No Exit - Lyrics - No Exit - Blondie

Title: No Exit
Album: No Exit
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): James Mollica Destri, Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Coolio Romy Ashby, Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
There's no sin in this, getting dressed to kill
Laughing down the sun like a jackal will
With his eyes ablaze, yeah, and his lips apart
He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart

And drink it up till the morning starts
Circulate the red light mistress
Get the girls and get their sisters
Pinch em? up and give em? blisters
Kiss em? fierce with all his might forever

Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life

Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge
Waiting for me to fall but then I got a call
It said, wait hold up homie, you must be trippin?
You can't be putting that sippin? and whippin? up in your pippin'

You better stand tall, fool you was born to ball
Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all
You've been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt
Take your place in the front, put your hand on the pump

And it's right in your grasp man
I know they're laughing but you'll be laughing later
'Cuz time's are gonna get greater
You's a player and when I say player
I mean player 'cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player

Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?
Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?

Put yourself in your position
You ain't wantin? no fight no food
Ain't no want and no light
So you must be doing all right

But wait a minute, something's wrong
It's lunatic it's mad insane busted like a water main
Indulgence in another vein
What they're saying round the neighborhood
Is what he's drinking's not aged in wood

He's filling out
He's all blowed up
He's all blowed up
He's gotten fat

He's filling out
He's all blowed up
He's all blowed up
He's gotten fat

And sure enough at the midnight lounge
There's a dent in the seat where the vampire sat

Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life

Living dead is doing time
Like drowning on the circle line

Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?
Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?
Who's gonna cry over you?

Cry over you? Tell me would they lie for you?
Die for you? You're hoping that it's true for you do for you fool
But who's gonna cry? Who?s gonna cry

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No Talkin' - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: No Talkin'
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): M. Sanchez Holmes, Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Miguel L. Scott, Lee Dixon

Lyric:
Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell ya fam 'cause I'll let ya whole family feel it

Y'all punks, blood pump, fags and sissies
Hoppin' in and out of bed with niggaz
And turn around and say ya pimpin'
Man ya trippin', ask ya women
But she ain't heard, ya listenin' to the man and griffin

I don't talk, I'm bout action really
And I don't need a glass of Remy to cock back and blast the semi
Man it's in me, I'm tellin' ya, thuggin' in my bone
Get me wrong, I'ma put one off in ya dome nigga

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

I'm stuck in the gutta my nigga, life don't mean shit to me
I'm broke and my daughter cryin', and I'm lyin' to the jury
I see no hope in my future, abandoned by them folk killing me
Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got into me

I've been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep
No dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat
Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go
Folk better try to get their mind right, plus my nine bout to let go

We in the middle of the limelight, I'm bout to ride to the liquor store
We on the pills or that good weed, talk and I'll wind that trigga boom
I might ride through the hot spot, police chillin' in they plain clothes
I might pull up in the hot bar, no talks back that in them lame hoes

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

Yo, posted up in cul-de-sacs, with plastic gats and fifty packs
Niggaz they pull drastic acts, twenty stacks will get ya whacked
I touch ya with that steel, cut ya off like daffodils
Hit ya with the button, leave ya drowsy like some Benadryl

Casting gears been in the field, Ola bear share many tears
Saw her baby boy get killed, sho baby boy hella trill
Keep it G for all to see, but all don't keep it G like me
All don't see shit how I see, couldn't be in the spots I be

Everybody know Big Dukey known to act a fucking donkey
Keep a chump dumped off in the trunk, that's why it's smelling funky
MTV, don't try to 'Punk' me, leave that cracker head lumpy
Fuckin' hoes and bustin' fo's so long, they call me Humpty Dumpty

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

Ay, close ya eyes, let me take ya there
Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear
62 grams nigga, servin' straight deuces
Young nigga riding Magnum, squattin' dub deuces

Mind on my money, money on my mind
Snitch call me up, exit's on the line
For the love of these exotic cars
We'll risk it all, even time behind bars

