Table For Two - Lyrics - My Name Is Joe - Joe

Title: Table For Two
Album: My Name Is Joe
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Allen Gordon, Jolyon Ward Skinner, Joe Lewis Thomas

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Lyric:
You like that baby, I know you like that
Girl, tonight is all for you, a special rendezvous, a table for two

A table for two, dinner room with a view
Your body's unwinding you, let me eat it up
Gonna start at your toes 'til I hit it up
A table for two, tonight I'm gonna eat on you
But there won't be no add on you's, no teasing you
Gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you

Come on in, lay the table, it's your body I wanna feast
Girl tonight, I'll be your waiter, I'm gonna serve you a midnight treat
Would you like a little teaser enough to wet your appetite?
A little taste of something sweeter served just the way you like

I wanna taste your wine, I want your lips on mine
I wanna pleasure you, baby, anyway you want me to

A table for two, dinner room with a view
Your body's unwinding you, let me eat it up
Gonna start at your toes 'til I hit it up
A table for two, tonight I'm gonna eat on you
But there won't be no add on you's, no teasing you
Gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you

I'll make you say, "Ooh, just a little more"
I think you're ready for the main course
A little cream and cherry thing that I can spread below your navel ring
I work my way down just a bit lower, I wanna kiss your body right
And just when you think it's over I'll make it last all night

I wanna taste your wine, I want your lips on mine
I wanna pleasure you, baby, anyway you want me to

A table for two, dinner room with a view
Your body's unwinding you, let me eat it up
Gonna start at your toes 'til I hit it up
A table for two, tonight I'm gonna eat on you
But there won't be no add on you's, no teasing you
Gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you

Fingertips on your lips
Don't it make you wanna cream
Don't say, they so sweet on my tongue
I can feel you sugar rush, here it comes

A table for two, dinner room with a view
Your body's unwinding you, let me eat it up
Gonna start at your toes 'til I hit it up
A table for two, tonight I'm gonna eat on you
But there won't be no add on you's, no teasing you
Gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you

A table for two, dinner room with a view
Your body's unwinding you, let me eat it up
Gonna start at your toes 'til I hit it up
A table for two, tonight I'm gonna eat on you
But there won't be no add on you's, no teasing you
Gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you

A table for two, dinner room with a view
Your body's unwinding you, let me eat it up
Gonna start at your toes 'til I hit it up
A table for two, tonight I'm gonna eat on you
But there won't be no add on you's, no teasing you
Gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you

A table for two, dinner room with a view
Your body's unwinding you, let me eat it up
Gonna start at your toes 'til I hit it up
A table for two, tonight I'm gonna eat on you
But there won't be no add on you's, no teasing you
Gonna kiss on your lips where it's pleasing you
A table for two

A table for two, oh, for a view, oh
On my menu, oh no oh oh baby do

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Room With A View - Lyrics - Carolyn Dawn Johnson

Title: Room With A View
Artist: Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Composer(s): Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Chuck Jones

Lyric:
They gave you a corner room on the fifth floor
The city lights were like candy to a kid in a store
Like a king you'd lay in your bed so state fully
So thankful they gave you a room with scenery

You always were so healthy, so full of life
So seeing you so helpless just didn't seem right
How you kept your head so high I'll never know
I guess you knew you had a better place to go
Now

You've got a room with a view
A window to the world
You always had your sights set high
And now that you're gone
Your memory lives on
And I see you smiling in my mind
With angels as visitors dropping by
Your room with a view

I'll always miss you
I'll always feel the loss
I have to remind myself that you're better off
I gotta believe even through these tears of mine
Wherever you are there's a sun that always shines

And you've got a room with a view
A window to the world
You always had your sights set high
And now that you're gone
Your memory lives on
And I see you smiling in my mind
With angels as visitors dropping by
Your room with a view

With angels as visitors dropping by
Your room with a view

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Whisper - Lyrics - Wayne

Title: Whisper
Artist: Wayne
Composer(s): Rodney Reaves

Lyric:
I'm not the pavement you're looking for
And I didn't come with a view
And I wouldn't trade a box of rocks
For things you think are worth enough
To get a generation through

I don't make my shape with your phony eyes
And I won't sit down till I'm through
And I take time because it's mine
Not so I can waste it on the things that I don't need to do

I know what to look for in a wave

Take a breath, it'll be over soon
And I'll do it with a whisper
You won't even know that I'm in the room
And I'll do it with a whisper

And hat you see is only what you see
And what you feel covers the rest
Well, tell me why the things I see
Just don't make me feel like
Everybody wants to do there best?

