How Can I Be Saved - Lyrics - Tomorrow Starts Today - Mobile

Title: How Can I Be Saved
Album: Tomorrow Starts Today
Artist: Mobile
Composer(s): Matthew De Matteo, Pierre-Marc Hamelin, Dominic Viola, Mathieu Joly, Francois Williamson, Christian Brais

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Lyric:
Have you ever felt as used up as this?
Have you ever tried to bring back all the things you really miss?
Have you ever asked yourself how your life can be achieved?
Have you ever asked yourself what a perfect death would be?

So, how can I be saved?
How can I be saved?
How can I be saved?

Despite all my pain I am unafraid to face the change
Too many times being misunderstood
Yes, it could have been a little easier, yeah
It could have been ten times better

So, how can I be saved?
How can I be saved?
How can I be saved?

Saved, ohh, saved
Locked up like a prisoner in a free land, free land
Love always came and went just like a sleight of hand

So, how can I be saved?
How can I be saved?
How can I be saved?

Yeah, so, how can I be saved?
How can I be saved?
How can I be saved?

I shall be brave to be saved
I shall be brave to be saved
I shall be brave to be saved
I shall be brave to be saved

I shall be brave to be saved
I shall be brave

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40 - Captain Save A Hoe - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Captain Save A Hoe
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Tenina Stevens, Marvin Whitemon, Brandt Keith Jones, Earl Stevens, Danell Stevens

Lyric:
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

It's 1993 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes
You know how these tricks we be buyin' 'em clothes
Wanna taxi hoes on vogues with the beat
And have 'em sittin' next to 'em in the front seat

But not B see I'm a hog up out the V
And my motto is fuck a hoe and hit the throttle
To the smoke talkin' on my Okie doe
World wide I got a clydes up in Tokyo

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
What's that niggas name? Captain save a hoe main
More faster than a speeding bullet to put on his cape and scared
I put the fake the fake the funk the funk
To me that's not the way to do it

Captain muthafuckin' save a hoe game to me
Flexin' just like a little ol' bitch all up in front of my company
Had to check his ass with an ear check dump and pumpin'
Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' his ass
Pumpin' fear talkin' 'bout nigga you gone retrospect somethin' here

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Mr. Super Trick, Mr. Super Snitch
Yeah, you wanna kill me 'cuz I fucked ya bitch
You should had your cape on tight that night
'Cuz a nigga like the Shot sho plugs 'em right

And now yo batch is straight callin' me lovin' me
On the under for the porno star that I be
And don't you come in my face with that trick shit
Ya betta try some more shit

I got the gift to grab any batch that I want but I don't
'Cuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk
Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'n'
How come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?

The other day you see me smobbin' down magazine
With some ol' nigga in your car lookin' at me mean
I stopped in the middle of the street reached under seat to grab my heat
Man that's the same motherfucker
That I got into it with at the club last week

Man them niggas can't fade they birth made and so they start
But niggas with no heart don't want no part to this
Nigga rollin' with the Funk Mobb
And when it's funk the pump will spit them double laws

So what you doin' when we roll through you hideout
Let my mack get off and then I rides out
With your ass there smokin' like an in cent
You savin' hoes nigga and that's bitch shit

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

I'm crossin' up niggas and bitches and even snitches just for my riches
Captain save a hoe I ain't got no problem with that ol' shit
I gives a damn as long as he's payin'
It ain't my fault because he's sprung off my land

I'm cashin' G A checks, go to the bank Hank
If your breath stank, you get ganked main
Long as a trick comes fallin' down
That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clown

But make that nigga take care your kids
Make that nigga call your kids his
Make that nigga get out there and work
Make his ass buy you a Brinn Burk

It's all part of that nigga take care of me
Pussy whipped nigga come save me
Batches out there be on the look out for captain save a hoe
'Cuz he's savin' hoes

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

I want to be saved
I want to be saved
I want to be saved
I want to be saved

Fuck that what they talkin' about
I save a hoe yeah
Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair done
Come on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail's, yeah

We can get your nails done, get your hair done
What about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?
Yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kids
We can go down and get the hook up at Durant Square
Yeah baby, I do anything for ya

Want you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my name
Matter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pager
We can get that package deal down there at Cellular One
Baby, I'm, I'm here for you, I got you

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40 - Captain Save A Hoe (Remix) - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Captain Save A Hoe (Remix)
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Tenina Stevens, Marvin Whitemon, Brandt Keith Jones, Earl Stevens, Danell Stevens

