Men'S Needs - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Men'S Needs
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
Have you noticed I've never been impressed
By your friends from New York and London?
I'll level accusations like the press
Til you realize that you've dressed yourself in tatters

Because the man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me

A man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs

I'm not bothered, what you say or how you dress
I'm a mess, so you've always seemed inviting
But really, this all seems quite meaningless
And I remember that you never seem to see

The fact that man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me

A girl's needs, girl's needs
Just don't agree, just don't agree
With man's needs

Have you noticed I've never been impressed
By your friends from New York and London?
But really this all seems quite meaningless
And I remember that you never seem to see

The excuse that man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me

You say your man's needs, man's needs
Are lots on me, I don't agree
A man's needs
Oh oh, oh oh

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Women'S Needs - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Women'S Needs
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
In the radius of a thousand miles
I find it strange no one makes me smile
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You should understand
You still have to try
When we're all the same
I was almost right
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And evening comes and I feel no different
Sorry, my friend I just can't do nothing
Evening comes and I feel no different
Sorry, my friend I just can't do nothing

In the radius of a thousand miles
You find it strange no one makes me smile
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You should understand
You still have to try
We're not all the same
I was almost right
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And see those guys
I guess they're quite clever
Get you on side
Women's needs, whatever

See those guys
They think they're so clever
Spot them on site
Women's needs, whatever

And evening comes
And I feel no better
It's closing time
Women's needs, whatever

Evening comes
And I feel no better
It's closing time
Women's needs, whatever

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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Moving Pictures - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Moving Pictures
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
You'll sleep tonight
Dream dreams where I would die
It's alright, it's alright

They did not come true
Although they will do, in time
It's alright, it's alright

Fakes, liars and stars of moving pictures
What's the difference? It's all, oh, oh
Like all the parts that I'm not into
But I see in you, oh, oh

Not real brown eyes look into mine
But I was so shy
It's alright

You'll sleep tonight
Dream dreams where I would die
It's alright, it's alright

Fakes, liars and stars of moving pictures
What's the difference? It's all, oh, oh
Like all the parts that I'm not into
But I see in you, oh, oh

Guarded thoughts, firing off
Parting shots, missing lots
Guarded thoughts, firing off
Parting shots, missing lots

Fakes, liars and stars of moving pictures
What's the difference? It's all, oh, oh
Like all the parts that I'm not into
But I see in you, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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Shoot The Poets - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Shoot The Poets
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
Cut off your nose to spite your friends
Breathing holes that will never end and
Speak all you want or just pretend

'Cos you think she is a different class
So, she sits all day by the looking glass, oh
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last

But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby, don't feel down
I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah

You sold your souls for magic beans
Don't believe all you read on computer screens and
These things they mean nothing to me

Ripton stain came off the track
You go there once and you don't come back, oh
Good, that's what I say

But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come down
To find yourself in a provincial town, now

But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand words
But baby, don't feel down
I left my heart in the privacy of town, yeah

But it's not what I've heard you know it
Cut your losses, shoot the poets
And one day you'll come down
Oh, to find yourself in a provincial town, yeah

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Major'S Titling Victory - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Major'S Titling Victory
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
This is me talking about you

I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no
I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no
And I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no
I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no

Because of M.T.
Because of M.T.V, oh no
Because I'm empty
Because of M.T.V, oh no, ah

I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no
I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no

Because of M.T.
Because of M.T.V, oh no
Because I'm empty
Because of M.T.V, oh no

Because of M.T.
Because of M.T.V, oh no
Because of M.T.
Because of M.T.V, oh no

I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no
I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no

Because of M.T.
Because of M.T.V, oh no
Because I'm empty
Because of M.T.V, oh no

Because of M.T.
Because of M.T.V, oh no
Because I'm empty
Because of M.T.V, oh no

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Ancient History - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Ancient History
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
With my cards on the table
She could see the light
My efforts went wasted due to falling night
And I know

By the end of the evening
I was in no doubt of all the things
That you could live without
Now, I know

I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me

They had nothing but ego's
But they multiply
All the reasons that I would try
That I know

To be making it harder to be seen but, oh
Is it too much to ask for to be left alone?
Yeah, I know

I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me
I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me

Lay my cards on the table
She could see the light
My efforts went wasted due to falling night
And I know

I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me
I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me

Margaret Hammond
Hemorrhaged in the Merrie City
Margaret Hammond
Died in the Merrie City

Margaret Hammond
Hemorrhaged in the Merrie City
Margaret Hammond
Died in the Merrie City