I'm just trying to help you with your bags

Take a breath, it'll be over soon
And I'll do it with a whisper
You won't even know that I'm in the room
And I'll do it with a whisper

I won't ride the tails that are going down
When there's more to do
And I know what to look for in a wave

Take a breath, it'll be over soon
And I'll do it with a whisper
You won't even know that I'm in the room
And I'll do it with a whisper

Well, take a breath, it'll be over soon
And I'll do it with a whisper
And you won't even know that I'm in the room
And I'll do it with a whisper

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Live - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Live
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
South Bronx, New York

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

I heard your CD is wack, wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth?
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hype man sound like a bitch that switch

Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo, TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it, I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give 'em a permanent suntan

Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth
With a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing your girl
All night with a fucking bomb

I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast their ass off

Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka
Blow smoke in a tour bus, in a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them, city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us

Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family
We roll and amp G, what the fuck y'all talking about?
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch

See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Y'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

Smearing your mailbox with peanut butter and jelly
With pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table
I'm ready and able

Going on the roof when the pay-per-view fight come on
Click off the cable, harass you to move
Leaving poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your toilet stool
While you scream ''fuck you''

I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house

Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room, dropping bombs
On your fur coat with a box kaboom

Watching the Mets putting shit
On your TV sets in the shower
You won't be able to watch a program
With remote controls for seventy hours

Check out your sore ribs, the screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
Or your credit card to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street walking by the main avenue
I'm passing you with a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you, you looking at me, I'm a start walking behind you
Act like I'm pantomiming you

Talking to police men, chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
What's up motherfuckers?

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

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A Room Full Of View - Lyrics - Billie Myers

Title: A Room Full Of View
Artist: Billie Myers
Composer(s): Billie Myers, Desmond Child

Lyric:
There was no room for me in a room full of you
There were doors all around, but I couldn't find the keys
When we ran out of air
We didn't know what to do
Suffocated by love in a room with no view
Am I sorry?
Oh yeah, yeah, I'm sorry
But why do I feel so sorry?
When I'm not really sure
When I'm not really sure what I'm sorry for?

Oh, I tried to tell you a thousand times
That we both needed space to find some peace of mind
And I could have made you happy
Though you know, you know I tried
You know I tried
I gave you everything
I didn't think twice
And I lost myself in the sacrifice
No, I could have made you happy
How with every breath, I died
'Cause there's no room for me in a room full of you

In between all the noise, silence build a China wall
We build it up to the sky
Throwing stones to watch them fall
Did I hurt you?
You know I didn't mean to
Then I tried too hard not to love you
Like I could've cared less
No I couldn't, well I couldn't, no I couldn't care more

I tried to tell you a thousand times
That we both needed space to find some peace of mind
And I could have made you happy
Though you know how hard I tried
You know I tried
I gave you everything
I didn't think twice
And I lost myself in the sacrifice
No, I could have made you happy
How with every breath, I died
You know I died
'Cause there's no room for me in a room full of you

When I said I didn't love you
Did you know I lied, I lied, I lied?
Say goodbye
Said that I need you, said that I need you
Like I said I gave you everything
I didn't think twice
And I lost myself in the sacrifice
No, I couldn't make you happy
And with every breath, I died
'Cause there's no room
No there's no room for me
In a room full of you

And the doors are closing now, I'm walking out
'Cause there's no room for me in a room full of you
And there's no room left for you, for me, goodbye goodbye
I'd like to say I don't love you, but that would be a lie

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Having Trouble With The Language - Lyrics - Billie Myers

Title: Having Trouble With The Language
Artist: Billie Myers
Composer(s): Billie Myers, Peter Vale

Lyric:
Picture postcard honesty
In the land of hopeless dreams
That man in my sitting room
Only lives behind the screen

Oh, look at me happily
In this third party situation
A married man with a see through smile
Who's not quite what he seems

Oh, I'm having trouble with the language
Having trouble getting through
Haven't learned my lessons well
So I don't know what to do

