All You Zombies - Lyrics - Hooters

Title: All You Zombies
Artist: Hooters
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Rob Hyman

Lyric:
Holy Moses met the Pharaoh
Yeah, he tried to set him straight
Looked him in the eye, let my people go

Holy Moses on a mountain
High above the golden calf
Went to get the Ten Commandments
Yeah, he's just gonna break them in half

All you zombies hide your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin' in high places
The pieces gonna fall on you

No one ever spoke to Noah
They all laughed at him instead
Working on his ark, working all by himself

Only Noah saw it coming
Forty days and forty nights
Took his sons and daughters with him
Yeah, they were the Israelites

All you zombies hide your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin' in high places
The rain's gonna fall on you

Holy Father, what's the matter
Where have all your children gone
Sitting in the dark, living all by themselves
You don't have to hide anymore

All you zombies show your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin' in high places
The pieces gonna fall on you

All you zombies show your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin' in high places
It's all gonna fall on you

Zombies

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Porch Swing In Tupelo - Lyrics - Peachtree Road - Elton John

Title: Porch Swing In Tupelo
Album: Peachtree Road
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
There's a porch swing in Tupelo in the shade of the south
Where the sweet honey drips off that old hush-yo'-mouth
It's a slow road on down that old Natchez Trace
Through Alabama cotton fields to a state of grace

It's a crisp golden Autumn on the Tennessee line
Rolling down to Mississippi like you headed back in time
Town's closed on Sunday, everybody's in church
It's empty as the moon this place here on earth

And this place don't change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo

His mama must have loved him, that truck drivin' boy
With the grease monkey look and the rock 'n roll voice
Well, I was just thinkin' 'bout him 'cause I guess he sat here
Singing all praise to God through poverty's tears

And this place don't change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo

And this place don't change, some places move slow
I'm just rocking myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do 'cept hang in the breeze
Ghosts of the old south are all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, swing low
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo

And this place don't change, some places move slow
I'm rocking' myself on this porch swing in Tupelo
I got nothing to do but hang in the breeze
The ghosts of the old south all around me
Yeah, swing high, yeah, swing low
On this porch swing in Tupelo

Here on this porch swing in Tupelo
Here on this porch swing in Tupelo

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Goin' Places - Lyrics - Jackson 5

Title: Goin' Places
Artist: Jackson 5
Composer(s): Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble

Lyric:
I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I want to go to a different land
I try my best to understand
The different traditions
And customs that people have

The world is bigger than this ole town
I wanna get my feet up off the ground
I've saved up my money
I'm leavin' here today

'Cause I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I want to get a first class seat
Climbin' so high, upto forty thousand feet
It don't take long
To get where I wanna go

I'm gonna have myself a ball
This ole world I wanna see it all
I got my clothes packed
I'm leavin' right away

'Cause I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin', goin', goin'
Goin', goin', goin', goin', goin'

The world is bigger than this ole town
I wanna get my feet up off the ground
I've saved up my money
I'm leavin' right away

'Cause I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin', goin', goin'
Goin', goin', goin', goin', goin'

Goin', goin', goin', goin'
Goin', goin', goin', goin'

Feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

I like the feelin' I get
When I'm ridin' in a jet
Say I'm goin' places

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This Life I Lead - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: This Life I Lead
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kotari Cox, Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
This motherfucking life I lead
Shit
A hell of motherfucking road blocks and crooked cops
We still ride though
What side? West side

I want money in large amounts my garage full of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major ways 'cause every dollar counts
Bustas is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth till I fill up with my pump

They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you billy bad ass nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years we was high school peers in junior high
I was itchin' to kill and you was ready to die

While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
Leaving no trace they see my face and then they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried

Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'm a ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd and muthafuckas die
It's not the way I wanna live my nigga it's how it is
Homie got into a fight last night they killed his kids

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die in this life I lead

I ain't a killer but don't push me dog
For that family I'll send that ass straight to God
And in this life I lead I've seen the most of my 23 years
My vision is blurry the money is clear

Some of my peers eternally will sleep in a coffin
And when noble on the road I'm extremely cautious
It happened that fast split second you're gone
At the top of my tombstone put 'Noble is raw'

