Oh, How The Years Go By - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Oh, How The Years Go By
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Simon Crispin Climie, Will Jennings

Lyric:
In our times of trouble we only had ourselves, nobody else
No one there to save us, we had to save ourselves

And when the storms came through
They found me and you back to back together
And when the sun would shine
It was yours and mine, yours and mine forever

And oh, how the years go by
And oh, how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry as the years go by

There were times we stumbled, they thought they had us down
We came around, yeah
How we rolled and rambled, we got lost, we got found
Now we're back on solid ground, yeah

We took everything
All our times would bring in this world of dangers
'Cause when your heart is strong
You know you're not alone in this world of strangers

Oh, how the years go by
Oh, how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry as the years go by

And if we lose our way any night or day
Well, we'll always be where we should be
I'm there for you and I know you're there for me

Oh, how the years go by
And oh, how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry as the years go by

Oh, how the years go by
And oh, how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry as the years go by

Oh, how the years go by
Oh, how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry as the years go by
As the years go by

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Detroit City - Lyrics - Dolly Parton

Title: Detroit City
Artist: Dolly Parton
Composer(s): Danny Dill, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
You know last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sisters and brothers
And I dreamed about a love who's been waiting there so long

I wanna to go home, I wanna to go home
Oh, how I wanna go home

My kinfolks think I'm big in Detroit City
From all the letters that I write, they think I'm fine
By day I make the cars but by night I make all the bars
Oh, if only they'd just read between the lines

They'd know I wanna to go home, I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna go home

You know I rode a freight train north to Detroit City
And after all these years I find I've just been wasting my time
Think I'll put my foolish pride on a southbound train and ride
Head on back to the loved ones I left waiting there behind

I wanna to go home, I wanna to go home
Oh, how I wanna go home
I wanna to go home, I wanna to go home
Oh, how I wanna go home

I wanna to go home, yes, I wanna to go home
Oh, how I wanna go home
I wanna to go home, yes, I wanna to go home
Oh, how I wanna go home

I wanna to go home

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Detroit City - Lyrics - Dean Martin

Title: Detroit City
Artist: Dean Martin
Composer(s): Danny Dill, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city
And I dreamed about those cotton fields at home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother
I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long

I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home

At home folks think I'm big in Detroit city
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only they could read between the lines

You know I rode a freight train north to Detroit city
After all these years I find that I've just been wasting my time
So I just think I'll take my foolish pride put on a southbound train and ride
And go on back to the loved ones the ones that I've left waiting so far behind

I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home

I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home

I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home
I want to go home

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Hotter &Amp; Hotter - Lyrics - Henry Rollins

Title: Hotter &Amp; Hotter
Artist: Henry Rollins
Composer(s): Jim Wilson, Marcus Blake, Jason Mackenroth, Wayne Kramer, Henry Rollins

Lyric:
Yea, I'm running hot, I'm running hot
I'm running hotter, and hotter, and hotter

As the years go by, I can't deny
The flame that burns inside me
Many times I wonder, why I still act the same way?
Something burning inside
I get hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter

Got green lights standing in my way
Hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, oh yeah

I refuse, and I refuse to standing around being abused
I'm already gone when you turn your head
Don't point your finger of blame
You see me burning like the sun in your eyes
And you want to slow down but I just have to fly

I'm hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter
As the days go on, man, yeah
Hotter and hotter, as the days go on
Year after year, after year, after year
I'm on fire, you can't stop me

No need, no need to ever burn out
I'm scorching and torching
Got no time for front porching

Hotter and hotter, and hotter
And hotter, and hotter, and hotter
Hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter
And hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter

The days go on and the years go by
And I'm hotter and hotter and flying on by
Better looking less of same
I'm on my way to up the road to the next thing

You see me burning hotter and hotter
And the years go by, you wonder to yourself
How come that man hasn't burned out?
Don't ask me, why? Got [Incomprehensible] in front of me

I'm getting hotter and hotter, you see
Hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, oh yea
Hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, you see
Hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, you see

Gasoline for breakfast, napalm for lunch
Hotter and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter
Yea, yea, yea

