No More Songs For Me - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: No More Songs For Me
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Richard E. Maltby, David L. Shire

Lyric:
No more soft tears blindly shed
No more soft words blithely said
No more the soft hope in time we?d wed
No more songs for me

Love was life though my heart pled
Love was fooled and my heart fed
Love was my water, my fire, my bread
No more songs for me

No more strong arms, warmly spread
No more strong wine warm and red
No more the strong one, who warmed my bed

No more songs for me
No more songs for me

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I Ain'T Feelin' You - Lyrics - Coko

Title: I Ain'T Feelin' You
Artist: Coko
Composer(s): Cheryl Gamble, Issac Phillips, Richard Rudolph, Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Mary C Brockert, Fred Iii Jerkins

Lyric:
Dark child, Coko
Millennium, let's go, uh
Don't you want it fast, uh
Let me see you dance

Come on
Don't you want it fast?
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, uh, uh, uh, come on

You keep sweatin' me, why can't you see?
I ain't feeling you no more
Save those sad songs, boy you did me wrong
I ain't feeling you no more

You keep messing me about everything
All you wanna do is fight
If you wonder why I'm not feeling you
You should know the reason why

You had your chance, chance to be the man
You chose to be the boy
You'll be here sitting all alone
And I'll be moving on

You keep sweatin' me, why can't you see?
I ain't feeling you no more
Save those sad songs, boy you did me wrong
I ain't feeling you no more

I can't keep going through this everyday
Why can't you just stay away?
Can't believe the pain that you've put me through
Why, I'd ever get with you, whoa?

You had your time
Time to be with me
(You)
You couldn't get it right
I'm not feeling you
It's you, I choose to lose
'Cause I won't be a fool

You keep sweatin' me, why can't you see?
I ain't feeling you no more
Save those sad songs, boy you did me wrong
I ain't feeling you no more

You keep sweatin' me, why can't you see?
I ain't feeling you no more
Save those sad songs, boy you did me wrong
I ain't feeling you no more

You keep sweatin' me, why can't you see?
I ain't feeling you no more
Save those sad songs, boy you did me wrong
I ain't feeling you no more

No more, I'm not feeling you
No more, I'm not feeling you
Not feeling you no more

No more, I'm not feeling you
No more, I'm not feeling you
Not feeling you no more

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Whatcha Gonna Do - Lyrics - Foxy Brown

Title: Whatcha Gonna Do
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, Steven J. C Stanley, Tina Weymouth, Adrian Belew, Christopher Frantz, David Drew

Lyric:
Fox Five, let's go

See it ain't no party like a Fox Brown party
'Cuz a Fox Brown party don't stop but them bottles a pop
When Fox Five come through in the drop
But chinchilla on my back, it's the King, the rap

Catch us [Incomprehensible], up in Bungalow 8
Rollin' through in the cranberry SK8
And call the crew, tell 'em come to the crib
I did my time, it's all water under the bridge

I got knocked and it felt like a part of my life
But I'm back home, I'ma party tonight
Through the pool party since no one else is home
All my friends happy for me, tell me "Welcome home" and

Yeah, I know I got busted for a crime
Now I'm tryna have fun to make up for lost times
The world is mine, I'm so refocused
But I'm back this time and I'm back to grind, so

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gon' have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me
We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me

And, this is how it's 'sposed to be
No police, all night, hopefully
'Cuz we got Armadale vodka too, I got
One of my homies on the ones and twos and

The food is bangin', the hate is gone
Speakers blastin' the latest songs
And all that time they had me alone
Now I'm with my family, I'm happy I'm home and

We two steppin' 'cuz it's back in style
My friends laughin' and actin' wild
See this type of thing happens all the time
But you gotta get yours just like I'm gon' get mine

Everythin' is fine with my friends I pack a whole place in
For one day I forget the probation
I won't stop 'til the party is done
And see I'm gon' have some fun