Lyric:
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

It's 1993 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes
You know how these tricks we be buyin' 'em clothes
Wanna taxi hoes on vogues with the beat
And have 'em sittin' next to 'em in the front seat

But not B see I'm a hog up out the V
And my motto is fuck a hoe and hit the throttle
To the smoke talkin' on my Okie doe
World wide I got a clydes up in Tokyo

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
What's that niggas name? Captain save a hoe main
More faster than a speeding bullet to put on his cape and scared
I put the fake the fake the funk the funk
To me that's not the way to do it

Captain muthafuckin' save a hoe game to me
Flexin' just like a little ol' bitch all up in front of my company
Had to check his ass with an ear check dump and pumpin'
Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' his ass
Pumpin' fear talkin' 'bout nigga you gone retrospect somethin' here

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Mr. Super Trick, Mr. Super Snitch
Yeah, you wanna kill me 'cuz I fucked ya bitch
You should had your cape on tight that night
'Cuz a nigga like the Shot sho plugs 'em right

And now yo batch is straight callin' me lovin' me
On the under for the porno star that I be
And don't you come in my face with that trick shit
Ya betta try some more shit

I got the gift to grab any batch that I want but I don't
'Cuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk
Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'n'
How come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?

The other day you see me smobbin' down magazine
With some ol' nigga in your car lookin' at me mean
I stopped in the middle of the street reached under seat to grab my heat
Man that's the same motherfucker
That I got into it with at the club last week

Man them niggas can't fade they birth made and so they start
But niggas with no heart don't want no part to this
Nigga rollin' with the Funk Mobb
And when it's funk the pump will spit them double laws

So what you doin' when we roll through you hideout
Let my mack get off and then I rides out
With your ass there smokin' like an in cent
You savin' hoes nigga and that's bitch shit

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

I'm crossin' up niggas and bitches and even snitches just for my riches
Captain save a hoe I ain't got no problem with that ol' shit
I gives a damn as long as he's payin'
It ain't my fault because he's sprung off my land

I'm cashin' G A checks, go to the bank Hank
If your breath stank, you get ganked main
Long as a trick comes fallin' down
That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clown

But make that nigga take care your kids
Make that nigga call your kids his
Make that nigga get out there and work
Make his ass buy you a Brinn Burk

It's all part of that nigga take care of me
Pussy whipped nigga come save me
Batches out there be on the look out for captain save a hoe
'Cuz he's savin' hoes

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
I want to be saved

I want to be saved
I want to be saved
I want to be saved
I want to be saved

Fuck that what they talkin' about
I save a hoe yeah
Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair done
Come on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail's, yeah

We can get your nails done, get your hair done
What about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?
Yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kids
We can go down and get the hook up at Durant Square
Yeah baby, I do anything for ya

Want you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my name
Matter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pager
We can get that package deal down there at Cellular One
Baby, I'm, I'm here for you, I got you

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Dance In My Pants - Lyrics - Jim Steinman

Title: Dance In My Pants
Artist: Jim Steinman
Composer(s): Jim Steinman

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Lyric:
Hey, listen now it's coming so close
I'll let the rhythm surround me
I'm getting itchy and I'm ready to move
I'm mighty glad that you found me

There's a drummer going at it
Way down in the core of my soul
There's no escaping the music
And I'm psyching up my feet
And they're telling me we're ready to roll

There are times when I can fight it
But now's the time I want to give in
Sooner or later, we'll get around to the love
But now's the time to shake it, oh baby, let the party begin
Baby, let the party begin

When I woke up this morning and I looked out my window
I could see the sky was cloudy and gray
There was a chill in the air and a pain in my heart
And the thunder it was coming my way

Oh, it was looking really bad and I was so alone
And there wasn't any place to go
But now I'm out of the blue, I know what I got to do
And something in me's starting to grow
I can feel it in me starting to grow, grow, grow, grow, grow now!

I got dance in my pants
Every time I feel the power in a radio wave
I turn it up all the way
I got dance in my pants
Every time I see the glory of a good looking face
Well, I just got to say

Hey now, don't you worry baby, everything'll be fine
We got nothing but the best and we got nothing but time
And there'll always be a time when they'll be waiting in line
To be dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
And now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
Now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready, come on, take a chance

You got a whole lotta style and a load of romance
And me, me, me, I got dance in my pants
I got dance in my pants, I got dance in my pants

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
Don't want to be on my feet when I can be on my back
Don't want to be on the floor when I can be in the sack

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
I'm just a little bit tired if you know what I mean
Don't want to be in a crowd when I can be in a dream
I'm a lover not a dancer, baby, baby, let me prove it to you
Baby, let me prove it to you