Outlaw till I'm under the floor for Kadafi the prince
I stack dough like a clock on the bricks
With a watch on my wrist dog
I know the time these days we outlaws
We gonna die this way

We already in the history books
Pac made sure of that whateva you took we taking it back
You know it's all for the foundation
Outlaws we still building the thug nation holla at your homie

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die in this life I lead

It ain't but nothing air between us oxygen is gettin' hot
Got a problem mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks
Now [Incomprehensible] on the phone and the nigga talking crazy
I don't know who to blame him or [Incomprehensible] for killing babies

I'm a New Jers Devil the street created rebel
Only got one shot to produce on every level
This is Maximus go to the max I must
Nigga I came from not much so money I clutch u huh

Napoleon the strength of strong arm
With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on
I'm a hardcore product of the ghetto
Been blessed fo' sho to eat from out the ghetto

I maneuver in the right lane quick to push back lanes
Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands
And I'm plotting on the fortune, it's gettin' hot and scorching
I'm thinking like a scorpion that torturing an enemy

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die in this life I lead

Now with this outlaw lifestyle that I've been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer
Steady seducing us and I'm all for it
It's the life for me and the law can't spoil it

So you can call it what the fuck you want
But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn off pump
My mamma ain't raise no punk
And even dead Pac so when I jump off I breathe for yak

Been puttin' in work so I walk with a bop
And it safe at home so I sleep with a glock
Thug living ugh what the fuck would be better
I do my dirt with the family so we dying together

We on a mission for mo'
Gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain't fucking with you lawyers
Crossing niggas up out there dough

Trying to live Godzilla
Edi went from a bad boy to a anybody killer
Look out wanted man guns in hand
Stand firm nuts are my pride now let's burn

Bound and profound going down swinging
Holding my ground we the last ones breathing
No stopping till we eating deep in the trenches
So many killings it's senseless

So in this life I lead I stay protected my God
My squad and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustling motherfuckers
Get your money sing along

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die

In this life I lead fiend for currency get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother fuckers till we die in this life I lead

This motherfucking life I lead nigga
You know what time it is
West Side, death row
Dogg pound
Everybody killer, bad boy killer, killer
Anybody killer
Fuck all y'all niggas
If it ain't West Side nigga it ain't Pac
That's on my momma

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In High Places - Lyrics - Mike Oldfield

Title: In High Places
Artist: Mike Oldfield
Composer(s): J Anderson, Mike Oldfield

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Lyric:
Look down from in high places
Lift off the ground
Without a sound, yeah

We move through open spaces
The wind, it pulls
The sky gets close, yeah

Could we get much higher?
Could we get much lighter?
Navigator to heaven

Check out, did you check your heart?
This cloudless blue
This starlight night, yeah

Shoot out into the shining
That devil moon
(That devil moon)
He sings of love, yeah

Can we get much higher?
Can we get much lighter?
Navigator to heaven

The stars, so close we touch them
They seem so small
They make me wonder

Far out in formation
Five thousand moons
Floating balloons

Couldn't get much higher
Couldn't get much lighter
Navigator to heaven

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Darkness Between The Fireflies - Lyrics - Mason Jennings - Mason Jennings

Title: Darkness Between The Fireflies
Album: Mason Jennings
Artist: Mason Jennings
Composer(s): Mason Jennings

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Lyric:
I woke up before you in the total darkness
Early morning I could hear the wind in the trees
I was looking for the light to bring you out
From the shadows, redefine you now for only me

And honey, I'm sure that you've been in love before
Plenty of men have held high places in your eyes
And jealousy has got no use for me
The past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies

I was driving faster through the Appalachians
I could see the world go out below me in the sun
You should know by now that someone's always been there
Long before you, you're never going to be the only one

Honey, I'm sure that you've been in love before
Plenty of men have held high places in your eyes
But jealousy has got no use for me
The past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies
Beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies

Honey, I'm sure that you've been in love before
Plenty of men have held high places in your eyes
But jealousy has got no use for me
The past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies
Beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies

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International Gangstas - Lyrics - Magic

