Piece Of Paper - Lyrics - Firefall

Title: Piece Of Paper
Artist: Firefall
Composer(s): Larry Burnett

Lyric:
Well, I'm no man of letters
Feel like no man at all
Well I had one to offer
You just took him that's all

That you could do for another man
Who had somethin' to give
Take what the boy's got
Leave him dyin' to live

With his piece of paper
Peace of mind
I can piece together
What you left behind
Remember the place
That you left me that time
Well I'm callin' from there

Didn't cry, didn't die
I don't know why I believed your lie
That I heard before in the rules of the game
You can lose just the same

Well I'm still feelin' better
And I hope that it don't take too long
I heard stories about men
Who just leave and stay gone

But there's too much to live with
And there's very little wrong
Bein' satisfied, singin' on
With one more song

With my piece of paper
Peace of mind
If I can piece together
What you left behind
Remember the place
That you left me that time
Well I'm callin' from there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

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Cartoon Heroes - Lyrics - Aquarius - Aqua

Title: Cartoon Heroes
Album: Aquarius
Artist: Aqua
Composer(s): C Norreen, S Rasted

Lyric:
We are what we're supposed to be
Illusions of your fantasy
All dots and lines that speak and say
What we do is what you wish to do

We are the color symphony
We do the things you wanna see
Frame by frame, to the extreme

Our friends are so unreasonable
They do the unpredictable
All dots and lines that speak and say
What we do is what you wish to do

It's all an orchestra of strings
Doin' unbelievable things
Frame by frame, to the extreme
One by one, we're makin' it fun

We are the cartoon heroes, oh oh oh
We are the ones who're gonna last forever
We came out of a crazy mind, oh oh oh
And walked out on a piece of paper

Here comes Spiderman, arachnophobian
Welcome to the toon town party
Here comes Superman, from never-neverland
Welcome to the toon town party

We learned to run at speed of light
And to fall down from any height
It's true, but just remember that
What we do is what you just can't do

And all the worlds of craziness
A bunch of stars that's chasing us
Frame by frame, to the extreme
One by one, we're makin' it fun

We are the cartoon heroes, oh oh oh
We are the ones who're gonna last forever
We came out of a crazy mind, oh oh oh
And walked out on a piece of paper

Here comes Spiderman, arachnophobian
Welcome to the toon town party
Here comes Superman, from never-neverland
Welcome to the toon town party

You think we're so mysterious
Don't take us all too serious
Be original, and remember that
What we do is what you just can't do

What we do is what you just can't do
What we do is what you just can't do
What we do is what you just can't do
What we do is what you just can't do

We are the cartoon heroes, oh oh oh
We are the ones who're gonna last forever
We came out of a crazy mind, oh oh oh
And walked out on a piece of paper

There's still more to come
And everyone will be
Welcomed at the
Toon town party
(Toon town)

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Sex Packets - Lyrics - Sex Packets - Digital Underground

Title: Sex Packets
Album: Sex Packets
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Clinton, Gregory Jacobs, Bernard Worrell, J Theracon, W Collins, Edward Earl Cook, Ronald Ford, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

Sex packets, the girl of your dreams
Just try one, it's not what it seems
This love, this love
This love, this love

Now it's just sex in a pill
It gives me such a thrill, it's nice
And it's a guy for a girl, or a girl for a guy
Try one tonight

Now I just can't wait, till I get home tonight
I got three for 10.99 dollar
No sex can be safer
It's a pill, wrapped in a little piece of paper
Real nice

Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

Sex packets, a one or a two
I just sell them, I cannot do
This love, this love
This love, this love

Oh ohh, girl
You look so good to me, you're fine
And oh ohh, girl
You whispered in my ear, said "Not tonight"
You just won't get with me, and you think that you dissed me

But now I can still be gettin' busy
With any girl I like
No more will I ever have to jack it
'Cause instead, I can just take a packet
Real nice

Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

I'ma give ya what ya heart
I'm just givin' to your love
And I'm feelin' what you need
Uncontested ecstasy

Yeah, you got it
No, hold it like this
Now just put it in your mouth
There you go, there you go
Just let it hit you baby

Sex packets, a dollar or two
Just tell me, how many for you
This time, this time
This time, this time

Ahh, it's like nothing I've ever had
It feels so good, just hold me
Ahh, are you really here? I'm here, it feels good
It's so real, it is real, ahh, you like that?