Well, we can rock it really hard or we can roll it really slow
We can lift it really high or we can dip it really low
We can hold it in tight or we can let it all out
Or we can work up a sweat and really stomp it and shout

Let me pull you so close and then we'll break away fast
We'll be the best on the floor we got the cool and the flash
We'll make a dangerous turn but we'll come out of it fine
I know the best of the moves we'll get them right every time

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
Don't want to be on my feet when I can be on my back
Don't want to be on the floor when I can be in the sack

I'm a lover not a dancer, I'm a lover not a dancer
I'm just a little bit tired if you know what I mean
Don't want to be in a crowd when I can be in a dream
I'm a lover not a dancer, baby, baby, let me prove it to you
Baby, let me prove it to you

I don't care what you say
Ain't nothing gonna to get me out on that floor
Oh baby, you know there may be some moves
That you haven't even seen yet
No way Jose
Well, I got a new step for you
Made it up all by myself
I bet you never tried this before

Oh jeez!
Come on!
Oh jeez!
Come on!
Oh jeez!

Now that you know how it's done
It's only a matter of practice
Well, I could sure use some of that practice
Ha ha ha, now that you know how it's done
It's only a matter of practice
Grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow

I got dance in my pants
Every time I feel the power in a radio wave
I turn it up all the way
I got dance in my pants
Every time I see the glory of a good looking face
Well, I just got to say

Hey now, don't you worry, baby, everything'll be fine
We got nothing but the best and we got nothing but time
And there'll always be a time when they'll be waiting in line
To be dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
And now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing

You don't say nothing all week
You're getting ready for dancing, dancing
Now your body really knows how to speak
You're getting ready, come on, take a chance
You got a whole lotta style and a load of romance
And me, me, me, I got dance in my pants

I'll crank it up all the way, they'll never get me to stop
I gotta stay in motion 'til the moment that I finally drop
When they decide that I'm gone
I know they're gonna try to put me to rest
But I won't be afraid because I know, I know there's dance after death

I know there's dance after death
And I don't ever wanna be rescued
And I don't ever wanna be saved
I got a feeling that I'm gonna be alive forever
Dancing on the edge of a grave
Dancing on the edge of a grave

And I don't ever wanna be rescued
And I don't ever wanna be saved
I got a feeling that I'm gonna be alive forever
Dancing on the edge of a grave
Dancing on the edge of a, dancing on the edge of a
Dancing on the edge of a grave

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Still I Can'T Be Still - Lyrics - Idina Menzel

Title: Still I Can'T Be Still
Artist: Idina Menzel
Composer(s): Milton Davis, Idina Menzel

Lyric:
Well, I don't believe in God
But she talks to me all the time
And I banish my mother
But she holds me when I cry

And I have been unfaithful
But with me he'll spend the rest of his life
And I have been forgiven by all
Whom I've betrayed and loved
And I have everything I want, is it ever enough?

Still I can't be still, still I can't be silent
Still I can't be still, still I can't be saved
Still I can't be still, I can't be silent, still I, still

Well, I don't believe I'm beautiful
But at least I have my sister's smile
And I, I resist the muses
But they sing to me in exile

And destiny is not deafening
But it hushed me like a child
And every time I feel as though I'm closer to the eye
The storm winds blow, I run inside
And though I feel revived

Still I can't be still, still I can't be silent
Still I can't be still, still I can't be saved
Still I can't be still, I can't be silent, still I, still

The insatiable peace
Of my quest for, for true serenity
No matter how hard the rain
The thirst, the thirst is never ending

No matter how many friends or angels
Been sent down to, to take me away
They can't make it okay
And they can't make it okay

And every time I feel
As though I'm closer to the eye
The storm winds blow, I run inside
And though I feel revived

Yes, every time I feel
As though I'm closer to the eye
The storm winds blow I run inside
And though I feel revived

I don't believe I'm beautiful
At least I've got my sister's smile
And I resist the muses
But they they sing to me
(Still)
Destiny is deafening me
(Still)

Still, still, still
I can't be, I can't be still
I can't be, I can't be still
I can't be, I can't be still
...