Title: International Gangstas
Artist: Magic
Composer(s): Awood Magic Johnson, Cornell Perkins

Lyric:
Hot spitter, yeah, where you at Shaggy?
These niggas must don't know, you know I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah, they fucking with international playas baby
We do this shit, you know I'm saying? Be careful nigga
Don't get fucked over 'round here, you heard me

I got niggas in a lot of different places
So, don't you ever try and test me
Well connected and well respected
And believe me, shit'll get messy

I got niggas in a lot of different places
So, don't you ever try and test me
Well connected and well respected
And believe me, shit'll get messy

You know who it is when I roll up, Lam with the do's up
Niggas handcuffing they bitches, putting they hoes up
I give a fuck, you niggas know who it is man
Hit your wife so much, I know my way around your crib man

You run up on me, you gon' make me split your wig, man
Homeless people gon' find your body under a bridge, man
Currency the hot spitter, young dude, plenty figgas
Roll around with plenty killas so you better fall back

'Cause if I point you out, niggas gon' rub you out
So keep running your mouth, homie you gon' get clapped
See the kid behind the new Bentley, annoyed grill
Big rims spinning look like cheering doing cartwheels

Rich boys be the team and we all real
We do what we wanna, we don't give a fuck how y'all feel
Bring the drama to these fake and lil' niggas
Still living in they mama's basement, like Big Tigger nigga

I got niggas in a lot of different places
So, don't you ever try and test me
Well connected and well respected
And believe me, shit'll get messy

I got niggas in a lot of different places
So, don't you ever try and test me
Well connected and well respected
And believe me, shit'll get messy

Look when I come, I come locked and loaded
Unleash the seventeen, in every piece I'm toting
And that's for certain, see we guerrillas down here
We don't ask for nothing, nigga we take what we want

We strong armers, don't get played like a punk
You want something, either you do or you don't
You swelling up, but you don't really want war
You done had a black eye, you ever had a black jaw

I'm a monster nigga, been doing this since a kid
Started off shooting puppies and ended up splitting wigs
Better ask somebody, about me
I got something for them niggas, that's saying, they doubt me

I'll send you running home to your pa, the nigga that made you
You can tell him 'bout me, the nigga that played you
International playa, connected in high places
I murk niggas and that's how I beat the cases

I got niggas in a lot of different places
So, don't you ever try and test me
Well connected and well respected
And believe me, shit'll get messy

I got niggas in a lot of different places
So, don't you ever try and test me
Well connected and well respected
And believe me, shit'll get messy

These niggas mad now, because we the shit now
And nan nigga can stop us, they can't stop us
These niggas mad now, because we be the shit now
And nan nigga can stop us, no they can't stop us

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Krazy - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Krazy
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Jamarr Antonio Stamps

Lyric:
Roll me a cigarette dog
They got me feelin' crazier than a motha fucka
I got bad ass in this motha fucka

Puffin' on lye, hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh, yeah, it feels krazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Last year was hard, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall
Learn the right from wrong

They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless
Check it, you don't have to bump this but please respect it

I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin' blinded
Hennessey got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'
Rollin' in my drop top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?

Sittin' in my car watch the stars and smoke
I came along way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry, I'm a watch for snakes
They'll set you that a lover but it's hard today

I got the letter that she sent me
And I cried for weeks
This one came out when I tried to speak
All I heard was

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

One, two, three, four
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill.
Lookin' for a better way
My brothas and sistas, it's time to bail
'Cuz even thug niggas pray

Hopin' God hear me
I entered the game, look how much I change
I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face

When I gave her the keys to her own house
This your land, your only son done became a man
Watchin' time fly, I love my people do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly

June 1 6 7 1
The day mama pushed me out her womb, told me "Nigga get paid"
No one can understand me, the black sheep.
Outcasted from my family
Now packin' heat, I run the streets a young runaway
Live for the day when ya die I could hear ya say

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

God, help me out here, 'cuz I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
'Cuz now it's like a strong prescription drug
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted

Something about the paper wit' the pictures of the presidents head
Damn it's like a motha fuckin' plague, it spreads, it's epidemic
Forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cuz it's cursed

