Man Turned Inside Out - Lyrics - Total Devo - Devo

Title: Man Turned Inside Out
Album: Total Devo
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Allen Mothersbaugh

Lyric:
If you ever had a clue
You never acted like you knew
When you took away the reasons
And you chopped my heart in two

Once you start to doubt
When you don't know what it's about
It's time to read the warning signs
Of a man turned inside out

For a guy needs a good reason
Something to prod him on
When you chopped me up like liver
It all started going wrong

So, I bought a fiberglass helmet
Some goggles to match, I'm a human bullet
Baby and you haven't seen the last of a man
Turned inside out, I'm a man turned inside out

So, I got myself a position
And I'm working my way up
Took a three way lucky number
Now, I'm heading for the top

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Woman Like A Man - Lyrics - Woman Like a Man - Damien Rice

Title: Woman Like A Man
Album: Woman Like a Man
Artist: Damien Rice
Composer(s): Damien George Rice

Lyric:
I need a piss
Wanna hate
Fuck it up
Come

My love
Eat your meat
Keep your teeth
Run

You lost me
You cost me
You thought me of me, yeah

We're bad
What we do
Stupid fools

You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself

You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out

You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a, like a, like a

Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man

Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, like a man

I need a hit
Want to wait
Suck it up
Cum

My love
Eat your meat
Itchy feet
Run

You reach me
You bleach me
You teach me of me, how familiar

We're bad
What we do
Stupid fools

You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself

You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out

You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a woman, like a

Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man

Like a man, like a woman like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Like a woman like a man, like a man

You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself

You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out

You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a woman, like a, like a man

Treat you like a man
Like a man, man, man, man, man
Like a man, man, man, man
Treat you like a man, man, man, man, man, man
Like a man

Woman like a man, like a man
Treat you like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man

Woman like a man, treat you like a man
Treat you like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man, like a man, oh

Woman like a man, like a man
Treat you like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man

Woman like a man, treat you like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man

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Woman Like A Man (Live Unplugged) - (From Cannonball ) - Lyrics - B-Sides [EP] - Damien Rice

Title: Woman Like A Man (Live Unplugged) - (From Cannonball )
Album: B-Sides [EP]
Artist: Damien Rice
Composer(s): Damien George Rice

Lyric:
I need a piss
Wanna hate
Fuck it up
Come

My love
Eat your meat
Keep your teeth
Run

You lost me
You cost me
You thought me of me, yeah

We're bad
What we do
Stupid fools

You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself

You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out

You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a, like a, like a

Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man

Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, like a man

I need a hit
Want to wait
Suck it up
Cum

My love
Eat your meat
Itchy feet
Run

You reach me
You bleach me
You teach me of me, how familiar

We're bad
What we do
Stupid fools

You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself

You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out

You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a woman, like a

Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man

Like a man, like a woman like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Like a woman like a man, like a man

You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself

You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out

You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a woman, like a, like a man

Treat you like a man
Like a man, man, man, man, man
Like a man, man, man, man
Treat you like a man, man, man, man, man, man
Like a man

Woman like a man, like a man
Treat you like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, treat you like a man

Woman like a man, treat you like a man
Treat you like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man, like a man, oh

Woman like a man, like a man
Treat you like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man

Woman like a man, treat you like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, woman like a man
Woman like a man, like a man

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Z - Dope Man - Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Dope Man
Album: Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Darrell Branch, Kenneth A Ifill, Ernesto David Jr Shaw

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Lyric:
Millennium flow
Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse
(This is bullshit y'all)
In New York city for the first day in the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
The effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide

Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice
Or witness to me killin' the track
Testify 'til me spillin' the smack
Now they got me for traffickin', racketeerin', audio crack

They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto spokes man

A broke man, approachin' the bench with intent
To bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man
Evidence stemmin' from ninety six
They say the world ain't recovered from his fix
While they was usin' cut I was on some other shit
Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it
Nowadays, the jury got they brow raised
Listenin' to testimony about my foul ways
Exhibit A "Reasonable Doubt"
They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out

You can feel the tension building here
As an unprecedented number of people have turned out
For what may be the "Trial of the Century"

They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto spokes man

How come, you label your brand of dope
"Volume 1" and spread it through the slums?
Fed it to the young with total disregard
Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge
And how could you, turn right around
And release a lethal dosage called "Volume 2"?
And is true you operate the criminal enterprise
Known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise?