Having trouble with the language
Do you voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
Oh, that's just my point of view

Andre's such a sycophant
Who always leaves the truth behind
Always stands on the outside
No matter how hard she tries

It's been a while, the ready smile
I've got to go, oh look at the time
If only she knew what the restless do
She would surely break down and cry

Oh, I'm having trouble with the language
Yeah, having trouble getting through
Haven't learned my lessons well
So I don't know what to do

Having trouble with the language
Do you voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
Oh, that's just my point of view
That's just my view

In a storm electric
The lightning struck his head twice
Now I'm a vegetarian
Because the pig in the middle is dead
Oh yeah, oh no

Downtown at the funeral home
There's a dark cloud over our heads
She looked better in a black suit
But he looked better dead

Oh, having trouble with the language
(With a knock, knock, knock)
Having trouble breaking through
(And a knock, knock, knock)
Yeah, no you don't know what to do

Having trouble with the language
Do you voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
Oh, that's just my point of view

Oh yeah
Oh, what he's talking 'bout?
Having trouble with the language
Do you voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
Oh, that's just my point of view

Having trouble with the language
Having trouble getting through
I still don't know
I don't know what to do
[Incomprehensible]
By the way that's French
Do you know what?

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Splak Shop - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - 2 Live Crew

Title: Splak Shop
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Luther Campbell, David Hobbs, Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won

Lyric:
I won't take a bitch to my house
Don't have to see where I'm livin', uh-uh, that's out!
If you want to splak, I know you're down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track

It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in the mood
Like bottles of champagne with gold-trim glasses
A king-size waterbed to lay your ass in

A video screen, of you and me
So don't be camera-shy; I won't let nobody see
You can lounge around in your silky nightgown
Just take off your bra and pull your panties down

'Cause I'll seduce you, whore, bust down your back door
You dog-ass bitch, get down on all fours
'Cause this is the place for head, booty and cock
You know what it's called, the Fuck Shop!

Now bitches and sluts, I'm down with 'em
And there's a place where I get with 'em
It has a water bed 'cause the place is phat
A lion-skin rug to lay the bitch on her back

With mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls
Mirrors on the floor so I can see it all
No need for hide-and-seek, so drop them draws
And raise that ass so I'll splak it all!

So bend your ass over, I'll get it from the back
Dick ya ass down, make the pussy go smack
And with every stroke, bitch, start to yell
Ain't nothing can save you but a truth in the smell

It's a freaky place, and an all-out blast,
'Cause when you're done, you'll wash your ass
So if you're down, we'll hit the spot
You know what it's called, the Splak Shop!

The Fuck Shop, the ideal place to meet
When you're cheatin' on your wife with an undercover freak
It's better than any hotel room
Just right for a secret rendezvous

So when you're on a mission, one late night
And you're looking for a spot where the price is right
You can come on in for an hour or two
But just make sure you bring a rubber with you!

When you're with a hoe and you wanna get freaky
This is the spot when you're low on money
Pick her ass up when it's after dawn
Jump in the ride, head to the park

No need for candle lights, panel doors will do
In case you wanna play a little peek-a-boo
So if you got a trick, head to the spot
You know what it's called, the Splak Shop!

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Picture This - Lyrics - Atomic: The Very Best Of Blondie - Blondie

Title: Picture This
Album: Atomic: The Very Best Of Blondie
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): James Destri, Chris Stein, Debbie Harry

Lyric:
All I want is a room with a view
A sight worth seeing, a vision of you
All I want is a room with a view, oh

I will give you my finest hour
The one I spent watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour, oh, yeah

All I want is a photo in my wallet
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a picture of you

Picture this, a day in December
Picture this, freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids
And you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only

Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you, oh, yeah

All I want is 20/20 vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you, oh
If you can

Picture this, a day in December
Picture this, freezing cold weather
You got clouds on your lids
And you'd be on the skids
If it weren't for your job at the garage
If you could only

Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number
One and one is what I'm telling you
Get a pocket computer
Try to do what ya used to do, yeah

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Hail Mary - Lyrics - How the Mighty Fall - Mark Owen

Title: Hail Mary
Album: How the Mighty Fall
Artist: Mark Owen
Composer(s): Leo Abraham, Mark Anthony Owen

