Nicotine Gravy - Lyrics - Midnite Vultures - Beck

Title: Nicotine Gravy
Album: Midnite Vultures
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): Beck Hansen

Lyric:
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Buried animals call your name
You keep on sleeping through the poignant rain

I think we're going crazy, her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli, nicotine and gravy

I'll feed you fruit that don't exist
I'll leave graffiti where you've never been kissed
I'll do your laundry, massage your soul
I'll turn you over to the highway patrol

I think we're going crazy, her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli, nicotine and gravy

I think we're going crazy, things don't even faze me
Her left eye is lazy, nicotine and gravy
Miracles amaze me, she looks so Israeli
Love the way she plays me, I think I'm going crazy

I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
(You're something special, so much more)
(Think I'm going)
I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
(I know, yes I know)
(Think I'm going crazy)

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Buried animals call your name
You keep on sleeping through the poignant rain

I think we're going crazy, things don't even faze me
(I think we're going crazy)
Her left eye is lazy, nicotine and gravy
(Her left eye is lazy)
Miracles amaze me, she looks so Israeli
(She looks so Israeli)
(I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight)
Love the way she plays me, nicotine and gravy
(Nicotine and gravy)
(I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight)

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Nicotine Stain - Lyrics - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Title: Nicotine Stain
Artist: Siouxsie And The Banshees
Composer(s): Steve Bailey, Sue Ballion

Lyric:
It's just a habit when I reach to the packet
For my last cigarette, until the day breaks
Then my hand shakes
But, but, but, but, but, but
It's just driving me insane
When the smoke gets in my brain I can't resist it

Wallow in that ash bath
Soaking up the fumes
And see the nicotine stain
Start to spread

I'm so congested 'cos north, south, east and west
Catarrh rests on my chest, congealed and twisted
Cough up and shift it
But I can feel my lungs collapse
Sinking deep into my lap
I'm so useless

Wallow in that ash bath
Soaking up the fumes
And see the nicotine stain
Start to spread

I'm so useful if you don't want to fight
Just give your foe a fright
Say you'll drop me on every country
See, see, see, see
All will be stone dead
When the nicotine stain spreads
Just light me

Wallow in that ash bath
Soaking up the fumes
And see the nicotine stain
Start to spread

It's in my hand
It's in my hand
N-n-nicotine spread
Nicotine stain

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Nicotine - Lyrics - One Girl Revolution - Saving Jane

Title: Nicotine
Album: One Girl Revolution
Artist: Saving Jane
Composer(s): Marti Dodson

Lyric:
You never really needed me
The way you need your nicotine
I watch you when you take a drag
Yeah, like a lover in your hands

Maybe I was just a sugared buzz
A little high but not enough
You felt me for a little while
But those highs, they never last

But I don't wanna be
Just another bad habit to you

When you're down to your last cigarette
And you think about what you regret
Oh, when your hands start to shake
And you're down on your knees
Do you want me like nicotine, like nicotine?

Am I right in through your blood?
Am I everything you crave?
Do you miss the way I smell?
Yeah, do you miss the way I taste?

Do you reach for me at night?
Do I linger on your skin?
Am I ever on your mind?
Do you wonder where I've been?

You say that's what you need
Oh, but I don't wanna be
Just another bad habit to you

When you're down to your last cigarette
And you think about what you regret
Do you miss me at all?
When your hands start to shake
And you're down on your knees
Do you want me like nicotine?

Go on, go on, go on, try to give me up
But you know you can't quit
I'm the fire burning your mouth
You can't spit me out
You can try but you can't forget

When you're down to your last cigarette
And you think about what you regret
Do you miss me at all?
And your hands start to shake
And you're down on your knees

When you're down to your last cigarette
And you think about what you regret
Do you miss me at all?
And your hands start to shake
And you're down on your knees
Do you want me, do you want me
Do you want me like nicotine, nicotine?