Makin' money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die

Bottom line, peers didn't make it to the years to come
Dear life doin' right or dear life leavin' dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced but they can't even tell ya

Or tell me there'll be light at the end of the road
'Cuz they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail or be doin' time

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
They got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy

Feelin' fucked up in this bitch
Smoke half a ounce to the head
Drop the top, Indo. Hawaiian, Lansbread, Buddha
All that shit, I'm fucked up in this motha fucka

And Hennessey don't help and Hennessey don't help
Thug passion in this motha fucka
Makaveli the don puttin' it down to the fullest
Maximum overload, thee day theory

Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge shoty
Doublized slugs, no love, straight thugs
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
One time for my niggas doin' life in hell
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
One time for my niggas doin' life in hell

One time for my niggas on Death Row
For my niggas on Death Row
One time for my niggas livin' broke
One time for my niggas livin' broke

One time for my niggas in the jail cell
Wonder if it get me high, yeah

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Thugz Mansion (Nas Acoustic) - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Thugz Mansion (Nas Acoustic)
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Claudio Cueni, Johnny Jackson, Johnny Lee Johnson, Larry D Loftin, Nasir Jones, Tupac Shakur, Michael E. Herring

Lyric:
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us

Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no Heaven for a thug nigga, that's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G at thug mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and would a tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my mommas eyes

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived

Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Ain't no place I'd rather be, chillin' with homies and family
Sky high iced out paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be, only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise in the sky

Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good
For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain
Why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?

I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of home boys
That remains, 'cause all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go

How can I be peaceful? I'm comin' from the bottom
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape
The deadly places slingin' drugs, in thug's mansion

Ain't no place I'd rather be, chillin' with homies and family
Sky high iced out paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be, only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise in the sky

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin' peppermint schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke

Then some lady named Billie holiday
Sang sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, till the day came
Little latasha sho' grown tell the lady in the liquor store
That she's forgiven, so come home

Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When miles Davis Cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in Heaven, found peace at last

Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Ain't no place I'd rather be, chillin' with homies and family
Sky high iced out paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be, only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise in the sky

Ain't no place I'd rather be, chillin' with homies and family
Sky high iced out paradise in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be, only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise in the sky

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Dog Eat Dog - Lyrics - Stakes Is High - De La Soul

Title: Dog Eat Dog
Album: Stakes Is High
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason

Lyric:
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

Extra, extra, what's that all about?
I'm wishin' the position of my lovin's sorted out
I shed a tear 'cause I'm hearin' nothin' new or particular
Status once parallel, now it's perpendicular

An' everything is just as clear as day
Realistically explicit in the things you say
I guess a bitch in the batter's gonna make the flavor fatter
But you gots to keep it for real

Forget about your jewels an' gems
You won't be needin' none of them
The tool'll fix the era, my mellow used to wear a
Name buckle, now he chuckle 'cause he earn a dime quicker
Talkin' 'bout a burnin', sippin' on some malt liquor

An' all these kiddies wishin' they were supa emcees
But to earn my 'S', I had to learn some less
About a crime'll make million, a dime'll make a call
I'd rather hop on the line an' drop a rhyme to Prince Paul

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

Hey kid, what's the word? Man, it's all about mind
Keepin' focused on them self-mechanisms of rhyme
So no longer stand erect 'cause your thoughts are drained
Walkin' round manifestin' attributes of shame

Used to squabble for the mic but now accordingly
We act unless a club can't afford the fee
We act, so name that any best man to put us under
Created from the ground yet know nothin' 'bout the under

Take a glimpse at them pimps playin' record exec
Addin' up all your O's, so is to cut you a check
Sayin', ?Why the blunder? Wonder could've G'd today?
So you can put up some swings for your seed to play

But a swing ain't that important
When the park's around the corner
Filled with life, causin' death
Greetin' victims for the mornin'
It was the moment I feared, nah, the moment I steered
Upon the right path to know the right math to over stand

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places

It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time
No doubt an' I'm out, no doubt

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Outside - Lyrics - Ladies And Gentlemen CD2 - For The Feet - George Michael