Lyric:
In a town, there's a house
In the house, there's a bed
In the bed, there's a man on his back
She says she likes it like that

In a room, there's a print of a Klimpt
In a frame staring down off the wall, wall, wall
Is there a God for us all?
Fade to the man on the bed, he said

"Darling, when you come for me, hail Mary
Darling, when you set me free, hail Mary
Darling, when you look my way
You always seem to be the better part of me, hail Mary"

There's a heart in a cage
And the heart like a clock 'til it stops
Sends the blood to his veins
Back on the surface again

In a room, in a room with a view
Of the love that is killing his pain, pain, pain
Into the walls of his sin
He's breaking out as she's breaking in

"Darling, when you come for me, hail Mary
Darling, when you set me free, hail Mary
Darling when you look my way"

"You always seem to be the better part of me
You always seem to be the better part of me
You always seem to be the better part of me, hail Mary"

I'm a man in a room
With a view of the stars hanging over the town
Hell, Mary, where are we now?
I'm looking up, are you looking down?

Darling, when you come for me, hail Mary
Darling, when you set me free, hail Mary
Darling, when you look my way
You always seem to be the better part of me

Darling, when you come for me, hail Mary
Darling, when you set me free, hail Mary
Darling, when you look my way
You always seem to be the better part of me
Hail Mary

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Never Give Up - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: Never Give Up
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Albhy Galuten, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
I'm a mine of information
I'm a stranger to the cause
I've been watchin' you watchin' me, babe
But the words I had are lost

Just wanna go down to your fire
Wanna rise up in your flames
I wanna be everything you need, babe
I'm begging you to stay in my heart

A room with a view, there's only a fool there
I will never give up, never give up, never give up
I will never give up, never give up, never give up
I will follow you home, how can you turn me away?

Did you ever get hungry or thirsty
With a dream to satisfy?
You don't wanna be safe from being lonely
But you're throat is kinda dry

Did you ever get senseless or defenseless?
An exception to the rule
Ain't nobody pushin' you but you're rushin' in
And I'm beggin' you to stay in my heart

Whatever it takes to make you belong there
I will never give up, never give up, never give up
I will never give up, never give up, never give up

Love knows no other way
Being together and hearing you say you'll be mine
You're my world and I'll be forever yours

You don't wanna be safe from bein' lonely
But you're throat is kinda dry

Did you ever get senseless or defenseless?
An exception to the rule
Ain't nobody pushin' you but you're rushin' in
And I'm beggin' you to stay in my heart

A room with a view, there's only a fool there
I will never give up, never give up, never give up
I will never give up, never give up, never give up
I will follow you home, how can you turn me away?

I will never give up, never give up, never give up
I will never give up, never give up, never give up
Love will follow you home, how can you turn me away?
I will never give up

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A Week In Juarez - Lyrics - Crazy Nights - Lonestar

Title: A Week In Juarez
Album: Crazy Nights
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Jim Mcbride, Phil Bamhart, Sam Hogin

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Lyric:
His name was Travis, her's was Vanessa
Two Texas kids from west of Odessa
Young love and lust defy rational thinkin'
They were hotter than an oil field on fire

When you're that young, everything's crucial
You don't wait around for parental approval
So he asked the question and she answered, "Yes"
They jumped in his truck and tore out for Juarez

They had an informal wedding, south of the border
Got a room with a view for three bucks and a quarter
On a Mexican night, you don't care what might lie ahead
They had a wonderful week in Juarez

Now, when the bottom fell out of his chosen vocation
They were too broke, to move to a greener location
Bills you can't pay, put a strain on devotion
They decided to just call it quits

Well, it might have been luck or divine intervention
But on the way to the lawyer divorce wasn't mentioned
He said, "I still love you", she looked at him
And said, "I know a great way to start over again"

They had an informal wedding, south of the border
Got a room with a view for three bucks and a quarter
On a Mexican night, you don't care what might lie ahead
They had a wonderful week in Juarez

His name was Travis, her's was Vanessa
Two Texas kids from west of Odessa

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Vermillion - Lyrics - Last Of The Ghetto Astronauts - Matthew Good Band

Title: Vermillion
Album: Last Of The Ghetto Astronauts
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Matthew Good