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Holding Back The Years - Lyrics - Angie Stone

Title: Holding Back The Years
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Michael Hucknall, Neil Moss

Lyric:
Ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
Oh yeah, uh huh

Listen, holding back the years
Thinking about the fear I've had so long
Will somebody here listen
Listen to the fear that's gone

Strangled by the wishes I begged for
Hoping for the unmade for
To get to me the sooner or later
Oh Lord

Ooh, holding back the years
Chance for me to escape from all I know
And uh, holding back the tears yeah
'Cause nothing here is wrong, oh Lord

I've wasted all my tears, yeah
(Ain't no reason, no)
Wasted all those years
(Too many, too many, they just go by)
Nothing had the chance to be good, no, no
Nothing ever could, oh, no

But I'll keep holding on
(Gotta keep holding on)
I'll keep holding on
(Never let go no, no, no)
I'll keep holding on
(Gotta keep holding on)
I'll keep holding on

Take your time, take your time
Suga', take your time, take your time
Take your time, take your time
Suga', take your time, take your time

Oh, now I've wasted all my tears
Wasted all those, those lonely, lonely years
Nothing had the chance to be good
Nothing ever could

I'll keep holding on
(Gotta keep holding on)
I'll keep holding on
(Never let go no, no, no)
I'll keep holding on
(Gotta keep holding on)
I'll keep holding on
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Gotta just keep, keep
Keep holding on
No matter how tired
Gotta just keep, keep
Keep pressing on

As weary as it may seem
As weary as it may seem
As weary as it may seem
As weary as it may seem

Think it's a love song
Pull back, pulsate
Gonna keep holding on
Never, never, never let go
Oh yeah, I'll keep holding on

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Bricks 4 The High - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Bricks 4 The High
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Jim Jones, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money
I can get money doin' anything

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
What you nigga's wanna order?

Oh six' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth, don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down and the rest goin' for the high

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I sound like the shit these niggaz is talkin'
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm fuckin' wit em

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I got houses in different continents, nigga
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, so I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work ain't even gotta touch

My money come in stacks and I know just how to get it, man
A low profile, might be ridin' a Honda Civic, man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha Carribeans
They come from 'cross the water
Masked, taped to my Europeans
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block wit a profit

For you nigga's that like to pop, you know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters
Have you spinnin' like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Niggas get a million dollars and think they gettin' it?
Nigga, I made my first million when I was a teenager

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Jones, Capo, Dipset, them niggas know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's couches
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin'

Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's
Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's
I'm so icy and I think they like me

Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my white tee
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin'
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'

Aye, Jim Jones
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
And when the show's slow, I cook extra blow

Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough
Keep the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco
I can make it get stiff like dead people
Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg beater

And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket fare
Residue on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear
I can beat it like my, I treat the dope like Tina

And I beat it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

You see how I get down wit the get down
Nigga, I got a car for every day of the week
And two other cars for the weekends
Nigga, fuck is wrong wit you?

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga
I can sell whatever I wanna sell
I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was easy
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it

I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin'
In five years I started that shit
Sold my part for thirty million
And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now

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Ten Years Time - Lyrics - Gabrielle

Title: Ten Years Time
Artist: Gabrielle
Composer(s): Louisa Gabriella Bobb, Jonathan Shorten

Lyric:
Do you have a vision?
Do you have a goal?
I'm watching you shrugging your shoulders
Telling me you just don't know

Do you get emotional?
Is there something you're passionate about?
I can tell that you're still searching
Still trying to work it all out

It takes time, take your time
Mm, mmm, you will know when it feels right

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right?

When you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right in your life?

What would you fight for?
For what do you stand?
And how would you go about it?
And do you have a master plan?

What are you, demons?
How much for your soul?
Have you found religion
And gone down that road?

I guess, we all need something to believe
Oh, ooh, oh, times haven't changed, that's how it's got to be

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right? Yeah, yeah

When you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right?
We're talking about your life

Are you a dreamer?
Tell me all your dreams
Can you say honestly
What you want to be?

What would you do
When your back's against the wall?
Would you stand on your two feet?
Would you admit defeat?