Title: Outside
Album: Ladies And Gentlemen CD2 - For The Feet
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): George Michael

Lyric:
I think I'm done with the sofa
I think I'm done with the hall
I think I'm done with the kitchen table, baby

Let's go outside in the sunshine
I know you want to, but you can't say yes
Let's go outside in the moonshine
Take me to the places that I love best

So my angel she says, "Don't you worry
'Bout the things they're sayin', yeah
Got no friends in high places
And the game that you gave away
Wasn't worth playing"

Let's go outside in the sunshine
I know you want to but you can't say yes
Let's go outside in the meantime
Take me to the places that I love best

And yes, I've been bad
Doctor, won't you do with me what you can?
You see, I think about it all the time
Twenty-four seven

You say you want it, you got it
I've never really said it before
There's nothin' here but flesh and bone
There's nothin' more, nothin' more
There's nothin' more

Back to nature
Just human nature
Gettin' on back to

I think I'm done with the sofa
I think I'm done with the hall
I think I'm done with the kitchen table, baby

Let's go outside in the sunshine
I know you want to but you can't say yes
Let's go outside in the moonshine
Take me to the places that I love best

And yes, I've been bad
Doctor, won't you do with me what you can?
You see I think about it all the time
I'd service the community
But I already have, you see
I never really said it before

There's nothing here but flesh and bone
There's nothing more, nothing more
There's nothing more, let's go outside
Dancing on the d train, baby

When the moon is high
And the grass is jumpin'
Come on, just keep on funkin'
Keep on funkin', just keep on funkin'

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Friends In Low Places - Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

Title: Friends In Low Places
Artist: Mark Chesnutt
Composer(s): Bud Lee, Dewayne Blackwell

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Lyric:
Blame it all on my roots I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to show, the last one to know
I was the last one you thought you'd see there

I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted, you said, "Honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain"

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases
My blues away and I'll be okay

I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
'Cause, I've got friends in low places

I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong
But then I've been here before
Everything is all right, I'll just say goodnight
And show myself to the door

Hey, I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Give me an hour and then
I'll be as high as that ivory tower
That you're livin' in

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases
My blues away and I'll be okay

I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
'Cause, I've got friends in low places
Hey, I've got friends in low places

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Eagle - Lyrics - The Album - Abba

Title: Eagle
Album: The Album
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Benny Goran Br Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Lyric:
They came flying from far away, now I'm under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell
They've seen places beyond my land and they've found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand

And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings

Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

As all good friends we talk all night, and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything
There's no limit to what I feel, we climb higher and higher
Am I dreaming or is it all real?

Is it true I'm an eagle?
Is it true I can spread my wings?

Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
(I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings

Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
(I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas

Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
(I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

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Eagle - Lyrics - Rob Rock

Title: Eagle
Artist: Rob Rock
Composer(s): Benny Goran Br Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Lyric:
They came flying from far away
Now I'm under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell

They've seen places beyond my land
And they found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand

And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings

Flyin' high, high, like a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

I saw good friends we talked all night
And we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything

There's no limit to what I feel
We climb higher and higher
Am I dreaming or is this all real?

And I dream I'm an eagle
Is it true, I can spread my wings?

Flyin' high, high, like a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

Is it true, I'm an eagle?
Is it true, I can spread my wings?

Flyin' high, high, like a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas

High, high, like a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

Wanna fly like an eagle
Fly, fly
I dream, I'm an eagle
Flyin', fly

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Better To Reign In Hell - Lyrics - Damnation And A Day - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Better To Reign In Hell
Album: Damnation And A Day
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Dani Davey, Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin F Powell, Gianpiero Piras, D Pybus

Lyric:
Better to reign in hell

Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain
In a dark lowland that set bad blood in veins
Burning, like penal fires roused to strain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses

The golden dawn
Lay lost to mist where
Emboldened thorns
Made their bed with toppled stones

He closed his eyes
Sunken to dream there of crow-black skies
And a great white empty throne
Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions

He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry
And drifted back to when his stung its target
The sneer of Michael on a glorious high
Of angel dust and virtue by his side