My reality is yo nightmare
And this is my life, it's no nightmare
I ain't slept in two weeks, shit I'm paranoid
They snatched my patna up, the alphabet board

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the buildin'
Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give

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The Reflecting God - Lyrics - Antichrist Superstar - Marilyn Manson

Title: The Reflecting God
Album: Antichrist Superstar
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Trent Reznor, Marilyn Manson, Twiggy Ramirez

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Lyric:
Your world is an ashtray
We burn and coil like cigarettes
The more you cry your ashes turn to mud

It's the nature of the leeches
The virgin's feeling cheated
You've only spent a second of your life
My world is unaffected

There is an exit here, I say it is and it's true
There is a dream inside a dream
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
You'll understand when I'm dead

I went to God just to see
And I was looking at me
Saw Heaven and Hell were lies
When I'm God everyone

Die scar, can you feel my power?
Shoot here and the world gets smaller
Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller

Let's jump upon the sharp swords
And cut away our smiles
Without the threat of death
There's no reason to live at all

My world is unaffected
There is an exit here, I say it is and it's true
There is a dream inside a dream
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
You'll understand when I'm dead

I went to God just to see
And I was looking at me
Saw Heaven and Hell were lies
When I'm God everyone

Die scar, can you feel my power?
Shoot here and the world gets smaller
Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller

Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
Shoot here and the world gets smaller
Shoot, shoot, shoot motherfucker
Shoot, shoot, shoot motherfucker

Each thing I show you is a peace of my death

No salvation, no forgiveness
No salvation, no forgiveness
No salvation, no forgiveness
(I said)
No salvation, no forgiveness

No salvation, no forgiveness
(This is the idol experience)
No salvation, no forgiveness
No salvation, no forgiveness
(Forgiveness)

No salvation
(Forgiveness)
No forgiveness
(Forgiveness)

No salvation
(Forgiveness)
No forgiveness
(Forgiveness)

No salvation
(Forgiveness)
No forgiveness
(Forgiveness)

No salvation
(Forgiveness)
No forgiveness

I went to God just to see
And I was looking at me
Saw Heaven and Hell were lies
When I'm God everyone die

Die scar, can you feel my power?
Shoot here and the world gets smaller
Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller

Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
Shoot here and the world gets smaller
Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller

Shoot, shoot, shoot motherfucker
Shoot, shoot, shoot motherfucker
Shoot, shoot, shoot motherfucker
Shoot, shoot, shoot motherfucker

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Sin Of The City - Lyrics - The Wedding - Duran Duran

Title: Sin Of The City
Album: The Wedding
Artist: Duran Duran
Composer(s): Warren Cuccurullo, Simon Le Bon, Nick Rhodes, Nigel Taylor

Lyric:
Coat check girl up in happy land
Has a violent row with a Cuban man
Julio leaves in a drunken rage
Comes back with the gasoline
The club has no fire exit
The club only had one door
Only five people came out alive
The sin is that eighty-nine died

Eighty-nine dead! Eighty-nine dead!
Eighty-nine dead! Eighty-nine dead!

The sin is that a year and a half before
The fire chief's out and he's raising chain
Brands happy land hazard close down but no
No one ever paid him no mind
No one ever paid him no mind
No one ever paid him no mind
No one ever paid him no
No one ever paid him
No one ever paid him
No no no no no

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

Daily news reviews of the landlords life
Found six thousand code violations light
The city has more a hundred thousand whores
All for one of Forbes' four hundred whores

Just one fire cracker on a big bonfire
Of self serving penny pinching wise guy style
Never allowing for the human condition
Never allowing for the human condition
Never allowing for the human condition
The sin is that these guys survive

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough
City living, heavy trouble
City living rough
We are given angry heart
But angers not enough

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Z - Ain'T No ***** - Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No *****
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown - Lyrics - Bring It On: The Best Of - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown
Album: Bring It On: The Best Of
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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Listen - Lyrics - Face Off - Bow Wow

Title: Listen
Album: Face Off
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Omari Grandberry, Ronnie Jackson, Shad Moss, Jayshawn Smith

