes
We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape
Bring the yellow tape
Bring the yellow tape
The yellow tape

Wassup, my Naga, you ready to ride
On these hoe ass block busters
That's me an Herb talking outside of Denny's
Smoking a beedie sittin' in my Cutlass

It's only a handful of them suck L's, I can count them on my fingers
Fuck, letting this shit die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
I'm 'bout my gats but can't make cash with niggaz
Breathing all down my ass

Therefore I must explore by taking a few lives to even the score
My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood pressure high [Incomprehensible]
Drinking and crying, two four seven my stomach in and out

I know this one botch that got my nigga
That just got out of jail's baby
She'll play hop scratch she works for
Pacific Bell and she just might maybe

Help me pull these niggaz coat tails true [Incomprehensible]
Find out where they sleep by looking up there address on the computer
Herb hollard, "Bingo, tomorrow we ride, my naga
Fake ass niggaz done stuck there fingers in
Some permanent shit that they can't wipe off"

Yeah, motherfuckers fail realize the size of this
Oh, it's gon' get done, three or four more hot ones
Added on to the fire that already got 'em
Ain't no kind of [Incomprehensible] to me

My dick get hard off this type shit, boy
Tell that botch to get the 707's
On them niggaz residential spots
By tomorrow afternoon and it's on

Think I didn't, got on it right away
Finally got me a chance to use my
Heckler & Koch collection throw-aways
And when we did it, I guess you could say we did that
And after that niggaz gave me my 'spec

Bring the yellow tape
Bring the yellow tape
The yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape
The yellow tape
The yellow tape

[Incomprehensible]

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