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Afraid - Lyrics - Paper Walls - Yellowcard

Title: Afraid
Album: Paper Walls
Artist: Yellowcard
Composer(s): William Key, Pete Mosely, Longineu Iii Parsons, Sean Wellman-Mackin, Ryan Mendez

Lyric:
I lie in this empty bed
With this aching head
You left me here this morning
Now I can't remember

Why I let you in again
To get under my skin
And every time you disappear
Then I remember

I look for you
But I can't see your face
And then I hear you
The only thing you say

I am afraid right now
I don't wanna let you down
And I am the one who can't be saved
The only thing I say

I am afraid right now
What if I can't get out?
What if I don't want to be saved?
This is me afraid

Now there's no place like home
To make me feel alone
I see you everywhere I am
And I remember

How you ran out to hide
You kept me close behind
Following your every move
So I remember

I look for you
But I can't see your face
And then I hear you
The only thing you say

I am afraid right now
I don't wanna let you down
And I am the one who can't be saved
The only thing I say

I am afraid right now
What if I can't get out?
What if I don't want to be saved?
This is me afraid

I look for you
But I can't see your face
Then I hear you
The only thing you say is

Don't look for me
?Cause you will never say
And you won't hear me
You won't hear me

Why do we keep this up?
Why do we live like us?
When there is nothing left to save
Will you be afraid?

I am afraid right now
You already let me down
You are the one who can't be saved
If only I could say

I am afraid right now
You never will get out
You'll never let yourself be saved
You are so afraid
You are so afraid

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52 - God - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - God
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Rebecca St James, Tedd Tjornborn

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Lyric:
You are the first and the last
Strength that I have, if my world was to crash
You are the same from today to the past
Plain that Your love don't change and I'm glad

You remain is the way I could have
New life and You took the blame that I had
An over-night change came with a flash
I know it might seem kinda strange if You ask

But how can I describe who You are?
What could I write? Where would I start?
Who would define the one who made the stars?
And made them shine and still lives in my heart

No words would explain who You are
How could I ever just name who You are?
Even heaven can't contain who You are
Is the only way I can say who You are

It's God! Truly God
Can you see? Can you hear?
Can you touch? Can you feel?

It's God! Truly God
I can't explain any other way
'Cause it's God

So amazing to me
You spoke a word, everything changes to be
Seven days, You made the sun raise in the trees
And let it blaze, made the sun raise in the east

I gaze on all You made and I see
And I'm ashamed of sinful ways, it's me
And I'm amazed that You came straight, just for me
It's kinda strange, but that's the way that You be

You are the reason I live
You're all I'm needing to live
You are the mean, and I live
With so much peace, I see, and You give

You right here, it's quite clear that You live
You're the air that I breathe and You live
It's not that clear, what I'm speaking
It's just that all that I can say is

It's God! Truly God
Can you see? Can you hear?
Can you touch? Can you feel?

It's God! Truly God
I can't explain any other way
'Cause it's God

Truly God
Can you see? Can you hear?
Can you touch? Can you feel?

It's God! Truly God
I can't explain any other way
'Cause it's God

So at the end of the day
When everything made just fades into gray
Only one thing remains, it's the same
The fact that Your love, it refuses to change

So plain, I'm amazed by Your ways
'Cause You're, so great, but You came and You gave
Your whole life, and You died, straight to the grave
Three days into life, came and You raised

And I can still call on Your name
And even when I fall, You remain, it's the same
You are my all in all, that I claim
I used to be kinda like Paul, but I changed

How could I ever be ashamed?
It's obvious that You live and You reign
Supreme as the very reason I'm saved
See what I mean is, what I mean is that You're

God! Truly God
I can't explain any other way
'Cause it's God

Truly God
Can you see? Can you hear?
Can you touch? Can you feel?

That it's God! Truly God
I can't explain any other way
'Cause it's God

Truly God! It's God! Truly God
It's God! Truly God!
I can't explain any other way
'Cause it's God

Just God
Nothing else

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Bonafide - Lyrics - Bonafide - Jon B.

Title: Bonafide
Album: Bonafide
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
Everybody's in the major leagues
Ain't nobody wanna be straight up
I see the hotties on the way to work
They be waiting outside the club

See Samantha got a glass of wine
And in the corner she be laggin' behind
To the ladies room to powder her lines
She be feeling like dynamite

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
Some come move that ass, I know what you wanna do
She's looking for a phat wad, Lord of a God, you look good
Premonitions saved for last, 'cause for now we're understood

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

Yes, all the eyes that be staring at you
Is it because I got my Rover outside?
See, I just don't understand
Is it that you think you can play me fly?