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Lyric:
Take me to the shore
And wrap me in a blind tomorrow
I won't fight no more
And I won't scream
Maybe we'll be washed away
Maybe I just need a holiday

This time we'll get
A room with a view and a velvet painting
And this time we'll stay inside
Until the lights go down
Over the palm trees and the sand

Buy me the blue sky
And wrap me in clouds of blasphemy
In the end I won't ask why
You can do what you want with me
Maybe we'll be thrown away
Maybe we just need a holiday

This time we'll get
A room with a view and a velvet painting
And this time we'll stay inside
Until the lights come up
And everything's vermillion

Take me to the shore
And throw me in the water
I won't fight no more
No, I won't say a thing

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Vermilion - Lyrics - Matthew Good Band

Title: Vermilion
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Matthew Good

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Lyric:
Take me to the shore
And wrap me in a blind tomorrow
I won't fight no more
And I won't scream
Maybe we'll be washed away
Maybe I just need a holiday

This time we'll get
A room with a view and a velvet painting
And this time we'll stay inside
Until the lights go down
Over the palm trees and the sand

Buy me the blue sky
And wrap me in clouds of blasphemy
In the end I won't ask why
You can do what you want with me
Maybe we'll be thrown away
Maybe we just need a holiday

This time we'll get
A room with a view and a velvet painting
And this time we'll stay inside
Until the lights come up
And everything's vermillion

Take me to the shore
And throw me in the water
I won't fight no more
No, I won't say a thing

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Brand New - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Brand New
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Thom Bell, Thomas Bell, Calvin Broadus, Linda Creed, Dana D Ramey, William Leonard Roberts, Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Yung joc, sup?
What it do nephew
You know what it is
All brand new ***

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

From my fitted down to my shoes
I enter the room and your *** might choose
Look me up and down from my head to toe
They point the exit, then I tell ?em let's go

S5 don't forget the fifty
What it cost me? About a hundred fifty
Damn what's this, why so sticky?
That's good Kush, would?a cost ya ?bout a hundred fifty

Still on another level, still brand new
Lookin? at the sky through that panoramic view
She say she like my jeans, even like my sneaks
That's the new Gucci?s, 500 a piece

I make her smile and I smile back
Check the doors, Caddy-stones ya, I bought that
Baby, we can go to Paris or Toronto
Brand new shades whose that [Incomprehensible]

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

Never drive the same car twice
You still buyin' chains, I'm in there chippin' ice
You know, is it real or fake, how much a killa make?
I'm ?bout ownin' somethin', ya dig, real estate

I'm in the '08 Escalade with brand new Gucci shades
I'm flangin' it and singin' it while stayin' up for days
You know my entourage, I does it extra large
Blue bezels for my nizzles, double what you charge

So whenever you see me, you know I'm Fresh2Death
French tip on my nails and now my hair is fresh
In some brand new clothes with some brand new hoes
Is that Phantom doors on that brand new Rolls

On another level, blue rose petals
And when I walk the block, I make everybody wanna talk a lot
To brag and boast that ain't my style, to high signin' and profile
I'd rather blow a pound with my pound and do what you say

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

I let her fantasize, yeah, I'm a fantasy, me
She couldn?t fathom us *** on top of phantom seats
Now, we worldwide speakin' different languages
[Incomprehensible], now, can ya hang with it

I'm a boss girl, you lookin' for a job
*** me on your lunch break and you're sure to star
Get a raise when that brain keep me in a daze
Custom made suede Gucci shoes, I'm on another page

And my money so long, my money so long
I swear my money so long, ain?t lyin?
Murciélagos, just for the car doors
This the main event, those *** is side shows

Where I reside, oh, you consider the side oh
Ashtray and peanuts, it's time to slide
Where I reside, you consider the side
Ashtray and the peanuts it's time you slide

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

[Incomprehensible]
Yung Joc, what it do nephew
All brand new, dat boi

(And I buy all my *** brand new)
I'm gonna smoke on out like that there
(When I walk into the room they choose)
I'm gonna jump off in this brand new car I got
This brand new shoes, this brand new outfit
This brand new sack of *** I got

(It ain't my fault)
Now, I'm lookin' a this ***
Like oh ya I'm actin' all brand new
I don't even know you, for real
That's the business
See ya, see ya, see ya

