Four Letter Word - Lyrics - X - Def Leppard

Title: Four Letter Word
Album: X
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Vivian Campbell, Philip Collen, Richard Savage, Richard Allen, Joe Elliott

Lyric:
Ain't just your kiss, K I S S that I miss
Ain't just the way that you squeeze me tight
If there's a wish at the top of my list
Uh, is that you be there every day and every night

I found a new four letter word
The sweetest sound that I ever heard
I found a new four letter word
Lust can kinda be nice
But it ain't L O V E, indeed
All right

Oh when the rush that I'm dreamin' of's not enough
You touch and I can't control myself
You put the glide back into my stride
Oh yeah, you move me like a nobody else

I found a new four letter word
The sweetest sound that I ever heard
I found a new four letter word
Lust can kinda be nice
But it ain't L O V E, oh yeah
Let me spell it out, c'mon

You're all I'm looking for
You ain't the girl next door
You're really so much more
You put me to shame
And then you walk right in
You know I can't explain
You do that lovin' thing
All over again

Live life just like a wild ride
More like a landslide
Take me away

New four letter word
The sweetest sound that I ever heard
I found a new four letter word
The sweetest sound that I ever heard
New four letter word
And baby, the sweetest sound that I ever heard
New four letter word
Hey, lust can kinda be nice
But it ain't L O V E

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I Found A Letter - Lyrics - Allison Moorer

Title: I Found A Letter
Artist: Allison Moorer
Composer(s): Doyle Primm, A Moorer

Lyric:
I found a letter that you wrote me, it said I was your one and only
And you would never ever leave my loving arms
But the truth is all that matters, your pretty words no longer flatter
'Cause I know they didn't come from your heart

I found your guitar in the closet, I remember when you bought it
And how you serenaded me under the stars
Now there's no one here to play it, you changed your tune, I hate to say it
But the songs didn't come from your heart

In your heart, I believed I'd found the love of my dreams
I hoped my search was through
But now all I'm finding are memories that remind me
What a fool I was to think it was true

I found your ring still on my finger, it's been there
Since we saw the preacher and swore to him
In front of God, death do us part
It's just a fourteen-carat trinket but like my promise, I will keep it
Even though it didn't come from your heart

I found a letter that you wrote me

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Your Letter - Lyrics - Room 112 - 112

Title: Your Letter
Album: Room 112
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Diane Warren

Lyric:
I saw a letter lying on the floor
I couldn't help but look inside
I thought it was something that you must have left
Left there for me to find

All your words were on that page
For all my dreams came true that day
I found your letter, your letter

It said, you loved me but you didn't know the words to say
It said, you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said, you only wish someday that I would feel the same
In your letter, your letter, oh

I guess it just never occurred to me
That you would feel the way I did
You kept the sweetest secret from my heart
You kept those feelings in

No, you never showed a sign
Or gave a clue to what I'd find inside
Your letter, your letter

It said, you loved me but you didn't know the words to say
It said, you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said, you only wish someday that I would feel the same
In your letter, your letter

I was so happy that I almost cried
To think that you would think of me that way
It's like it took my sweetest dream
And made that dream come true
I would be with you always

I saw a name I didn't recognize
I felt the tears come to my eyes
Seeing that the love that you've been longing for
Was another love, not mine

No, you never showed a sign
But it was right there in the lines
Inside your letter, your letter, oh

It said, you loved him but you didn't know the words to say
It said, you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said, you only wish someday that he would feel the same
In your letter, your letter

I saw a letter lying on the floor
Oh, yeah, your letter
I'm sorry

[Incomprehensible]
Come again

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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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Letter To The President - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Letter To The President
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Katari Cox, Quincy Iii Jones, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge, Tyrus Himes

Lyric:
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time
When you got elected ain't nothin' changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came true

Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'

Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely

Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go

Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
'Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
And young soul bros, ready to rode a starship

Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better

But you keep, tellin' us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals

And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair

I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
'Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these 223s'll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly?
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'

How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

Day after day, and night after night battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin'
'Til then we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President
And I meant every word in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin' life fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle 'til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace

But we can't find peace
'Til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?

Sayin' you cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm fightin' for?

Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year
Taxin', all the blacks and police beatin' me in the streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

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I Shouldn'T Have Done It - Lyrics - Slick Rick

Title: I Shouldn'T Have Done It
Artist: Slick Rick
Composer(s): Ricky M. L. Walters, Vance Andre Wright

Lyric:
Well I'ma tell you a story and I come out bluntly
Want a ugly child, hey nobody would want me
I used to walk around and get upset and up setter
'Til I figured out ways to make myself look better

As I got older, my awareness expanded
I met this beautiful girl and my wish was commanded
Didn't hang with fellas, 'cause they started gettin' shady
I'd always be wit my girl and y'all could call her my lady

I loved her a lot, word up, not going to front see
The problem did arise is why on earth did she want me?
Couldn't figure it out and to make things worst
I was cursed, with the torment of not being the first

And the first was this fly guy, made me very jealous
Always think she'd cheat on me and talk to other fellas
Two wrongs don't make a right, but any we would fight
I would kindly pick up the phone and call a girl out of spite
I shouldn't have done it, man

I'm feelin' sad and blue
I'm feelin' sad and blue

I wanted to make this right, so direct I was admirin'
I tried to stop my love, but no love was not retirin'
To catch her in a lie was near impossible and tricky
Didn't want her in certain clothes, gettin' really picky

We got into it again, this time she got too bright
So me preventin' a fight, I just stayed out for the night
I had to ease up off the pressure, all this heartache pain so
I went up to the Parrot, with Omega, Vance, and Dane

This girl came over, she was trucked down excessive
Started talkin' to me and she was poppin' quite aggressive
(Hi)
A pretty young thing, she didn't strike me as no ho
So weak minded Rick, the Ruler went on with the flow

My joint was gettin' hard, word, without me even knowin'
We stepped back to my van and I could feel it's for her growin'
The girl took off her coat her body was no joke
Well, a rub or two, unzip it, and I went for broke
I shouldn't have done it

I'm feelin' sad and blue
I'm feelin' sad and blue
I'm feelin' sad and blue
I'm feelin' sad and blue

Now I've sinned and there's no one to blame
That night when I went home, I felt real guilty and ashamed
Snuck right into bed, I felt just like a shady fella
What made me so self-centered, how am I ever gonna tell her?

I shouldn't have cheated, just because we'd always doubt
Endurance, be a man, that's what I had to learn about
Now me, I guess I'm like there's one or two secrets that I hid
I figure, I'd patch things up and then I'll tell her what I did

Then after that, she started actin' heaven sent
I found the house spotless and said she help out with the rent
So, I bought the ring, it was a good 20 Karat
Then word got back about me chillin' at the Parrot

So when I got home, I thought she'd just be out to roast
Instead I found this letter, and I found her overdosed
It said I do for you but I guess you didn't care
All this went and happened 'cause of me and my affair
I shouldn't have done it man

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I Move Chickens - Lyrics - Back to the Traphouse - Gucci Mane

Title: I Move Chickens
Album: Back to the Traphouse
Artist: Gucci Mane
Composer(s): Radric Davis, Chadwick Simon, Sirroan Thompson

Lyric:
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

Rap about Gucci, stay strapped with a Uzi
Murder one platinum eatin' justice by Tuesday
It's Gucci Mane, excuse, dawg I'm makin' my music
For facin' me a nigga fight about what a toothpick

I did 6 months incident with a pool stick
They found a nigga guilty still say I didn't do shit
Major league, minor league was independent
I moved on shawty, Gucci handled his business

And I ain't goin' back to jail, God is my witness
I'm grinnin' so hard it look like it's a picnic
So icey entertainment in Atlantic
I'm trapped in Spanish for slayin' them dragons, nigga

I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

I'm chef boy Ardee and I'm cookin' a QB
I'm whippin' up the gravy, the feins say that it's tasty
I'm up 980 soldier strapped like the navy
It's fuck you, pay me bitch what you done lately

I grow up crazy boy 1980
A true trapy baby bitch this okay, maybe
The streets raised me, I drove my kinfolks crazy
Rather buy purp then pleasure
Gucci won't mean lazy, nigga

I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

From start to the finish Gucci Mane the apprentice
So every word letter I had lived every sentence
It's perfectly placed [Incomprehensible]
I'm trappin' and cursin' for rappin' the Chinese

Down south finest it's Gucci your hinus
Crazy color diamonds they got me shinin'
Bitch arms up climbin' up a cut like Tyson
I'm big cruz diamond but we got no license

Lanes talk senseless G's you silence
And you can use these dog but I use violence
I'm trappin' like a house over trap house cloudy
Your stone's cloudy so you're not ballin'

My down south swag got the fine hoes callin'
My swag so norm and my grill so gnawless
My down south swag got the fine hoes callin'
My swag so norm and my grill so gnawless, nigga

I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens, shawty
I move chickens
I move chickens
In the kitchen cookin' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty

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Rash Of Robberies - Lyrics - Year of the Crow - State Radio