No, I don't think so girl
I've been through it many times before
I got a tight pocket book
And you know, I ain't open it up for no

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes
So come move that ass, I know what you want to do
You're looking for a phat wad, Lord of a God
I don't have it for you, so honey baby, what you gonna do

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
[Incomprehensible]
I'm not pretentious, I invent this vibe that you feel

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

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Stan - Lyrics - Dido

Title: Stan
Artist: Dido
Composer(s): Dido Armstrong, Paul Herman, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager
And my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not have got 'em
It probably was a problem
At the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses
Too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways fuck it
What's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too
I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch
Who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with scam

I got a room full of your posters
And your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too
That shit was fat
Anyways I hope you get this, man
Hit me back just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
I hope you have the chance, I ain't mad
I just think it's fucked up, you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me
Outside the concert you didn't have to
But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man

He's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For 4 hours and you just said "No"
That's pretty shitty man
You're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man
He likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver
You said if I write to you, you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day
I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo
With your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself
To see how much it bleeds?
It's like Adrenaline
The pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real
And I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous
'Cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't know you like
I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like?
For people like us growing up
You've gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word
I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending you
I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drink a fifth of vodka
Ya dare me to drive?

You know this song by Phil Collins
'From the air in the night'
About that guy who could have saved
That other guy from drowning?
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at his show he found him

That's kinda how this is
You could have rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand downers, now I'm drowsy

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know
I ripped all your pictures off the wall
I loved you Slim, we could have been together
Think about it, you ruined it now

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep
And you scream about it
I hope your conscious eats at you
And you can't breathe without me

See Slim, "Shut up bitch!
I'm trying to talk"
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat I just tied her up
See I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more
And then she'll die too

Well gotta go
I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit! I forgot!
How am I supposed to send this shit out?

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner
But I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
How far along is she?
Look I'm really flattered
You would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on your starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must have missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally
Just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about
You like to cut your wrist too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg
C'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counselin''
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this shit about us
Meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us
To meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend
Need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself
I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little

I'm glad I inspire you
But Stan, why are you so mad?
Try to understand
That I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news
A couple weeks ago that made me sick

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk
And she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape
But it didn't say who it was to?
Come to think about it
His name was, it was you! Damn!

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Stan - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Stan
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Dido Armstrong, Paul Herman, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager
And my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not have got 'em
It probably was a problem
At the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses
Too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways fuck it
What's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too
I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch
Who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with scam

I got a room full of your posters
And your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too
That shit was fat
Anyways I hope you get this, man
Hit me back just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
I hope you have the chance, I ain't mad
I just think it's fucked up, you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me
Outside the concert you didn't have to
But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man

He's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For 4 hours and you just said "No"
That's pretty shitty man
You're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man
He likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver
You said if I write to you, you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day
I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo
With your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself
To see how much it bleeds?
It's like Adrenaline
The pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real
And I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous
'Cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't know you like
I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like?
For people like us growing up
You've gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word
I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending you
I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drink a fifth of vodka
Ya dare me to drive?

You know this song by Phil Collins
'From the air in the night'
About that guy who could have saved
That other guy from drowning?
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at his show he found him

That's kinda how this is
You could have rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand downers, now I'm drowsy

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know
I ripped all your pictures off the wall
I loved you Slim, we could have been together
Think about it, you ruined it now

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep
And you scream about it
I hope your conscious eats at you
And you can't breathe without me

See Slim, "Shut up bitch!
I'm trying to talk"
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat I just tied her up
See I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more
And then she'll die too

Well gotta go
I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit! I forgot!
How am I supposed to send this shit out?

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner
But I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
How far along is she?
Look I'm really flattered
You would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on your starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must have missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally
Just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about
You like to cut your wrist too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg
C'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counselin''
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this shit about us
Meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us
To meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend
Need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself
I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little

I'm glad I inspire you
But Stan, why are you so mad?
Try to understand
That I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news
A couple weeks ago that made me sick

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk
And she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape
But it didn't say who it was to?
Come to think about it
His name was, it was you! Damn!