Sex packets
I'ma give ya what you heart
I'm just feelin what you love
And I'm givin' til you need
Uncontested ecstasy

Yeah, I'm ready to mix you a packet
I got your honey proof fresh out my bomber jacket
Say you wanna double up?
Why don't you make it a threesome, you know I'm hoein'

I got what you need, I got what you need
I got what you want and I got what you want
Oh

No sex can be safer
It's just a pill
Wrapped in a little piece of paper
Oh

Biochemically compacted sexual affection
Yeah, I'm equipped to mix you a packet
Prescription pills, your favorite tossup in a pill
A professional job baby, yeah

No sex can be safer, it's a pill
Wrapped in a
Wrapped in a little piece of
Little piece of, paper

It's so real, it is real

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Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken? - Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

Title: Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken?
Artist: Organized Konfusion
Composer(s): Larry Baskerville, Marshall Jones, Ralph Middlebrook, Leroy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Gregory Webster, Troy Jamerson

Lyric:
Of all the things my momma used to cook, I liked chicken
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well, I expect to find it when I get home or else

Damn, it really hurts my heart to remember these
(Remember these)
Days way back in the seventies
(Seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-AIDS
Corn-bread, corn-rows and corn-br-AIDS

Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone and then suck the goo
Man, if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold

It even taste better the next day cold
Chick-chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts, I recollect
I used to listen to my moms
(To my mommy)

Damn it, everyday
Boy, you better clean up your room
Before you go outside and play

Yo, Monch, you can remember
When we used to play skelly way back
Blastin' wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh, oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner

If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them, print skirts
(Yo, you was feenin' for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen
And put my finger in the cornbread mix

Mom yells, "Dinner's ready", 'cause she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup and my hot sauce
And my cornbread, now I'm ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone and then I ate the skin

But I'll tell you what my mother would say
Somebody stole my piece of chicken
But I'll tell you what my mother would say
Somebody stole my piece of chicken

Round, round, one, three
(Up, up, two)
I'm fresh out of the batch and you can't catch me
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat and she carries a bat

She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we played SWAT
But no one never died though, we just cried
Only to laugh again when my moms made fried

Chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
Whoo, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, Grand Groove
Was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
Past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark

Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
Greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice
(Word?)
Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose
(Uhh)

I'm just looking out of the window
(Window)
Watching the asphault grow slow
(Grow, slow)
My best friend was a G.I. Joe
Although he had bald spots in his afro

Play with the kids your own age
That's what they used to tell us
I got jealous when we couldn't run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block used to beat us

I was quick as a cat, in fact I was a cheetah
Especially when we played follow the leader
Little Suzy May Robinson used to play
Show and tell with my peter

I used to rock my British Walkers to church
After the choir sang, the preacher started to preach
So I had to search
For a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied

But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side
And said, "Mmm, you know I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please, oh, please reverend
Now would you speed up the sermon so I can determine

Whether I'ma have peas or collars greens
With my chicken that I'm yearnin'"
Turnin' to the usher in the back, whispering
"Please keep the chicken monster from coming through

The crack of the door", later at the table
Moms poppped my hand until it was sore
'Cause I ate the chicken before
The preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self

But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left
(What happened to that wing man? Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
(Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken, chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken

You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well, I expect to find it when I get home, or else
But I'll tell you what my mother would say
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken"

I didn't take your chicken, pop

Just wait 'til I get home 'cause ain't no chicken left
(Hey, that's cool)
Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken
(That's cool)

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Hi-De-Ho - Lyrics - Blood Sweat &Amp; Tears

Title: Hi-De-Ho
Artist: Blood Sweat &Amp; Tears
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Carole King

Lyric:
Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
Gonna get me a piece of the sky
Gonna get me some of that old sweet roll
I'm singin? hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho

I've been down so long, bottom looked like up
Once I thought that second saves
Was enough to fill my cup

Now I offered all I got
And that ain't no way to live
Bein? taken by the ones
Who got the least amount to give

Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
I'm gonna get me a piece of the sky
Gonna get me some of that old sweet roll
I'm singin? hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho

Once I met the devil, he was mighty slick
Tempted me with worldly goods
He said that you could have your pick

But when he laid the paper on me
And he showed me where to sign
I said, ?Thank you very kindly
But I?m in too great a need of mind?

Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
I'm gonna get me a piece of the sky, God knows
I'm gonna get me some of that old sweet roll
I'm singin? hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho

Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
Gonna get me a piece of the sky
Gonna get me some of that old sweet roll
Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho

Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
Gonna get me a piece of the sky
Gonna get me some of that old sweet roll
Singin' hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho

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Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3 - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Vincent Segal, Tom William Shimura, Saul Stacey Williams

Lyric:
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate

Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith

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Pocket Full Of Paper - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Pocket Full Of Paper
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Aldrin Davis, David Darnell Brown

Lyric:
6 1 5, Cashville, we buck, yeah
Toomp, I got you, ****
A.T.L. to Cashville, ****
Aiyyo Jeezy, whattup ****?
Aiyyo, it's on me tonight, ****
Let's get it

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

It's Young, Jizzle and the homie, Buck
We still ridin' dirty, think we givin' a ****?
Headed 75 South for 75 blocks
Hundred miles an hour, past 75 cops

And straight to the mac, hit 75 spots
And I'm back down, Atlanta, copped 75 drops
So on first sip, I made about a grand
You ask me what I need, I tell 'em bring the whole van

All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans
I know the yayo, you should see me bag ****
See cuz, over there, he'll **** ya **** for nothin'
C.T.E. and ****, we buckin', ****

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Let me go and show you **** what my whip game like
I whip it to the left and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite and flip it with the whites
See I make my own price 'cause I take my own flights

I still got my ski mask, still need cash
Still got them eighteens as if you want a half
That's 11, 5, a piece, dawg, if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my **** in the cab

Got a **** in Decatur, she shake it for the paper
So when I make it rain, I just get it back later
See cuz, over there, he'll kill ya **** for nothin'
6 1 5, Cashville, we buckin'

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****, yeah

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Uncle Lem - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: Uncle Lem
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): G Martin

Lyric:
The ladies of the garden club say
His home is just a disgrace to the town
If the Mayor wants re-elected
He'd better pass some laws and tear it down

They wanna cover it with flowers
Maybe even plant some dogwood trees
I guess that they've forgotten
When we were kids what that place used to be

I know it's just a shanty now
But Lord, that place was built with human tears
For it's the home of Uncle Lem
Who was born and raised and lived there ninety years

There's not a boy in this whole town
Hasn't stopped for water at his well
Or sat on his porch in the evenin'
And listened to the stories that he'd tell

Oh, his hair was the color of a cotton field
And his skin was old and brown
And he was born in that rundown shack
Before there was a town

He bought that shack and a piece of earth
For the highest price to pay
His mom was bought and sold there
Uncle Lem was born'd a slave

The mayor and some ladies of the garden club
Went out to tell Uncle Lem that he'd have to find a new place to live
Well, they found him there in that old broken down rockin' chair
And on an old paper bag they found his will

"Nor I wanna leave my old shotgun to the fine mayor of this town
For I remember when he a little fella, he used to follow me around
I wish I had more to give to my friends that I love
But all I've got is this old shack and a piece of earth
And I want it to go to the ladies of the garden club"

Oh, his hair was the color of a cotton field
And his skin was old and brown
And he was born in that rundown shack
Before there was a town

He bought that shack and a piece of earth
For the highest price to pay
His mom was bought and sold there
Uncle Lem was born'd a slave

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That Old Sweet Roll - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: That Old Sweet Roll
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Carole King

Lyric:
Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
Gonna find me a piece of the sky
Gonna find me some of that old sweet roll
Singing, "Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-di-ho"

Listen, I've been down so low
That the bottom looked like up
Once I felt like second saves
Was enough to fill my cup

Now I've offered all I have
But it ain't no way to live
Being taken by the ones who have
The least amount to give

Singing, "Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi"
Got to find me a piece of the sky
Gonna find me some of that old sweet roll
Singing, "Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho"

I wanna tell you, once I met the devil
He was mighty slick
Tempted me with worldly goods
Said I could have my pick

But when he laid the paper on me
And showed me where to sign
I said "Thank you" very kindly
But I'm in too great a need of mine

Singing, "Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi", oh
Got to find me a piece of that sky
Gonna find me some of that old sweet roll
Singing "Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho", yeah

Hi-de-hi-de-ho
Hi-de-hi-de-ho, yeah
Hi-de-hi-de-ho
Hi-de-hi-de-hi
Talking 'bout hi-de-hi-de-ho

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That Old Sweet Roll (Hi-De-Ho) - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: That Old Sweet Roll (Hi-De-Ho)
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Carole King