Title: Rash Of Robberies
Album: Year of the Crow
Artist: State Radio
Composer(s): Charles Stokes Urmston

Lyric:
Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo
Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area, it's okay
In the city said, he cut a cord of wood
No bigger than a thimble but still plenty good, it's okay

'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies
On account of the worlds economy that's makin' us sick
Go get the man who said he's on to me
He thinks we're in the kitchen with our sticks

But he don't know that Paris is burnin' down
You'd never know it in this town
The governor's walkin' around
Like he's got tricks for you

Catch as Cassius never become the killin' machine
Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out, so devout
To the saint that lost his seat he never seen
Semi-automatic rosary out devout

'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies
In a world too sad for Solomon we just sit
I'll watch your economy
I'll tell you when the police have it fixed

See Paris is burnin' down
You'd never know it in this town
The governor's walkin' around
Like he's got tricks for you

So take a minute to laugh it over
We'll make sure it's all true
Just like she said
Behind the barn last December eve

Baby falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner
Coming home from the union hall, he saw the fall, it's okay
JP Sousa found a radio, a radio
Sousa found a place to go, a radio in his head that said

It's just a bump on a rash of robberies
An old sand lot anomaly that's savin' this day
In a world too sad for sodomy
We're just sitting in the kitchen with our stray

But Paris is burnin' down
The governors are walkin' around
We'll make sure
That they do right by you

So you think you might go to Beatrice
Even though the letter was never found
Maybe it will come tomorrow noon

She is askin' her fallen saint to
Please return her straitlaced fighter
Who don't know who she is
He don't know who she is

Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss?
Have you softly gone to winter?
Here I've brought you your 2 2 dollar bills back

But I'm not waitin' for sweet Eliza
She can have her watercolors back
I found them on last December eve

You look strangely quite so familiar
The way you talk of supper time
But I don't know who she is
Don't know who she is

And you, you bring this beloved stranger
At the foot of this pile on Gideon's bed
She gave me a needlepoint motorbike

So go and take this to sweet Eliza
It was written and gently given to
The courier pendin' arrival soon

Could you hold me just one more older?
Then I'll go as your fallen fighter
Waitin' at the door, can't see you anymore

Here my dear a sweet Nostrovia
In a letter sent to December
I will wait for you to just humble me home

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Never Call U Bitch Again - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Never Call U Bitch Again
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tyrese Gibson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Whassup Boo?
Swear I'll never call you bitch again
You ain't fuck with me, hehehe
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin' apologized)
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(I ain't mean to call you a bitch)
I'll never call you bitch again

Damn, gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent
I get to thinkin' bout this shit, we been through
We close like kin but you remain my friend too
This life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stay down for a nigga, so that's why I love you
Reminiscin' needin' tissues, fightin' over childish issues
Swear I can't live witchu but without you every day I miss you

When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-ich
You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin' witchu
Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I see, yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(And that's my word)

We came too far, to throw it all away baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey)

I wake up early in the mornin', at the crack of dawn
Nigga still tired so I'm yawnin', and now I'm gone
Tryin' to get my money on strong, so an early riser
Out befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time
Can't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me
Plus we been beefin' with the east coast, with casualites
Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me

My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin'
Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards goin'
You paid bail, got me out of jail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Cristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped
It's so frantic but don't panic 'cause we crossed the top
I found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me

We came too far, to throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away

You're my nigga, my best friend
Never gonna call you, a bitch again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh

Witness the evil men do, all this shit I been through
Never meant to hurt you, can we make this work, Boo?
I know you been feelin' pain, things are not the same
Waitin' to exhale while I'm sittin' in the county jail
Keep yo' head up, 'cause things are gettin' better
My cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter
Told 'em you would find a friend so keep yo' eyes peeled
Sorry if I cuss, but it's the sufferin' that I feel

Who can I trust and if I bust, will she snitch?
Even though you ain't the type to trip
Sorry if I called you bitch
You showed me the definition of feminine
The difference between a pack of bitches and black women
I see the boss for the third time, hope to see you soon
Pictures of us kissin' in the living room, in the nude
Thanks for bein' there, much more than a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me

We came too far, to throw it all away
We came way too far pretty baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)

We came too far, to throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away

Through all my ups and downs
You always stayed around, stayed around

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Black Letter Day - Lyrics - Emmerdale - Cardigans

Title: Black Letter Day
Album: Emmerdale
Artist: Cardigans
Composer(s): Peter Anders Svensson, Magnus Sveningsson

Lyric:
I did all that I should, well all that I could
But will I be clean?
I did all that I should, well all that I could
But it isn't me

