Pick Up The Phone - Lyrics - Goodies - Ciara

Title: Pick Up The Phone
Album: Goodies
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Johnta Austin, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
{Your call is been forwarded
To an automatic voice message system}

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Where you at boy?
Where you at boy?

{At the tone, please record your message}

Ohh
(I've been callin' you all night long)
And I'm becomin' best friends with the dial tone
('Cause you not pickin' up the phone)
I called ya cell and ya home
And still I sit here alone
Boy you got me wonderin'
Where you at, where you goin' and where you been ?
Here I go again, dialin' your number
Thinkin' how you just won't pick up the phone

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
(Ohh)
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
(Ohh)
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
(Ooo)
Pick up
I know you see me on your caller ID
So pick up the P H O N E
(Ohh)
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
Aee, yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, ?You know it would be nice
(That's right)
If you could call somebody
(Call somebody)
And let somebody know that you alright"
(Let me know)

Woo
(You know ya, dead wrong)
Yes, you are
For sendin' me straight to voice mail
('Cause if it was my fault)
And if I did the same you'd be raisin' all kind of hell
(Ooh, ooh)
Called the second time it go
(Prr, pu)
Like you on the other line
Run game on a rookie
'Cause I'm too sharp for that
Why don't you pick up the phone?

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
(Pick up)
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone boy
(Pick up)
Pick up the phone
(Ohh)
Pick up
I know you see me on your caller ID
(Oh yeah)
So pick up the P H O N E
(Pick it up now)
Pick up the phone boy
(Pick it up now)
Pick up the phone
Aee, yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, ?You know it would be nice
If you could call somebody
And let somebody know that you are alright"
Hoo, hoo

Hey now, don't act that
I know you got my message, boy
Call me back
(Call me back )
Hey now, don't act wrong
(Come on)
Be a real G and pick up the phone
(Pick up the phone )

I said, ?Hey now, don't act that
(Hey)
I know you got my message, boy
Call me back
Hey now, don't act wrong
Be a real G and pick up the phone"
(Time again to keep you right here)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Hey now, don't act that
(Hey, hey, hey)
I know you got my message, boy
Call me back
(Ho, ho)
Hey now, don't act wrong
(Would you?)
Be a real G and pick up the phone
(Pick up the phone)

I said, ?Hey now, don't act that
(I'm all alone)
I know you got my message, boy
Call me back
(Ho, ho)
Hey now, don't act wrong
(Pick up the phone )
Be a real G and pick up the phone"

(Ooo)
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
(Phone)
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone boy
(Please pick up the phone)
Pick up the phone
Pick up
I know you see me on your caller ID
So pick up the P H O N E
(Ooo)
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
Aee, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Aee, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
(If you could call somebody)
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
(Let somebody know)
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
(That you are alright, tonight)
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
(I said, ?It would be nice?)
Pick up
I know you see me on your caller ID
(You could call somebody)
So pick up the P H O N E
(Let somebody know)
Pick up the phone boy
Pick up the phone
('Cause I need you, yeah)
Aee, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sittin' here by the phone
Waitin' for you to call
I'm really getting kinda worried
Baby, baby, baby

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Hello - Lyrics - Ginuwine...The Bachelor - Ginuwine

Title: Hello
Album: Ginuwine...The Bachelor
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Elgin Lumpkin

Lyric:
Pick up the phone
Please pick up the phone

I'm all alone
Baby pick up the phone
(Baby pick up the phone)
And call a brotha some time
(Call a brotha some time)
To see what's on my mind
(See what's on my mind)

I'm all alone
Baby pick up the phone
(All you gotta do is dial my number)
And call a brotha some time
To see what's on my mind

Hello my love, yo its me again
I can't figure out where the hell you've been
Can you feel me in on just where I stand
I thought I was your nig I thought I was your man

Used to share the things, things that lovers do
Can't loose your love girl I'm telling you
All my life it's been such a hectic race
Wanna settle down, you I cannot replace, baby

I'm all alone
(I'm all alone)
Baby pick up the phone
(Pick up the phone)
And call a brotha some time
(Call me anytime that you need me, baby)
To see what's on my mind
(See what I'm thinkin' a little about you, you baby)

I'm all alone
Baby pick up the phone
(All you gotta do is dial my number)
And call a brotha some time
(I'll be there)
To see what's on my mind

Sittin' thinkin' here 'bout the times we shared
Now I'm feeling down 'cause you never left
Calling constantly blowing up your phone
Wondering if you're ever comin' home

I can't think about nothing else but you
So there's nothing there I can't believe we're through
All this time I thought we would never part
When we were in love darling you had my heart