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gon' have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me
We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me

Ain't no party like a Fox Five party
'Cuz a Fox Five party don't stop
Ain't no party like a Fox Five party
'Cuz a Fox Five party don't stop

Yeah, I made the crime but I paid the time
And from this day on, I'ma take my shine
You see I made the crime but I paid the time
And from this day on I'ma take my shine, so, yeah

I can't forgive 'em, I'm livin' my life different
I'm seein' just what I'm missin', I ain't tryna go to prison again
They got me on constant watch
But anythin' is better than to be on lock, so

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gon' have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me
We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me

What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gon' have some fun
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun

We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me
We drinkin' on the liquor 'til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me

Fox Brown, Fox Brown
Fox Brown, Fox Brown
Fox Brown, Fox Brown

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Breathing In - Lyrics - Downhere

Title: Breathing In
Artist: Downhere
Composer(s): Jason Ronald Wil Germain, Marc A. Martel

Lyric:
Death is no conflict, for those who do belong
The very last life breath, starts a brand new song
Promised to find, what I?ve been looking for
I guess then we will meet right at Heaven?s door

As I wander the streets of gold
Talked to all the friends I?ve known, yeah
We?ll go adore the Master King
Then only then, I?ll be breathing in

Breathing at Heaven's door

For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain
When I leave this earth, I?m not coming back again
So I wear this life like a dirty coat
Give up my tattered threads when I cross the moat, yeah

As I wander the streets of gold
Talked to all the friends I?ve known, yeah
We?ll go adore the Master King
Then only then, I?ll be breathing in

Breathing at Heaven's door

Life has no conflict for those who do belong
This very moment can start whole new songs
When I pass through die, as we all shall do
I?m gonna fall at the feet of the one who created me and you

As I wander the streets of gold
I've talked to all the friends I?ve known
We?ll go adore the Master King
Then only then, I?ll be breathing in

Breathing at Heaven's door
I'll be breathing in
I'll be breathing in, hey yeah

Only peace, no disease, no more rain
No more pain, no more tears, no more fears
Breathing in

Only peace, no disease, no more rain
No more pain, no more tears, no more fears
Breathing in

Only peace, no disease, no more rain
No more pain, no more tears, no more fears
Breathing in

Only peace, no disease, no more rain
No more pain, no more tears, no more fears
Breathing in

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Stay - Lyrics - My Own Way - Jay Sean

Title: Stay
Album: My Own Way
Artist: Jay Sean
Composer(s): Alan John Sampson, Jay Sean

Lyric:
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Hear what I'm saying, yeah, ask her one more time
If she's stayin' then stay, if she goin' go
Fighting, arguing, hyping, no
That's all long like going go

Forget the knock, knock, knocking
Making a scene all neighbors are clockin'
You need to take control make her know
If she don't open up the door you're bopping

Honestly, if she ain't on it then long it
Make her know who the is boss like Norwich
Come like she don't know mans credentials
She must want man to run off like sonic

The likkle man hyping and fighting is long
Make her know from now that you just ain't on it
Tell her, don't get it wrong, just try get along
If not bounce to your show in Norwich

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Yo, you need to start acting colder
For no reason, she's giving you the cold shoulder
But when you don't answer the door
She starts investigating' like Scully and Molder

If she said it's over then it's over
Tell her she's lucky like a four leaf clover
But you keep on ringing her Nokia
Worst thing 'bout it, she's on Voda

Don't call her, don't ring back
Get your car and your diamond ring back
Look how many songs you've sang for the girl
And she can't book studio time and sing back, leave her

Get your old ting back
I don't know why you even started to link that
You need to listen to me jammer, chips and frisk
Forget the beef, allow the big Mac

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

If she's saying she don't wanna stay no more
Creep downstairs lock the door
You can't have it but don't panic
Two days alone she won't manage