Lyric:
I?m saying my
I finally found the right girl for me
I?m saying
You my dawg
So you ain?t gotta worry about lil mama
Coming between what we do
We still homies at the end of the day, believe that

No no no, I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think, I wish he would think
Or listen to me

I got a love jones but I?m not Lorenz Tate
How would it sound if I asked you on a date?
I know a place me and you girl can get away
My z tryna talk to me forget what they say
She?ll ride for
She a down chick
Many of them chicks to the exit quick
Let the hate
They gon hate but them z can?t tell me shit
Let her meet my mama
She don?t be with all that drama
Spend bread on my broad
Cuz she know it ain?t a problem

I splurge on my lady
Hit the mall with my lady
I love my lady
I know she would never play
She moan and groaning
Make them sounds
Every time a lay that pipe down
Give it to her how she want it when she want
That grown man
Yup girl that?s my style
I finally found the right girl
Think I might wife her
My don?t like her
But girl I?m the type of
Dude that?ll do anything for his lady
Can it trust you? Yeah, that?s my lady

No no no, I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think I wish he would think
Or listen to me

Now what am I gonna do what am I gonna say
Been in this position before
Put my man up on game said I was tryna hate now he ain?t my no more
I don?t want the same thing to go down between me and Bow
We getting this money man
There?s gotta be a way to do this cause my z walking around clueless
Do I? Come right out and talk about it?
Or do I just beat around the bush about it?
Or should I, let Lil Ronnie tell him for me?
No I feel obligated that?s my homie
What would you do if you was me man?
Tell him the truth or let it be man?
I?m stuck between a rock and hard place
But I got stop my boy from getting played

No no no, I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think I wish he would think
Or listen to me

Now Bow I?m tell you from experience
(Man what?s happening)
On the real you need to gon? and give it up
(Yeah, whatever)
You been loving her trusting her keeping her
(Yeah yeah)
But she?s been playing ya replacing ya faking ya
(Man look, ah look)

Man she a real chick a down chick
She got money she ain?t tryna get rich quick
She ain?t stunting other z man it?s all about me
When I ask her ?who?s it is? she replies Bow Weazey
I heard she got a and a baby cranberry Mercedes
(Nah!)
Listen to your dawg man your girl is being shady
(What!)
Got that from a very reliable source
(O, who said that?)
Very reliable source
Man look ah just be happy for your O
Damn why you hating why don?t you go?on and get you one?
What you mad cause we dating
Dawg it ain?t like that
Bow you know I got ya back
(Act like it man)
I don?t wanna see you get played by no hood rat
What? Dawg she ain?t no hood rat!
Watch how you talk about her when it come to lil mama
Man I get down for her
I knew I shouldn?t told your, you coming at me like

No no no I don?t wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he?s too lost to know it, know it
It?s too late to tell him
He caught in that position where he won?t listen
Even if I yell it
Just tryna help before he let that river push him off into something deep
I wish he would think I wish he would think
Or listen to me

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Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No Nigga
Album: MTV Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit indeed
You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
They conniving shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin in my after life
Laugin my shit is tight
You who askin right

Aint no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(Man a they own, man a they own)

Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin me weak
Yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
You can't change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
So I run way the fuck up in em
And wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin it real jigga stay hard
Lawd don't even trip
I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get ill
-Whats the deal-

Aint no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(Man a they own, man a they own)

Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these ho's be makin me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke
But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don
Flippin weight heroin and shit
You know my pussy is all that
Thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells
So who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
On how I fuck the best a shit
Specially when Im flippin Baileys
Dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit
When you was in letters and bullshit berattas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens' up in your benz's
High post, I swear you be killin me
Playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
'Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
Your comisary stay pilin
How you livin large on the island
All them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin off with half of them checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

Aint no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(Man a they own, man a they own)

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Out In The Streets - Lyrics - No Exit - Blondie

Title: Out In The Streets
Album: No Exit
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Ellie Greenwich, Jeff Barry