Yeah, baby pick up the phone, I know you hear me
Baby I'm sorry, you know what I'm saying?
I didn't mean what I did you know what I mean?
I know you listening to me baby why don't you just pick up the phone

Be real about it, you know what I mean?
Oh you gonna play like that? I can't believe your going out like that
That's real ill, you know what I mean?
That's Iight then I'ma keeping callin'

I'm all alone
(I'm all alone)
Baby pick up the phone
(Baby pick up the phone)
And call a brotha some time
(All you gotta do is pick up the phone)
To see what's on my mind
(I've been thinkin' about you, yeah)

I'm all alone
Baby pick up the phone
(Baby pick up the phone, baby)
And call a brotha some time
To see what's on my mind
(See what's on my mind)

See what's on my mind
See what's on my mind

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Stop Callin' Me - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Stop Callin' Me
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me

I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up
I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up

Bitch stop callin' me, I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Send you to the voice mail straight hang the phone up
I ain't gonna get your hair did, bitch stop asking me
You know how's your toes fix, bitch stop harassing me

I buy a bitch a shirt, gotta buy a bitch a hat
I don't work at the zoo get that monkey off my back
You say you pregnant with my baby, she don't think so
Bitch that ain't my baby, well I don't really know

I got what I wanted, I don't need nothing more
So stop callin', leavin', message after message hoe
Bitch don't call me no more, I ain't gonna pick up the phone
Treat her like a clothes hanger, straight hang the phone up

Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me

I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up
I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up

Ay, stop callin' me, bitch this ain't no chat line
Blowing up my phone like a welfare hot line
Thinking I'ma help ya baby mama bitch you're not mine
No, I can't get with ya and we cannot share no dollar signs

Call respect a hoe put her numbers on call block
Broad real smart call me from her home girls house
Like a bug a boo, she's it ain't nothing I can't handle
I just treat 'em like a stranger, unknown numbers I don't answer

Our relationship got cancer, forfeited it's over
Stop leaving messages, no starting over
I'ma call you, ain't no need to call me
Bitch your talkin' to yourself when you talk behind the beat

Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me

I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up
I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up

Bitch stop callin' me talkin' 'bout where you at
She wanna hold some money, talk 'bout let her hold a stack
I picked up the phone quick, told this bitch I'd call her later
Hung the phone up quick, sent her straight to the operator

She callin' all the time now, she knocking at my door
I fucked the bitch too hard 'cause she keep wanting more
Just caught a quick nut then I make the bitch leave
Shes a stalking type bitch, hiding all in a niggaz trees

She callin' once again, keep callin' a nigga phone
She keep callin' the cell and the phone I got a home
Now shits just fucked up 'cause she went and worked for Nextel
Callin' a nigga phone changing my password on my voice mail

Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me

I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up
I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up

Why you keep callin' me, fuck you play on the phone for
That's what stupid bitches get crack cross the dome for
I can't get to the phone, I'm unable to answer
I ain't buying braids and I ain't sending pampers

Just don't get it, your serving no purpose
I don't wanna talk, talk to my answering service
I don't wanna talk to ya, I don't wanna fuck ya
Na, I ain't your boo and hell na I don't love ya

You be with that silly shit, straight up on that tricker shit
Callin' me now, she used to be on pick 'em dick
It is what it is, I wish you wouldn't bother me
Bitch stop, bitch stop, bitch stop callin' me

Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me

I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up
I ain't gonna pick the phone up
Ain't gonna pick the phone up

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Pick Up The Phone - Lyrics - Evan and Jaron - Evan &Amp; Jaron

Title: Pick Up The Phone
Album: Evan and Jaron
Artist: Evan &Amp; Jaron
Composer(s): Glen Ballard, Evan Lowenstein, Jaron Lowenstein

Lyric:
Sorry to call you in the middle of the night
But my thoughts have kept me thinkin' about some things in my life
I got your number from a friend who told me
That it'd be all right to call you if I ever need
Someone to show me things in a different light
And let me choose what's wrong and what's right

Please pick up the phone
I need to talk and I know you're at home
If you're screening your calls
I know you're busy and I won't keep you for long

If you know everything that happens to me
Why do I have to ask you for things that I need?
And what about people who don't even call
'Cause they don't have the number, do you help them at all?
Will you show me things in a different light
And let me choose what's wrong and what's right?

Please pick up the phone
I need to talk and I know you're at home
If you're screening your calls
I know you're busy and I won't keep you for long

Well, I've moved away and I'm out on my own
Do you ever get lonely livin' alone?
Can we just talk about it?
Won't you pick up the phone?
Won't you pick up the phone?