Lyric:
Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi
Gonna find me a piece of the sky
Gonna find me some of that old sweet roll
Singing, "Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-di-ho"

Listen, I've been down so low
That the bottom looked like up
Once I felt like second saves
Was enough to fill my cup

Now I've offered all I have
But it ain't no way to live
Being taken by the ones who have
The least amount to give

Singing, "Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi"
Got to find me a piece of the sky
Gonna find me some of that old sweet roll
Singing, "Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho"

I wanna tell you, once I met the devil
He was mighty slick
Tempted me with worldly goods
Said I could have my pick

But when he laid the paper on me
And showed me where to sign
I said "Thank you" very kindly
But I'm in too great a need of mine

Singing, "Hi-de-ho, hi-de-hi", oh
Got to find me a piece of that sky
Gonna find me some of that old sweet roll
Singing "Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho", yeah

Hi-de-hi-de-ho
Hi-de-hi-de-ho, yeah
Hi-de-hi-de-ho
Hi-de-hi-de-hi
Talking 'bout hi-de-hi-de-ho

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Rock Paper Scissors - Lyrics - So Much Shouting, So Much Laughing (Live) - Ani Difranco

Title: Rock Paper Scissors
Album: So Much Shouting, So Much Laughing (Live)
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
It's rock paper scissors as to whether
I will get over you at all
It's hand against hand and both hands are mine
It's standing in a circular line
Which is not to say that I'm not also happy

A happy meal with a surprise inside
Surprise, surprise is another bright light in your eyes
Exposing all the stuff you're not calculating enough to hide

This melancholy that I carry makes me feel so grown up
At my kitchen table doing shots of resignation
I never thought I'd see the day when I would I say I give up
And break the stallions of my wildest expectations

But I do not want to know you this way
Surrounded by so much pain
But how am I supposed to let go of you this way
Like a bird into the sky of my brain?

I think, I could accept all these dark colors
As just part of some bigger color scheme
If it wasn't for that drippy string quartet of sadness
Underscoring each smiling scene

Desire drags me right out of myself
Like a gas-soaked rope tied to a piece of coal
And I'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side
While the flames rip along the sand and, and swallow me whole

But this melancholy that I carry makes me feel so grown up
At my kitchen table doing shots of resignation
I never thought I'd see the day when I would say I give up
And break the stallions of my wildest expectations

But I do not want to know you this way
Surrounded by so much pain
But how am I supposed to let go of you this way
Like a bird into the sky of my brain?

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Mystery Of Iniquity - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged - Lauryn Hill

Title: Mystery Of Iniquity
Album: MTV Unplugged
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
It's the mystery of inequity
Said it's the misery of inequity
Said it's the history of inequity
When it all, all falls down
Telling you all, it all falls down

Children eat your bread
Little children eat your bread
'Cuz it all, all falls down
Telling you all, it all falls down

Yo, ya'll can't handle the truth in a courtroom of lies
Perjures the jurors, witness despised
Crooked lawyers, false Indictments publicized
It's entertainment the arraignments, the subpoenas

High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas
Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked-balance
Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper

File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the Bible blatantly blasphemous
Publicly perpetrating that, "In God We Trust"
Cross-examined by a master manipulator

The faster intimidator, receiving the judge's favor
Deceiving sabers doing injury to they neighbors
For status, gratis, apparatus and legal waivers
See the bailiff, representing security
Holding the word of God soliciting perjury

The prosecution, political prostitution
The more money you pay the further away solution
Legal actors, Babylon's benefactors
Masquerading as the agency for the clients

Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant
Orally armed to do bodily harm
Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm
And the defense isn't making any sense
Faking the confidence of escaping the consequence

That a defendant is depending on the system
Totally void of judgment purposely made to twist em'
Emotional victim blackmailed by the henchmen
Framed by intentions, inventions whereby they lynch men

Enter the false witness slandering the accused
Planting the seed openly showing he's being used
To discredit, edit, headed for the alleged
Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected

Expert witness, the paid authority
Made a priority to deceive the majority
Of disinterested peers, dodging duty for years
Hating the process waiting to be returning to their careers

Do we expect the system made for the elect
To possibly judge correct? Properly serve and protect?
Materially corrupt, spiritually amuck
Oblivious to the cause, prosperously bankrupt

Blind leading the blind, guilty never defined
Filthy as swine, a generation purin' it's own mind
Legal extortion, blown out of proportion
In vein deceit, the truth is obsolete

Only two positions, victimizer or victim
Both end up in destruction trusting this crooked system
Mafia with diplomas keeping us in a coma
Trying to own a piece of the "American Corona"

The revolving door, insanity every floor
Sky scraping, paper chasing, what are we working for?
Empty traditions, reaching social positions
Teaching ambition to support the family superstition?