Lyric:
He don't hang around with the gang no more
He don't do the wild things that he did before

He used to act bad, used to but he quit it
It makes me so sad 'cause I know that he did it for me
(Yes he did it)
And I can see his heart
(Still in the street)
His heart is out in the street

He don't comb his hair like he did before
He don't wear those dirty old black boots no more

But he's not the same
There's something 'bout his kisses it tells me he's changed
Know there's somethin' missin' inside, somethin' died
(Out in the street)
His heart, his heart is out in the street

He grew up on the sidewalk, streetlights shinin' above
He grew up with no one to love
He grew up on the sidewalk, he grew up runnin' free
He grew up and then he met me

He don't hang around with the gang no more
Gee, he doesn't smile like he did before

I wish I didn't care I wish I'd never met him
They're waitin' out there, so I got to set him free
(Wish I didn't care)
He's gotta be
(Out in the street)
His heart is out in the street

He don't hang around with the gang no more
(He's out in the street)
He don't hang around with the gang no more
(He's out in the street)
He don't hang around

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Not Givin' Up - Lyrics - NB - Natasha Bedingfield

Title: Not Givin' Up
Album: NB
Artist: Natasha Bedingfield
Composer(s): Stephen Alan Kipner, Natasha Bedingfield, Nate Hills

Lyric:
Rubbing salt in my wounds
Like it don't hurt, like it don't hurt me
Your sweet, bitter love songs
That seduce me with a sinister beat

I'm bringing out the worst in you
It was never my intention to
That was just unfair to do
Salt in my wounds
Getting burned up with the negative heat

How can I stay mad with you?
When I'm so in love with you

Oh, oh, oh
I don't know what we argue about
Oh, oh, oh
When all we do is scream and shout

I still believe in our love right now
And it's gonna work out some how
You and me, we got common ground
I'm not givin' up, no

Are you looking for a way out?
Are you looking for an exit?
It seems like all the fuss you're making
Is a sign that you're not quite sure

Well, I don't recommend you to
'Cause what we got is too good to lose
And I can tell you know it too
Or is it just aggravation? You're picking on me
You're rubbing salt in my wounds

How can I stay mad with you?
When I'm so in love with you

Oh, oh, oh
I don't know what we argue about
Oh, oh, oh
When all we do is scream and shout

I still believe in our love right now
And it's gonna work out some work
You and me, we got common ground
I'm not givin' up, no

Oh, oh, oh
I don't know what we argue about
Oh, oh, oh
When all we do is scream and shout

I still believe in our love right now
And it's gonna work out some work
You and me, we got common ground
I'm not givin' up, no

Maybe just a kind word now and then
Could turn it around and make us a happy end
But if this is it and the moment is gone
Well, then I guess I must have just got it wrong

As wise as it sounds, it just doesn't make sense
And as long as it takes, I'm gonna keep on trying
'Cause I'm not giving up on us
No, no, no, no, no, no

How can I stay mad with you?
I'm not giving up, no
When I'm so in love with you

Oh, oh, oh
I don't know what we argue about
Oh, oh, oh
When all we do is scream and shout

I still believe in our love right now
And it's gonna work out some work
You and me, we got common ground
I'm not givin' up, no

I'm not givin' up, no
I'm not givin' up, no

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No One - Lyrics - Dig - I Mother Earth

Title: No One
Album: Dig
Artist: I Mother Earth
Composer(s): Andrew Koshowski, Edwin Ghazal, Christopher Koshowski, Franz Masini

Lyric:
Shades of gray hate influence
A constant truth put into effect
The question on a dead friends face
The tragic stance he used to take
Pissed away by circumstance

A forced exit out of innocence
The right to choose stays in her head
Systematic ignorance
A politicians hand in your pants
Searching for what he don't have, that's right

Creating new obscenities
Harassed and broken down
And in an eye towards eternity
A passing glance and half a chance at sanity
Shows you things, they get away