Yo, what gwarn for girls these days
Like say we can't get girls these days
One likkle passa, two likkle problems
Third time 'round you have to beg them to stay, no

You need to 'low it
Remind her who wears the trousers
These women forgetting their roles
Tell her I said no, you roll them pole

She sees the reaction when you do shows
Females flexing like their brainless
Fame, its' not like your nameless
P.S. do not forget you're famous

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Yo, why do girls always wanna talk about leaving?
She says, she's gone again
And this time she's gone much further than Ealing
Don't watch that she'll be gone by the evening

Don't hold your breath 'cause you might stop breathing
And if she's part of the plan then what you achieving
Girls only leave 'cause they can't take deceiving
After she's got what she wants and she packs up her bags
And opens the door and talks about breezing

That's why I'm colder at the door, girls wanna war like freezing
Get that cash money get them G's in
Get you cars dry know what you're dealing
Don't try to propose when you're kneeling
'Cause your heart will need a lot more than healing

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

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Radio Stars - Lyrics - Bizzar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Radio Stars
Album: Bizzar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
{Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach
The pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even
The most deplorable examples of the underground music scene
To attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavors
In a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large
Behold, the metamorphosis}

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough
We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes
I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
We'll do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, let's go
It's time we change our shit up to get what we need, come on

Uh, radio play
Yo! yo! Come on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and hide me, hide me
Cat black, I'm gonna grow one, gold one
Club cat, you want them old ones, old ones
Black, black, look at that lady go, lady go
Look at me, I'm on the radio, radio
Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, throw it away
Give up, give us the radio play, radio play

What? hey! what? what? what? hey! what?
What? what? hey
What? hey! what? what? what? hey! what?
What? what? hey
[Incomprehensible]

{The pathetic attempts never cease
The moronic musical onslaught continues to insult
The intelligence of the savvy consumer
How much more can an audience be asked to endure?}

Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened?
They always told us that we sucked at rapping
Well I don't know how to play a guitar
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star
I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground
I want the ten millions fans sell out radio flavor sound
Even though we'll be played next summer
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a Hummer
Here we go, oh my God

Joey fell in love with a college girl
She had a backpack and a pony tail
She said her name was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on
I can even sing one of these faggot songs
I can wear checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your radio dial
Toby fell in love with a college

{The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey
Through the music business
Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last
Their strides towards musical success
Are little more than a stumble into complete failure}

That was bullshit, what the fuck? You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at least I tried though
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. why?
Can you sing? No, neither can I
If we're gonna be radio stars, we at least gotta try

Remix, uh, remix, clown boy, uh, feel me
Touch me, clown boy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio
I wanna lick you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet
I wanna make love, between the sheets

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the phone long
I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck

{After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play
Finally the two dim witted idiots
Decided to stay with the wicked shit for life}

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U Not Like Me - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: U Not Like Me
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

Niggaz wanna shine like me, rhyme like me
Then walk around with a 9 like me
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50, save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
You heard that? That mean run
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin' cocktail at your car

From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I can go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth, spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hoes be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn,won't learn

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Moma said,
"Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan"
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, 'cause I don't fear man
'Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin'
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with two doors

32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'm the one

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block,you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me? You wanna know me?
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin' in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blow

I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you know
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin' starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin' you watchin' me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Not like me
We've got nothin' in common

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Invisible - Lyrics - Songs About Girls - Will I Am

Title: Invisible
Album: Songs About Girls
Artist: Will I Am
Composer(s): Jean Baptiste, Mike Mchenry, Caleb Speir, William Adams, Joshua Singleton, George Pajon

Lyric:
And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

My lady got me goin' crazy 'cos we be havin' problems
And I think that she ready to go away
Where she could be happy 'cause we be steady arguin'
And I can't really take it no more, no, no

Too much of fussin' and fightin' and she used to be so excitin'
And now it's just not invitin' no mo'
Now, baby, why even bother
If we can't help one another over