When the Son of Podition is Commander in Chief
The standard is Thief, brethren can we candidly speak?
Woe to the men, trusted in the chariots dem'
Leaning on horses, they run their intellectual sources

Counterfeit wisdom creating the illusion of freedom
Confusion consumes them
Every word they speak it turns them out really white
Internally they absent of light

Trapped in the night and bonded to the Cain of the night
Under the curse, evil men waxing more worse
Faxing the first, angelic being cast to the earth
It's time for rebirth, burnin' up the branch and the root
The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit

Turning me ill, let him who stole, no longer steal
Oh, it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that you keep, the idols you heap
'Causing the destruction you reap

Judgment has come, find it and return to the One
Abandon the flesh, self-interest, Broadway to death
Pride and the greed, hide and subdividing the seed
The knowledge of good and evil is what caused us to lie

Caused us to die, let your emotions be crucified
Renounce all your thoughts
Repent and let your mind be re-taught
You'll find what you sought was based on the deception you bought
A perception of naught, where the majority remains caught

Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die

It's the mystery of Inequity
Say it's the history of Inequity
Say it's the misery of Inequity
When it all, all falls down
I'm telling you all, it all falls down

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Won'T Let You Down (Extended) - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Won'T Let You Down (Extended)
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Kevin Cossom, Daniel Johnson, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
It seems that there's a deadly virus
That's sweeping through the urban community
The side-effects cannot often be seen
Because your pockets will not turn green

Some thought that there was no vaccine
But it seems that we have a cure
Chamillitary Mayne
Get off your couch and go get it

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

I'm up early than a mother
Chasing mine 'cause I'm a hustler
Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind
Only seven days a week and 24 hours a day
That ain't enough for me so I ain't wasting time

'Cause only dreams come to sleepers
And my life ain't getting cheaper
So you know them dollar signs, they on my mind

When they ask me where I'm going?
I say you already know
I'm 'bout to hit the streets and go and get
What's mine, won't let you down

Dreams of having finer things
Riding blades and dreaming should
Make you wanna wake up and get it
In real life than see the wood

In your grip, if you slip and don't grab
What you see ain't good
Only place that you gonna be
Or ever see gonna be the hood

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

Boy that word ain't no excuse
You know what it mean to me
It means you passing over
Opportunities repeatedly

Write it on a piece of paper
Only thing I see is P
That paper, paper, paper chaser
Better thing for me to be

Now, my services ain't for free
Make that money multiply
Early in the morning I be gone
Chase with me, it ain't gonna be no tie

Try to explain and give 'em game
I don't know why I even try
You do the same if you was I
But you are you so you gonna lie

Make 'em think that you got cash
Tell them ladies you got slabs
Only thing you get is laughs
You can't even bring down half

Of the bill that's on that tab
Only thing wrong with being broke
Is staying broke and making excuses
'Bout it like there ain't no hope

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

In the hood, having no condition, I was having something
I remember it like it was yesterday
They was talking down on me and I lost a couple homies
I was getting mine while they used to play

They say I need to slow down
But I ain't slowing down for nothing
I don't wanna let the paper get away

So when I'm in the streets grinding
Ain't no need to be crying
The best way that you can help me is to pray
I won't let you down

Partners that was getting lazy
Females that was acting crazy
Them promoters that tried to play me
Mixtape labels that didn't pay me

My old homies that ain't around me
Dissing rappers that came to find me
Major labels that didn't sign me
Left all that nonsense behind me, I got paid

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

See, rich people ain't going to tell you how to get paid
And broke people act like they the richest people in the world
Always telling people with money how to get money
Always spending money that they thought they was gonna get
Buying things they can't afford, stop making excuses

If chronic smoke makes him sleepy
He's gonna tell ya he got chronic fatigue
If liquor makes him drowsy
He gonna say he got that gray goose disease

If women keep taking his money
He gonna tell ya he slipped off his sleeve
Whatever your weakness
Stop making excuses please

You should not be in couch or in house
You should be in route, if you gotta ask where?
Then that's the reason you ain't got nothing
You don't know how to listen, go get it