Margaret Hammond
Hemorrhaged in the Merrie City
Margaret Hammond
Died in the Merrie City

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Girls Like Mystery - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Girls Like Mystery
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
There's not much to say to me
That's okay, you know that girls like mystery
They'll know all the things I've had
That?s okay, it don't necessarily make it bad

Leave me alone, I'm just your enemy
I've seen it all, I've seen your jealousy

They say, love me till the end
They only see me as a friend
We leave a lot to be desired
I don't care about desire

They say, love me till the end
They only see me as a friend
We leave a lot to be desired
I never wanted to be desired

There's not much to say to me
That's okay, you know that girls like mystery
Keep your clothes as your dignity
After all, it's only two years history

Oh, leave me alone, I'm just your enemy, oh
I've seen it all, I've seen your jealousy

They say, love me till the end
They only see me as a friend
We leave a lot to be desired
I don't care about desire

They say, love me till the end
They only see me as a friend
We leave a lot to be desired
I never want to be desired

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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I'M A Realist - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: I'M A Realist
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
I'm a realist
I'm a romantic
I'm an indecisive piece of shit
(I'm an indecisive)

I'm a realist
I'm a romantic
I am indecisive and that's about it
(I'm an indecisive)

And you dream that's the same thing
That's the same life you lead
I don't agree and so you drink, don't wanna think
That's 'cos your mind is already made up

I'm a realist
I'm a romantic
I'm an indecisive piece of shit
(I'm an indecisive)

I admit it, I'm up to my old tricks
Did you see her eyes
(Oh no, I tried)
She looked surprised

And you dream that's the same thing
That's the same life you lead
I don't agree and so you drink, don't wanna think
That's 'cos your mind is already made up

And you dream that's the same thing
That's the same life you lead
I don't agree and so you drink, don't wanna think
That's 'cos your mind is already made up, love

I know that it's only a matter of time
Before you know it, I'll be leaving town
See it in my eyes
That no one will do, no one will ever do

I know that it's only a matter of time
Before you know it, I'll be leaving town
Seen it in your eyes
And no one will ever do, no one will ever do for you

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My Life Flashed Before My Eyes - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: My Life Flashed Before My Eyes
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
The wrong time, the wrong place
Your talent scouts my lonely face
Of all the things I can't replace
Your talent scouts my lonely face, yeah

Well, it's alright, although I know you lied
I don't mind, oh
It's alright, although I know you lied
I don't mind, oh

The wrong time, the wrong place
Your talent scouts my lonely face
Of all the things I can't escape
Your talent scouts my lonely face, yeah

Well, I'm alright, although I know you lied
I don't mind, oh
If my life flashed before my eyes
Do you think I'd mind? No

And now, you don't need mine
You let us down, you watched us die
Now, I hang around
With people I don't even know

Well, it's alright, although I know you lied
I don't mind, oh

The wrong time, the wrong place
(It's alright, flashed before my eyes)
Your talent scouts my lonely face
(Do you think I'd mind? Yeah)

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I'Ve Tried Everything - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: I'Ve Tried Everything
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
I was born in the Merrie City
I've been trying to get out of it
Nothing's changed since the 1950's
I'm surprised all the time, what I find out

There must be something more
Can't figure it out
Still missing something
And I've tried everything, oh

Love is a lie
Attraction an instinct
Believe what you like, you decide
But I still think that

There must be something more
Can't figure it out
Still missing something
And I've tried everything, oh

Three months ago
I ran to Brighton
It didn't solve anything, no

I thought it would not be a problem
But I found out the night
We rode the Circle Line
It had to happen sometime

I thought it would not be a problem
But I found out the night
We rode the Circle Line
It had to happen sometime

And though you knew not about it
You could pick up on signs
Like being too polite
And unassertive 'cause I'm

Still missing something
And I've tried everything, oh

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Our Bovine Public - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Our Bovine Public
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
Did they think I'd have to choose
Did they think I'd wear brown shoes
Did they think that I'd ever have to read about this in the news

You gonna have a go
Well, I don't want to know
I just thought that I should try and say, hello, to those

Who'd never exist without being generic
You have to impress our Bovine public
You'd never exist if you wasn't generic
You have to impress our Bovine public

I'll never forget how all this begun
And I will never regret a thing I have done
But you would never exist without us

So maybe, I do not have the time, fair weather friends of mine
A year's a long time, be doing nothing with your life
I heard you felt alert

Well, I'm hoping that it hurt
'Cos you played too much silent grammar
To be ground into the dirt by those

Who'd never exist without being generic
You'll have to impress our Bovine public
You'd never exist if you wasn't generic
You'll have to impress our Bovine public