And do you deny you're responsible for the demise
Of record execs and do you object your distribution's Polygram?
And through your connects Def Jam
You pushed over five million SoundScan
And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen
Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons
And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc
That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link

The State is seeking the maximum penalty
And with the overwhelming amount of evidence
The D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good

They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto spokes man

Despite the grim outlook at this point
The rapper has been known to emerge triumphant
In the face of adversity

They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
(Jay-Z is taking the stand)
Ghetto spokes man

Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air
Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear
A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors

Keep us spiralin', goin' backwards
At age nine, saw my first hate crime
Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line
Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine
Climbed over it at a early age, Jay shined
Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine
Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine
The soul of Mumia in this modern day time

While the jury is inside deliberating
Outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation

They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto spokes man

Well the verdict isjust been announced not guilty!
It is complete pandemonium out here!
(They call me Dope Man, Dope Man)
People are cheering and hugging there he is
(I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man)
Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now
(Ghetto spokes man)
There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him
And people are just rushing up to him
Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z!

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Jasmine - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: Jasmine
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): Carl Thomas, Deric Micheal Angelettie, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick, Taj Mahal, Carlos Daronde Broady, Robert Ross

Lyric:
Yo, had me in the LQ, yo, shit was mad bumpin'
Rappers on the mic was like settin' off somethin'
Now parties like this yo God
I like lougin' observin' everything inside my surrounding

Jasmine dancin' wit' this nondescript sucka
Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her
Nigga get the urge and can't control his hand
Get a body bag cause mauh he's a dead man

She was coolin' sportin' my table
When the dance was done she like walked back to money's table
I sat there like shit I can't believe this
I wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitch

Sittin' there boo legs wide open
Laughin' gigglin' smilin' and jokin' wit' homes
Like they use to hang out real, real tough
He musta had a strong rap 'cause Jasmine looked gassed up
Sittin' there played the role of a slouch

Just watchin' to see how Jasmine played herself out
They sat there just talkin' to each other
I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit' him
Wit' out girl's night ain't this some shit

If she don't recognize the game they can kiss this shit
They introduced they selves one at a time
Saw 'em say how you doin' so Jasmine say, "Fine"
I was laughin' but there was more in store

I saw her get up and start walkin' towards the front door
I rolls too God and walked right behind 'em
So where ever they go it won't be hard to find 'em
I keep a guard you now I thought I better
Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather

Open doors vale was on the ready
At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me
We're off two cars speedin' deep in the night
I'm doin' 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike
For Jasmine

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

Word up ain't nothin' changed but the weather
Still chasin' them suckas in the '86 Jetta
Thinkin' different thoughts still not understandin'
How 7 people got in that fuckin' Volkswagen

Enough of that God yo back to the chase
Yo, man you should have seen the ruckus look on my face
Slowin' down cruisin' on the cool out mode
Then parked in front of his house on Gun hill road

Man I started to get out grabbed the rope and try to hang her
Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her
They went inside man but I kept goin'
Parked across the street wit' out them even knowin'

Got out the car still schemin' the house
Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse
If the neighbors looked out the window
They would surely get leery and scream like, "Bahando"

Police they would hold my fate
But they didn't so I creped up the fire escape
I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room
Which appear to be two bodies dancin' to a slow song nigga

I got closer decided I should check it
I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin' buck naked
So I got the gat so I have no interference
When I make my grand appearance for Jasmine

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

I seen a red dot tryna lock on me
I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on me
I admit they had the drop on me
Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees

So I could see who bust me, who knocked me out
Who tried to choak, who tied the rope, who left me this bitch ass note
I'm disgusted the murder she wrote
Money she soaked all of my coke all of dope up in smoke

Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me
But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me
Got your GS4 and your Bentley rose took all of your clothes
And 99 bottles of Mo's

What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose
And if I get close I'll blow her 'cause I got the controls
At the toll on the phone wit' this bitch Nicole
Said she left you in some hotel out in the road

Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni
On the 12th floor in front of her door was one guy
On some Brandon Lee shit he wasn't handin' me shit
Understand me he flipped bust the 9 and he split

Had my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rock
How did he drop he ain't the nigga I just shot
Whas goin' on all of a sudden it was nothin' no jokin' son
Jasmine holdin' the smokin' gun

By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest
As I fell I'm not thinkin' of death
Still fallin' to a place wit' more conscience though
Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat

So I got up all shot up grabbed the Prada
Faggots probably towed my truck you know how my luck
Hoped in bleedin' to death turned left
Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
For Jasmine

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

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It'S Out Of My Hands - Lyrics - David Kersh

Title: It'S Out Of My Hands
Artist: David Kersh
Composer(s): Terry Burns, Randi Michaels

Lyric:
There was no moon that night
But the light in your eyes
Pulled at my heart and turned the tide
I was carried away, now all I do is pray
That someday you'll stay right by my side

But it's out of my hands, I have no control
Of where love will lead us on this winding road
But if I had my way, I'd be your man
I'd give all I have and all I can
So I'm letting go 'cause inside, I know
It's out of my hands

In the past I'd hold on, thinkin' I was so strong
Only to find I was so wrong
There ain't a thing I can do
To make you feel this way too
But somehow my heart will carry on

'Cause it's out of my hands, I have no control
Of where love will lead us on this winding road
But if I had my way, I'd be your man
I'd give all I have and all I can
So I'm letting go 'cause inside I know
It's out of my hands

Maybe this mystery will never be clear to me

It's out of my hands, I have no control
Of where love will lead us on this winding road
But if I had my way, I'd be your man
I'd give all I have and all I can
So I'm letting go 'cause inside I know
It's out of my hands
So I'm letting go 'cause inside I know
It's out of my hands

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Hear Me Out - Lyrics - What Will the Neighbours Say - Girls Aloud

Title: Hear Me Out
Album: What Will the Neighbours Say
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Timothy Martin Powell, Kimberly Walsh, Cheryl Tweedy, Nadine Coyle, Sarah Harding, Nicola Roberts, Miranda Eleanor D Cooper, Lisa Cowling, Brian Thomas Higgins

Lyric:
I was drowning in the rain
Gettin' lost beneath the downpour
Tried to shield a dyin' flame, oh
Nearly lost what I had come for

But somewhere in my heart
A little gold was workin' its way out
And made a star
To guide me on my way, yeah

Somewhere deep inside
I remembered what it's all about
I took my time
But now I think, I'll have my say, now

Hear me out
I've done my runnin' believe me
Without a doubt
I'll no longer take the blame

Hear me out
My heart is broken and bleedin'
But it's beatin'
No other man I love is gonna leave me in the rain, yeah

I know
(I was lost but now I'm found)
As the rain pours down the window
(And I've turned my life around)
I'm no longer here in limbo
No more drama, smeared mascara on my pillow
(When my life came tumbling down)

Now I can see which way I'm goin'
Follow my heart that's what they say
Never too small can't stop me growin'
Takin' the world on day by day

Follow the way the wind is blowin'
Free to explore and find my way
I'll take all the stuff that life is throwin'
This is the chance to have my say, yeah

Hear me out
I've done my runnin' believe me
Without a doubt
I'll no longer take the blame

Hear me out
My heart is broken and bleedin'
But it's beatin'
No other man I love is gonna leave me in the rain

Hear me out,
I've done my runnin' believe me
Without a doubt
I'll no longer take the blame

Hear me out
My heart is broken and bleedin'
But it's beatin'
No other man I love is gonna leave me in the rain

I know
(I was lost but now I'm found)
As the rain pours down the window
(And I've turned my life around)
I'm no longer here in limbo
No more drama, smeared mascara on my pillow
I know

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P Is Still Free - Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Title: P Is Still Free
Album: Return Of The Boom Bap
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Chris Martin, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Ah yeah, all ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight
Just a little somethin' for the Jeep
Turn my voice up a little bit, let's get this started
Comin' to you live and direct from the 1986 version, comin' up to 1993
Of course, Premier on the beat, now check it out

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Ridin' one day in a '92 Beamer
After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer
But look what she did, she went and had a kid, no dad
And just released her ass out the rehab

You think she'd act like she don't know
She's still a hoe but I'm checkin' my man for the show
Hi, DJ KRS
She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up

She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that"
And went and got some other girl schemin' for crack
In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about
I hit the accelerator and I was out

I never check my man but I knew the plan
Come to the jam MC's in there be thinkin' they Superman
Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze
Crazy girls and wall to wall MC's

I'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy Feast
I'm thinkin' of rhymes but I'm interrupted by Denise
She said, "Kris, I really need a favor, honey
My girlfriend here really needs some quick money"

I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly
But I ain't stupid, she had that look in her eye
I touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack?
Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son"

I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "Three months"
I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts
So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party
Except for the MC's, I knew everybody

She tried to let off a shot, one more time
But got stomped so bad, she turned to whine
No one could find Denise for several weeks
You know the time on this '93 beat

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

I knew a group that had a dope lead singer
Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly
After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy
But of course, a million girls are in the lobby

He saw a group of girls hangin' out and lookin' good
So he took one to his room because he knew he could
Inside the room he said, "Make love to me and never stop"
She said, "Sure, but how's about a crack rock?"

