Live High - Lyrics - We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things - Jason Mraz

Title: Live High
Album: We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Jason Thomas Mraz

Lyric:
I try to picture a girl through a looking glass
And see her as a carbon atom, see her eyes and stare back at them
See the girl as her own new world
Though her home is on the surface she is still a universe

Glory God, oh God is peeking through the blinds
Are we all here standing naked
Taking guesses at the actual date and time
Oh my, justifying reasons why
Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by

Live high, live mighty
Live righteously takin' it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously

I try to picture the man to always have an open hand
See him as a giving tree, see him as matter
Matter of fact he's not a beast
No, not the devil either, always a good deed doer
Well, it's laughter that we're makin' after all

The call of the wild is still in order nationwide
In the order of the primates all our politics are too late
Oh my, the congregation in my mind
Is an assembly selling gratitude and practicing their lovin' of you

Live high, live mighty
Live righteously takin' it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously

And oh, let's take it easy and celebrate the malleable reality
Because nothing is ever as it seems, this life is but a dream

Live high, live mighty
Live righteously takin' it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously, let's take it easy

Live high, live mighty
Live righteously takin' it easy
Live high, live mighty
Live righteously, let's take it easy

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Righteously - Lyrics - Live at the Fillmore - Lucinda Williams

Title: Righteously
Album: Live at the Fillmore
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

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Lyric:
You don't have to prove
Your manhood to me constantly
I know you're the man, can't you see?
I love you righteously

Why you wanna dis me?
After the way you've been kissin' me
After those pretty things you say
And the love we made today

When you run your hand
All up and run it back down my leg
Get excited and bite my neck
Get me all worked up like that

Think this through
I laid it down for you everytime
Respect me I give you what's mine
You're entirely way too fine

Arms around my waist
You get a taste of how good this can be
Be the man you ought to tenderly
Stand up for me

Flirt with me don't keep hurtin' me
Don't cause me pain
Be my lover don't play no game
Just play me John Coltrane

You don't have to prove
Your manhood to me constantly
I know you're the man, can't you see?
I love you righteously

Why you wanna dis me?
After the way you've been kissin' me
After those pretty things you say
And the love we made today

When you run your hand
All up and run it back down my leg
Get excited and bite my neck
Get me all worked up like that

Think this through
I laid it down for you everytime
Respect me I give you what's mine
You're entirely way too fine

Arms around my waist
You get a taste of how good this can be
Be the man you ought to tenderly
Stand up for me

Flirt with me don't keep hurtin' me
Don't cause me pain
Be my lover don't play no game
Just play me John Coltrane

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Iron Horse/Born To Lose - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Iron Horse/Born To Lose
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Derek Brown, Guy Lawrence, Philip John Taylor

Lyric:
He rides a road, that don't have no end
An open highway, without any bends
Tramp and his stallion, alone in a dream
Proud in his colors, as the chromium gleams

On iron horse he flies
On iron horse he gladly dies
Iron horse his wife
Iron horse his life

He lives his life, he's living it fast
Don't try to hide, when the dice have been cast
He rides a whirlwind, that cuts to the bone
Loaded forever, and righteously stoned

On iron horse he flies
On iron horse he gladly dies
Iron horse his wife
Iron horse his life

Yeah, slide it to me

One day one day, they'll go for the sun
Together they'll slide, on the eternal run
Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze
Yeah tramp and the brothers, all born to lose

On iron horse he flies
On iron horse he gladly dies
Iron horse his wife
Iron horse his life

Iron horse his life
Iron horse his wife
Iron horse his wife
Iron horse his life

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Get Right With God - Lyrics - Lucinda Williams

Title: Get Right With God
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

Lyric:
Get down with him

I would risk the serpent's bite
I would dance around with seven
I would kiss the diamond back
If I knew it would get me to heaven

'Cause I want to get right with God
Yes, you know you got to get right with God

I would burn the soles of my feet
Burn the palms of both my hands
If I could learn and be complete
If I could walk righteously again

'Cause I want to get right with God
Yes, you know you got to get right with God

I would sleep on a bed of nails
Till my back was torn and bleeding
In the deep darkness of hell
The Damascus of my meeting

I want to get right with God
Yes, you know you got to get right with God

I asked God about His plan
To save us all from Satan's slaughter
If I give up one of my lambs
Will You take me as one of Your daughters?