Every night I sit and stare
At the wall in front of my face imagining you're there
Talking back to me so that everyone can see that
That I'm not so crazy after all

Well, I've moved away and I'm out on my own
Do you ever get lonely livin' alone?
Well, I've moved away and I'm out on my own
Do you ever get lonely livin' alone?
Can we just talk about it?

Won't you pick up the phone?
Won't you pick up the phone?
Won't you pick up the phone?
'Hone 'hone
Won't you pick up the phone?

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Pick Up The Phone - Lyrics - The Notwist

Title: Pick Up The Phone
Artist: The Notwist
Composer(s): Martin Gretschmann, Markus Acher

Lyric:
You know this place
You know this gloom?
We've been here before

When life is a loop
You're in a room without a door

Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past

Trouble that we've come to know will stay with us
With every step it slowly grows
Rub off the rust

Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past
Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past

Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past
Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past

Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past

Pick up the phone

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Never Too Late - Lyrics - Spearhead

Title: Never Too Late
Artist: Spearhead
Composer(s): Michael Franti, David Shul

Lyric:
Don't fear your best friends
Because a best friend
Will never try to do you wrong

And don't fear your worst friends
Because a worst friend's just a best friend
That's done you wrong

And don't fear the night time, no
Because the monster's know
That you're divine

And don't fear the sunshine
Because everything is better
In the summer time, summer time

And it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

Don't fear the water, no
'Coz u can swim
Inside you within your skin

And don't fear your father
'Coz a father's just a boy
Without a friend

And don't fear to walk slow
Don't be a horse race
Be a marathon

And don't fear the long road
'Coz on a long road you got a long time
To sing a simple song, sing along

And it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

I say yo, I say yo yo yo
I say yo, I say yo yo yo
I say yo, I say yo yo yo
I say yo, I say yo yo yo

Don't fear your teachers
'Coz if you listen
You can hear music in the school bell

And don't fear your preacher
If you can't find heaven
In a prison cell

And don't fear your own self
Paying money
To justify your worth

And don't fear your family
Because you chose them a long time
Before your birth, yes, you did

And it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

I say it's never too late
To start the day over
It's never too late
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone and call me

It's never too late
To lay your head down on my shoulders
It's never too late
To come on home, come on home

Go to your children
Go to your children
Go to your children

Let him know
Let him know
Let him know

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Place In The Sun - Lyrics - Time Bomb - Buckcherry

Title: Place In The Sun
Album: Time Bomb
Artist: Buckcherry
Composer(s): Jonathan Brightman, Yugomir Lonich, Devon Glenn, Keith Nelson, Joshua Todd Gruber

Lyric:
The rain keeps falling down
Shelter me, I'm wet
Sacred heart is burning
There's a princess in my arms

I don't want to waste away tonight
The starlight face a party
Like some time to figure out
I'll need to your eyes and to your mind

I wanna be alone this evening
Too much to handle want the world to see me
Wait till I'm whole and find a place in the sun
And never pick up the phone

My friend keeps calling
He is restless, he is scared
Lonely heart is turning
Smell the sweetness in the air

I don't want to waste away tonight
The starlight face a party
Like some time to figure out
I'll need to your eyes and to your mind

I wanna be alone this evening
Too much to handle want the world to see me
Wait till I'm whole and find a place in the sun
And never pick up the phone

I wanna be alone this evening
Too much to handle want the world to see me
Wait till I'm whole and find a place in the sun
And never pick up the phone
Wait till I'm whole and find a place in the sun
And never pick up the phone
And never pick up the phone

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Not Coming Home - Lyrics - Songs About Jane - Maroon 5

Title: Not Coming Home
Album: Songs About Jane
Artist: Maroon 5
Composer(s): Jesse Carmichael, Mickey Madden, Adam Levine, Ryan Dusick, James Valentine

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Lyric:
When you refuse me, you confuse me
What makes you think I'll let you in again?
Think again, my friend
Go on, misuse me and abuse me
I'll come out stronger in the end

Does it make you sad to find yourself alone?
Does it make you mad to find that I have grown?
I'll bet it hurts so bad to see the strength that I have shown

When you answer the door, pick up the phone
You won't find me 'cause I'm not coming home

You do not know how much this hurts me
To say these things that I don't want to say
But have to say them anyway, oh
I would do anything to end your suffering
But you would rather walk away

Does it make you sad to find yourself alone?
Does it make you mad to find that I have grown?
I'll bet it hurts so bad to see the strength that I have shown

When you answer the door, pick up the phone
You won't find me 'cause I'm not coming home, oh yeah

Does it make you sad to find yourself alone?
Does it make you mad to find that I have grown?