It's all we can do, all we can do
All we can do to ride
It's all we can do, all we can do
All we can do to ride on through

No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan

Feel the signs, the jazz, the bind
Affection for a certain time
A haze of mid-life drunkenness
You're crucified for what your art says
If art is God, true art has left, art has left

No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan, no, no

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86 - Lyrics - Insomniac - Green Day

Title: 86
Album: Insomniac
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity

So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try

Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket
And quickly take the last train out of town

And stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try

There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try

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L-L-L-L-Lies - Lyrics - Diana King

Title: L-L-L-L-Lies
Artist: Diana King
Composer(s): Andy Marvel, Arnie Roman, Diana Eugena King

Lyric:
Oh why, oh why, oh why
You tell me l-l-lies, never t-t-think
That I would rea-li-li-lize
Things you say-ay-ay
I will make you fay-ay-ay-ade away
B-b-bye, b-b-bye, bye, bye, goodbye

12 o'clock last night in a club
You an' a girl do de rub-a-dub-dub
Short dress and long curly hair
Don't deny it 'cause I saw you there

Step 1, me did dede when you give her the line
Step 2, me did dede when you looked so sincere
Step 3, me did dede when you hold her close and
Tell her everything dat she won't fear

Why you play those games
Those g-g-games with me
Oh, no, no, no

Oh why, oh why, oh why
You tell me l-l-lies, never t-t-think
That I would rea-li-li-lize
Things you say-ay-ay
I will make you fay-ay-ay-ade away
So b-b-bye, b-b-bye, bye, bye
Goodbye, goodbye

12 o'clock in a the afternoon
You come around with the same old tune
Go on an' on like, say everything fine
When all the time, me know say a lie, you did a lie

Step 1, me did dede when you give her de kiss
Step 2, me two eyes as me witness
Step 3, give me me keys and exit please
Your day is done, so you better move on

Why you play those games
Those g-g-games with me
Oh, no, no, no

Oh why, oh why, oh why
You tell me l-l-lies, never t-t-think
That I would rea-li-li-lize
Things you say-ay-ay
I will make you fay-ay-ay-ade away
So b-b-bye, b-b-bye

Oh why, oh why, oh why
You tell me l-l-lies, never t-t-think
That I would rea-li-li-lize
Things you say-ay-ay
I will make you fay-ay-ay-ade
B-b-bye, b-b-bye, bye, bye

Look here, I don't want to trouble you
No, no, no, I don't think so
I don't want to trouble you

Why you do me that?
Slip out ready lies from the fact's
Tell me, why you do me that
No, no, no

Why you want to play those kind of games with me
Oh

Oh why, oh why, oh why
You tell me l-l-lies, never t-t-think
That I would rea-li-li-lize
Things you say-ay-ay
I will make you fay-ay-ay-ade away
B-b-bye, b-b-bye, b-b-bye, b-b-bye
...

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Boom Boom In The Zoom Zoom Room - Lyrics - No Exit - Blondie

Title: Boom Boom In The Zoom Zoom Room
Album: No Exit
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Denny Freeman, Kathy Valentine, Romy Ashby, Clem Burke, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Passing the match test? That's some kind of tease
'Cause everything rests on the moment
The little flame sees
Let's go boom boom in the zoom zoom room

If you get past that brief little flash
Take down my number with your pencil mustache
Play truth or dare in the light of a strike anywhere
Don't follow the fallen already lying down there

Let's go boom boom in the zoom zoom room
Boom boom in the zoom zoom room

I'll be the cause you can champion
Your scarlet companion and won't it be fine?
Keeping my head above water
I'm no farmer's daughter, no clinging vine

When we trip the light fantastic, a feeling so rare
It will follow your features aligned by the glare
Let's go boom boom in the zoom zoom room
Let's go boom boom in the zoom zoom room

I'll be the cause you can champion
Your scarlet companion and won't it be fun?
I'll keep my head above water
I'm no farmer's daughter, no clinging vine

Passing the match test and no one says
Thank you 'cause they're gone
Just as fast as a breeze