Better to reign in hell

Drowning in the past
That downfall seemed like yesterday
Though blurred moons passed
As enemies in high places laughed

Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines
He rose snow blind, through shifting sands of time
Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines
The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine

She came to him
A little whip of tantrums
Thrashed on velvet skins
That lines her wishbone henge

Her name was sin, a warming spurt of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues that whispered sweet revenge
For the shame of their crawl from grace
Cold and hollow as the grave

And for a rape and ruinous scourge
Spared for souls that shared God's worship
For now their throats coated notes with dirge
That poured from parapets to the pits below

Better to reign in hell

Drowning in the past
A wretched scream like yesterday
Died at last with the rising of the revenant dark
All sharpened claws and blunt discharge

I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord
Tearing at my carcass heart
I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes
Of virtue slipping into bondage masks
Freewill made me better to reign in hell

And with new wings unfurled and spoken
He took to things that would desecrate the world
The seduction of both woman and man
For a bastard master plan

Better to reign in hell

Drowning out the past
Fool fates unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the stars
That staggered from the blast

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Feel So High - Lyrics - I Ain't Movin' - Des'Ree

Title: Feel So High
Album: I Ain't Movin'
Artist: Des'Ree
Composer(s): Michael Graves, Des'Ree Weekes

Lyric:
Show me your company, come and tell me who you'll be
I'll try and take things easy, I'll be loose, I'll be carefree
I'm living for tomorrow not today, gotta make my plans so in case
I'll be prepared when I see you smiling

'Cause I feel so high away, I'm reaching out for your sky
I've boundless energies, I feel I could run a million miles
I'm riding on the wheel of fortune, taking me to places far and free
I feel so high when I approach your sky

When I touch your sky, I, I want my joy to be discreet
Can't seem to hide the feeling that you knock me from my seat
When I'm talking with my friends, you're the subject every time
I know I bore them but they do it to me sometimes

'Cause I feel so high away, I'm reaching out for your sky
I've boundless energies, I feel I could run a million miles
I'm riding on the wheel of fortune, taking me to places far and free
I feel so high when I approach your sky

I've seen you exposed, your thoughts are nude
Come on, take off your pride baby, you should wash your attittude
I'm sitting here watching you baby, trying to pretend you're cool and calm
Come on now, you can tell me baby, did the gypsy read your palm?

Show me your company, come and tell me who you'll be
I'll try and take things easy, I'll be loose, I'll be carefree
I'm living for tomorrow not today, gotta make my plans so in case
I'll be prepared when I see you smiling

'Cause I feel so high away, I'm reaching out for your sky
I've boundless energies, I feel I could run a million miles
I'm riding on the wheel of fortune, taking me to places far and free
I feel so high when I approach your sky

I feel so high, when I'm touching your sky baby
I feel so high
I feel so high, when I'm touching your sky baby
I feel so high yeah, yeah
I feel so high, when I'm touching your sky baby
I feel so high
I feel so high, when I'm touching your sky baby
I feel so high yeah, yeah

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Let'S Get Lifted - Lyrics - Get Lifted - John Legend

Title: Let'S Get Lifted
Album: Get Lifted
Artist: John Legend
Composer(s): John Stephens, R Shobin, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
I've got something new for you
When it gets you wont know what to do
Relax let me move you
Dont resist its in the air
Just one taste will take you there
Let it flow right through you

I know your getting tired of the same old thing
And I'm gonna break the rules gonna change the game
You'll be screaming my name
And I'm gonna take you places that you've never seen
You couldn't picture this in your wildest dreams
Don't fear 'cause you're here with me

Let's get lifted
(Lifted)
Ohh I'm gonna get you high
Im really gonna blow your mind
We'll get lifted
(Lifted)
Your gonna feel it in your soul
And baby you will lose control
We'll get lifted
(High)

And once you take a hit of this
You won't ever wanna quit
You'll be so addicted
Then I'll have you spinning round and round
Crazy making freaky sounds
You won't want to come down

And then I'll have you seeing things and hallucinating
Even walking funny 'cause your legs are shaking
All night we'll be blazin'
I'll take you for a walk to the other side
We can get high and enjoy the ride
Hold tight and we'll be alright