And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

She can't see me, hey, she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no, she can't see me
(I'm invisible)

She can't see me, hey she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no, she can't
(I'm invisible)

My lady don't even be listenin', I be tryin' to tell her
But she says she can't take it no mo'
Because she can't really handle it, love is somethin' scandalous
I just let her walk out the door, whatever

Whatever happens was meant to be
So why don't we simply stop playin' games mentally
(Games, games, games)
Whatever we did or didn't, let's hurry up and just get it over

And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

She can't see me, hey, she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no, she can't see me
(I'm invisible)

She can't see me, hey, she can't see me
The girl can't see me, no she can't

I'm invisible, I'm invisible, I'm invisible, I got no visual
I be talkin', she be walkin', walkin' with her eyes closed
Tryna get her attention, does she see me? No, she don't

I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I be yellin' in her face but she don't even notice
I be speakin', she be creepin', creepin' with her eyes closed
Check her out, there she goes, creepin' with her eyes closed

But it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so
(I'm invisible)

And we try to fix it up but it's too late
Let's give up, had enough, no more mistakes
Here we go, here we go
'Cause you can't see where I'm comin' from, I feel so invisible

I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm invisible

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So Sick - Lyrics - Todd Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: So Sick
Album: Todd Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): John Bettis, Cristales Dulio, Shaffer Smith, Erik Hermansen, Steve Porcaro, Mikkel Erikson

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Lyric:
T M, who me? My name is L

First of all you a banger, straight up and down
I?m seeing minks on your hangers
I know your mama told you don?t talk to strangers
That leads to dangerous situations but I can?t be patient

You need communication, appreciation
Respecting your style instead of talking all wild
One smile you daydreaming of walking the aisle
In the water bed rolling around in the money pile

Baby, my format is not to be a doormat
But I still pull your chair out at the table and all that
Touch your back softly whatever it cost me
Time, money, and energy, you will remember me

Gotta change my answering machine, now that I'm alone
'Cuz right now it says that we, can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense, 'cuz you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore

(It's ridiculous)
It's been months
And for some reason I just
(Can't get over us)
And I'm stronger than this

(Enough is enough)
No more walkin 'round
With my head down
I'm so over being blue
Cryin' over you

And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calendar I have
That's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary

I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio? Oh

(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Don't make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
I'm letting go, turning off the radio

I'ma keep you equipped in all of the best whips
Pay attention to detail even your lipstick
Give compliments when your pedicures switch
When we're on the mattress you won't care if I'm rich

I'll love you deeply, whisper sweetly
Even when you critique me you could still reach me
Beats me why you sweeter than a peach be
One bite and love sugar for the whole night

You'll be aight, you rolling with the Elvis of rap
Come on move your pelvis and throw it back
I know it's forward and it sounds a little blunt
But love, money, respect, whatever, pick what you want

That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)

Said I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)

And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
(Why can't I turn off the radio?)
Why can't I turn off the radio?

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Us Forces - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Us Forces
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Peter Garrett, James Moginie

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Lyric:
US Forces gives the nod
It's a setback for your country
Bombs and trenches all in rows
Bombs and threats still ask for more

Divided world the CIA
Say who control the issue
You leave us with no time to talk
You can write your own assessment

Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing

Will you know it when you see it
High risk children dogs of war
Now market movements call the shots
Business deals in parking lots
Waiting for the meat of tomorrow

Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing

Everyone is too stoned to start emission
People too scared to go to prison
We're unable to make decisions
Political party line don't cross that floor
L. Ron Hubbard can't save your life
Super boy takes a plutonium wife
In the shadow of ban the bomb we live

Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing

Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing

Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big
We can wait no longer, wait no longer, wait no longer

We're waiting
We're waiting
We're waiting

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Aunt Dot - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Aunt Dot
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer

What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes

Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose
And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit
Then she handed me the note, here, read this

I just stared her up and down
'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz"

"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her"