All my strength is dead and gone

Slept as long as I could, as long as I should
To find comfort here
Slept as long as I could, as long as I should
But I still have fear

All my strength is dead and gone

Black letter day
All the fun has gone away
Black letter day
All the joy has gone away
Black letter day
All my strength has gone away
Black letter day

I drank all that I could, much more than I should
In a simple despair
I drank all that I could, much more than I should
To find someone there

All my strength is dead and gone

Black letter day
All the fun has gone away
Black letter day
All the joy has gone away
Black letter day
All my strength has gone away
Black letter day

Once upon a time there was a scientist with a nose made of silver
He found that there were far too hurtless days a year
That one could do without, he called them black letter days
And the rest is silence

Well, all my strength is dead and gone

Black letter day
All the fun has gone away
Black letter day
All the joy has gone away
Black letter day
All my strength has gone away
Black letter day

I hope Monday will be a better day

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Four Letter Word - Lyrics - Love Behind The Melody - Raheem Devaughn

Title: Four Letter Word
Album: Love Behind The Melody
Artist: Raheem Devaughn
Composer(s): Raheem Devaughn, C Dwight

Lyric:
I taste sweet melodies
Every time I kiss you
I yearn and toss and turn
Every time I find myself missin' you

And rain-falls don't sound as wet
Don't feel as wet when I ain't inside of you
Your skin is soft as silhouette
At the stroke of my finger tips

'Cause I hope you're not the prototype
But the makings of the real deal
See, it's been some time since this came around
So I recognize just what I feel, my old friend's back

It's that old four letter word that I feel when I touch you, yeah
(Lemme tell you what it is)
It's that old four letter word that I taste when I kiss you, yeah
It's that old four letter word that I recognize, so familiar, yeah
It's that old four letter word, love, love, love, love, love, love
(I got to spell it out, L O V E, love)

I feel sexy and confident
When I illuminate in your eyesight
I feel speechless and spellbound
So, what's the use of even tryin' to put up the fight

I let down all my guards
You persuaded me when you did the same
I?m throwin' in all my cards
I found a higher ground, a higher plane

See, it's been some time
I know where you been, I been waitin' on ya
But welcome back
I hope you?re here to stay, here today

I always hear about, sing about
Even write about ya, talk about ya
(There was a time I was sure I had)
Just know I had till ya slipped away
But not this time, no, no

It's that old four letter word that I feel when I touch you, yeah
(That feels so good inside)
It's that old four letter word that I taste when I kiss you, yeah
It's that old four letter word that I recognize, so familiar, yeah
It's that old four letter word, love, love, love, love, love, love
(L O V E, got to spell it out)

This time
This time
This time
...

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Carousels - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: Carousels
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Chris Kleinberg, Richard Mazzotta, Daniel Steven Pishcok, Aaron Weiss, Michael Weiss

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Lyric:
On a bus ride into town
I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"
And as I looked around
At the billboards and the stores

I thought, "Why do I look around?"
And I kissed the filthy ground
First dry spot I found
And I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down

Before long I was too cold
Took a bus back to the station
I found a letter left by a pay phone
With no return contact

And it read like a horn blown by some sad angel
"Bunny, it was me, it was me who let you down"
It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation

If I didn't have you as my guide
I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Counting the plates of cars from out-of-state
(How I could jump in their path as they hurry along)

You surround me
You're pretty but you're all I can see like a thick fog
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long

And Bonner fair always came through
The first week of September
But it's already the 19th
And there's no sign of it

Yet, I have a hard time
Remembering all the things that I should remember
And a hard time
Forgetting the all things that I am supposed to forget

Oh Christ, when You're ready to come back
And I think I'm ready for You to come back
But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are
That's okay too, it's really none of my business

If I didn't have You as my guide
I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me
There are places that aren't here

I had a well but all the water left
So I'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear

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From The End Of The World - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: From The End Of The World
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
Oh, you, you're so hard to get to
Oh, you, you don't wanna play
You were no better before I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you last night
From the end of the world

Oh, you, you keep me hangin' 'round and 'round and 'round, 'round
Oh, you, look at the trouble I've found
You were no better before, I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you last night
From the end of the world

I saw you last night but you couldn't answer
You were a lonely little sidewalk dancer
When I woke up, I could not stand it
You were gone but I got to hand it to you

Oh, oh yeah, yeah, I sent a dream to you last night
From the end of the world

Oh, please if this is a game I wish someone would win
Please just let it fly to me upon the wind
You were no better before
(Oh, oh)
I sent a letter before
(Yeah, yeah)
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world