Does it make you sad to find yourself alone, yeah?
Does it make you mad to see that I have grown?
I'll bet it hurts so bad to see the strength that I have shown, oh

When you answer the door, pick up the phone
You wont find me 'cause I'm not coming home yeah, yeah

When you answer the door, pick up the phone
You wont find me 'cause I'm not coming home yeah, yeah

When you answer the door, pick up the phone
You wont find me 'cause I'm not coming home

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Gone Ride With Me - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Gone Ride With Me
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
I'm charging six hundred for some bigger hoes
You do business with me, you coming back to get more
My shit is fire 'cause it's jogging back to twenty-nine
So when niggas shouldn't have no problem about me getting mine

If you come at me with a shot I must say shop closed
Motherfuckers try to get smart you goin' get popped ho
I buck with niggas out the Jake like Will and Paco
Have conversations for bitches until they got drove

Picture me gently getting twisted off the Indo
Baby, Lil' Wayne, B.G., and me committing sin though
Better beware because we about to spend a billion though
Don't get caught out without the shit 'cause you will end though

Me and my people got to hustle just to pay the rent
Some of us not in the position that we say we're in
Can't have no bill collectors comin' to my residence
That's why everyday I be running for the President
All in I ain't another nigga, shits irrelevant
You get your head busted for playing with my intelligence, yeah

My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Be up in the ride with me
Do a homicide with me
Who, me?

My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Be up in the ride with me
Do a homicide with me
Who, me?

My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me

You making shit more complicated than it should be
You feel your death is coming soon only it could be
Nigga got killed because they never understood me
I know your block is similar to how my hood be

This nigga with all of this playing in on my nerves
He calling me up on the phone saying he wan' a burb
I told his daddy that's not how I handle business, man
How I know you not turning, say that you be with me saying

Doing business with you I'm not even considering
How to be in the safe get around that you niggas in
I move too fast, remember patience is a virtue
And keep your eyes open 'cause niggas goin'a observe you

They waiting for the perfect time that they can hurt you
And if they catch you off your basis they gonna serve you
I wonder if my people locked up still remember me
I'm talking about you laying in rotten penitentiaries

All my niggas
My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Do a homicide with me
Be up in the ride with me
Who, me?

My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Do a homicide with me
Be up in the ride with me
Who, me?

I already got you listening to what I said
You better straighten up, there, soldier b'ore I bust your head
Hoe if you got something you better not even show your face
'Cause a nigga been doing bad and might explode your place

Look, you know you not a body 'cause they know you fake
If you wanna go to war I know what it takes
Come with a team of choppers, not no thirty-eights
We goin' turn this two-eleven into a murder case

And me 'n' Russell goin' get dizzy on the Thunderbird
And start a nuclear revolution right up on your curb
Niggas keep fucking with me 'cause they know I'm hitting laws
My truck is sitting on twenties, and I'm hitting broads

If you get beside yourself, then you gotta go
You creeping on a C.M.P. that's not possible
I hit a fifty out my chopper and I got some more
You say you're ready for me who da I don't really know, know

My nine is gonna die with me
Do a homicide with me
Pick up the supply with me
Be up in the ride with me
Who, me?

My nine is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
Do a homicide with me
Be up in the ride with me
Who, me?

My nine is gonna ride with me
My nine is gonna die with me
Be up in the ride with me
Do a homicide with me
Who, me?

Every motherfucker where I go
That bitch goin' to be with me
Fuck you hoes, I want my nine

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Tomorrow - Lyrics - Falling Uphill - Lillix

Title: Tomorrow
Album: Falling Uphill
Artist: Lillix
Composer(s): Pasha-Ray Evin, Louise Burns, Lacey-Lee Evin, Linda Perry

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Lyric:
Tomorrow just another day
Another way to spend my day
All by my self starin' at the TV screen
Flipping through my magazine
Everything is unclear
I need you hear, I do

And I wake up put on my make up
Pick up the phone nobodys home
I need to break out give me some take out
Standin' side the crowd
I wanna scream out loud
I'll be ok

Walking down this whining road
Raining days are all unknown
I have hit the ground staring up into the sky
Countin all the reasons why
My mind is spinning around
I need to breath I do

So, I wake up put on my make up
Pick up the phone nobodys home
And I need to break out give me some take out
Standin' side the crowd I wanna scream out loud
I'll be ok