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No Stopping For Nicotine - Lyrics - George Is On - Deep Dish

Title: No Stopping For Nicotine
Album: George Is On
Artist: Deep Dish
Composer(s): Sharam Tayebi, Ali Shirazinia, Richard Morel

Lyric:
No stopping
No stopping

No stopping for nicotine
No stopping
No stopping for what you are

No stopping for Benzedrine
No stopping
No stopping for rock 'n' roll stars

Seven minutes to rendezvous
I'm committed to what you need
I kind of what to hold on to you
I want to be your best disease

I want to take apart what you want
I want to take you down memory lane
I want to go behind a restaurant
I want to be what you never became

No stopping for nicotine
No stopping
No stopping for what you are

No stopping for Benzedrine
No stopping
No stopping for rock 'n' roll stars

I'm gonna win it, I let you down
I want to take a drink from your glass
I'm so down in it, I'm underground
I can't forget about touchin' your ass

No stopping for nicotine
No stopping
No stopping for what you are

No stopping for Benzedrine
No stopping
No stopping for rock 'n' roll stars

Now I'm in it to be like you
I want to take you down memory lane
I'm gonna win it, it's up to you
I want to be what you never became

No stopping for nicotine
No stopping
No stopping for what you are

No stopping for Benzedrine
No stopping
No stopping for rock 'n' roll stars

No stopping
No stopping

No stopping for nicotine
No stopping
No stopping for what you are

No stopping for Benzedrine
No stopping
No stopping for rock 'n' roll stars

No stopping, no stopping
No stopping, no stopping
No stopping, no stopping
No stopping, no stopping

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Compliments - Lyrics - Silent Alarm - Bloc Party

Title: Compliments
Album: Silent Alarm
Artist: Bloc Party
Composer(s): Gordon Moakes, Matt Tong, Russell Lissack, Kele Okereke

Lyric:
We sit and we sigh and nothing gets done
So right, so clued up, we just get old
And all the while been torn asunder
Nicotine and bacteria

We sit and we sigh and nothing gets done
So right, so clued up, we just get old
And all the while been torn asunder
Nicotine and bacteria

We sit and we sigh and nothing gets done
So right, so clued up, we just get old
And all the while been torn asunder
Nicotine and bacteria

We sit and we sigh and nothing gets done
So right, so clued up, we just get old
And all the while been torn asunder
Nicotine and bacteria

We sit and we sigh and nothing gets done
(What are we coming to?)
So right, so clued up, ae just get old
(What are we gonna do?)
And all the while been torn asunder
(What are we coming to?)
Nicotine and bacteria
(What are we gonna do?)

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Nicotina (She'S All That) - Lyrics - Big Sugar

Title: Nicotina (She'S All That)
Artist: Big Sugar
Composer(s): Apjj Gordie Johnson

Lyric:
Light it up

We've been a little more than just friends
And in most cases that's just where it ends
But I took the time to stoke up your flame

Can I get a witness to back up my claim?
Now, I'm standin' so close to your fire
If I say that I've quit ya, you can call me a liar

Now, we've been a little more than just friends
And where we go now, I guess that depends
If I get myself caught up in your scene

Black hair, black coffee and hard nicotine
I can't sleep, I can't eat
Need you to hold my hand, so I can cross the street

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Sugar in my coffee
Oh yeah, makes me mean

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
I'm her silver dollar
She's my slot machine

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, why I call her
Tina, my nicotine

We've been a little more than just friends
And where we go now, I guess that depends

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Sugar in my coffee
Oh yeah, makes me mean

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
She's my V8 motor
I'm her gasoline

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
I'm her silver dollar
She's my slot machine

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, why I call her
Tina, my nicotine

Nicotine
My nicotine
Oh yeah, she's a

Yeah, she is
Yeah, she is

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Fiend - Lyrics - Jaheim

Title: Fiend
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Keir Lamont Gist, David Styles, Balewa M Muhammad, Terence Abney, William Hart, Thomas Randolph Bell

Lyric:
She's more than a dime, she's a dove
Damn, I'm in love, hit it from the house to the club
Keep my mind on her, spend my last dime on her
She bring me to cloud 9 when my ass climb on her

Can see she make the picture clear just like Time Warner
Treat her like the car, the way that I ride on her
She helped me focus in get my rhymes right too
And my mind right too, that's why she shine through

I gotta quit, I gotta get this chick up out my system
She's no good for me
All of my dogs wanna hit her, right after I'm with her
I eat then I fall asleep and it's gettin' costly

Lately, all I've been banging is
Them chicks that come with seeds
But shorty she's a dime, in fact that girl's a dove
And I think I'm falling in love

She gets me all choked up
I can barely catch my breath
Don't want to pass her around
I keep her to myself