These are the times we need to be strong
Don't you know? Don't you know that it's hard?
But we learn, we find a way
We got to find away to carry on

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right? Yeah, yeah

And when you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right?
We're talking about your life, your life

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right? Yeah, yeah

And when you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right?
We're talking about your life, your life

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
(Ten years time)
Will you be all right?
(Ten years time)
Tell me will you get it right?
Get it right? Yeah

Where you gonna to be in ten years time?
(Ten years time)
Will you be happy with the way
That you're living your life?
(Ten years time)
Do you feel it'll be all right?
Be all right?

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
(Ten years time)
Will you be all right?
(Ten years time)
Tell me will you get it right?
Get it right?
Yeah

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5 Boroughs - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: 5 Boroughs
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Ryan Corwin, William Broady, Cameron Giles, Jeremy A Graham, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Joseph Ward Simmons, Albert Johnson, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Kenyatta S Blake, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack er, Cercle Rouge KRS-One
Droppin' on 'em like this, pick it up, pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture, you know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn't belong here?
Have you forgotten how we got to this place?
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race?

If you don't teach me my culture, I don't know who I am
I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I'm robbin' and killin' I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy, my mother into a whore

Now I'm hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin' us, rapin' us and robbin' us
400 years of that's what's inside of us

Take a look at me now I'm really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife
But to heal it will take my whole life

I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
'Cause who could be so cruel like this?
So heartless, so senseless?

But I'm taught by the devil
To grow up and be a devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagoras, Ptolemies, Socrates, these people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology

Even the concept of democracy stolen from the King Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane

The board of education can't see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back, give me my culture
But you don't understand that 'cause you a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out, you know what I am about

'Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you've got to pay attention
At how you livin' hardcore

You ain't a kid anymore grow up
To blow up the spot you're at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin' in rap
KRS-One I got your back

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France, all the graffiti artists
We like to break dance to the MC, yes, you know that's me
KRS-One down with the BDP

From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that

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Time And Time Again - Lyrics - Hughes Turner Project

Title: Time And Time Again
Artist: Hughes Turner Project
Composer(s): Glenn Hughes, Joe Turner

Lyric:
Lately you've been on my mind
Been so long I don't know why
I guess some memories never fade, oh no

We were young and falling fast
We believed that love would last
Whatever happened to the plans we made

I remember the day we met
How we laughed in the the rain
Some things you just can't forget
When you still feel the pain

Oh why, why did we let it go?
I guess, I'll never know
How the story ends
Oh I, no matter what I do
I'll always think of you
Time and time again

You went your way, I went mine
Not really sure, what we would find
Funny how our lives have turned around, oh

Thought I saw you on the screen
We were always chasing dreams
I hope that love never lets you down, oh no

There's so many years gone by
Way down the line
And I'm always by your side
Here in my mind

Oh why, why did we let it go?
I guess, I'll never know
How the story ends
Oh I, I will remember you
And all that we've been through
Time and time again, oh yeah

I remember the day we met
Do you still feel the same?
Sometimes you just can't forget
When you still feel the pain

Oh I will always wonder why?
We are here to say goodbye
How the story ends
Oh, no matter what I do
I'll always think of you
Time and time again

Oh I, no matter what I do
I'll always think of you
Time and time again, oh

Time and time again
Do you remember when?
Oh, yeah, yeah
Time and time again

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Heart To Heart - Lyrics - Kenny Loggins

Title: Heart To Heart
Artist: Kenny Loggins
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins, David Foster, Michael Mcdonald

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Lyric:
You ain't crazy, I ain't gonna lie anymore
What you're feelin', there's a reason for
I wanna do right, oh, I gotta do right
Do I love you? Oh, you know I've tried
But what you're after, you can't find in my eyes
I wanna do right

Darlin', tell the truth, don't turn away
This is our last chance
To touch each others hearts

Does anything last forever?
I don't know, maybe we're near the end
So darlin' oh, how can we go on together
Now that we've grown apart
Well, the only way to start
Is heart to heart