I'll never forget how all this begun
And I will never regret a thing I have done
But you would never exist without us
So maybe, I do

Well, you say nothing
So, you'll always mean nothing to me
And if what you say means nothing
Then what you say will always mean nothing to me, ooh

Did they think I have the time, fair weather friends of mine
A year's a long time, be doing nothing with your life
I heard you felt alert

Well, I'm hoping that it hurt
'Cos you played too much silent grammar
To be ground into the dirt by those

Who'd never exist without being generic
You have to impress our Bovine public
You'd never exist if you wasn't generic
You'll have to impress our Bovine public

I'll never forget how all this begun
And I will never regret the one thing I've done
But you would never exist without us
So maybe, I do

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Be Safe - Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

Title: Be Safe
Album: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Artist: Cribs
Composer(s): Gary John Jarman, Ross Anthony Jarman, Lee Ranaldo, Ryan James Jarman

Lyric:
One of those fucking, awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
Is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor

These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich, hate the happy
Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones

Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realizing that
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living
We each know our own fate

We know from our youth, how to be treated
How we'll be received, how we shall end
These things don't change

You can change your clothes
Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up
Always it waits in the wings

Ideas swirl but don't stick
They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield

One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes
The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head

I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us

I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns
Parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?

Abstract typography, methane covenant
Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary
Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth

Chemotherapy bullshit

The light within you shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a skunk, eating it's own tail
Steam turbine, frog farm

Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin

I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes
And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection

Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real
You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again

Until to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now
I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel
Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears

I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten

Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean white teeth
Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes

Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings
News headlines going around, you watch as they go
And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park
They're all whispering, shake some leaves

Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slowly and carefully
Paints her face green and mask like
Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe

Long shot through apartment window
A monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mine

Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail
A steam turbine, frog farm

Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin

Oh, great by me
Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit

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Welcome To Atlanta (Remix) - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Welcome To Atlanta (Remix)
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): J Fletcher, J Hutchins, L Smith, Freddie Perren, Jermaine Dupri, Christine Yarian, Christopher B Bridges

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Lyric:
Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know
The one with the flow, who did it? It was me, I suppose

JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya spleen as a matter of fact, I split ya team
No blood on the sneaks gotta keep it so my kicks is clean

I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork

Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm 'Bruce' with 'Banners'
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The woolly mammoth saber tooth bitch bite your tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come

I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall, waitin' for my cue
To corner pocket eight balls you rackin 'em up
I'm big paper like pancakes stackin 'em up

In fact I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac an' the truck
I can't lose with twenty-two bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back to fuck, better than the aquaduct
Chil-l-lin', flip-p-pin', what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,yo, yo
Y-y-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, uh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lake Show, MD rivalry
When 'Frozen Paradise' was the place to be
If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D

I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin'ist Player
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, 'Gentle men's Club'
Tuesday night, I'm up in the 'Velvet Room' gettin' fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at 'Strokers' on lean
Thursday, 'Jump Clean' then I fall up in 'Kream'
Friday, 'Shark Bar', 'Kaya' with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' is where you can find me

Saturday is off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in 'One-Tweezy'
Sunday is when I get my sleep in
Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,yo, yo
Y-y-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

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Johnny Ryall - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Johnny Ryall
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, Broussard Williams John King, Washington Adam Horowitz, Mike Simpson, Yauc

Lyric:
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time, with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than my mayor Ed Koch

Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more
Living on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' in the street there ain't a damn thing funny

With the hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face

Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
Sometimes drunk, man that kid's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
Better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
(Kickin' uptown, kickin' downtown, kickin' crosstown)
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

He drinks where he lies, he's covered with flies
He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
Well, you go upstate you get your head together
Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather

Detox at the flop house, no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from
He lives in the street but he's no bum

He's a rockabilly star from the days of old
He used to have teeth all filled with gold
He got a platinum voice but only gold records
On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers

Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
Johnny Ryall, who do you think you are?