'Cause I want to get right with God
Yes, you know you got to get right with God

'Cause I want to get right with God
Yes, you know you got to get right with God

'Cause I want to get right with God
Yes, you know you got to get right with God

'Cause I want to get right with God
Yes, you know you got to get right with God

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State Funeral - Lyrics - For Blood & Empire - Anti Flag

Title: State Funeral
Album: For Blood & Empire
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
This is the sound of a dropping bomb

After years of this are we still all content?
With being pawns in war game chess
Shuffled by King George and his English Queen
On a board of autocracy

Fundamentalist citing stories and fables
Of whose God is more righteously skilled
In whose Gods' honor [Incomprehensible] we are all killed

A dead ringer for Armageddon
([Incomprehensible])
A dead ringer for Armageddon, yeah
([Incomprehensible])
A dead ringer for Armageddon
([Incomprehensible])
This state funeral, we do not mourn

And still the wicked sleep
And dream of endless years of tyranny
Passed on by incestuous means
Skull and Bone, Freemason reigns

A dead ringer for Armageddon
([Incomprehensible])
A dead ringer for Armageddon
([Incomprehensible])
A dead ringer for Armageddon
([Incomprehensible])
This state funeral, we do not mourn

Destroy all adversary
Free yourself, erase the common enemy
Free yourself, extinguishing the quarry
Free yourself, through the smoke screen, we seek out justice

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It'S Never Gonna Be The Same Again - Lyrics - Kris Kristofferson

Title: It'S Never Gonna Be The Same Again
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

Lyric:
All we've ever owed each other for the time we spent together
Was the right to know it's over when it's gone
What it wasn't doesn't matter and it still don't feel no better
Just to know who done who righteously or wrong

Lord I wish that I could say I could see a single way
That we could take it back to where it used to be
Before the daylight broke to pieces
Everything I used to make believe

And it's never gonna be the same again
I'm sorry we can't even still be friends
Trusting you has left some wounds that time ain't gonna mend
And it's a never gonna be the same again

It's a shame to know it's over and you're nothing but another
Pretty thing that I don't do before I die
But the saddest part of all is never knowin'
If you'll ever even wonder why

And it's never gonna be the same again
I'm sorry we can't even still be friends
Trusting you has left some wounds that time ain't gonna mend
And it's a never gonna be the same again
Oh, you can't never gonna be the same again

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Why - Lyrics - From Me to U - Juelz Santana

Title: Why
Album: From Me to U
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Gregory Omar Green, T Lewis, U Raymond, Seon Thomas, J Harris, Laron James

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Lyric:
Damn
It's like the beater just asking me why
Why I'm rapping to y'all, it's crazy
Listen, c'mon

My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
I slang caine on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky three, and the death of Apollo creed

I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimey as I can be, as sheiesty as I can be
Niggaz live nicey, and don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and they wanna take my life from me

They don't understand I love it, and I like the beef
The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat

I don't think like usual people
Who think like usual people, who don't think right
I think like Muslims, in movements of people
Who move with they people and move on your people

Power is stronger than voodoo and evil
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle
Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ of an Einstein too

Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon bon goo
They think I'm crazy, well I do too
Leave me alone please, I'm in my two three zone please
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me
It's crazy

Why
Why
Why

It's like my life keeps turning around
Every second I need a light, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
My thoughts is always foggy, they blurring right now listen, told you

I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girls walk with they brain in their skirt
So while you're fucker, they thinking of ways to get even
Or a way out the hood, they make up a reason

For the judge, and then they take you to see him
You wake up and face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor
So be careful, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane

Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain
'Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain
That's just the rules and regulations of the game
When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so

If not, those wolves aiming where you laying
And they waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting
'Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it

And their girls really want it
Plus I'm frontin' twenty three
Big truckin, new Z
New bucket, fuck it

Listen

Why
Why
Why

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Soul Sista - Lyrics - Bilal

Title: Soul Sista
Artist: Bilal
Composer(s): Raphael Saadiq, James Mtume, Bilal Oliver

Lyric:
It's all in her eyes, you and me, words just disguise
All the things that you be
What is deep, it's deeper than sea
So only it knows, this kind of vibe gets stronger in time

Won't go on unnoticed, so concrete can't hold this
Hearts filled righteously
Whatever it is, I know that it's real
Long as you know, no complaints, you're all that I feel

(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista
(Sista soul)
Hey sis, you must be my soul sista, soul sista
(Sista soul)
Hey sis, you must be my soul sista
(Sista soul)