You see she gives me stimulation
Ain't nobody messing up our rotation
Although I think it's big and you better believe
Nobody blazing it up but me

I need her first thing when I wake up
Call me a fiend
And I ain't talking about nicotine
Y'all know what I mean
Just call me your fiend

I'm just a addict for your love
I've got to have it all your love
I can't let it go, I'll never be clean
You can just call me a fiend

I twist her up, pull her to me real slow
Let the taste of a chocolate make my eyes get low
But she burns through my paper so fast, gotta make it last
Hate to watch them swisha sweets walk past

When my personal stash get low
Then it's back to the block tryin' find her
Shorty she's a dime in fact that girl's a dove
And I think I'm fallin' in love

She gets me all choked up
I can barely catch my breath
Don't want to pass her around
I keep her to myself

You see she gives me stimulation
Ain't nobody messing up our rotation
Although I think it's big and you better believe
Nobody blazing it up but me

I need her first thing when I wake up
Call me a fiend
And I'm not talking nicotine
Y'all know what I mean?

I'm just an addict for your love
I've got to have it, all your love
I can't let it go, I'll never be clean
You can just call me a fiend

I need her first thing when I wake up
Call me a fiend
And I ain't talking about nicotine
Y'all know what I mean?

I'm just an addict for your love
I've got to have it, all your love
I can't let it go, I'll never be clean
You can just call me a fiend

I'm a fiend for her, go to sleep wit a dream of her
Wake up, grind hard, get cream for her
Play the whip on a lean wit her
Just in case I don't make it home
I'ma leave a team with her

Me and her been down since her head was 'round
I went to every party in town and bought her around
And now she get lose with it
Her head's purple and green but she looks cute with it

And I ain't mad at her, I let the team take a stab at her
I bring her home all alone and unpack her bags for her
We can do it all night, right, wake up and do it all day
All we need's a light, right

Letting her go is gonna be a slow process
One kiss from her lips took the stress up off my chest
Riding shot gun, body tight, couldn't hold it in
Had to park and spark it up again

And I swear she left her heaven scent in the air
All in my clothes, all in my hair
She got my head in a cloud
Y'all know what I'm talking about

I need her first thing when I wake up
Call me a fiend
And I ain't talking about nicotine
Y'all know what I mean

I'm just an addict for your love
I've got to have it all your love
I can't let it go, I'll never be clean
You can just call me a fiend

I need her first thing when I wake up
Call me a fiend
And I ain't talking about nicotine

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Nicotine - Lyrics - Reprieve - Ani Difranco

Title: Nicotine
Album: Reprieve
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
I hate you sometimes
But I love to be your queen
You are my muse
Got me smoking nicotine

I watch you sometimes
From oh so far away
But I can't forget you
Or anything you say

You sang that song in my ear
And it tickled those tiny hairs

Love is a puzzle
Some pieces they adjoin
It's not like that with us
But I keep flipping that coin

Yeah, I watch you sometimes
From oh so far away
But I can't forget you
Or anything you say

You sang that song in my ear
And it tickled those tiny hairs

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Breathing - Lyrics - The Whole Story - Kate Bush

Title: Breathing
Album: The Whole Story
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
Outside gets inside
Ooh, through her skin
I've been out before
But this time it?s much safer in

Last night in the sky
Ooh, such a bright light
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep

Breathing
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing my mother in
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing my beloved in
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)

Breathing, breathing her nicotine
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing the fall
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)

We've lost our chance
We?re the first and last, ooh
After the blast, chips of plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung

I love my beloved, ooh
All and everywhere
Only the fools blew it
You and me knew, life itself is

Breathing
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing my mother in
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing my beloved in
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)

Breathing, breathing her nicotine
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Breathing, breathing the fall
(Out, in, out, in, out, in)
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in
Out, out, out, out

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Difference between a small nuclear explosion and
A large one by a very simple method the calling
Card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that}

{Is far more dazzling than any light on earth brighter
Even than the sun itself and it is by the duration
Of this flash that we are able to determine the size of the weapon
(What are we going to do without?)}

{After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise
Sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things
Around the area of the explosion
And as this ascends, it soon becomes recognizable
As the familiar mushroom cloud}

{As a demonstration of the flash
Duration test let?s try and count the
Number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
Small bomb then a more substantial, medium sized
Bomb and finally, one of our very powerful high yield bombs}