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
(Drinking Night Train, drinkin' OE)
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes, and singing Helter Skelter
He asks for a dollar, you know what it's for
Man, bottle after bottle, he always needs more

He's no less important than you working class stiffs
He drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
He paid his dues, playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes

Elvis shaved his head when he went to the army
That's right y'all his name is Johnny
(Kick it)

Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall

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Gotta Understand - Lyrics - Feedback - Jurassic 5

Title: Gotta Understand
Album: Feedback
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Courtenay D. Henderson, C. Stocker, Curtis Mayfield, Dante Lamar Givens, Mark Ali Potsic, Charles L. Stewart, Marc Ferel Stuart

Lyric:
You might wanna say it
Testing
Ooh, ya got to understand

What ya gotta
Speak the truth for real
You might want to say
You got to understand

We trying to tell you the deal from our perspective
The J5 collective will wreck 'cuz you
You got to understand" keep it together and try

You might want to say but you you got to understand
We're more than meets the third eye, words fly
Reppin' from the bird's eye view

I ain't hating, I just heard better
Up the ante on the game and apply the pressure
Understand I was a fan
Before I was a member of your favorite rap band
Understand that I'm still a fan

And you can keep playing after the fact
Related to the game and came after crack
'Cuz every nigga I know is out ta get a plaque
So why you wanna go and do that, huh?

I don't know man, 'cuz we see fiends who dream cream
Reppin' the west through special effects and green screens
And it seems you need to be the one to flash that cannon
Or sign the autographs till the last cat's standing

Brother pass that action and your trashin' is real
Your only way of coming up is probably inking a deal
While you're thinking the skills, some are thinking the mills
In a never-ending quest ta get the house on the hill
And that's real

What ya gotta
Speak the truth for real
You might want to say
You got to understand

We trying to tell you the deal from our perspective
The J5 collective will wreck 'cuz you
You got to understand" keep it together and try

You might want to say, but you you got to understand
We're more than meets the third eye, words fly
Reppin' from the bird's eye view

I need some understanding in this world between me and my girl
She want the diamonds and the pearls to be a part of my world
Twenty four-sev but love don't pay the rent
So love me when I'm home and cherish the moment

Uh-huh, 'cuz some of you women are men's mirrors
I know some women who dodge balls like Ben Stiller
Please understand, it's not to offend or seem bitter
But every queen need a king wit her

Ms. Thing I don't know
But ever I leave you ready to go
My Momma told me about how it flow
But I didn't wanna listen but she told me so

Now if it ever came to the bank account
Who'd ya pack ya things and get up and bounce
These the type of things that I be thinking about
To all my other fellas you got to understand

What ya gotta
Speak the truth for real
You might want to say
You got to understand

We trying to tell you the deal from our perspective
The J5 collective will wreck 'cuz you
You got to understand keep it together and try

You might want to say but you you got to understand
We're more than meets the third eye, words fly
Reppin' from the bird's eye view

And all the times I tried ta do what this wanna God do?
It's cuz I see the world from the Artist eye view
You live life the next part is you die, too
And there's no one on this Earth it doesn't apply to

Now that's true, 'cuz every single day I live
I'm obligated just ta say it like it T-I is
And I ain't gon' talk about no cat whose decision is poor
Trust me, man, my hand is just as dirty as yours

Either they like you or they hype you, it's a cycle
Choices that we make in the vital
'Cuz in the blink of an eye it can all go awry
And the next man will quickly take your title

Yeah, between me and myself and all of these things
Understanding is a theme when we doing our thing
From the job to my queen and chasing my dream
The whole world needs a little bit of understanding

What ya gotta
Speak the truth for real
You might want to say
You got to understand

We trying to tell you the deal from our perspective
The J5 collective will wreck 'cuz you
You got to understand keep it together and try

You might want to say but you you got to understand
We're more than meets the third eye, words fly
Reppin' from the bird's eye view

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I'D Rather Have Jesus - Lyrics - Crystal Lewis

Title: I'D Rather Have Jesus
Artist: Crystal Lewis
Composer(s): Rhea Miller, George Beverly Shea

Lyric:
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be His than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands
I'd rather be led by His nail-pierced hand

Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin's dread sway
I'd rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today

I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause
I'd rather be faithful to His dear cause
I'd rather have Jesus than worldwide fame
I'd rather be true to His holy name

Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin's dread sway
I'd rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today

He's fairer than lilies of rarest bloom
He's sweeter than honey from out the comb
He's all that my hungering spirit needs
I'd rather have Jesus and let Him lead

Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin's dread sway
I'd rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today

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No Lies - Lyrics - Tattooed Millionaire - Bruce Dickinson

Title: No Lies
Album: Tattooed Millionaire
Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson

Lyric:
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No Heaven, no Heaven, no lies

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Waitin' on a corner of a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang 'round here babe, you're leavin' soon

On the run from a country, from the law
Well, here's a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go
Watchin' the windows, part of the sideshow

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Where the money men's wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs
Where the vicar goes for his sin
Where the stick up artist gets stuck in

Oh, look around here it's no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel
Riding side saddle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely, part of the scene

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

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