You are so fine, like spaces that fall in my soul
See baby that has no rhyme
Do you like how it feels when I smoke you out head down to your toes?
Making you, making you scream and shout

You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you're my
(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you're my
(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you're my
(Sista soul)

You must be my soul sista, soul sista
(Sista soul)
(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista, sista, sista, sista soul
(Sista soul)

Sista soul, sista soul, sista soul
Can I love you in the right way? Please
Soul, hold, baby I want to love
You know baby I want to love in the right way
Hold 'cause you're my soul sista, baby you are my
All I wanna do is love you in the right way

Hold, on 'cause baby, you're my soul sista
So love you in the right way, you are my
You're my soul sista, you're my
Soul sista

You're my soul sista, soul, you're my soul sista, hey, yeah, yeah
I want to love you in the right way
Hold, don't you know what I say
Hold, baby don't you know, you're my soul sista, hey

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The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): P Howard, T Black, Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
I know you think you got it together player but fuck the bird
You with and listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch there's always
One thing wrong and you wish that you could switch or fix
While you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch

A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper mad niggaz in this one predicament
You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it, my stupid dick again
Searching for something to jump and then start humpin'
Convincing me that the history of a woman is about
Leaving a nigga with nothing so my experiences taught me
How to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man

A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand
And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her I creep in the night
Like a kinky undertaker I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd
From the Ivy League, next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one
And flee what's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant
To kidnap the chef, say goodbye to the stress

I know you think you got it together player but fuck the bird
You with and listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch there's always
One thing wrong and you wish that you could switch or fix
While you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch

I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever these surgical gloves
Are made of love, couldn't be better four cycles of blood
Child birth first menstrual cycle, last menstrual cycle then death
That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth put 'em together
That's a genius, a slut and a chef holdin' the scalpel
While cutting the flesh heavy bleeding, so I need suction
It's such a mess if she survives she'll be sucking me next

Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could titty fuck
While she do my taxes for the IRS so I could just relax, shit
By now I'm blessed I'm her daddy I'm her Messiah, I'm God
'Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart
Know you mad 'cause you with a bitch that nag you to death
I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath

I know you think you got it together player but fuck the bird
You with and listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch there's always
One thing wrong and you wish that you could switch or fix
While you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch

Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
Like Billie Holiday in Harlem body from Ketoi Johnson
And Kenya Moore and Apple Bottoms Maya Angelou's brain
And some groove from Terry McMillan them Angelina Jolie lips
Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit helping me load clips

Some words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"
But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without, without the misses
All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie
Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt

I know you think you got it together player but fuck the bird
You with and listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch
Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch there's always
One thing wrong and you wish that you could switch or fix
While you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of a perfect bitch

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Last Dayz - Lyrics - Az

Title: Last Dayz
Artist: Az
Composer(s): R Kelly, Anthony Cruz, Darryl Young, Kenny Kornegay

Lyric:
Yeah, close your eyes and fly with me
Spark your lye, get high with me
Raise your glass with me
Come inside and see
Come on, come on
Close your eyes, let fly with me
Light your lye, get high with me
Raise your glasses

Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the world
Never hate the next man that be tappin' your girl
It's just a hype, shoot anything's a man vision thru life
Help me to understand the chosen ones livin' thru Christ
Blinded time from so many signs shown from greed
Tryin' to calculate all the funds I blown from weed
Started out just a young shorty, wakin' the rules
Turnin' out to be the wise, educatin' the fools

So many lost in these last days, closed curtains
Tryin' to change from my past ways, I'm soul searchin'
Diggin' deep, tryin' to feel within', it's real ill
Takin' time just to chill with friends we still bill
Always told when I kick it with Moms, to stay strong
Watch out for them bitches that's wicked, they play wrong
Keep your game strong, maintain yourself and live
Star bless the kids, soon sometin' gotta give

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

You got to know when your end is near, I been there
Seen years disappear in thin air, nobody wins here
Swore on the population, we fightin' blind
For sure, we need to stop the hatin', enlightin' minds
Many die from a tragic death in cold blood
Behoggin' niggas lost or lack respect, show love
Sometime I wonder, was we ever free? High officials
They move so cleverly, don't ever sleep
Got my mind on the proverbs, ecclesiastics

These Bible words, so absurd, I read 'em backwards
They open doors, gave me a cause to stay swift
And reward, it gave me the sword to stay rich
Understandin' is the best part, besides that
I fell-a off to a fresh start, no time to sidetrack
So much more still to come, it seems strange
I was much more iller young but things change
Tryin' to grow old, so many sights to see
Told it never fold just more righteously, you know?