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Oh Jerusalem - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Oh Jerusalem
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Oh, Jerusalem yeah
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem

Realizing that there's no place else to go
And there's nobody I know who can help me
Text book solutions are so improbable
'Cuz everybody else is just as empty

Naked as the day that I was born, I tried to hide
Behind education and philosophy
Hopeless explanation to describe a situation
I can't see because the world's on top of me

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Freeing me from dust, and the superficial trust
Of an enemy that seeks to take my breath

Failing to connect, 'cuz I'm morally defective
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead

Limited to Earth, unable to find out my worth
'Cuz I can't see past my own vanity
If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it
From my mind because it has to be insanity

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Can I even factor, that I've only been an actor
In this staged interpretation of this day

Focused on the shadow
With my back turned to the light
Too intelligent to see it's me in the way
What a paradox, having God trapped in a box

All this time professing to be spiritual
Naturally pretending
That I'm actually defending
God through my facade, only material

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection

Submit to truth, leave the deception of thy youth
So we can walk in the council of authority
Forget the proof, a generation so aloof
Only follow in the steps of the majority

Trust in the Lord, with all thy heart
And lay not to thine own understanding in all thy ways
Acknowledge Him, and He shall direct our paths
Be not wise in thine own eyes that you can?t follow Him

We judge and condemn, just as ignorant as them
Who religion tells us that we should ignore
Perpetrating we're in covenant with Him
Exposed by the very things that we adore

We grin and shake hands, then lay ambush for the man
Who has a different point of view than us
Infuriated 'cuz he doesn't understand
Bringing up those things we don't want to discuss

Wise who do evil, we don't know how to do good
Walking on in darkness running from the light, ey
Led to believe, because we live in neighborhoods
Telling us what's going on will be alright

Oh, so repressed, so convinced that I was blessed
When I played with my game of Monopoly
Oh, to suggest, that my life is still a mess
Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping them from perfection

Abide in me and I in You, as the branch cannot bare
Fruit of itself except in the vine
I am the vine, ye are the branches, He that live in me
And I in him, the same bring forth much fruit

But without me, you can do nothing
Oh, Jerusalem, your traditions have deceived you
I've chosen you, you haven't chosen me
And whatsoever, you ask in my name He may give to you

But in vain they call my name, teaching doctrines just the same
Justified among themselves
But God knoweth the heart, what man esteems as smart
Is an abomination to Emmanuel

Just repent, turn from selfish motivation
So iniquity will not cause your demise
Make you a new heart and a new spirit for why would He die
Oh Jerusalem, please tell me why

I have no pleasure in the death of Him to die
Says the Lord God where forth turn yourselves and live
It's not the talkers, but the walkers in His word
Are the only ones the Father will forgive

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, providing you no protection
Oh, Jerusalem, oh, Jerusalem

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I Can'T Help But Love You - Lyrics - Marvin Gaye

Title: I Can'T Help But Love You
Artist: Marvin Gaye
Composer(s): Thomas Kemp, Robert Gordy, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Hey, Marvin, yeah, Tammi
Listen to me, baby

Take a plane a million miles and stay hundred years
And come back baby and I'll be waiting here
I'll be true to you, I ain't goin' nowhere
'Cause this love I have is just for you to share

Can't help but love you
Can't help but love you, baby
Can't help but love you

I don't care to know how far I have to fly
I don't care to know how many stars are in the sky
There's just one thing, baby, that I've got to know
Will you love me forever, never let me go?
Oh Tammi, yeah Marvin, oh baby

I'll be lovin' you, I can't help myself
I'll be lovin' you and nobody else
I'll be lovin' you, oh yes, I will
Till I'm old and gray, till my heart stands still, oh Tammi
Oh Marvin, tell me why do you love me?

I was just a rollin' stone goin' nowhere
Empty like a hollow room filled with despair
Then like a rainbow and a pot of gold
You came into my life and you saved my very soul

Can't help but love you
Can't help but love you, baby
Can't help but love you
Tell me, why do you love me?

I was so alone like a leaf without a tree
When out of the darkness your love lifted me
And I'm so grateful, baby I'm so glad
'Cause your sweet, sweet love is the best I've ever had

Can't help but love you
Can't help but love you, baby
Can't help but love you

I'll be lovin' you, I can't help myself
I'll be lovin' you and nobody else
I'll be lovin' you, oh yes, I will
Till I'm old and gray, till my heart stands still

Can't help but love you
Can't help but love you, baby
Can't help but love you

I'll be lovin' you, I can't help myself
I'll be lovin' you and nobody else
I'll be lovin' you, oh yes, I will
Till I'm old and gray, till my heart stands still

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Upgrade U - Lyrics - B'day - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Upgrade U
Album: B'day
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Willie James Clarke, Makeba Riddick, Beyonce Knowles, Angela Beyince, Solange Knowles, Clarence Henry Reid, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Yeah B, talk ur shit, partner let me upgrade u
How u gon' upgrade me? What's higher than number one?
U know I used to beat that block and now I be's the block
Partner let me upgrade u

I hear u be the block but I'm the life that keeps the streets on
Notice u the type that like to keep them on a leash tho'
I'm known to walk alone but I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing, believe me

Come harder, this won't be easy
Don't doubt yourself, trust me, u need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip, or a ego
But what u think they all mad at me fo'?