Get off from the floor
I just can't take anymore
Leave that all behind
Just get along

Oh, I wake up put on my make up
Pick up the phone nobodys home
And I need to break out give me some take out
Standing side the crowd I wanna scream out loud

I need wake up put on my make up
Pick up the phone nobodys home
And I need to break out give me some take out
Standing side the crowd I wanna scream out loud

I need to break out, it's ok
Were ok, were alright
Were ok, we'll be alright

Tomorrow just another day
Another way to spend my day

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Pick It Up - Lyrics - Fergie

Title: Pick It Up
Artist: Fergie
Composer(s): Will Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Keith Harris

Lyric:
The sun didn't come up today
This lonely won't go away
It somehow feels nothing's real
Like a stranger wears my face

I pick up and call
I pick up and call
'Cause I need to go
I pick up and call, yeah

I feel you missin' me
Is there something that you need?
'Cause we got more, babe
Then you know and this water's runnin' deep

You pick up and call
You pick up and call
'Cause you need to talk
You pick up and call, yeah, yeah

I pick up and call
She picks up and calls
We pick up and call
'Cause we need to go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Call me on my phone girl
Anytime you want girl
Seven in the mornin'
Pick it up you know I will

Baby, ain't no wrong time
For you to call up my line
You stay on my mind, girl
You stay on my mind, lady

Nothing really matters when we sit and chatter
Your voice is just like magic
Baby, abracadabra, you put a spell on me
Yeah, girl, you done that voodoo
So you won't you dial up my digits
So I can talk to you

And I pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up

Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up

Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up

Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up
Pick it up, I pick it up

It's crazy
How it's so hard for me to just, call you
It's like I have these feelings
But someone just keeps, holding me back

I don't know what it is
It's like my insecurities, my fears
I just gotta know
That your gonna be there

I feel you missin' me
I know you missing me
'Cause I've been missin' you
Baby it's true, it's true, it's true

I know your wantin' me
Just call and talk to me
To know your needin' me
Like I need you, I need you, I need you

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You'Re Not Alone - Lyrics - Chicago 19 - Chicago

Title: You'Re Not Alone
Album: Chicago 19
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Jimmy Scott

Lyric:
I see you there, a silhouette in the moonlight
Looks like you've given up on love
You used to be the face in the spotlight
Now loneliness fits you like a glove

You walk around in your cloak of darkness
Too blind to see the light
Your wings are broken
Now your spirit can't take flight

But you're not alone, you're not alone
While your heart's still young and free
You're not alone, pick up the phone
And talk to me, baby, you will see
You're not alone

Pools of sorrow and tears of joy
There's a broken-up girl for every broken-down boy
But you don't wanna hear it, you like the rhythm of the blues
Wanna be a sad story on the late-night news

I don't mean to burst your bubble
But the world's got troubles worse than you
And everybody else out here gets lonely too

You're not alone, you're not alone
I've been waiting patiently
You're not alone, pick up the phone
And talk to me, baby, you will see

Although your heart is in pieces
You can't find a reason to try
You're not alone, while I'm still standing by

You're not alone, you're not alone
While your heart's still young and free
You're not alone, pick up the phone
And talk to me, baby, you will see

You're not alone, you're not alone
I've been waiting patiently
You're not alone, pick up the phone
And talk to me, baby, you will see
You're not alone

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Dignity - Lyrics - Dignity - Hilary Duff

Title: Dignity
Album: Dignity
Artist: Hilary Duff
Composer(s): Hilary Duff, Chico Bennette, Richard Vission, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
You got the hottest shoes
You got those Jimmy Choes
You never get the blues
It's always all about you

Wake up late, no time to waste
Better check that phone
There's a club too close

Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
I think you lost it in the Hollywood Hills
Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
Can't buy respect, but you can pick up the bill

Pick it up, pick it up
It's all you got, it's all you got
Pick it up, pick it up
'Cause the money makes your world go round
The money makes your world go round

Always with Mr. Right
But then you have a fight
Run into your friend's ex
He's happy to be your next

Tomorrow's papers comin' out
So kiss him fast
Watch the cameras flash

Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
I think you lost it in the Hollywood Hills
Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
Can't buy respect, but you can pick up the bill

Pick it up, pick it up
It's all you got, it's all you got
Pick it up, pick it up
'Cause the money makes your world go round
The money makes your world go round

You'd show up
To the opening of an envelope
Why does everybody care
About where you go?