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

I never knew any bloods and crips but they exist
In New York, it's just thugs and clicks, we offer tips
Makin' moves, tryin' to stay afloat, it get deep
In these streets you either stay or walk or get beat
So strategize like the wise king, respect due
Brothers get high and let they mind scheme, I got tek cool
In this world where so many stress, understand
Ain't nuttin' left but the thoughts of death, we're sons of man

So off track it's a shame to see, it's open season
Got police movin' dangerously, for no reason
Hopin' soon we can all adapt, get wise
It build lies, it was all a trap, in disguise
Assassinated by my own kind, so why ask
Because blacks to have a closed mind, deal with facts
Keep your eyes open, never rock yourself to sleep
Love to the east, let the dead rest in peace

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

We gotta do, what we gotta do
Brothers, sisters, you gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
Ain't nothin' gonna come from this
We gotta make it right now, we gotta make it right now, now
Oh, think about the babies
Yeah, think about the babies

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Can'T Explain (42nd Street Happenstance) - Lyrics - Jill Scott

Title: Can'T Explain (42nd Street Happenstance)
Artist: Jill Scott
Composer(s): Jill H. Scott, James Jason Poyser

Lyric:
I'm truly sorry baby, for what I did to you
While you were busy lovin' me, I was busy too
Oh, I played you dirty boy
Did some things I shouldn't do
While you were only tryin' to treat me good
I was playin' damn

I can't even begin to explain
I'm sorry, sorry baby
I can't even begin to explain, ooh

I'm truly sorry boy, believe me, I had my turn
The next time love came along
And it was me who burned
Sad and desperate, I cried
Wonderin' why, askin' God, "Why?"
He would do this to me, so damn easy

But karma's real, and now I really do understand
What you give is what you get, universal plan
Paid my price, and looked in my life
And finally I'm lovin' somebody righteously

And, I can't even begin to explain
Oh, I've gotta live
I can't even begin to explain, oh baby

What goes around, really do
Really does come back around
And I'm sorry for what I did to you
You didn't deserve what I gave you, but I gave it to you
I hope you're ok
I hope you're lovin' well

Baby, just because you loved and lost
Don't mean stop lovin'
If you have a nightmare, doesn't mean you stop dreamin'
Don't give up on love, because what I did to you
I hope you're ok, I really do

I can't even begin to explain
Oh, give love a try baby
I can't even begin to explain
Oh, how good
I can't even begin to explain

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40 - Automatic - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Automatic
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Donald Fletcher, Kenneth Gamble, Leon A Huff, A Jackson, John Jackson, Earl Stevens, Hal Davis, Weldon Parks

Lyric:
Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

Do the portable scale, stackin' my mil
Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of jail
Possession of sales, pocket all sales
Conspiracy charges, hate betrayals

Payin' the rent
'Cause I don't write nothin' down
I keep it all in my head, intelligent
About my business, memory like an elephant

Chasin' the dream, suit up for cream
Special represented tactics team
They out for teams and infrared beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and spleens

Fire hydrants, ambulance sirens
Suspended license, police indictments
Righteously what it all boils down to
Is basically who's the wisest

Ooh, my heart made of granite
Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it
I didn't come in here empty handed
I came in here on business and y'all gone retrospect it dammit

Been out the game, did that mane
Vallejeo I claim, made the name
Feel my pain, ghetto fame
Magazine street hustla mane

Messin' around in the fast lane
Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and Falcons
Project livin' and public housin'

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, uh)
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

Ladies and gentlemen, it's ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas hate me 'cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, these techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

I get money on the grind
So if you got ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be mine
'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the shine

I'm gettin' ticked off again
Y'all must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in
The click often been, blowin' sticky
That come in the same jars that they stick coffee in

And I got chicks offerin'
But I play hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again
You lookin' at the way the coast to coast G do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay, bring the hook in by the way, oh

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'
To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'

It don't matter if you locin' or bleedin'
Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You slow pokin' or speedin'
All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm gettin' used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
Stayin' focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'
I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', please believe it

I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang Cain
Respected on the streets before the fame
Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game

Paid my dues, obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the click
All a my fellows and all a my dawgs
Ridin' the mustard and mayonnaise on vogues

Feelin' em up, sittin' 'em down
Bossin' and flossin' all over the town
Hardest state Benzes ya ever heard
In ya life man, write that down

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'
To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'

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