We'll get lifted
(Lifted)
Ohh I'm gonna get you high
I'm really gonna blow your mind
We'll get lifted high
(Lifted)
Your gonna feel it in your soul
And baby you will lose control
We'll get lifted high

So come and go show me
(So much I wanna show you I'll take you there high)
Yeah I'll take you there come on let me take you there
I will show you
(So much I wanna show you I'll take you high, high)
Yeah I'll take you there come on let me take you there
I will show you
(So much I wanna show you I'll take you high, high)
Yeah I'll take you there come on let me take you there
(So much I wanna show you I'll take you high, high)

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Pimpin' All Over The World - Lyrics - Funeral - Ludacris

Title: Pimpin' All Over The World
Album: Funeral
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Christopher Bridges, Donnie Scantz

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Lyric:
Oh yeah

The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world

Sing it hoes
(The world, the world, the world)

All over the world baby
It's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll
'Cause I been places you'd never imagine
But I'm gonna start at home when I see a girl I like
I walk straight up to her and I'm like
(Hey)

?Unh, hey girl how ya doin?
You are the woman that I'm really pursuin'
And I would like to get to know you
Can you give me your name?
And if you jot down your number you'll get mine in exchange?
(Hey)

?See I'm the man in this town
And I hope you wouldn't mind if I showed you around
So when you go to certain places you'll be thinkin' of me
We got people to meet and many places to see?
(Hey)

?Mmm, I'm really diggin' your lips
But be careful where you walkin' when you swingin' them hips
I'm kinda concerned you'll be causin' a crash?
With your traffic jam booty heads pausin' so fast?
(Hey)

I wouldn't trade you for the world I swear it
I like your hair in every style that you wear it
And how the colors coordinate with your clothes
From your manicured nails to your pedicured toes?
(Hey)
(Whoo, oh yeah)

The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world

You hear the song, so dance
Don't always think I'm tryin' to get in your pants
'Cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D
I'm takin' you places you only see on TV
(Hey)

Tryin' to show you how you livin' is trite
How many guys you know can
Bring the Travel Channel to life?
One day we on the autobahn swervin', drivin'
Next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands
(Hey)

If you wit me ain't no time to sleep
'Specially at Wet Willy's on Miami beach but
I'll drop you off and pay you no attention
If I make to Atlanta's Bronner Brothers convention
(Hey)

Then, jump in the car and just ride for hours
Makin' sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard's
Hawaii to D.C., there's plenty women to see
So if your ass don't show up it's more women for me
Hey
(Oh yeah)

The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world

I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade
Then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by the dozens at the Jazzfest
Then Mardi Gras, all the women
Tryin' to show me their chest
Hey

I'm in Jamaica spendin' massive bucks
While the ladies all beggin' me to mash it up
I had sad beginnings when I rapped with no fans
Now it's all happy endings on my lap in Japan
(Hey)

I used to think that it was way too cold
'Til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes
Now I hit the Caribana every year in Toronto
Then fly to Illinois and get a taste of Chicago
(Hey)

Unh, oh yet and still
You wouldn't believe your eyes if you went to Brazil
(But where the best at?)
Ain't no need in even askin' bro
The best women all reside in Africa and that's real
(Hey)
(Whoo, oh yeah)

The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world

Sing it hoes
(The world, the world, the world)
(Hey)

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin'
Ladies and gentlemen, as we ride out
Could we have all the real pimps please
Put both your pinky fingers high in the air?

Now ladies, look around with me
Let's see if we can't
Weed some of these niggas out
'Cause it ain't no way that
All these niggas could be pimpin'

Now if happen to see a nigga
With two sweat patches up under his arm
Look like he been swimmin' in shoulder height water
Please, tell that nigga, ?Put yo hands down?

If you smell like you been at work all day
And Drakkar, please put your hands down
Now look up at the pinky fingers
That are still in the air

If you see 'em ashy around the knuckles
Like the nigga washed half his hands
And lotioned three quarters of his body
Please say, ?Put yo hands down?