What are we going to do without?
(Ooh, please)
What are we going to do without?
(Oh, let me breathe)

What are we going to do without?
(Ooh, quick, breathe in deep)
We are all going to die without
(Oh, leave me something to breathe)

What are we going to do without?
(Oh, leave me something to breathe)
We are all going to die without
(Oh God, please leave us something to breathe)
What are we going to do without?
(Oh, life is)

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Nerve Gas - Lyrics - Pure - 3 Colours Red

Title: Nerve Gas
Album: Pure
Artist: 3 Colours Red
Composer(s): Chris Mccormack, Pete Vuckovic

Lyric:
How could I let you get so attached?
Before I knew you, you had us matched
A broken quartet plays your heartstrings
You're out of tune with everything

Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded, nerve gas

It's cold in the kitchen, my nicotine tongue
Is dry and sarcastic and blacker than lungs
You're flipping the trip switch and sucking your thumb
And parking your thick head where it don't belong

Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded, nerve gas

It's cold in the kitchen, my nicotine tongue
Is dry and sarcastic and blacker than lungs
You're flipping the trip switch and sucking your thumb
And parking your thick head where it don't belong

Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded, nerve gas

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Cancer - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Cancer
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
Everything, everything gives you cancer
Everything, everything gives you cancer
There's no cure, there's no answer
Everything gives you cancer

Don't touch that dial
Don't try to smile
Just take this pill
It's in your file

Don't work hard
Don't play hard
Don't plan for the graveyard
Remember

Everything, everything gives you cancer
Everything, everything gives you cancer
There's no cure, there's no answer
Everything gives you cancer

Don't work by night
Don't sleep by day
You'll feel all right
But you will pay

No caffeine
No protein
No booze or nicotine
Remember

Everything, everything gives you cancer
Everything, everything gives you cancer
There's no cure, there's no answer
Everything gives you cancer

No caffeine
No protein
No booze or nicotine
Remember

Everything, everything gives you cancer
Everything, everything gives you cancer
There's no cure, there's no answer
Everything gives you cancer

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Luckie St. - Lyrics - Cartel

Title: Luckie St.
Artist: Cartel
Composer(s): Joseph Pepper, Ryan Roberts, Kevin Sanders, Nic Hudson, Will Pugh, Andy Lee

Lyric:
Let's count the days
Until winter comes our way
We're all tired and ready to breathe
And there's a rumor

That there's a bitter cold chill in the air
It's haunting every breath we take
The hint of alcohol and nicotine
It keeps us warm inside

So all your fashion sense aware
The sweaters unfold themselves
And we are all alone
But we're better off by ourselves

It's time to roll the windows down
And feel the cold air all around
And we are heading out of town
And not a thing can stop us now
Get carried away

Let's think about
All those nights on Luckie Street
We stayed up 'til 3 am
With all the gossip and the latest girls

There's a bitter cold chill in the air
It's haunting every breath we take
The hint of alcohol and nicotine
It keeps us warm inside

So all your fashion sense aware
The sweaters unfold themselves
And we are all alone
But we're better off by ourselves

It's time to roll the windows down
And feel the cold air all around
We are heading out of town
And not a thing can stop us now
Get carried a

This winter is much like all the rest
This season's changed
Since we've been away
This winter is much like all the rest

It's time to roll the windows down
And feel the cold air all around
And we are heading out of town
And not a thing can stop us now

Get carried away
(It's time to roll the windows down )
Get carried away
(And feel the cold air all around)

Get carried away
(And we are heading out of town)
Get carried away
(And not a thing can stop us now)

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Do They Know It'S Christmas - Lyrics - Nicotine

Title: Do They Know It'S Christmas
Artist: Nicotine
Composer(s): Bob Geldof, Midge Ure

Lyric:
It's Christmas time, there's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time we let in light and banish shade
And in our world of plenty, we can spread a smile of joy

Throw your arms around the world at Christmas time
But say a prayer, pray for the other ones at Christmas time
It's hard but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear

Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well, tonight thank God it's them instead of you

And there won't be snow in Africa, this Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get this year
Is life where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

Here's to you, raise a glass for everyone
Here's to them, underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
Feed the world, let them know it's Christmas time again

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Glass - Lyrics - Gang Of Four

Title: Glass
Artist: Gang Of Four
Composer(s): Jon King, Dave Allen, Hugo H. Burnham, Andrew Gill