Boom boom in the zoom zoom room
Let's go boom
Boom boom in the zoom zoom room
Let's go, let's go, boom boom in the zoom zoom room

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I Wanna... - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: I Wanna...
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Christopher Sheppard, Ricardo Brown, Andrea Piskunov, Sean Singleton, Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
For all the girls you know you in the garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck
To my baby girl Denim
You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body

Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah gangsta style
Ha, check it, I wanna fuck
To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck
Young ladies, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck what so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You never stop suckin' me off for as long as I'm breakin' you off
I never go soft show you who's boss
But you got to stay wet for me to confess
That you fuck best than all the rest

See me personally murder the weed
Lovin the speed, rumble the seeds
Fuckin' and hee, funny's runnin' with me have you comin' for me
You think you special, you lunchin', you know you just me

You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right
Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and
Definitely nasty, undeniably freeze, grab me a Henney
Bow down surrender to me

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck
Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut
All over your face and on your butt
Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs
She get crazy for cocoa nuts

Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed kick over the lamp shade
Ass come equipped with an ash tray
Call me a taxi, I'm nasty
Don't be nervous, check my escort service
Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus

So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it
While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it
Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
Snake eyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis

Wild sex and me now that's monotonous
I'm man floss the rocks and shit
Quick to have your baby momma coppin' it
Baby momma coppin' it

Might as give you well till I take you home
Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan
Promise me baby that I can take you home
Take you to my room confront the freak in you
Run you through my groove, hey, that's what you wanna do

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter
I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder
I'm all about sex, gettin' pussy that's wet
Fuckin' bitches in the stretch
Ridin' to the bank, cashin' my checks

Smokin', sipping 'Zay and Mo' Wet, bitch on the left
Tellin' me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit
If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it
Just get down on the floor and strip naked

You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, I wanna fuck
No time for rap

Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, with me and my homies
I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes
I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass
Fifty five cheaters, quick ass we get ass, we get cash
And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka

This is how we do it over here nigga
Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga
I guess I got to tell them what the time they were
Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga

'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
'Cuz bitch you got some bomb ass pussy

Let's play house, what you talkin' 'bout
Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out
All the way from Philly to the dirty south
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
You talkin' me to death and I've heard enough

I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain't sayin' shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Don't wanna chat, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for rap, bitch I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon' fuck or what

You wanna chat, I wanna fuck
You wanna act, bitch I wanna fuck
No time for that, I wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, let us fuck

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Sometimes - Lyrics - Bilal

Title: Sometimes
Artist: Bilal
Composer(s): Ahmir K Thompson, Bilal Oliver, James Jason Poyser

Lyric:
This is a song that makes me
Spill out all my guts, sometimes

Sometimes, I wish I wasn't me
Sometimes, I wish I was drug free
Sometimes, wish I saw the exit sign first
Sometimes, wish I knew the truth without search

Sometimes, I wish I could go where I never been
See what I never saw, do what I never did
Or walk before I could crawl

Sometimes, I wish my eyes wasn't so red
Sometimes, I wish I had breakfast in bed
Sometimes, I mean it's worth it
Since I did all the work last night

Sometimes, you ain't good to me, yes
I am good to you and you don't see my attention
The way that I do

Sometimes, hey Slim, you should be nicer than you are
Sometimes, you take that complaining shit way too far
I mean, I thought it was cute in the beginning but now
I think you only do it 'cuz you know I hate it

Sometimes, you got me wishing I didn't have home training
Sometimes, then it wouldn't hurt me so bad
With dreams of knocking you in your head
Then it wouldn't hurt me so bad, with our kitchen knife put up your ass

Sometimes, wish I knew life with no pain, yeah
Wish I held the keys to this game
Sometimes, I pretend 'cuz I'm afraid to be, 'friad to be
Sometimes, I hope I live to see twenty five
Sometimes, I wish I could be like Moses
Round up my people, move out the ghetto and live a better life