You were no better before
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I sent a letter before
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world

I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world
I sent a dream to you baby
From the end of the world

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Letter Full Of Tears - Lyrics - Gladys Knight And The Pips

Title: Letter Full Of Tears
Artist: Gladys Knight And The Pips
Composer(s): Don Covay

Lyric:
Here comes the mailman walking up the street
And it looks like he has a letter today for me
Wait a minute let me look inside
No, it couldn't be from my guy

Because he, he brought me
I said, he, he brought me
A letter full of tears

I thought we had a love so strong
It would take a lifetime to break us apart
Oh yeah, but I found out today I was wrong
And my reward was a broken heart my my heart

Oh, here comes the teardrops
Welcome a welcome to my eyes
And I couldn't hold 'em back
No matter if I tried

You know it hurt me so inside
Won't you pardon me while I cry?

Because he brought me
I said, he brought me
A letter full of tears

Those aren't drip drop tears
Can't you see them falling
I thought we had a love so strong
But I found, I was wrong

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I'M Sorry - Lyrics - Happy Hour - King Missile

Title: I'M Sorry
Album: Happy Hour
Artist: King Missile
Composer(s): Roger Murdock, Dave Rick, John S. Hall, Chris Xefos

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Lyric:
No, I never was in Vietnam
I never once dove into an empty swimming pool
I never let the carpet walk right out from under me
I never painted a house or a tree

I never did become an exotic dancer
Or a customer service representative
I never took the pulse of a dying duck
Or gave mouth to mouth resuscitation to a horsefly

In a way I suppose you could say
My experience is quite limited, for example
I never locked Oliver Cromwell in a brrom closet
While singing Waltzing Matilda

I never sawed a television in half
Although I once saw Wendy O'Williams saw a guitar
I never played a decent game of jacks
I never played poker with a toothless one eyed pirate

Who kept picking his teeth with a bowie knife
To distract me while his parrot looked over my shoulder
And told him what cards I had by using an elaborate code
Involving vomiting, chirping and sea shanties

I never bought a lamp, wait I did buy a lamp once
But I never bought a lantern or a lambskin profolactic
I never bought Lima beans or lime pudding
I never bought a lion or a Lionel Richie album

I never bought anything beginning with the letter "L"
Except lollipops, light bulbs and lettuce, and the lamp
I never layed down for a nap
And found the Everly brothers in bed with me
I never let a cyborg take out the garbage

I'm sorry I stole the radio, I did it
I sawed the legs off the periodic table
I re-elected the President, I did it
It was my fault, I farted in the church
I'm sorry I did many many bad things
And I am so sorry

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I Do - Lyrics - No One's Really Beautiful - Jude

Title: I Do
Album: No One's Really Beautiful
Artist: Jude
Composer(s): Jude Christodal

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Lyric:
I got a letter today, an invitation
And the writing looked like you
Hello, how are you and by the way
Please RSVP I do

I thought of writing sad words of how it used to be
But I didn't want to bring you down, no
I guess the bells will ring pretty well there without me
Don't worry 'bout me baby, I'll wear the thorny crown
I will play the clown

If you think that I don't love you, you're just wrong
And that don't matter now anyway
I couldn't bear to see you up there with a white dress on
Here's my vow to you, I'll stay away

I remember when in a lover's whisper you said
No other man would ever share your bed
Well, we both know that's not been so
I wish, I'd never let you go now
You found a better man instead

And I wish you health and wealth and a white house on a hill
And I, I hope you raise a family
Little boy and a little girl, a little more joy in this little old world
Well, that'd be enough for me

If you think that I don't love you, you're just wrong
And that don't matter now anyway
I couldn't bear to see you up there with a white dress on
Here's my vow to you, I'll stay away

Time rolls on and dreams they die
And I've thrown out the pictures I had of you and I
But if you're ever wondering if love can be true
Well, think of me and remember baby, like I, like I do

Old friendships fade away, love falls apart
But you've not spent a single day outside my heart
And, there's just one more dream that I have left for you
I hope you're smiling when he turns around and says
"I do, I do"

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21 Questions - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: 21 Questions
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Jimmie L. Cameron, Vella M. Cameron, Curtis Jackson

Lyric:
New York City
You are now riding
With 50 Cent
You gotta love it

I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me

I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe

Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?

Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me? Girl

If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?

If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz
Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?

I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?

And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?

Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me? Girl

Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'?
Are you mad 'cause I'm askin' you 21 questions?
Are you my soul mate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing

Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm starin' at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how

If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said, it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?

We only humans girl we make mistakes
To make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile

Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?

Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me? Girl

Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us

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