My Little Red Book - Lyrics - Burt Bacharach

Title: My Little Red Book
Artist: Burt Bacharach
Composer(s): Hal David, Burt F Bacharach

Lyric:
I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said goodbye
I thumbed right through my little red book
I wasn't gonna sit and cry

And I went from A to Z
I took out every pretty girl in town
They danced with me and while I held them

All I did was talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There's just no getting over you

No girl who's in my little red book
Just ever could replace your love
And each girl in my little red book
Knows you're the one I'm thinkin' of

Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Without your precious love I can't go on
Where can you be, I need you so much

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There's just no getting over you, oh

Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Without your precious love I can't go on
Where can you be, I need you so much

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There's just no getting over you

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There's just no getting over you

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and

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My Little Red Book - Lyrics - Love

Title: My Little Red Book
Artist: Love
Composer(s): Hal David, Burt F Bacharach

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Lyric:
I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said goodbye
I thumbed right through my little red book
I wasn't gonna sit and cry
And I went from A to Z
I took out every pretty girl in town
They danced with me and as I held them

All I did was talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There?s just no getting over you, oh, no

There ain't no girl in my little red book
Who could ever replace your charms
And each girl in my little red book
Knows you're the one I'm thinkin? of
Oh, won't you please come back
Without your precious love I cant go on
Where can love be, I need you so much

Oh, won't you please come back
Without your precious love I cant go on
It?s haunting me, I need you so much

All I did was talk and talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There?s just no getting over you
All I did was talk and talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There?s just no getting over you, oh no

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To My People - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: To My People
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): R Lewis, R Mcnair, R Fisher, Leroy Jones, G Spivey, Trevor Smith, R Evens, J Webb

Lyric:
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love
Then we show you love back

Y'all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon' chill
Then we sit down and we build

My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin' up shop
And we ain't going nowhere

We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers
Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin' holes in vendettas

Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too much
(Naw, they can't cross you)

Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly

The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice

Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced

I'm slashing dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's

Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike

Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher
My squad is on fire

And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin' groove

Rules house of blues, MTV news
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)

Keep a shot runnin'
Now I'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me

I'm being felt
I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth
I'm 'bout my squad and myself

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest

They buggin', straight up and down
We run the underground like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch
Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more verses
Than the 'Book of Job'

Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous

Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us

Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular

I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister
C'mon

Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart

Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing
I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie

Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude

Let's G off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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Dress Code - Lyrics - W.C.

Title: Dress Code
Artist: W.C.
Composer(s): William Jr. Calhoun, A Wheaton, Wayne Lamar Jackson, Andrew Love

Lyric:
You know what's makin' me mad?
Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I walked in a rest', 'bout to order
And people starin' like I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' they wallets in the back

And thinkin' I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of crack

So what's the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your books
Seem like every time I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of fresh air
I end up fillin' up a questionnaire

"What's your name?" "Where you're goin?"
"Yo, what gang are you from?"
They tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better

Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record
A stereotypical attitude
That if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause when I step upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

No matter what the color
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress code
(Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps)

(That's why they dress just like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

What is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring

I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
Get me a fade and a pair of tight pants
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance

A big funny lookin' hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the alert for a squabble

Don't go here, don't go there, brothers comin' up missin'
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin' dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin' through
If you dress like me, you gotta run with a crew

I'm tickin' like a time bomb, ready to explode
Even in my front yard
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress code
(Alright, fellas, no tennis shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)

Let's take a trip to the club scene
(Somebody tell me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets sprayed

Don't wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow
And they're sweatin' at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my back for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?

Wearin' red, black and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a African medallion, now they're down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now they switched
But they ain't gettin' rich
(Ain't that a bitch?)

Go strike a GQ pose, I got soul in my stroll
So they ban my video
(For what?)
'Cause they didn't like my dress code

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Merry Muthafuckin X-Mas - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Merry Muthafuckin X-Mas
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Come on over Hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well, what you want baby?

Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Hell, yeah
Me too

Yes, Hunnie I'ma tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well, he's a bad muthafucka

Gimme that goddamn book
Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes, a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin', right?

Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to be jolly

Merry Christmas, muthafucka
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho, ho, ho
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now dashin' through the snow

In a candy right top 6-4, over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe, nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right, oh, what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight

So ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way, oh what fun it is
To watch her suck my dick this way
Hey, ring them bells, ring them bells

Shes takin' it all the way, oh, what fun it is to nut
While she's suckin' my dick, oh, yay
'Tis the season to get busy, Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick

Ho, ho, ho, come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me
What you want for Christmas, ho, ho

I want a slay ride, a CD player
A fifty rum, [unverified] and I'm gonna cum
A VCR [unverified] some porno flicks
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer

[Unverified] like a everlastin' gobstopper
[Unverified] poppa, I dig a ho
Crack a dough by the nuts, oh
[Unverified] fuckin' in tha snow

I made him drop to his knees
Yeah, you know what's up
I said here's some candy canes, eat 'em up
[Unverified] bonapatite with a condom in a tree

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Yo, where's ya rhyme, tell me Buck Wheat

Buck Wheat is a waskal, that's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls, fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree, so Santa be a sucka

[Unverified] when I was young, I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake

I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years, oh, just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' 'Silent Night' Carolin' recitin'

Now all I want for Christmas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth, uncle Eazy be the [unverified]
Just spread me a leaf, little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lie

On the third day of Christmas
My homeboys gave to me three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a muthafuckin' K bitch

Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop

I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' christmas caught
Ho, ho, ho, and away I go
Oh, Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well, where's this [unverified]
Shut the fuck up, bitches
And go back to sleep

Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Yo, black I want a job [unverified] corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken
And chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food

Whos climbin' in my window, smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Y, black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash

A rump, pa, pump, pump
A rump, pa, pump, pump

Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year

You bitch

And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The end

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Merry Muthaf***In' Xmas - Lyrics - Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy E

Title: Merry Muthaf***In' Xmas
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Come on over Hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well, what you want baby?

Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Hell, yeah
Me too

Yes, Hunnie I'ma tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well, he's a bad muthafucka

Gimme that goddamn book
Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes, a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin', right?

Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to be jolly

Merry Christmas, muthafucka
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho, ho, ho
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now dashin' through the snow

In a candy right top 6-4, over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe, nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right, oh, what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight

So ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way, oh what fun it is
To watch her suck my dick this way
Hey, ring them bells, ring them bells

Shes takin' it all the way, oh, what fun it is to nut
While she's suckin' my dick, oh, yay
'Tis the season to get busy, Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick

Ho, ho, ho, come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me
What you want for Christmas, ho, ho

I want a slay ride, a CD player
A fifty rum, [unverified] and I'm gonna cum
A VCR [unverified] some porno flicks
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer

[Unverified] like a everlastin' gobstopper
[Unverified] poppa, I dig a ho
Crack a dough by the nuts, oh
[Unverified] fuckin' in tha snow

I made him drop to his knees
Yeah, you know what's up
I said here's some candy canes, eat 'em up
[Unverified] bonapatite with a condom in a tree

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Yo, where's ya rhyme, tell me Buck Wheat

Buck Wheat is a waskal, that's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls, fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree, so Santa be a sucka

[Unverified] when I was young, I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake

I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years, oh, just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' 'Silent Night' Carolin' recitin'

Now all I want for Christmas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth, uncle Eazy be the [unverified]
Just spread me a leaf, little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lie

On the third day of Christmas
My homeboys gave to me three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a muthafuckin' K bitch

Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop

I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' christmas caught
Ho, ho, ho, and away I go
Oh, Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well, where's this [unverified]
Shut the fuck up, bitches
And go back to sleep

Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Yo, black I want a job [unverified] corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken
And chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food

Whos climbin' in my window, smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Y, black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash

A rump, pa, pump, pump
A rump, pa, pump, pump

Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year

You bitch

And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The end

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Palm Of Your Hand - Lyrics - Buzzcocks

Title: Palm Of Your Hand
Artist: Buzzcocks
Composer(s): Pete Shelley

Lyric:
It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
I've made up my mind as a bull sees red
To get my tail wagged must I sit up and beg

And if you want to brush up on technique
You can read all about it in the book that I found
When the spirit is willing the flesh won't be weak
There's little more to it than just jerking around
I'm hungry for the most perfect of needs
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
It's practically safe not much risk of disease
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

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Believe - Lyrics - #1's...And Then Some - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Believe
Album: #1's...And Then Some
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Ronnie Dunn, Craig Wiseman

Lyric:
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers
Out on his old porch swing

Said he was in the war when in the navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going crazy?

He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see, oh I believe

A few years later I was off at college
Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip
The in's and out's of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died

Later on that night
I laid there thinkin' back
Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody
Deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that sweet old man
Who looked me in the eye, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see

I can't quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse

You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that I live
Yeah, this can't be
No, this can't be
No, this can't be all there is

When I raise my hands, bow my head
Oh I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to this
Than just what I can see

I believe
Oh, I, I believe
I believe

Mmm, I believe
I believe
Oh, I believe
Mmm

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Hands Held High - Lyrics - Minutes To Midnight - Linkin Park

Title: Hands Held High
Album: Minutes To Midnight
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Dave Farrell, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn, Robert Bourdon

Lyric:
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin?
People on the street, they panic and start runnin?

Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin?
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin?
Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin?

Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin?
F*** that! I want to see some fists pumpin?
Risk somethin', take back what's yours
Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for

?Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before
Like I'm stupid standin? for what I'm standin? for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These ******* are laughin? their way to the bank and cashin' the check
Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stutterin? and mumblin? for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin? at the end of the day
In their livin? room laughin? like, "What did he say?"

Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen

In my livin? room watchin? but I am not laughin?
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react to get blown into fractions

10 years old is somethin' to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought, "The next one could be me"

Do you see the soldiers that are out today
That brush the dust from bulletproof vests away?
It's ironic, at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back he hand wrote a quote inside
"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stutterin and mumblin? for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin? at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like, "What did he say?"

Amen, amen
Amen, amen

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

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Tangled Up In Blue - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all if her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough

Me, I'm standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes, I'm heading out to the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Getting through tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess but I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could abandoned it out west
We split up on a sad dark night both agreeing it was best

She turned around and looked at me as I was walking away
Then I heard her say over my shoulder we'll meet again someday
On the avenue tangled up in blue

I was living in the great north woods working as a cook for a spell
I never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans where I happened to be employed
Yeah I was working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of De La Croix

And all the while I was alone the past was close behind
I'd seen a lot of women but she never escaped my mind
And I just grew tangled up in blue

She was working at a topless bar
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear

Now later on as the crowd thinned out
And I was just about to do the same
Yeah but she was standing there at the back of my chair
She said, "Don't I know your name?"

Well I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoes we were tangled up in blue I know, I know, I know

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello she said, "You look like the silent type"
And then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the 13th century

Every one of his words rang true and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off every page like it was written in my soul
From me to you tangled up in blue, yeah, yeah

I lived with them on Montague street
In a basement down the stairs, yeah
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

That's when he started into dealing with slaves, yeah
Something inside of her died just died
And she had to sell everything she owned
And she froze up inside

Finally when the bottom fell out, I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew tangled up in blue, oh yeah

Now I'm headed back again I gotta get to her somehow
And all the people we used to know they're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians some are carpenter's wives
I don't know how they all got started
I don't know what they're doing with their lives

But me I'm still on the road headed for another joint
We always did feel the same we just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue I know, I know, I know

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Tangled Up In Blue - Lyrics - Blood On The Tracks - Bob Dylan

Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Album: Blood On The Tracks
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wonderin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red

Her folks, they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough

And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through
Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark, sad night
Both agreeing it was best

And she turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was lucky to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear

And later on when the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"

I muttered somethin' underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type"

Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And we froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue

So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives

But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue

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Tangled Up In Blue - Lyrics - Great White

Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Artist: Great White
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red

Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough

And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through

Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say, over my shoulder
We'll meet again someday on the avenue

Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was lucky to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just grew

Tangled up in blue

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear

And later on the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Sayin', Jackie, don't I know your name?