"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol
And tomorrow is her first violin recital
And she would be more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later"

Damn, what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'

'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future
To bring back your head like Medusa

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
And dress like me and look like me

And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin' me for money, day in, day out
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha

C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.
I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine
C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies

Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock
Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls

Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus

I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean

You know what? I like you, little big person
Rule number one, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know about that?
You too young for that, when I was your age

I woulda got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot
So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two

"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
Why these bitches buggin' out
I mean, what's this all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy

They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store

I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
Through her in my backseat

Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah, they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just pray I come home

And when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex

And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be continued

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

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The Best Of Me - Lyrics - Beautiful Ballads & Love Songs - Barry Manilow

Title: The Best Of Me
Album: Beautiful Ballads & Love Songs
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): David Foster, Richard Marx, Jeremy Lubbock

Lyric:
So many years gone still I remember
How did I ever let my heart believe
In one who never gave enough to me?

And so many years gone, love that was so wrong
And I can't forget the way it used to be
And how you change the taste of love for me

You were my one more chance I never thought I'd find
You were the one romance I've always known in my mind
No one will ever touch me more and I only hope that in return
I might've saved the best of me for you

And we'll have no ending, no, no, if we can hold on
And I think I've come this far because of you
Could be no other love but ours will do

You were my one more chance I never thought I'd find
You were the one romance I've always known in my mind
No one will ever touch me more and I only hope that in return
I might've saved the best of me for you

No one will ever touch me more and I only hope that in return
No matter how much we have to learn
I've saved the best of me for you

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Last Call - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Last Call
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Ken Lewis, Michael Perretta, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muh'fucker
Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking room
'Cause they don't fucking
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast motherfucker

And I am
(Here's to The Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Mr Rocafella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
So get your ass up off the bar

The all around the world, Digital Underground, Pac
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my fifteen seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game

Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Rocafella's only niggaz that help

My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air here
They say he bourgie, he big headed
Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is

Flow infectious, give me ten seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's funny how wasn't nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus

And I am
(Here's to The Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Mr Rocafella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
So get your ass up off the bar

Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes, sir
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes, sir
Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest
But all they got left is this guy called West

Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def
Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and, ooh
It come out sweeter than old Sadie

Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
Girl, he had with him, ass coulda' won the horse awards
And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye
I'm almost Raymond

Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryin' to shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme

Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
I use it as my gas so they say that I'm gassed
But without it I'd be last so I ought to laugh

So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked twenty thousand people, I was just on tour, nigga

I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars

I went to the malls and I balled too hard
Oh, my God, is that a black card?
I turned around and replied, why, yes
But I prefer the term African American Express

Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to
Killin y'all, niggaz, on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips

And I am
(Here's to The Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Mr. Rocafella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
So get your ass up off the bar
Last call for alcohol, for my niggaz

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One More Chance - Lyrics - Songs About Girls - Will I Am

Title: One More Chance
Album: Songs About Girls
Artist: Will I Am
Composer(s): William Adams, Fernando Garibay

Lyric:
Take me back
Take me back
Take me back

Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
(Take me back)

(One more chance)
This time around I?ll get it all I know
(One more chance)
Let me undo what I've done before
(One more)

Girl I been lovin? you like la la la
But it been hittin? you like blah blah blah
We've been going back and forth like volleyball
Battlin' each other like Gallactica

Girl our love could be spectacular
But we crash like vehicular
Homicide, I know why you?re sick of her
Brother what tricks that?s quick will trick on ya

I know you want more but you
You want a good to stick with ya
I?ll stick with ya and perfect my love
I?ll protect ya girl if you give me just

(One more chance)
This time around I'll get it all I know
(One more chance)
Let me undo what I've done before
('Cause I don't want to go)
Another day, another lonely night
(And I don?t want to be)
In this world without you in my life
(One more chance)

(This time around)
Baby protect the love
(This time around)
Baby protect the love
(Love)
Baby protect the love