(Brand new)
It ain't my fault
(When I)
It ain't my fault
(They choose)
It ain't my fault
(?Cause they know my whips, my ice)
Everythin' you got is used

(Is brand new)
That's a used chain
*** had that chain on like 4 years ago
There some used shoes you got
Your automobile is used

*** you don't even, all that ***
Your, your, your *** is used too ***
Yeah, it's all hood though
It ain't my fault
We just gonna keep doin' it
So brand new '07, yeah

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40 - The Slap - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - The Slap
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, T Stevens, K Davis, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My music be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub
An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my youngest son always nuggin'

Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, badness
Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic faggots
Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the 'Lab like Dexter'

Packin' Winchester an' a trey Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet'cha
Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams
Digital scale, green eggs an' hams

Yams, candy yams, spam, damn
Loaded my cheese, peanut butter an' jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my Hispanics
Vanish, talkin' in codes like we from different planets

Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', man? The slap
What they lackin' in the trackin'?
What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible]players an' West coast cats?
What they listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the slap

I've got white girl for sale
An' I don't mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
2 way goin' off, like a high school babe
A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale

Around the corner from Starbucks coffee, talkin' to my gal
My frontin' lil' broad up out of Tacoma, askin' for some mail
Like I'm some type of trick, really musty mouth bitch
Get smacked silly, get smacked silly

Musty mouth bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill deal
Feel 'til Phil, heal skill

Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin', seekin'
An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' that Durban work it
Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an' gurpin'
E an'J brand burpin', [Incomprehensible]

Chickens an' birdies pickin' a chef to serve it
Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the block for Ravi
Milkin' the block for 'fetti
Like a pregnant bitch's titties

Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', man? The slap
What they lackin' in the trackin'?
What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats?
What they listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the slap

Talk my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin'
If my money ever got funny
I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring
If I was to pass away tomorrow
With a self-inflicted wound to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman

Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back to the tender fat
Put out a contract, bring you back your hats
Hypothetically speakin', not any time soon
Fly fittest, finest player leakin'
Daniel Boone, boom, boom, boom

Creepin', fly right through your living room
While you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is sneakin' but we was supposed to done had a meetin'
Renegin' fakin' in whom I trust
Standin' outside of the club schemin', scammin'

Plottin' an' plannin' yammin', ?Yes, Sir? an', ?Yes, Maam?'in
Double agent, playin' a '50s loose cannon, new shoe
You ain't even cool, fool, dude, you a trick
Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick

Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', man? The slap
What they lackin' in the trackin'?
What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats?
What they listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the slap

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
The slap

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Good Enough - Lyrics - Samiam

Title: Good Enough
Artist: Samiam
Composer(s): Jason Beebout, Sergie Loobkoff

Lyric:
I don't care if it ain't that great
It's all the same, it's good enough for me
If you don't dwell on the details
You might even like it, it's good enough for me
Good enough for me, good enough for me

Can you go anywhere without a host of preconceptions?
You never been there before, nothing is going to surprise you
If you give somebody a chance, they might give you something better to do
You think you've seen it all because you've got a room with a view

Five minutes and you've got your keys in your hand
It's good enough for me, you always seem to be a little bit better
But it's good enough for me, but it's good enough for me
But it's good enough for me

Can you do anything without shooting everybody down?
You know you offend me but it never seems to bother you
If you give somebody a chance, they might give you something better to do
You think you've seen it all because you've got a room with a view

I guess I don't know my place
I guess I don't know my place
I guess I don't know my place
I guess I don't know my place

I guess I don't know my place
I guess I don't know my place
I guess I don't know my place
I guess I don't know my place

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Room With No View - Lyrics - The Muffs

Title: Room With No View
Artist: The Muffs
Composer(s): Kimberly Shattuck

Lyric:
You living your life in a room with no view
You thinking of me all the time and you do

Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with luck
We'll go out but you don't understand
It's out of your hands

You carry the weight of the world in your shoes
You thinking of me after all afternoon

Looking at me with those all searching eyes
But you're looking for something, when you know
There's nothing you know that you're not in my plan
It's out of your hands

I don't want you, maybe you've noticed
Or maybe you're stupid and I don't like it
I want you out of my face