U need a real woman in ur life
(That's a good look)
Taking care of home and still fly
(That's a good look)
And I'ma help u build up ur account
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(But ladies that's a good look)
Believe me

When ur in those big meetings for the mils
(That's a good look)
U take me just to compliment the deal
(That's a good look)
And anything u cop I split the bill
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(But ladies that's a good look)
Believe me

Partner let me upgrade u, Audemars Piguet u
Switching necktie to purple labels
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Partner let me upgrade u, flip a new page
Introduce u to some new things and
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

I can do for u what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that ur blessed to find ur equal
Still play my part and let u take the lead role, believe me

I'll follow, this could be easy
I'll be the help whenever u need me
I see ur hustle, with my hustle I can keep u
Focused on ur focus, I can feed u

U need a real woman in ur life
(That's a good look)
Taking care of home and still fly
(That's a good look)
I can help u build up ur account
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(But ladies that's a good look)
Believe me

When ur in the big meetings for the mils
(That's a good look)
U take me just to compliment the deal
(That's a good look)
Anything u cop I split the bill
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(Ladies that's a good look)
Believe me, I can upgrade u!

Partner let me upgrade u, Audemars Piguet u
Switching necktie to purple labels
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Partner let me upgrade u, flip a new page
Introduce u to some new things and
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

I be's the D-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes
They call shots I call audibles
Jacob the jeweler, Bubbles Loraine Schwartz sorta dude
It's big ballin' baby when I'm caught in u

I'm talking spa bags and fly pads and rooms at the Bloomberg
And rumors u on the verge of a new marriage
'Cuz that rock on ur finger's like a tumor
U can't fit ur hand in ur new purse

It's humorous to me they watchin' and we just yachtin'
Island hoppin' off the Amalfi coast
Mafioso, Hov baby u ever seen satin?
No, not the car, but everywhere we are

U sure to see stars, this is high level not eye level
My bezzle courtesy of Audemars
I'll order urs tomorrow now look at the time I saved u
Mama let me upgrade u

Just when u think u had it all
Big ends, car notes, collectin' cars
Picture ur life elevated with me
Make u my project celebrity
I'll keep ur name hot in the streets

It's the little glimpse of light
That makes the diamond really shine
And u already is a star but unless ur flawless
Then ur dynasty ain't complete without a chief like me

Partner let me upgrade u, Audemars Piguet u
Switching necktie to purple labels
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Partner let me upgrade u, flip a new page
Introduce u to some new things and
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Audemars Piguet watch, dimples in ur necktie
Hermmes briefcase, Cartier top clips
Silk lined blazers, diamond cream facials
VVS cuff links, six star pent suites

Partner let me upgrade u, grade u
Partner, partner let me upgrade u, grade u
Let me, let me, let me upgrade u, grade u
Partner, partner, partner let me upgrade u

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Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley) - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Medley For A "V" (The Pussy Medley)
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Archie, El De Barge, Dion Bennett, El Debarge Nathaniel Hale, Kelton Mcdonald, 2nd Ii None Crawford Wilkierson, David Blake, Calvin Broadus, Jason Lewis

Lyric:
Ay yo G-1, I been listening to this nigga Quik album
And he ain't got no songs about the pussy
You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy
On this shit, ya feel me?
And I'm just that nigga to beat the pussy up
So uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what I'm sayin'
Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there, trip

Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'Til it's soft and mushy, I love that bushy
And most niggas still do
Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew
And we'll do damn near anything to get it
And once I got it, I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed

To give yo' little thick ass what you need
Gangsta gangsta, I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone?
You lovin' that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan, ya whole voice tone make me wanna
Put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
Know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick, so what's up bitch?

See as long as my muthafuckin' dick get hard
And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
Like they used to hop for cars
My nigga DJ Q told me come on through
'Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
That's right down the street from Compton

I pop in the liquor store to grab some hats
A bag of ice, some blue dice and some Cognac, yeah
The pussy's good especially when it's from a whole 'nother neighborhood
How good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
We dick bitches down and that's rule number 3 in the Dogg Pound
Bitch drawers down!