It's not news when you got a new bag
It's not news when somebody slaps you
It's not news when you're lookin' your best
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon give it a rest

Pick it up, pick it up
It's all you got, it's all you got
Pick it up, pick it up
'Cause the money makes your world go round

Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
(The money makes your world go round)
Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
('Cause the money makes your world go round)
Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
(The money makes your world go round)
Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity?
('Cause the money makes your world go round)

'Cause the money makes your world go round

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Gotta Get Up - Lyrics - Harry Nilsson

Title: Gotta Get Up
Artist: Harry Nilsson
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson

Lyric:
Gotta get up, gotta get out
Gotta get home before the morning comes
What if I'm late, gotta big date
Gotta get home before the sun comes up

Up and away, got big day, sorry can't stay
I gotta run run, yeah
Gotta get home, pick up the phone
Gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

There was a time when we could dance until a quarter to ten
we never thought it would end then
We never thought it would end

We used to carry on and drink and do the rock and roll
We never thought we'd get older
We never thought it'd grow cold, but now

Gotta get up, gotta get out
Gotta get home before the morning comes
What if I'm late, gotta big date
Gotta get home before the sun comes up

Up and away, got big day, sorry can't stay
I gotta run run, yeah
Gotta get home, pick up the phone
Gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

Down by the sea she knew a sailor who had been to war
she never even knew a sailor before
She never even knew his name

He'd come to town and he would pound her for a couple of days
and then he'd sail across the bubbly waves
And those were happier days, but now

Gotta get up, gotta get out
Gotta get home before the morning comes
What if I'm late, gotta big date
Gotta get home before the sun comes up

Up and away, got big day, sorry can't stay
I gotta run run, yeah
Gotta get home pick up the phone
Gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

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Hello Hello - Lyrics - Paramore

Title: Hello Hello
Artist: Paramore
Composer(s): Roger Stewart Nichols, Nick Trevisick, Hayley Williams

Lyric:
Hello, hello, is anyone home?
Hello, hello, just pick up the phone

I opened up my life to you
I've told you everything I knew
You listen so closely to
You listen so close when love was just a way out

But you're going deaf now
Yeah you've turned your head around

Hello, hello, is anyone home?
Hello, hello, just pick up the phone
You'll be sorry to hear, I'm doing fine now
Sorry to hear, you're without me now

You blew up the world I built for us
Destroyed our secret universe
Threw out the trust I put in you
Making me feel like I'd been used

And now I'm reminded
That I was just blinded

Hello, hello, is anyone home?
Hello, hello, just pick up the phone
You'll be sorry to hear, I'm doing fine now
Sorry to hear, you're without me now

I'm doing fine, you'll be alright
Maybe you'll think of me tonight
You're doing fine, I'll be alright
Just give me time, yeah

Hello, hello, is anyone home?
Hello, hello, just pick up the phone
I don't want to hear you're doing fine
Don't wanna hear I'm without you now

I'm without you now

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Addicts Of Communication - Lyrics - Randy

Title: Addicts Of Communication
Artist: Randy
Composer(s): Johan Carl Brandstrom, Fredrik Thomas Granberg, Stefan Granberg, Johan Gustafsson

Lyric:
Addicts of communication
Addicts of communication
Addicts of communication
I need to communicate with you

090-45776, useless
Hey baby pick up the phone I know that you're home useless
You know I don't like talking to your answering-machine useless
Well can I send you an e-mail, let you know how I feel useless

We're the useless generation
In this world of information
We're the useless generation
Baby pick up the phone

Addicts of communication
Addicts of communication
Addicts of communication
I need to communicate, hello!

Well nothing, I'm just watching T.V. useless
Looking for something so shallow that it's worth to see useless
They're making Belgian waffles in the U.S.A. useless
A buddy from the internet told me that the other day useless

We're the useless generation
In this world of information
We're the useless generation
Baby pick up the phone

Addicts of communication
Addicts of communication
Addicts of communication
I need to communicate with you

Addicts of communication
Oh pick up the phone
Addicts of communication
Oh baby, baby, please

Addicts of communication
I need to communicate with you
I need to communicate with you
I need to communicate but it's useless

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Dr. Dooom'S In The Room - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Dr. Dooom'S In The Room
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, for the motherfuckin' 2000
In this mother
Straight from Houston, Tex
The motherfuckin' Dr. Dooom

I'm shuttin' rappers down like guiliani shut down strip clubs
Turnin' your fake gangster hardcore stories
Into some Mickey Mouse, Teletubbies shit
Y'all niggaz need to quit, stop pullin' your silicone tits

And this city is my town
Don't even fuckin' tryin' to say a fly rhyme
I'm holdin' possessions you don't own
And your cellular phone don't even fuckin' roam