I muttered somethin' underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said, you look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside

And one day finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue

So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives

But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view

Tangled up in blue

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Hello L-O-V-E - Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Title: Hello L-O-V-E
Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Danny Wells

Lyric:
Tore out her page from my little book
Took out her picture, gave it one last look
Hung a big sign out on the door
Sayin' love don't live around here anymore

Picked up what was left of my pride
Topped off the tank for a long hard ride
Seventeen miles outta Lonely ville
Yonder came a darlin' in a coupe deville

So long heartache, adios
Sorrow, see you later, time to hit the road
Goodbye pain and misery
Hello L O V E, oh yeah

Well I spun around and I hit the gas
Hot on the tail of that Cadillac
Said a little prayer, held my breath
Sure 'nough the green light turned to red

So long heartache, adios
Sorrow, see you later, time to hit the road
Goodbye pain and misery
Hello L O V E, oh oh

She looked at me, I looked at her
A few days later in a little brown church
Made a sweet deal with the justice of the peace
Forty-five dollars for a license and a ring

So long heartache, adios
Sorrow, see you later, time to hit the road
Goodbye pain and misery
Hello L O, hello L O, hello L O V E, oh yeah

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Bangers And Mash - Lyrics - In Rainbows - Radiohead

Title: Bangers And Mash
Album: In Rainbows
Artist: Radiohead
Composer(s): Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richa Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke

Lyric:
You bit me, bit me, bit me, ow
You bit me, bit me and I want more

I'm standing in the hall, I'm puking on the wall
It's all heading south to the Conger Hill
The bangers in the mash, the negatives for cash
You're either in the club, baby, or you're not

Whatever turns you on, whatever gets you up
Chief of Police or Vice Chancellor
Lord and Lady blah blah, the vicar and the judge
You're all dancing to my little red book

Because you bit me, bit me, bit me, ow
I got the poison, poison and now I want more

If you are on the top then it is a long drop
The pyramid is power, we're changing by the hour
If you are on the top then it is a long drop
If you stare into the dark the dark will stare back
Back into your soul

I'm taking you down, I'm taking you down
I'm taking you down when I go down
I'm taking you down, I'm taking you down
I'm standing in the hall, I'm puking on the wall

Yeah, because you bit me, bit me, bit me, ow
The poison, I got the poison, I got the poison now
Yeah, I got the poison

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Tangled Up In Blue - Lyrics - Whitlams

Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Artist: Whitlams
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wonderin' if she had changed at all
If her hair was still red

And her folks had said our lives together
It sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough

And she was standin' on the side of the road
As rain's fallin' on my shoes
I'm heading out for the old East Coast
Lord, knows I've paid some dues gettin' through
Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force

So we drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best

Then she turned around and looked at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We're gonna meet again someday on a avenue?
We got tangled up in blue

So I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was looking out to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind me
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
Tangled up in blue

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear

Then later on as the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there at the back of the chair
Singin', "Tell me, don't I know your name?"

I muttered somethin' underneath the breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent to tie the lace of my shoe
We got tangled up in blue

So she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello", she said
"You look like the silent type"

Then she opened up a book of poems
Handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
In the thirteenth century

And every one of those words rang true
Glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it's written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves
Something inside of him died
She had to sell everything they owned
And froze up inside

And when finally as the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew
We got tangled up in blue

Now I'm goin' back again
Got to get to her somehow
All the people that we used to know
They're illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
We don't know how this got started
Don't know what we do with our lives

Me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We didn't always see the same
And we start it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue

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