If you're spinning rims spin counter clockwise
You are not pimpin'
If you are dancin' on the dance floor
And you look to your left, and your right
And there is not a woman in sight
Guess what? You guessed it, you are not pimpin'

If your vodka and cranberry is really, really dark
Like blood, that's because you didn't order vodka buddy
And that's why it's three dollars a glass
Oh, put your hands down

Now look down, look down now I need
I need everybody, just to pull up your pant's leg one time
Ok, you see the nigga with the white socks?
Not pimpin'!
Sorry, unless you're part of the Beat It entourage

If your shoes have a buckle on ?em
Not pimpin'

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Hit It Til The Mornin - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Hit It Til The Mornin
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Dennis Round, Robert S. Kelly, Darnell Smith, Anthony Round, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
Ladies, it's your boyfriend
I hope y'all like to do it
Like I like to do it

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Whatchu know about the Mobster Elites
Crucial Conflict and dem Do or Die flows?
Whatchu know about Kellz & Twist
Two multi-platinum artists steppin' out the suicide doors?

I ain't claimin' the crown or the throne
But I know I'm Chi-town to the bone
Come and have a round of Patron
And get down to the song while I tell you
'Bout the ground, I be on Chicago

Tell a girl about K-town and the projects
Downtown and all these places
Caught her starin' at the ice in my ear
She almost fainted when she saw these glaciers

Feel the words when I spit 'em in the mic
First I gotta get up with the mob in the light
Rollin' 40 deep to the club and I'm like
Gotta see who I'm 'bout to fuck tonight

The party so live and I'm 'bout to set it off for the 0 5
It's all good but I got the 4 5
And I found me get down ass hoe for ride
And she got a fat ol' ass that'll brighten up the room
Come, let a West Side Nigga slide this dick off in yo womb

Put the dial on her booty make her lively
Most likely, she think I'ma make her wifey
Got her hooked like Nike, she wanna bite me
When I come up in the room in a White-Tee

Presidential Suite, wit some drank
And some kush about to get 'em on
After dis one night, I'ma be the one you call
When you wanna get a hit until the early mon, pimp on

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Hoppin' out the fancy cars that money can buy
Chick on my side, step off up in the club, 708 reppin' the Chi
I'm at the bar talkin' to this chic sippin' on that magic potion
Tryna get her to let me dive off in that ass like it's an ocean

Rub her down with some
Heated lotion and now, got honey soakin'
She's ready for the pipe, fuckin' wit her emotions

Wanna show you what a true playa's like
You would swear you was in paradise
Wanna turn that ass over and ride
Good-bye to them other guys

Girl, if you ride out wit me, I promise you won't regret it
I shoot hoop and so you know this boy is real athletic
You want me to go down on you, baby, don't even sweat it
Just pass the Remy to me and watch me get real nasty
R is gonna give it to you how you like it, I'll be bumpin' on dat

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Yo Kellz, take another sip, den another trip buy another fifth
(Now, another bad bitch want me)
Grab another clip, hit it like the trip, represent the pimps
(Still a lot of platinum on me)

Sit back, relax and watch her ride on me
Get up in the morning do the same to her homie
Chuuch right here, muthafucka can't clone me
Louis Vitton, Gucci and Prada

Hit it from the back and make her girlfriend holla
Pimperish but he walk like a schola
Stack the paper like the almighty dolla
I'ma make it do, what it do you dig?

Well, it gotta be hoes, gotta be dog, gotta be dro, gotta be well
Gotta be club, gotta be shy, gotta be long, gotta be dance
I was out West at the circle when I met this woman, she was
Dark skinned, had a shape like a model so I know she ain't frontin'

Put that ass in the back of the jeep and I know she's comin'
Says Belo when her toes curl up when I know she's cummin'
They supposed to be cummin'
I can give you what you want like some dick for days

Belo, be a nimfo girl and I can kiss you
Where you wanna, sex you 3-4 ways
Like ya lips, cheeks, arms, back, middle place
But I gotta stay true 'cuz I'm a realist so I gets paid
Do or Die and Kell

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

Till the sun comes up, yo, can I hit it till the mornin
I'll be sexin' you up until the sun goes down
We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad

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