I knew my man down the hall had it all
So he called, down the hall but homeboy wasn't there at all
He turned to the girl and said, "My man ain't there"
So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there

Oral sex in effect or rather deep throat
But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat
As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke
She took his wallet and said, "You ain't broke"

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Yes, Premier you know you rule hip-hop
An' yes, Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop
An' yes, Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop
An' but KRS-One'll rock it non-stop

When I'm in Brooklyn, we rulin' hip-hop
When I'm in Jersey, we runnin' hip-hop
Over in Brazil yes, we rulin' hip-hop
Over in Germany, we rulin' hip-hop

But in New York, we rulin' y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye
In New York, we rulin' y'all tonight
We come to rock you whether you black or you white
'Cause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the style

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah
I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions
Boogie Down Productions

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Head Over Heels (Remix) - Lyrics - Allure

Title: Head Over Heels (Remix)
Artist: Allure
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Sean Moltke, Nasir Jones, Mariah Carey

Lyric:
Yeah, The Firm
Track Masters, Escobar, Allure
Keep it raw

Hey yo, The Bridge, keep rockin'
We comin' through, bottles poppin'
Allure, when your album droppin'
The place is packed

Many faces, there's some I know
And some know me from buying cases
Cash stacks, shorties peepin'
Is she Puerto Rican or half black

Puff, puff give, I need to live
Please pass that so I can zone
Maybe shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world, lemme drive you home, let's go

By the way, the name's Esco
The platinum range make your man know
We wet those, if he front I got the tech close
To you much respect goes for going through
Had to put it on you, Allure you
You gotta leave, I'll call you, it's been real

Boy, I can't understand it
See I never really felt like I do
When I'm around you, baby
And I just can't explain it
But I'm feeling so high
And I just can't deny it's on you

Tell me you want my love
Baby, please don't deny
What you're feelin' inside
Say you've been thinkin' of
Holdin' me, touchin' me, feelin' my every need

Head over heels, it seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for ya head over heels

Baby, baby I'm longin'
Just to have you to myself
I don't want nobody else, no
Baby, my body's calling
Won't you come, get my love
Because I really need you so much

Tell me you want my love
Baby, please don't deny
What you're feelin' inside
Say you've been thinkin' of
Holdin' me, touchin' me, feelin' my every need

So much in common, I know you like the way I act
You been around real cats, all your life, since way back
You still got it 'cuz you was turned out once
Guess you learned, ain't no future with them burnt out stunts

Left the hood to get your own thing, we're home team
Pushing through, watch ya chrome gleam
Yeah aight, you probably heard that my pipe gained tight
Rocking V V S stones

Powder blue whips with egg headlights
Center weed gettin' all in your weave, I put out the trees
And crack the moon roof only for you to breathe
You get a extra set of keys, I tell the world while I'm out on tour
Keep your hands off my girl's Allure

Baby, can't you see
How you make me feel
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

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Head Over Heels - Lyrics - Allure

Title: Head Over Heels
Artist: Allure
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Sean Moltke, Nasir Jones, Mariah Carey

Lyric:
Yeah, The Firm
Track Masters, Escobar, Allure
Keep it raw

Hey yo, The Bridge, keep rockin'
We comin' through, bottles poppin'
Allure, when your album droppin'
The place is packed

Many faces, there's some I know
And some know me from buying cases
Cash stacks, shorties peepin'
Is she Puerto Rican or half black

Puff, puff give, I need to live
Please pass that so I can zone
Maybe shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world, lemme drive you home, let's go

By the way, the name's Esco
The platinum range make your man know
We wet those, if he front I got the tech close
To you much respect goes for going through
Had to put it on you, Allure you
You gotta leave, I'll call you, it's been real