(This time around)
Gotta get it right
(This time around)
Gotta get it right

Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me
Love you all day, all day
Remix the love in a new way, new way
Put it on, put it on replay, replay
Spinnin' 'round and ?round like a DJ, DJ

Forever and ever and always
Our endeavor got me Sure like Al B
Yesterday got to feelin? a little salty
Girl I promise I'm gonna love ya love ya all the way

Til the end, l-o-v-e end
Girl I?m serious, no more pretendin?
I receive all the love you?re sendin?
I give my all if you give me just

(One more chance)
This time around in time a different flow
(A new romance)
We?ll do things we?ve never done before
('Cause I don't want to do)
The same mistakes that I made yesterday
(I love you)
I really love you baby
I really love you baby

(Love)
Baby protect the love
(This time around)
Baby protect the love
(Love)
Baby protect the love

(This time around)
Better get it right
(This time around)
Better get it right

This time around
This time around
This time around
This time around
I promise baby I?ll rearrange it
I?ll remix it, no more same

This time around
This time around
This time around
Check it out now

Your friends girl, they?re just haters
They just think that I?m a player
They don?t see that love is greater
If not now, than maybe later

?Cause endlessly you know on the sleeve
You will see my l-o-v-e will be
Strong until the end
Baby give me

(One more chance)
This time around I'll get it all I know
(One more chance)
Just let me undo what I've done before
('Cause I don't want to go)
Another day, another lonely night
(And I don?t want to be)
In this world without you in my life

One more chance
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

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Nature'S Shine - Lyrics - Nature

Title: Nature'S Shine
Artist: Nature
Composer(s): N Jones, J Baxter, J C Olivier, S Barnes

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Lyric:
Queensbridge, 41st side
Yo yo yo

I gots no birth records, no next of kin
Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends
Know the weather checkin ten-ten winds a.m
First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose 'cause you gon' lose
I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
Keep showin y'all what difficult is
Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses
Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
Keep the glock by the intestines, 38 waist
Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes
Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes
Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood
And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food
Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain
I rap for math, english, even rap for science
Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets
It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex
New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
Rappin got me two proper nuts
It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach
White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates
Creamed out, dope stashin
For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts
Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops
Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed
Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
I watch the game like it's Saint John's
It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs
Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure
Once I quit, niggas wanted more
Cop my shit once it come in store
The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts
One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

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Nature Shines - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Nas

Title: Nature Shines
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): N Jones, J Baxter, J C Olivier, S Barnes

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Lyric:
Queensbridge, 41st side
Yo yo yo

I gots no birth records, no next of kin
Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends
Know the weather checkin ten-ten winds a.m
First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose 'cause you gon' lose
I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
Keep showin y'all what difficult is
Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses
Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
Keep the glock by the intestines, 38 waist
Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes
Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes
Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood
And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food
Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain
I rap for math, english, even rap for science
Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets
It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex
New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
Rappin got me two proper nuts
It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach
White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates
Creamed out, dope stashin
For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts
Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops
Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed
Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
I watch the game like it's Saint John's
It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs
Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure
Once I quit, niggas wanted more
Cop my shit once it come in store
The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts
One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

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Sing For The Moment - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Sing For The Moment
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers, Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Steven Tyler

Lyric:
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearin'
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearin'
To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
Alone in his own zone cold and he don't care
He's a problem child what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants two rags and a stockin' cap
His step father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose this house is a broken home
There's no control he just lets his emotions go
(C'mon)

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is danger intertwine it with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy only have one homey
Only this gun lonely 'cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can be great or even worse they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew don't hesitate to produce air guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me off these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen to me religiously
So I'm signin' cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace this shit doesn't make sense, Pete
It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers of course this shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
We just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me
(Sing)
Sing for the year
(Sing)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear
(C'mon)
Sing with me just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

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