Lyric:
Look through the window
Look through the window
Look through the window
I'm looking through a pane of glass

Look through the window and what do you see?
Look through the window and what do you see?
Look through the window and what do you see?
I'm looking through a pane of glass

I'm so restless
I'm so restless
I'm so restless
We talk about this and we talk about that

I'm so restless, I'm bored as a cat
I'm so restless, I'm bored as a cat
I'm so restless, I'm bored as a cat
We talk about this and we talk about that

Light myself
Light myself
Light myself
Nicotine really goes to my head

Light myself up a cigarette
Light myself up a cigarette
Light myself up a cigarette
Nicotine really goes to my head

If you're feeling all in, take some aspirin
If you feel in a mess, put your head on a head rest
Your back on a back rest, foot on a foot rest
Or your arm on an arm rest or your leg on a leg rest
Your back on a back rest, if you feel in a real mess
When you're feeling all in, take some aspirin
Or some paracetamol

Always thought life should be so easy
It seems that I have misunderstood
Nothing I do can seem to please me
What I say don't sound so good

I always thought
I always thought
I always thought
It seems that I have misunderstood

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Ludlow Street - Lyrics - Beauty & Crime - Suzanne Vega

Title: Ludlow Street
Album: Beauty & Crime
Artist: Suzanne Vega
Composer(s): Suzanne Vega

Lyric:
Love is the only thing that matters
Love is the only thing that's real
I know we hear this everyday
It's still the hardest thing to feel

This time when I go back to Ludlow Street
I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete
Without you there

Another generation's parties
And it is still the same old scene
I can recall each morning after
Painted in nicotine

This time when I go back to Ludlow Street
I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete
Without you there

All of the people I once knew
All of the ones I was close to

Love is the only thing that matters
Love the only thing that's real
And when I think about you now
Love is the only thing I feel

This time when I go back to Ludlow Street
I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete
Without you there

Tim, this time when I go back to Ludlow Street
I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete
Without you there

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Get Wit This - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Get Wit This
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish G. Smith, Billy Squire

Lyric:
Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this
Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness
In your town to get down, so give your man a pound
Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now
Back to matters we call the rhyme data
Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter
So kill the he say she say bust the replay
Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway

Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank
Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks
What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank
Puffin Bone Thugs and the boombox crank
Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother
Who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover
And still we achieve the great, those who try
To fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine
Hip Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine
Of tobacco so I can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out
Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about
How you doin, where you been, in the biz
Sittin on chrome, back to set trends

Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya
Send you back to the future, he for real man? HELL YEAH
I don't care, I gets it on anywhere
From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air
First things first, I come to work with mad equipment
To do y'all, in the U Haul and the side biscuit
My persona, got suburban kids
Bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline
Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime
Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P
No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be

Indeed, I'm amazing when I
Got the crowd doin shit by remote control
Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward?
Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

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Drip, Drip, Drip - Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Title: Drip, Drip, Drip
Artist: Chumbawamba
Composer(s): Nigel Hunter, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott, Darren Hamer, Paul Greco, Duncan Bruce, Allan Whalley, Alice Nutter

Lyric:
Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs
Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds
I seen yer comin', come in lads
You seen the ads? Too bad, bad, bad

What you get is what you see
It's a trickledown theory and it's coming to me
Life's a whip-round and I've got the whip
It's a sinking ship, drip, drip, drip

Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water

Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down

Dark satanic, run of the mill
Sing us a song and I'll send you the bill
My nicotine grip, my smokin' gun
It's how I get my fun, better run, run, run

Your olfactory nerves, all up the spout
You can't smell a rat when your nose is out
Rent to kill by any other name
Kiss an old flame, shame, shame, shame

Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water

Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down

Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip

Drip, drip, drip, take me in
Drip, drip, drip, throw me out
Drip, drip, drip, put me up
Drip, drip, drip, let me down

Drip, drip, drip, take me in
Drip, drip, drip, throw me out
Drip, drip, drip, put me up
Drip, drip, drip, let me down

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Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette - Lyrics - Willie Nelson

Title: Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Tex Williams, Merle Travis

Lyric:
I'm a guy with a heart of gold
The ways of a gentleman I've been told
The kind of guy who'd never harm a flea

Me and a certain character met
Man who invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in first degree

It ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
And I don't figure it'll ruin my health
I've been smoking 'em all my life, ain't dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same
And pettin', party or a poker game
Every thing's gotta stop while I smoke that cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
Lord, you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette

Game of chance, the other night
Old dame fortune was doing me right
The Kings and Queens kept on coming round

Now I drew a full, abetted high
My bluff didn't work on a certain guy
Kept on betting, layin' his money down

He'd raise me and I'd raise him
Sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim
Finally called, then didn't raise the bet

I said, "Aces full, pal, how 'bout you?"
He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two"
Right now I'm gonna light up another cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
Oh, Lord, you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette

The other night, I had a date
With the cutest girl in the forty-eight states
Regular fancy kinda dame

Said she loved me, seemed to me
Things going the way it is supposed to be
Hand in hand, we was strolling down Lover's Lane

She's, oh, so far from a keg of ice
Our pettin' party was going nice
So help me, Hannah, I haven't been there yet

But I gave her a hug, gave her a squeeze
She said, "Cody, excuse me please
But could I palm one of your cigarettes?"

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
Now Lord, hate to make him wait
But you gotta have one more cigarette

Life ain't nothing but a poker game
No two hands quite the same
But I never saw a winner that didn't bet

So if any people tryin' to quit
I ain't gonna criticize you one bit
I'm gonna change my kind of cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
Lord you hate it to make him wait
But you gotta have one more cigarette

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Get 'Em - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: Get 'Em
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Peter Cor, Barry Reese, Bernard Taylor, Chad Simon, Sirroan Thompson

Lyric:
They ready for the kid to say lay, yeah

This the boy Cassidy man
And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man
I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment

Get 'em

My shit is the truth I get in the booth
And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth
You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof
Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose
Or shots of the yak, I got gats that could lift up a moose
Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block
Fiends scream, "I wanna rock, I wanna rock, ock"

I'm right in the curb, white and the herb
And I got a nice price on the birds, you might could get served
You come with the doe, I come with the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the dickie
The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty
You wanna get busy, come get me, I'll bury you cats
'Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass

A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine
Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean
It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine
I get the cream on the strip fucking with the fiends
So go and get your team
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green
And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean
I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean

And I might pop her off if the chick is mean
I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream
I'll let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans
And merk that ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to work that ass
And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore
Whore

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass

I'm still acting a fool, packing a tool
Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels
I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool
But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze
And I'll clap at you dudes, I ain't scrapping you dudes
I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use
I'll have cats like, "Damn yo what happened to dude?"
Listen homey, if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food

I'm back on the move, back on the grind
I'm a natural born hustler, I just happened to rhyme
Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed
But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes
Cats jacking my lines, taking my style
But there ain't no perpetrators aloud
If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial
You can hate it, I just take it and smile
Motherfucker

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Get 'em Cass
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Sick 'em

Get 'em Cass
Get 'em Cass

Get 'em Cass
Sick 'em

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J.M.'S Question - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: J.M.'S Question
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Virginia's in the bath house sayin', "Don't drink the water"
And I'm already in the swimmin' pool
The woman in the straw hat said, "The meat ain't worth eatin'"
And sunbathin' here, baby, ain't so cool

There's a hole in the ozone and the rats all got cancer
From too much tartar and nicotine
Well, what kind of world do we live in?
When the babysitter treats all the kids so mean

No trespassing will blow your brains out
Will do it with atomic bomb
They're cuttin' down the rain forest and the food here's fattenin'
And I hope there's no satanic message in this song

But, there's live aid and farm aid and all kind of hand grenades
To help us all get along
Well, what kind of world do we live in?
When everything we do turns out so wrong

Well, what kind of world do we live in?
When eleven and seven equals two, yeah
What kind of world do we live in?
When you do it to your buddy fore he does it to you
Got to do it to your buddy for he does it to you

The preacher he hands out verse and scripture
Just like he wrote it down himself
Doctors and lawyers got a good thing going
But that ain't no place to go if you need help

There's too much sodium in my heartburn medicine
And I think I need to lay down for awhile
Well, what kind of world do we live in?
When everything we do we do with such style

Well, what kind of world do we live in?
When eleven and seven equals two, yeah
What kind of world do we live in?
When you do it to your buddy for he does it to you
Got to do it to your buddy fore he does it to you

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