We won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
What you say?
I said we won't get no radio play
But we probably get some pussy for this
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Uhh baby, let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber and we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh
Snoop hit it, then I hit it too
Aww yeah, little bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you
Now all ya ever do is sit around and boo hoo
Talkin' 'bout Hi-C, I love that it's you

She said, "Where ya been?", I said, "In ya mouth"
If ya lookin' for love, then take me down South
And I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle
While I insert my inner self up in ya tender vittles
A hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
And baby, better do me like I'm one in a million
Check yo' feelings and point that ass to the ceiling

'Cause I'm the dick 'em down king, 'call me on the celly
Let it ring and prepare ya lips for the ding ding
And if ya got some friends, let 'em bend on over
While I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish and you want but this dick ya gonna meet
Hit ya elbows and knees and spread ya booty cheeks
And call me Daddi with a I, girl, you're doin' everything by the book
Nate Dogg, tell 'em how she looked

Girl, ya lookin' fine so fine
I wonder if you'd like to take the time to grind
If so, why don't you leave with me today, let's play
This game I call it 'touch a secret place', let's play

See first I just grab ya from behind, ya mine
And then I just push until I find that [Incomprehensible]
Right now I know you've came a couple of times, that's fine
As long as you know I have to leave in time

You can't be, you can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate
You can't be, you can't be my lady
But I'll let you be, let you be my playmate

Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
With all my niggas you will get busy, hoe
Now the first bitch, she want dick to the tonsils
My second and third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
While my money maker walking the stroll for my knot

Got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock
Young twat, if I can smell it, I'm a tell ya to get going
With a douche pack, you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
More like 25 pounds of get back and I can tell by ya walk
It's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
On yo' love roller coaster, pull them panties aside, KK

I'ma lead it to the left and to the right
And I'ma make ya scream and holla for more
And I bet you when I'm in it, you can't help but to admit it
You ain't never came this good before
Chivas Regal got my dick so hard
I ain't gon' make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik, give me the keys to the Benzo
So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo, ha baby

I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight
As soon as you turn off the lights

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Love You To Death - Lyrics - Stefy

Title: Love You To Death
Artist: Stefy
Composer(s): Stefy Rae Eustace, Jimmy Harry, Mimi Jakobson

Lyric:
No one else will ever know how to love me
Maybe I am broken
Deep inside I believe that you belong to me
But this remains unspoken

And I want you so much
You're not like the rest
It hurts when we touch
I love you to death

I can't breathe and I can't sleep
It's killing me, I love you to death
It can't be saved, the price I pay
When you're away, I love you to death

Late at night when I'm alone your memory's haunting
Don't you miss me too?
And sometimes I think if I wish hard enough
I could be with you

And I want you so much
You're not like the rest
It hurts when we touch
I love you to death

I can't breathe and I can't sleep
It's killing me, I love you to death
It can't be saved, the price I pay
When you're away, I love you to

I'm stranded without love
But you still thrill me
If you leave me a long enough
It might just kill me, yeah, yeah, yeah

I can't breathe and I can't sleep
It's killing me, I love you to death
It can't be saved, the price I pay
When you're away, I love you to death

Love you so much
It hurts when we touch
I love you to death

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Down In A Cold Dirty Well - Lyrics - Holly - Justin Nozuka

Title: Down In A Cold Dirty Well
Album: Holly
Artist: Justin Nozuka
Composer(s): Justin Nozuka

Lyric:
Painted a picture of how it's supposed to turn out, turn out
Down in a cold, dirty well and I cannot climb out, climb out
Can't see no light, can't hear no bells
They walk right over me, can't hear my yells

They state me missing and search all over the town
Oh, look left and then right
But they'll never look down, don't look down

Dig me my grave
I won't be saved
No, I won't be saved
So dig me my grave

Helpless, hopeless, cold and lonely
Only you can save me now
Trembling and shivering
Scared, I want this all to end
If only you could hear me now

My mind is spinning around and around and around
Hey, yeah, I'm on my way down, on my way d-d-down
Louder I yell, the deeper I sink
Closer to hell, far from my instincts

Oh, helpless, hopeless, cold and lonely
Only you can save me now
Trembling and shivering
Scared, I want this all to end
If only you could hear me n-n-now now

I'm on my way down
I'm on the way down
I'm on the way down
I'm on my way down

And I will never feel that beat again
Oh no, no and I will never see the light
And I will never hear those bells ringing, no

Helpless, hopeless, cold and lonely
Only you can save me now
Trembling and shivering
Scared, I want this all to end
If only you could hear me n-n-now now

Hey, I'm on my way d-d-down
My way d-d-down, hey my way down
My way down, my way down
My way down, my way down

Dig me my grave
I won't be saved
I won't be saved
So dig me my grave

Down in a cold, dirty well and I cannot climb out

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