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Won'T Let You Down (Texas Remix) - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Won'T Let You Down (Texas Remix)
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Kevin Cossom, Daniel Johnson, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
It seems that there's a deadly virus
That's sweeping through the urban community
The side-effects cannot often be seen
Because your pockets will not turn green

Some thought that there was no vaccine
But it seems that we have a cure
Chamillitary Mayne
Get off your couch and go get it

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

I'm up early than a mother
Chasing mine 'cause I'm a hustler
Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind
Only seven days a week and 24 hours a day
That ain't enough for me so I ain't wasting time

'Cause only dreams come to sleepers
And my life ain't getting cheaper
So you know them dollar signs, they on my mind

When they ask me where I'm going?
I say you already know
I'm 'bout to hit the streets and go and get
What's mine, won't let you down

Dreams of having finer things
Riding blades and dreaming should
Make you wanna wake up and get it
In real life than see the wood

In your grip, if you slip and don't grab
What you see ain't good
Only place that you gonna be
Or ever see gonna be the hood

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

Boy that word ain't no excuse
You know what it mean to me
It means you passing over
Opportunities repeatedly

Write it on a piece of paper
Only thing I see is P
That paper, paper, paper chaser
Better thing for me to be

Now, my services ain't for free
Make that money multiply
Early in the morning I be gone
Chase with me, it ain't gonna be no tie

Try to explain and give 'em game
I don't know why I even try
You do the same if you was I
But you are you so you gonna lie

Make 'em think that you got cash
Tell them ladies you got slabs
Only thing you get is laughs
You can't even bring down half

Of the bill that's on that tab
Only thing wrong with being broke
Is staying broke and making excuses
'Bout it like there ain't no hope

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

In the hood, having no condition, I was having something
I remember it like it was yesterday
They was talking down on me and I lost a couple homies
I was getting mine while they used to play

They say I need to slow down
But I ain't slowing down for nothing
I don't wanna let the paper get away

So when I'm in the streets grinding
Ain't no need to be crying
The best way that you can help me is to pray
I won't let you down

Partners that was getting lazy
Females that was acting crazy
Them promoters that tried to play me
Mixtape labels that didn't pay me

My old homies that ain't around me
Dissing rappers that came to find me
Major labels that didn't sign me
Left all that nonsense behind me, I got paid

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

See, rich people ain't going to tell you how to get paid
And broke people act like they the richest people in the world
Always telling people with money how to get money
Always spending money that they thought they was gonna get
Buying things they can't afford, stop making excuses

If chronic smoke makes him sleepy
He's gonna tell ya he got chronic fatigue
If liquor makes him drowsy
He gonna say he got that gray goose disease

If women keep taking his money
He gonna tell ya he slipped off his sleeve
Whatever your weakness
Stop making excuses please

You should not be in couch or in house
You should be in route, if you gotta ask where?
Then that's the reason you ain't got nothing
You don't know how to listen, go get it

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Won'T Let You Down - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Won'T Let You Down
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Kevin Cossom, Daniel Johnson, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
It seems that there's a deadly virus
That's sweeping through the urban community
The side-effects cannot often be seen
Because your pockets will not turn green

Some thought that there was no vaccine
But it seems that we have a cure
Chamillitary Mayne
Get off your couch and go get it

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

I'm up early than a mother
Chasing mine 'cause I'm a hustler
Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind
Only seven days a week and 24 hours a day
That ain't enough for me so I ain't wasting time

'Cause only dreams come to sleepers
And my life ain't getting cheaper
So you know them dollar signs, they on my mind

When they ask me where I'm going?
I say you already know
I'm 'bout to hit the streets and go and get
What's mine, won't let you down

Dreams of having finer things
Riding blades and dreaming should
Make you wanna wake up and get it
In real life than see the wood

In your grip, if you slip and don't grab
What you see ain't good
Only place that you gonna be
Or ever see gonna be the hood

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

Boy that word ain't no excuse
You know what it mean to me
It means you passing over
Opportunities repeatedly

Write it on a piece of paper
Only thing I see is P
That paper, paper, paper chaser
Better thing for me to be

Now, my services ain't for free
Make that money multiply
Early in the morning I be gone
Chase with me, it ain't gonna be no tie

Try to explain and give 'em game
I don't know why I even try
You do the same if you was I
But you are you so you gonna lie

Make 'em think that you got cash
Tell them ladies you got slabs
Only thing you get is laughs
You can't even bring down half