One by one, we're collecting lies
When you can't give love, you give alibis
Now, I'm gonna do right, this time I gotta do right
I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna say goodbye
But sooner or later, there comes a time
When you gotta do right, come on, come on

Darlin', tell the truth, don't turn away
From this final chance
To touch each others hearts

Does anything last forever?
I don't know, maybe we're near the end
So darlin' oh, how can we go on together
Now that we've grown apart
Well, the only way to start
Is heart to heart

(Why are you so torn apart?)
I need a little more lovin' in my heart
(People say that love will grow)
So how was I to know
Love that's come through years and years
Can't find a way back home, anymore

Darlin', tell me the truth, don't turn away
This is our final chance
To touch each others hearts

Does anything last forever?
I don't know, maybe we're near the end
So darlin' oh, how can we go on together
Now that we've grown apart
Well, the only way to start
Is heart to heart

Does anything last forever?
I don't know, maybe we're near the end
So darlin' oh, how can we go on together
Now, that we've grown apart
Well, the only way to start
Is heart to heart

I know the only way to start
This time is heart to heart

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Life On The Street - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Life On The Street
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): W Jennings, J Sample

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Lyric:
Mass hysteria, illusion, widespread across the world
Riots are reported in London and the United Nations
Is calling for an emergency meeting

Ayo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act

Oh, his chain is phat, fuck that, snatch that, flash the gat
When really all I wanted to do was rap, one two y'all
I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
Cla clack take that, catch a heart attack

I am the illest MC on the streets today
But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
But I say I destroy crews like an AK
Well okay, please explain why you talk this way

'Cause you can sell a million records and be wack, word up
You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
On the internet in front of the whole nation

In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
And no love, that's how it is when you a thug
If push comes to shove I rise above
And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Me and my peeps on the creep, deep like sleep
Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
The more I try to get out, the more I realize I can't
So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant

The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
And yeah I heard your story, you fuckin' niggas bore me
On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory

You ask Joe, you sad as John Doe
You can fool some heads but the real niggas know, word up
Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
I got one question for you, how that shit feel?

You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
My grandmother got more skill
My man A+ put the bug in my ear
But don't make me open that door and have to go there
Because

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Truthfully, I went from havin' nothing to eat, to eatin' a feast
I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
I went from a twenty four hour a day crime wave
To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid

And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
And if you don't ask somebody on the street
But Murray never worry, the girls love me very
Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry

Total captivation, domination with conversation
That'll be talked about by the younger generation
Remedial MCs always implement violence
That's because they ain't got no talent

So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
Nevertheless, fuck who's bein' the best
More small rappers unite for world peace, word up
And take back our streets, yo

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

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Detroit City - Lyrics - George Jones

Title: Detroit City
Artist: George Jones
Composer(s): Danny Dill, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna go home

Last night I went
To sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about
The cotton fields and home

I dreamed about my mother
Dear old Papa, sister and brother
And I dreamed about that girl
Who's been waiting for so long

I wanna go home
I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna go home

Home folks think
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write
They think I'm fine

But by day, I make the cars
And by night I make the bars
If only they could read
Between the lines

'Cause you know I rode the freight train
North to Detroit City
And after all these years I find
I've just been wasting my time

So I think
I'll take my foolish pride
And put it on
A Southbound freight and ride

And go on back
To the loved ones
The ones, I left behind

I wanna go home
I wanna go home
Oh, how I wanna go home

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Z - The Bounce - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - The Bounce
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Just point out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeah
Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga ya, listen

Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic'
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero

Now it's a whole museum of Hov' Mcers
Everybody dupin' the flow you see 'em
Everybody loopin' up soul
It's like you tryin' to make 'The Blueprint 2 before Hov'

Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kan-Yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance they get
Like oh shit, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin'
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible

Point out the bounce
And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga
Uhh, I got y'all

For those that think Hov' fingers bling blingin'
Even haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is and singled that out
To be the meanin' of what he is about

And bein' I'm about my business, not minglin' much
Runnin' my mouth that shit kept lingerin'
But no dummy that's the shit I'm sprinklin'
The album width to keep the registers ringin'