Sometimes, I wish I didn't try so hard
Sometimes, who knows truth any way
They don't know nothing, who needs that approval

The sun in your hands player
Move at your own pace, listen to your own mind
Do your own thing, yeah, yeah
I'm saying it because I love ya
And I wanna grow with you, yeah, yeah

But you wanna run in the other direction
So I got to stay on my path until I win, I win, I win, I win
I wanna win, I wanna win, I wanna win, I wanna win

Sometimes, sing it with me I wish
I wish in love and I wish, oh I wish
I wish in peace, oh sometimes
I wish in hope, I wish hope

I wish true, I wish true
I wish clearly, hey I wish so clearly sometimes
Wish with no fear, I wish with no fear
I have no fear, I have no fear

Have no doubt I have no doubt
I don't doubt I don't doubt
Have no doubt no, I don't doubt
Have no doubt, I wish love
I wish love, hey, hey

Oh some, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes

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Immune - Lyrics - Lethal

Title: Immune
Artist: Lethal
Composer(s): Tom Mallicoat

Lyric:
You knew I wouldn't answer
When you called me yesterday
For it's getting so much harder
To carry on this way

Did you hear what happened
When I tried to make the news
I thought that we could change the world
No one wanted to

Just for a moment, I had to turn away
And find another point of view
A playback was refused

Halfway through a short life
I tried to stop in mid flight
Condemned to touch the ground
I found myself alone

There was only one exit
My flight was not detected
I just have to rewrite
My restless serenades

Just for a moment, I had to turn away
Who was supposed to feel the shame
When no one would take the blame

It doesn't feel the same
I feel no pain
The world doesn't bother me
I'm immune

Just like a prisoner
I found escape through dreaming
This world keeps turning me
With fate like carousels

I sat in my empty room
Sent out my distress signals
They never could be heard
The walls were closing in

Just for a moment, I had to turn away
Who was supposed to feel the shame
When no one would take the blame

It doesn't feel the same
I feel no pain
The world doesn't bother me
I'm immune

It doesn't feel the same
I feel no pain
The world doesn't bother me
I'm immune

Just for a moment, I had to turn away
Who was supposed to feel the shame
When no one would take the blame

It doesn't feel the same
I feel no pain
The world doesn't bother me
I'm immune

It doesn't feel the same
I feel no pain
The world doesn't bother me
I'm immune

It doesn't feel the same
I feel no pain
The world doesn't bother me
I'm immune

You knew I wouldn't answer
When you called me yesterday

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American Psycho - Lyrics - My Ruin

Title: American Psycho
Artist: My Ruin
Composer(s): Beth Tairrie, Michael Murphy, Benzaken Yael

Lyric:
This is not an exit, this is not an exit
I need to feel something, American Psycho
My confession means nothing

Abandon all hope ye who enter here
Pre-meditated calculated I can smell the fear
Don't try to tell the truth just black and blue your eyes
Graphic scenes of beauty I've become what I despise

Leaned into the light now I'm crucified
Flesh, blood, teeth, not lies
Later that night is how the story goes
Rent, rewind, return my videos

This is not an exit, this is not an exit
I need to feel something, American Psycho
My confession means nothing American Psycho
Nothing American Psycho

This is no attempt to preempt my own death
I won't kill myself and I'm not taking requests
The machine has left me scarred, scared of its insanity
I've burned too many bridges to pretend to be holy

Honesty is ugly so we don't have a deal
Flesh, blood, tongue, I'm real
Later that night is how the story goes
Rent, rewind, return my videos

This is not an exit, this is not an exit
I need to feel something, American Psycho
My confession means nothing American Psycho
Nothing American Psycho

No matter how profane, sacred or insane
Painfully preoccupied it's always still the same
The killer is inside me, don't try to take my life
I've buried all my hatchets but I've sharpened my knives
What? Fuck

This is not an exit, this is not an exit
I need to feel something, American Psycho
My confession means nothing American Psycho
Nothing American Psycho, this is not an exit

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