Of the bill that's on that tab
Only thing wrong with being broke
Is staying broke and making excuses
'Bout it like there ain't no hope

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

In the hood, having no condition, I was having something
I remember it like it was yesterday
They was talking down on me and I lost a couple homies
I was getting mine while they used to play

They say I need to slow down
But I ain't slowing down for nothing
I don't wanna let the paper get away

So when I'm in the streets grinding
Ain't no need to be crying
The best way that you can help me is to pray
I won't let you down

Partners that was getting lazy
Females that was acting crazy
Them promoters that tried to play me
Mixtape labels that didn't pay me

My old homies that ain't around me
Dissing rappers that came to find me
Major labels that didn't sign me
Left all that nonsense behind me, I got paid

I'm up early in the morning
Thinking 'bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me, that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm getting it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

See, rich people ain't going to tell you how to get paid
And broke people act like they the richest people in the world
Always telling people with money how to get money
Always spending money that they thought they was gonna get
Buying things they can't afford, stop making excuses

If chronic smoke makes him sleepy
He's gonna tell ya he got chronic fatigue
If liquor makes him drowsy
He gonna say he got that gray goose disease

If women keep taking his money
He gonna tell ya he slipped off his sleeve
Whatever your weakness
Stop making excuses please

You should not be in couch or in house
You should be in route, if you gotta ask where?
Then that's the reason you ain't got nothing
You don't know how to listen, go get it

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Big Picture - Lyrics - Lisa Brokop

Title: Big Picture
Artist: Lisa Brokop
Composer(s): Lisa Ann Brokop, Gilles Adelard Godard, Joe Leathers

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Lyric:
I'm a collector of masterpieces
Totally into original things
And I've got priceless art hangin' on my walls
And I love the noise that creative brings

Ain't got a vault or security
It's not a velvet rope kind of gallery
It's just

Sunshine smilin' on plain white paper
Cardboard cutouts with angel wings
Rainbow drawings by tiny fingers
And a big ol' castle out of Popsicle sticks

But my favorite piece, ain't got a frame
It's on the 'refrigerator door with the misspelled name
With a cat and the dog and Janie and her sister
There I am in the middle of the real big picture

Used to be the paper, now it's paper dolls
I'm dodgin' Crayolas on the kitchen floor
And sometimes I rush to work for peace and quiet
But I miss it all once, I'm out the door
And when the world gets crazy and cold
Lucky me, I get to come home to that

Sunshine smilin' on plain white paper
Cardboard cutouts with angel wings
Rainbow drawings by tiny fingers
And a big ol' castle out of Popsicle sticks

But my favorite piece, ain't got a frame
It's on the 'refrigerator door with the misspelled name
With a cat and the dog and Janie and her sister
There I am in the middle of the real big picture

Yeah, you know my favorite piece, ain't got a frame
It's on the 'refrigerator door with the misspelled name
With a cat and the dog and Janie and her sister
There I am in the middle of the real big picture
The real big picture

There I am in the middle of the real big picture, yeah
The sunshine is smilin', the real big picture

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Whoever Finds This I Love You - Lyrics - Mac Davis

Title: Whoever Finds This I Love You
Artist: Mac Davis
Composer(s): Mac Davis

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Lyric:
On a quiet street in the city
A little old man walks along
Shuffling through the autumn afternoon
And the autumn leaves reminded him
Another summer's come and gone

He had a long, lonely night ahead waiting for June
Then among the leaves near an orphan's home
A piece of paper caught his eye
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
And as he read the childish writing, the old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside him like a flame

Whoever finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this, I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So whoever finds this, I love you

The old man's eyes searched the orphan's home
And cam to rest upon a child with her nose
Pressed up against the window pane
And the old man knew he'd found a friend at last
So he waved at her and smiled
And they both knew they'd spend the winter laughing at the rain

And they did spend the summer
Laughing at the rain, talking through the fence
Exchanging little gifts they'd made for each other
The old man would carve toys for the little girl
And she would draw pictures for him of beautiful ladies
Surrounded by green trees and sunshine and they laughed a lot

But then on the first day of June, the little girl ran to the fence
To show the man a picture she had drawn but he wasn't there
And somehow, the little girl knew he wasn't coming back
So she went back to her little room
Took out a Crayola and a piece of paper and wrote

Whoever finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this, I need you
I don't even have no one to talk to
So whoever finds this, I love you

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