In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin' baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby

Business mind of a Ross Perot
But never lost my soul
Crossed the line
I bought pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin' them O's like a real
O.G should oh, he's good, no he would
Never sell out he's so young

Point out the bounce
And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, jeah

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread man even said, "You're a monster"

Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C, O.G, Bobby Johnson's son

Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?
I seen MTV I know who you are
You did takeover did you got beef with Nas?"
I did take over the game, brought back the soul

I got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I got's the flow
And I don't play 'coz I'm from Chicago

And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga

Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce

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Twenty Years Ago - Lyrics - Kenny Rogers

Title: Twenty Years Ago
Artist: Kenny Rogers
Composer(s): Dan Tyler, Wood Newton, Michael I. Noble, Michael Spriggs

Lyric:
It's been a long time since I walked through this old town
But, oh, how the memories start to flow
And there's the old movie house, they finally closed it down
You could find me there every Friday night twenty years ago

I worked the counter at the drugstore down the street
But nobody's left there I would know
On Saturday mornings that's where all my friends would meet
You'd be surprised what a dime would buy twenty years ago

All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
Oh, it almost seems like yesterday, where do the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago

I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But he joined the army back in 1964
How could we know he would never come back twenty years ago

All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
Oh, it almost seems like yesterday, where do the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago

Oh, it almost seems like yesterday twenty years ago

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Feels Good (Remix) - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Feels Good (Remix)
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Allen Barry Gordon, Carl Wheeler, Tim Christian, Vincent Brown, Nastacia Kendall, Dwayne Wiggins, Anthony Criss, Raphael Saadiq, Joel Campbell, Teron O'Bryant Beal

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Lyric:
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
Welcome to our party, sexy likkle shorties
"Written On Ya Kitten", lickin' lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley

Ask the don dada to to dat song
While I ooh ah, ooh ah, how I do that so long?
On the DL real baby, swell a dub crazy
DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L Dub baby

I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
I give ya mother, goose pimples goose pimples
Ain't the last brother passed over
I be the bastard of the year, y'know that calf punchin' back brother

N A U G H, T Y, B Y
Na-Na-Na, Nature, not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip an' go backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Naughty, Naughty

Hey, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray'
Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks

We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this

Everybody's block party's gonna wop to this
So to the family here's another one
And all those haters who ain't thinkin' we still havin' fun
Better throw your towel in son

How many years have we proved we can do this?
How many people we inspired to pursue this?
Well if you wanna test the mental the truth is
Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go
The party ain't a party if it ain't, Naughty
Body to body dance, Naughty
Oh Lordie, its Iicon and Naughty

It's the groove move more of us hate, come on tour with us
If everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
Slide left, slide right
Throw your hands high, I know that's right

Now I strong, we ride strong, double Iicons
Gonna stop hurtin' better let bygones be bygones
Slide left, slide right
Dance ya spine out, wind let me find out

Ooh ah, ooh ah, outdoor with indo'
Aiyyo, drop the keys out the window
We got the wally with my yardies we partyin'
'Cause, after the party its the after-party and

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands

Hey, don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

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Feels Good - Lyrics - IIcons - Naughty By Nature

Title: Feels Good
Album: IIcons
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Allen Barry Gordon, Carl Wheeler, Tim Christian, Vincent Brown, Nastacia Kendall, Dwayne Wiggins, Anthony Criss, Raphael Saadiq, Joel Campbell, Teron O'Bryant Beal

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Lyric:
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
Welcome to our party, sexy likkle shorties
"Written On Ya Kitten", lickin' lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley

Ask the don dada to to dat song
While I ooh ah, ooh ah, how I do that so long?
On the DL real baby, swell a dub crazy
DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L Dub baby

I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
I give ya mother, goose pimples goose pimples
Ain't the last brother passed over
I be the bastard of the year, y'know that calf punchin' back brother

N A U G H, T Y, B Y
Na-Na-Na, Nature, not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip an' go backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Naughty, Naughty

Hey, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray'
Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks

We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this

Everybody's block party's gonna wop to this
So to the family here's another one
And all those haters who ain't thinkin' we still havin' fun
Better throw your towel in son

How many years have we proved we can do this?
How many people we inspired to pursue this?
Well if you wanna test the mental the truth is
Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go
The party ain't a party if it ain't, Naughty
Body to body dance, Naughty
Oh Lordie, its Iicon and Naughty

It's the groove move more of us hate, come on tour with us
If everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
Slide left, slide right
Throw your hands high, I know that's right

Now I strong, we ride strong, double Iicons
Gonna stop hurtin' better let bygones be bygones
Slide left, slide right
Dance ya spine out, wind let me find out

Ooh ah, ooh ah, outdoor with indo'
Aiyyo, drop the keys out the window
We got the wally with my yardies we partyin'
'Cause, after the party its the after-party and

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby, clap your hands

Hey, don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Rock wit' it
Come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Ride the beat baby, drop wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit' it
Do your thing, come close wit' it
And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good

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Forever Begins - Lyrics - Finding Forever - Common

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O Little Town Of Bethlehem - Lyrics - Vince Gill

Title: O Little Town Of Bethlehem
Artist: Vince Gill
Composer(s): L Redner, P Brooks, S Gatlin

Lyric:
Oh little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie?
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by

Yet in thy dark street shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wandering love

Oh morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the King
And peace to men on earth

Oh little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie?
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by

Yet in thy dark street shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

Yet in thy dark street shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
Oh little town of Bethlehem

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When October Goes - Lyrics - Ultimate Manilow - Barry Manilow

Title: When October Goes
Album: Ultimate Manilow
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): Barry Manilow, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
And when October goes
The snow begins to fly
Above the smokey roofs
I watch the planes go by

The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them

And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years

I turn my head away
To hide the helpless tears
Oh, how I hate
To see October go

And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years

I turn my head away
To hide the helpless tears
Oh, how I hate
To see October go

I should be over it now I know
It doesn't matter much
How old I grow
I hate to see October go

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Why You Hate The Game - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: Why You Hate The Game
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Paul Ambrosius, Marsha Ambrosius, Norbert Sloley, Nasir Jones, J Smith, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
I'm, I'm with you
I'm, I'm with you

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?

Y'all know what it is
The streets named me Illmatic
But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters

Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
***, my anthology on perfection
Dress superb, admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up

Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy
Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby
And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle
Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle

Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin'
Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion
Green fatigues on, my ***, I'll bleed for 'em
I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it

And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich
And still I wanna board 'em
Wonderin' if they sink quick
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge
And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
I don't talk about my *** I Just Blaze
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin'
While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin'
To every *** listenin', I was supposed to be
Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin'

And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole
And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample
Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head
My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo

Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle
I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game
*** Wit a Attitude from the cloth, I came
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain

Keep the crown, clown, I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my *** at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it
Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

Check it, me and Nasty *** it's a classic, trust me
How he gon' pass the *** to them *** that don't love me
I'm talkin' *** that never wanted to see me on top
Same *** that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop

Flop, I think not, I *** you rap *** like virgins
Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains
I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers
The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career

The endin' of yours, the endin' of his
Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz
*** it's Game time, that was Dre's favorite line
Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines

And I still think about my *** from time to time
Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind
But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac
And we just eatin' off rap, one love

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

It ain't over, ladies and gentleman
I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze
I got a couple people in the house with me
Usually we do this at the beginning
But we gon' do it at the end this time

I wanna take you to church real quick
So I'ma need some help, I need some people up
I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me
The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry
Ah, yeah there we go

The sun is shinin' down on us right now
We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too
So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along
Catch a lil' Holy Ghost

And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin'
By the end of this record, He gon' change all that
Ayo, Lorenz, you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks
Alright everybody, please join in

Your life ain't good, you can get it right
Take this opportunity to do so
And I'ma let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go

And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you

I wanna thank everybody for comin' out
God bless, one love, good night
Or good day if you on the other side of the globe
Yo, Just, we on the move with this ***, 'Doctor's Advocate'
See you on the third album, hate it or love it

And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
...

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