Y'all got the nerve to be standin' in the hot rap zone
Against somethin' you can't afford
Rappers be soundin' bored at the show
I need to start pullin' your bitch-ass fuckin' extension cord

Suckers be fakers, ATM pullin' frauds
I'm sendin' two men, out to boo men
Quick to get to y'all niggaz like Western Union
I'm comin' like the fax machine

I pour it on your whole team
Y'all niggaz ain't got time to scheme
I'm out to shatter your fuckin' rap dreams
Top to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullshit mind think

Your words gon' tangle
Sound like shit on a tascan mix
A bunch of y'all tracks need to be fixed
Professionally, you sound like the dog toto

When I see Flex, I'ma ask him
Why he playin' a lot of records from a bunch of homos
With feminine vocals
I catch niggaz when clubs are packed, rubbin' elbows

Tryin' to whisper shit in ugly bitches earlobes
Dr. Dooom callin' wack niggaz houses from the Radisson hotel room
Penthouse suites, bitch niggaz get 911 beeps
I'm always hearin' more softest MC's talk shit about the streets

Fuck your seedy impression of pain
Ninety-nine percent of your shit was normal
One percent sound strange
A&R's be suckin' a lot of dick
And spreadin' they ass cheeks to get the hits

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up

You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together
You be the deformed one, catchin' the warm one
I pay a crack head five dollars
To fuck up your million dollar marketing plan

With a brand new sub-machine gun
And a hot dog, on a Yankee stadium bun
First class rates, hire wall street messengers
To move your antique rap styles in milk crates

Special delivery for all you motherfuckers
Sportin' hard boots with ashey faces tryin' to get with me
Y'all suckers is amateurs, gettin' fucked up the assholes
By the top worst managers

On the publishin' deal, wipe my condoms off your Ampex reels
No games to be played, you lookin' fuckin' jiggy
MC's with collared shirts and shoes tryin' to duplicate biggie
No matter where, you only got one pair

Alligators don't match with them fuckin' flares
Who's doin' your dress code, some old stank bitch
With mascara touchin' up your face on the road
You feelin' healthier, your rap audience

Is only New Pork to Philadelphia
Baltimore never even heard your fuckin' metaphor
Shut the fuck up, put your buck up, look at the dicks you suck up
Maximum ass thoughts, you fuckin' get crushed

Like the five o'clock train rush, sweaty as a motherfucker
The best rapper can lick my ass
I make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your E-class
Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your rolls Royce
Stop your whole organization on park avenue and start laughin' at you

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

You ain't the top rap in the country
New jacks, you shoulda knew that
From experience, you couldn't write from the beginnin'
Bookin' studio time, with some scramblin' concert shit on your mind

Who's crowd, the blues feel my news
Accurately in New York City
There's a thousand motherfuckers tryin' to rap and look pretty
Save it for David

Take that motherfuckin' rented ride back to Avis
When it come to rap I'm the big motherfucker on the pay list
Ridin' the Amtrak, lookin' at Billboard
You need to be hung on a steel cord

Sittin' next to a Doberman, shit in Harlem
Any poodles on the mic, we gon' stop 'em
I'm in the dressin' room with the average bitch
Lookin' like halle berry, rubbin' my nuts

My fingers all up in her guts
Watchin' Monday night football with my dick all up in her butt
MC's stand away when I pull out my mitt put your hand away
Most of these fake hard rappers never seen the projects

Live in fuckin' pesquateway
Scared, palm that away
Why don't you bastards move back in the metro area
The Marriott is the spot

Where the prostitutes lick your Rolex watch
Left you naked out with your stomach out
Hangin' out with cocaine on the dresser
With a Puerto Rican girl with HIV from park chester

You sniffin' that shit again
Souped up from the neck up from the butt crack up
You need a fuckin' checkup

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

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Disengage - Lyrics - Anything Else But the Truth - The Honorary Title

Title: Disengage
Album: Anything Else But the Truth
Artist: The Honorary Title
Composer(s): Jarrod Gorbel, Aaron Kamstra

Lyric:
So you regret the last five years of your life with me
Don't you think that I feel the same way too?
Don't you think that I feel the same way too?