Boy, I can't understand it
See I never really felt like I do
When I'm around you, baby
And I just can't explain it
But I'm feeling so high
And I just can't deny it's on you

Tell me you want my love
Baby, please don't deny
What you're feelin' inside
Say you've been thinkin' of
Holdin' me, touchin' me, feelin' my every need

Head over heels, it seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for ya head over heels

Baby, baby I'm longin'
Just to have you to myself
I don't want nobody else, no
Baby, my body's calling
Won't you come, get my love
Because I really need you so much

Tell me you want my love
Baby, please don't deny
What you're feelin' inside
Say you've been thinkin' of
Holdin' me, touchin' me, feelin' my every need

So much in common, I know you like the way I act
You been around real cats, all your life, since way back
You still got it 'cuz you was turned out once
Guess you learned, ain't no future with them burnt out stunts

Left the hood to get your own thing, we're home team
Pushing through, watch ya chrome gleam
Yeah aight, you probably heard that my pipe gained tight
Rocking V V S stones

Powder blue whips with egg headlights
Center weed gettin' all in your weave, I put out the trees
And crack the moon roof only for you to breathe
You get a extra set of keys, I tell the world while I'm out on tour
Keep your hands off my girl's Allure

Baby, can't you see
How you make me feel
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

It seems so real
I feel like I'm falling in love
I'm lost inside of my desire
Oh baby, can't you see
I'm falling for you head over heels

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Use The Man - Lyrics - Capitol Punishment - Megadeth

Title: Use The Man
Album: Capitol Punishment
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): Dave Mustaine, Marti Friedman

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Lyric:
I heard somebody fixed today
There was no last goodbyes to say
His will to live ran out
I heard somebody turned to dust

Looking back at what he left
A list of plans and photographs
Songs that never will be sung
These are the things he won't get done
The things he won't get done

I've seen the man use the needle
Seen the needle use the man
I've seen them crawl from the cradle
To the gutter on their hands
The fight a war but it's fatal
It's so hard to understand
I've seen the man use the needle
Seen the needle use the man

Just one shot to say goodbye
One last taste to mourn and cry
Cry, cry
Scores and shoots, the lights go dim
Just one shot to do him in

He hangs his head and wonders why
Why the monkey only lies
Lies, lies
But pay the pauper, he did choose
He hung his head inside the noose
He hung his head inside the noose

I've seen the man use the needle
Seen the needle use that man
I've seen them crawl from the cradle
To the coffin on their hands
They fight a war but it's fatal
It's so hard to understand
I've seen the man use the needle
Seen the needle in his hand
Cryptic writing on the wall
The beginning of the end
I've seen myself use the needle
Seen the needle in my hand

I've seen the man use the needle
Seen the needle use that man
I've seen them crawl from the cradle
To the coffin on their hands
They fight a war but it's fatal
It's so hard to understand
I've seen myself use the needle
Seen the needle in my hand

In my hand
In my hand
In my hand

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Murder, Tonight, In The Trailer Park - Lyrics - Black Eyed Man - Cowboy Junkies

Title: Murder, Tonight, In The Trailer Park
Album: Black Eyed Man
Artist: Cowboy Junkies
Composer(s): Michael Edward Timmins

Lyric:
Murder tonight in the trailer park
Mrs. Annabelle Evans found
With her throat cut after dark
Her pockets turned inside out
Her dresser drawers turned upside down
Anna's neighbor Peg, identifies the body
Lets out a hollow kind of sound

Homicide is tying yellow ribbons
Around her silver AirStream
Red cherries slashing up the night
Cutting through that cordoned crime scene

There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight

Murder tonight in the trailer park
Pack your things, Ann Marie
We're heading west
We're going to make a fresh start
I've been saving pennies
Been looking forward to this day
No time for questions are you coming
Or are you going to stay?

Crosstown at the Waterton
George Evans is sitting tall and tight
Buying drinks for all the regulars
Bragging about how them bones
Danced for him tonight

There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight

Murder tonight in the trailer park
Faceless man counting crumpled bills
Hotel neon fights the dark
TV set in the corner, they're talking murder
On the late-night news
He turns down the sound
Waits for the sports
He only wants to know
Did I win or did I lose?