You living your life in a room with no view
You trying to talk about me and you

Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with luck
We'll go out but you don't understand
It's out of your hands

You're not my man
It's not in my plans
You're not my man

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Half A Heart Tattoo - Lyrics - Jennifer Hanson - Jennifer Hanson

Title: Half A Heart Tattoo
Album: Jennifer Hanson
Artist: Jennifer Hanson
Composer(s): Arthur John Masters, Michael Patrick Heeney, Jennifer Kathleen Hanson

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Lyric:
She was touching up her makeup
I was standing next in line
Couldn't help but notice
'Neath those powder room lights

It was China red outlined in black
On the left side of her shoulder in plain view
I just had to ask,"Hey
What's with that half heart tattoo?"

She glanced at me through the mirror
And started to laugh
She said,"I know this looks funny
But there is another half"

"And it's China red outlined in black
On the right side of his shoulder, last I knew
Yeah, somewhere out there
Is a match to this half a heart tattoo"

"Well that last I heard some redhead caught his eye in New Orleans
And before that it was a blonde in Baton Rouge
"I know there's at least a dozen gals out sporting one of these
Thinking that they're the only fool that he's left with a hear tattoo"

Well girl you got my symphony
I knew a guy like that
I said,"You ain't gonna believe this
Then I pulled my jacket back"

"Yeah, it's China red outlined in black
On the left side of my shoulder, still fairly new
I guess there's just a whole mess of us
With a half a heart tattoo"

Well the last I heard he moved in with some dancer from L.A.
But I'm betting that won't last a week or two
He loves them long enough to leave his mark and that he's on his way
And that he's so good they'll never have a clue
Until they're stuck with a half a heart tattoo

So ladies make sure that guy standing next to you
Ain't wearing no half a heart tattoo
Half a heart tattoo, half a heart tattoo

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Montgomery To Memphis - Lyrics - Lee Ann Womack - Lee Ann Womack

Title: Montgomery To Memphis
Album: Lee Ann Womack
Artist: Lee Ann Womack
Composer(s): Billy Montana, Anne Reeves

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Lyric:
I got a two room flat with a view of the bridge
That crosses over into Arkansas
It's pretty to see all lit up at night

Tips are good, waitin' tables
At a downtown restaurant
You sound a little surprised
That I might be doing all right

Yeah, this is a big town
And I still get lost sometimes
A lot has changed since Montgomery
And when you said goodbye

Lookin' back at where I was
I can see how far I've come
From a nobody with a broken heart
To feeling like someone

Now you say you want me back
Oh boy, let me tell you this
It's a million miles
From Montgomery to Memphis

There's nobody special, I'm not in love
Hasn't been anyone since you
Now isn't that what you wanted to hear me say?

No, I got no plans
To be back in Montgomery anytime soon
Sure, we'll get together if you're headed up this way

You could probably make it
In half a day or so
But you can't just walk back in again
Got a long, long way to go

Looking back at where I was
I can see how far I've come
From a nobody with a broken heart
To feeling like someone

Now you say you want me back
Oh boy, let me tell you this
It's a million miles
From Montgomery to Memphis

Now you say you want me back
Oh boy, let me tell you this
It's a million miles
From Montgomery to Memphis

Million miles

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Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer - Lyrics - Linkin Park

Title: Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Norman Landsberg, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Leslie Weinstein, Felix Pappalardi, John Ventura, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, Joseph Hahn, Billy Squier, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
He's gotta mike

He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe
So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Beef with radio, if we don't play they show
They don't play out hits, we don't give a shit, so
All these mags try and use our ass
So, advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

And the year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In the rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices ya'll, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

Now, I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus, I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So, I pull over to the side of the road
I heard, "Son, do you know what I'm stoppin you for?"

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
You was doin' fifty five in a fifty four

License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know alot of you are
Well, I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
But do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well, my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights, so, you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, get me some type of lawyer or some
Somebody important or somethin'?

Ha, I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
We'll see how smart you are when the K-9's come
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Now, once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me

I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him 'cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin'
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain
And there I go traped in the kit, kat again
Back through the system with the riff, raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin' again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin' them
D A tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harrasin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccarin
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to break

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
(I need a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems and I'm about to break

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