Disengage your eyes at least one moment in the time
And soon you will know
Trace the lines on my face until you are underneath
Well it all starts real slow

Walking sleepless through the streets
I don't understand a thing you mean
This relationship is based
On what trails across the CD case
And it will all soon come to an end

But if you don't pick up the phone, you will regret it
Said it before but this time I mean it

'Cause you, you keep telling me that you regret
All the things that we've done
I've tortured you, that I'm willing to admit
Guilt-ridden for those years
Trying to forget from now on, from now on

I met her at a show, her dress was stained
And her eyes had a glow
There were no lines to trace on that face
But I will make my way underneath
I'll just start real slow

Walking sleepless through the streets
I don't understand a thing you mean
Well this relationship is based
On what trails across the CD case
And it will all soon come to an end

But if you don't pick up the phone, you will regret it
Said it before and this time I mean it

'Cause you, you keep telling me that you regret
All the things that we've done
I've tortured you, that I'm willing to admit
Guilt-ridden for those years
Trying to forget, from now on, from now on
From now on, from now on

Said it before and this time I mean it
'Cause if you don't pick up the phone, you will regret it
I wanna die, I wanna die, well

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Stood Up - Lyrics - The Way We Do - Isyss

Title: Stood Up
Album: The Way We Do
Artist: Isyss
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Patrice Stewart

Lyric:
Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin' right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up
Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up

At ten o'clock you called my phone
To tell me that you were leaving home
Ya said you're on ya way now it's 12 08
Ya pro-cras-tinatin' and ain't called
Now I been sittin' here for too damn long
I'm dressed up and I'm ready to go
But you're not answering
Your cell phone and
Ya know another man can get the job done

You don't seem to know what a girl has to do
To be ready just for you
And to get me beautiful and ya not even comin' through
Just let me know

Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin' right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up
Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up

It's 12 30 I'm about to bounce
I'm looking lovely but you're stressin' me out
I'm jumpin' up when I
I see a car passin'
And I'm so pissed that I'm about to shout
Ya flaky ways have got me hangin' from
A string and I don't really think that's funny
If you wasn't comin' then
Ya shoulda told me and
I woulda made plans with my girls

You don't seem to know what a girl has to do
To be ready just for you
And to get me beautiful and ya not even comin' through
Just let me know

Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin' right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up
Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up

Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin' right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up
Ya got me waiting in the dark of night
Am I being stood up 'cause I'm lookin right
Ya got me sittin' like a fool ya gonna pick me up
Or are ya playin' with my mind am I stood up

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Girlfriend/Boyfriend (Swizz Beats Remix) - Lyrics - Blackstreet

Title: Girlfriend/Boyfriend (Swizz Beats Remix)
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Cynthia Loving, Eve Jeffers, Jeffrey B Atkins, Teddy Riley, Jimmy Elton Cozier

Lyric:
Blackstreet, JJ
Come on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, what what?

What's up, girlfriend?
What's up, boyfriend?
Show me my girlfriend
Meet my boyfriend

This is my girlfriend
This is my boyfriend
So what's up, girlfriend?
So what's up, boyfriend?
Yeah you know, uh huh, what's up?

I can't get her off my back
Give her a little love, she don't know how to act
She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back
I didn't know, honey gets down like that

Now, a brotha gotta watch his back
This female is a fatal attract
Maybe 'cause she got zipper to jack
She didn't know I puts it down like that, that's why

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

She keep paging me, calling me
Stalking me, hawking me
Following me, telling me
That she loving me

But my girlfriend said
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
Uh, pick it up, JJ one time

I can't get him out of my hair
After one game of truth or dare
Callin' my phone askin' where I be
Boy said, "Sweetie, you're my main squeeze"

It's 2 a.m. and he's back again
All in my space, all in my way
Plottin' ways to get in my mix
Boy, there's already enough spice in this

Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

He keep paging me, calling me
Stalking me, hawking me
Following me, telling me
That he's loving me

But my baby said
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"

Uh, uh, yeah, turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark
You wasn't smart, you started Jah with your heart
If I ripped it apart, don't hate me, thank me, baby
If my world was yours it would drive you crazy

'Cause I love what I do, you
Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove
And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease
You me, just know we free

Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed
E V E, caramel skin cost
And before you stroke the kitty better break off
Wanna run, better shake off

Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin'
Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin'
Big cat with the big gat ready to
One nutt you done screamin' baby, I'm stuck

Why in the world would you continue to run my way
Got hit once, found out that I don't play
What the deal mami, who pushed you through the irony
Me, splitin' the coke with me

Yeah, you used to have me flippin'
All your ex-hoes had
Daddy, I never front, your game keep me twitchin'
(No doubt)
How can you deny this freak?
Shh, no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Boyfriend on the phone
You call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

Girlfriend on the phone
Call me all day on the telephone
Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone
Play me close, won't leave me alone

She keep paging me, calling me
Stalking me, hawking me
Following me, telling me
That she loving me

But my baby said
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
"Just handle it, I can't handle it"
We out

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