There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight
Murder in the trailer park
There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight, yeah yeah

There's been a murder
In the trailer park
Murder yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight, tonight

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Confessions Of A Broken Down Man - Lyrics - Waterdeep

Title: Confessions Of A Broken Down Man
Artist: Waterdeep
Composer(s): Don Chaffer

Lyric:
These are the confessions of a broken down man

She said she needed a father
So I faked fatherhood and drew her in
I don't know if it was intended
Maybe something broke inside of me
A long long time ago
And it never has been mended

But one night on my bed
She told me something
That she never told nobody
But I just laid there cold as a stone and stared

These are the confessions of a broken down man

I had a baby by my first wife
She was wanting one and I gave in
I swear I loved her and our home
But a man has got to work to live
And sometimes he can find himself
Out on the road alone

And when I came back home
She's holding, baby
But I can't remember for the life of me
What is his name?

These are the confessions of a broken down man

I give up, I give in
I can't do this anymore
I've been turned out by my family
I have heard them slam the door

Like a wounded man out on a hill in the wind
Saying Father, forgive me
Father, forgive me, Father, forgive me
For I have sinned

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Dirty Nursery Rhymes - Lyrics - As Nasty As They Wanna Be - 2 Live Crew

Title: Dirty Nursery Rhymes
Album: As Nasty As They Wanna Be
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won, Luther Campbell, David Hobbs

Lyric:
You ain't got no shit for me, fool

My mama and your mama was talkin' a little shit
My mama called your mama a bulldaggin' ass bitch
I know your sister, and the bitch ain't shit
She slayed me and all the boys, and even sucked our dick

Jack and Jill, went up the hill to have a little fun
Jack got mad, kicked Jill, in the ass 'cause she couldn't make him cum
Mama bear and papa bear went for a walk through the forest
Mama bear asked papa bear, could he eat her porridge

Papa bear said, "Shit bitch, you must think I'm sick
Just get down here on your knees and suck this bad ass dick"
Abraham Lincoln was a good old man
He hopped out the window with his dick in his hand
Said, "Excuse me lady, I'm doin' my duty
So pull down your pants and give me some booty"

There's an old lady who lives in a shoe
Got a house full of kids don't know what to do
She sucked and fucked all the niggas around
When it's time to pay rent couldn't none be found

Little miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet
With her legs gapped open wide
Up came a spider looked up inside her
And said, "That pussy's wide"

Little Jack Horner, sat in a corner
Fucking this cutie pie
Stuck in his thumb, made the bitch cum
Said, "Hell, of a nigga am I"

Humpty Dumpty, fell off the wall
'Cause a hoe on the Ave. was sucking his balls
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put that fat motherfucker back together again

Hey wait, I got one, did this, I got one, check this out
The two dudes, dig this, the two dudes
Two dudes dressed like nuns, right

Little Red Riding Hood, was on her way
To grandmother's house
But before she got there she met this man
That turned her hot ass out

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
The dog's on my ass and gettin' near
The hair came loose and fell in a lake
Bitch, check the weave that's in that lake

Bitch, get that weave out
You dirty bitch, get that weave out
Mix say, bitch, get that weave out

Hey, you ruined my record, man, I just bought it

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Fuck Friendz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Fuck Friendz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young, Quincy Delight Jones Iii

Lyric:
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde)

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink
Check out my, diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(Where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcorestarin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
Everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends

Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot
For pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the fuck song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' guns in the air!)
Friends, (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends, (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let's be)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends

Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

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Without Hope - Lyrics - Prong

Title: Without Hope
Artist: Prong
Composer(s): Ted Parsons, Paul Raven, Tommy Victor

Lyric:
I just know it's all gone wrong
Feeling all the pressure, can't weather the storm
'Cause I kept myself in a cage
All wound up and filled with rage

I just know it's all gone wrong
Feeling all the pressure, can't weather the storm
'Cause I kept myself in a cage
All wound up and filled with rage

Forgive oneself of nothing at all
Pounding my head against the wall
Guilt ridden and bound to lose
Puncture my wounds, won't see the truth

I looked in the mirror, what did I see?
One man bitter with apathy
The whole thing turned out to be a joke
But I'm not laughing, I'm without hope
I'm without hope

It's never well thought out, just my instant demise
Haste and hatred, my inner desire
It's all so bitter, the hurt inside
Haste and hatred, my inner desire

Ruptured, I've lost it all
My heart ripped out, I can't stand at all
'Cause I've cost my brain to never relax
Picking at all the torturous facts
I just know it's all gone wrong
Feeling all the pressure, can't weather the storm

It's never well thought out, just my instant demise
Haste and hatred, my inner desire
It's all so bitter, the hurt inside
Haste and hatred, my inner desire

My inner desire
It's my inner desire

It's never well thought out, just my instant demise
Haste and hatred, my inner desire
It's all so bitter, the hurt inside
Haste and hatred, my inner desire

It's my inner desire

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Sick Of Man - Lyrics - 13 Ways To Bleed On Stage - Cold

Title: Sick Of Man
Album: 13 Ways To Bleed On Stage
Artist: Cold
Composer(s): Kelly Hayes, Jr., Ronald Ward, Samuel Mc Candless, Terry Balsamo, Jeremy D. Marshall

Lyric:
Gave all the vampires back to God that day
No one got raped here but the pain's still inside
I'll never love you but I've got words to say
No one betrayed here but the memories lie

I said,"Don't go away" Turned off the lights
And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared
I said,"Don't go away" Turned off the lights
And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared

You stole my passion, burned out everything
They're all the same here, locked up change deep inside
I'll never love you but I've got words to say
You killed the feeling but the pain's still alive

I said,"Don't go away" Turned off the lights
And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared
I said,"Don't go away" Turned off the lights
And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared

You kept your, you kept your, you kept your
Feelings hidden like a psycho
Burned it all down
Take me with you

Won't you let me go?
Won't you let me go?
Won't you let me go?
Won't you let me go?
Won't you let me go?

I said,"Don't go away" Turned off the lights
And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared
I said,"Don't go away" Turned off the lights
And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared

When you're so sick
When you're so sick
When you're so sick
When you're so sick

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Taxi - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Taxi
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
It was raining hard in 'Frisco
I needed one more fare to make my night
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down
She got in at the lights

"Oh, where you going to, my lady blue?"
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain
She just looked out the window, she said
"Sixteen Park side Lane"

Something about her was familiar
I could swear I'd seen her face before
But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken"
Then she didn't say anything more

It took a while but she looked in the mirror
Then she glanced at the license for my name
A smile seemed to come to her slowly
It was a sad smile, just the same

And she said, "How are you, Harry?"
I said, "How are you, Sue?
Through the too many miles and the too little smiles
I still remember you"

It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car
We learned about love in the back of a Dodge
The lesson hadn't gone too far

You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
I took off to find the sky

Oh, I've got something inside me
To drive a princess blind
There's a wild man, wizard
He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind

Oh, I've got something inside me
But it's not what my life's about
'Cause I've been letting my outside tide me
Over till my time runs out

Baby's so high that she's skying
Yes she's flying, afraid to fall
I'll tell you why baby's crying
She's dying, aren't we all?

There was not much more for us to talk about
Whatever we had once was gone
So I turned my cab into the driveway
Past the gates and the fine trimmed lawns

And she said, "We must get together"
But I knew it'd never be arranged
Then she handed me twenty dollars for a two-fifty fare
She said, "Harry, keep the change"

Well another man might have been angry
And another man might have been hurt
But another man never would have let her go
I stashed the bill

And she walked away in silence
It's strange how you never know
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for
Such a long, long time ago

You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off for the sky

Here, she's acting happy
And here, she's acting happy
Inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flying in my taxi
Taking tips, getting stoned

I go flying so high when I'm stoned

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Marvel - Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

Title: Marvel
Album: Ironman
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis David Coles, Robert F. R) Diggs

Lyric:
Yeah, word
These bitches be buggin' God
Reason why ain't got nuttin' to do with nuttin'
Yeah, check it out y'all one two
We back up in this joint, what?
Check the fly shit, yeah
Don't black out on me

Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
Mentally stripped 'em one God turned Christian
She know magic, soakin' wet pussy on the mattress
Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
She been fuckin' since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline

She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
Most niggaz, would light the Lord over this broad
Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
Little kids daydream of humpin' wildflower
Hanna Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no Rivera

Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearin'
Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin' beats
Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
The heat is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform

Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now present, de event of the decade
Long braids and fades, bald heads, spangle waves
Extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung

Never bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
Deep inside your core
The explosion stops the menstruation
'Causes stomach inflation
Patiently waitin' nine months for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb

It's a black hole for those who lose control
Fertile soil before you are wise
And spoiled many men and took many lives
And all you brothers changed sides
Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside

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