Friday - Lyrics - Gotta Get Thru This - Daniel Bedingfield

Title: Friday
Album: Gotta Get Thru This
Artist: Daniel Bedingfield
Composer(s): Daniel Bedingfield

Lyric:
I live in a nice house ah
I never do dance salsa
I'm livin' in Jamaica
I live in an ice breaker
I'm livin' in Africa
I never do know where ah
Where I'm livin' but I'm livin' in a free fall

Whenever she goes away
Might as well be in San Jose
'Cause I never can tell where my
Where my heart's gonna spend it's time
Half of me is missin'
I miss her kissin'
I don't know nothin' but I know

She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday

She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday

My head is a hurricane
My heart is a touch insane
And my body can't sleep to dream
And my eyes open up to scream
And my mouth is a thin straight line
As I'm struggling to pass the time
And my crime is that I'm livin' life without her

And the morning soon will come
And the days only almost done
And the clock says it's half past five
But the sun is still in the sky
Disorientated
Insatiated
How long I've waited but I know

She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday

She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday

My head is a hurricane
My heart is a touch insane
And my body can't sleep to dream
And my eyes open up to scream
And my mouth is a thin straight line
As I'm struggling to pass the time
And my crime is that I'm livin' life without her

And the morning soon will come
And the days only almost done
And the clock says it's half past five
But the sun is still in the sky
Disorientated
Insatiated
How long I've waited but I know

She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday
She's comin' back on Friday

She's comin' back on Friday
(Friday)
She's comin' back on Friday
(Friday)
She's comin' back on Friday
(Friday)
She's comin' back on Friday

She's comin' back on Friday
(Friday)
She's comin' back on Friday
(Friday)
She's comin' back on Friday
(Friday)
She's comin' back on Friday

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She'S Never Comin' Back - Lyrics - Born & Raised In Black & White - Mark Collie

Title: She'S Never Comin' Back
Album: Born & Raised In Black & White
Artist: Mark Collie
Composer(s): Mark Collie, Gerry House

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Lyric:
She didn't pack a thing
She left her diamond ring on the soap dish by the sink
Now something tells me that it might be later than I think

Looks as if I'm gonna have to face the cold hard facts
Like the king of rock and roll, she's never comin' back

She's never comin' back, she's already spent
Like last week's pay, like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad song
On a record made of wax, she's never comin' back, she's gone

I might have changed her mind, if I'd a had the time
But it wasn't meant to be
Now the love we made is just another page in history

I might as well admit it, why it's as plain as white and black
Like the drive-in picture show, she's never coming back

She's never comin' back, she's already spent
Like last week's pay, like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad song
On a record made of wax, she's never comin' back

Just like a record made of wax, she's never comin' back

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Gone - Lyrics - You Do Your Thing - Montgomery Gentry

Title: Gone
Album: You Do Your Thing
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Bob Dipiero

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Lyric:
This ain't no temporary, typical, tearful goodbye
This ain't no breakin' up and wakin' up and makin' up one more time
This is gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back
She's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone

This ain't no give it time, I'm hurtin' but maybe we can work it out
Won't be no champagne, red rose, romance, second chance
This is gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back
She's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone

She's gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone, she's gone, yeah she's gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things
Well, she's gone

Long gone, done me wrong
Never comin' back, my baby's gone, she's gone
Lonely at home, sittin' all alone
She's packed her bags and now she's gone
Never comin' back, she's gone
No no never, no no never, no never comin' back
No no never, no no never, no never comin' back

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Down Another Day - Lyrics - Results May Vary - Limp Bizkit

Title: Down Another Day
Album: Results May Vary
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
The end is near, the summer days
All the great things go away
Feel the cold comin' 'round again
Everything's gonna change again

Down another day, down another day

Oh, the winter I adore
Summer's gone forever more
Some days you come back to me
Seasons change, set me free

Down another day, down another day

Don't have to bore you with details
(I'll never let you down)
And every mornin', the sun rise
(Will never let you down)
If I could hold you tomorrow
(I'll never let you down)
And when she's cold in the ocean
(Will never let you down)

The end is near, my winter fling
Change is melting everything
Now it's time, to sing for love
Season come, season go

Down another day, down another day

Don't have to bore you with details
(I'll never let you down)
And every mornin', the sun rise
(Will never let you down)
If I could hold you tomorrow
(I'll never let you down)
And when she's cold in the ocean
(Will never let you down)

I keep sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye
Keep sayin' goodbye
And she's always comin' back, she keeps comin' back
She keeps comin' back

Well I keep sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye
Keep sayin' goodbye
And she's always comin' back, she keeps comin' back
You keep comin' back

Don't have to bore you with details
(I'll never let you down)
And every mornin', the sun rise
(Will never let you down)
If I could hold you tomorrow
(I'll never let you down)
And when she's cold in the ocean
(Will never let you down)

Down another day, down another day
(Will never let you down)
Down another day, down another day

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One More Heartache - Lyrics - Blackhawk

Title: One More Heartache
Artist: Blackhawk
Composer(s): Henry Iii Paul, Dave Robbins, Van Wesley Stephenson

Lyric:
She woke up this mornin' and she knew
They were through
She was leavin'
She packed up her love and her memories
Now she sees
Her heart was breakin' even

Now she's headed down that highway
She's never comin' back again

She'll go one more time
Down that lonesome road
Till she finds that turnoff
That leads back home
Then she'll dust her dreams off
And dry her eyes
She'll leave one more heartache
One more heartache, one more heartache behind

She had a love when she was young
It was the one
Set her heart to dreamin'
Since then she's never been the same
Through the pain
She gave up on believin'

Now she's headed down that highway
She's never comin' back again

She'll go one more time
Down that lonesome road
Till she finds that turnoff
That leads back home
Then she'll dust her dreams off
And dry her eyes
She'll leave one more heartache
One more heartache, one more heartache behind

She'll go one more time
Down that lonesome road
Till she finds that turnoff
That leads back home
Then she'll dust her dreams off
And dry her eyes
She'll leave one more heartache
One more heartache, one more heartache behind
She'll leave one more heartache behind

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She Never Looks Back - Lyrics - Doug Supernaw

Title: She Never Looks Back
Artist: Doug Supernaw
Composer(s): Frank Dycus, Jim Lauderdale

Lyric:
I always tried to tell her 'bout the rear view mirror
But she just wouldn't ever take a peek
She said there's no need lookin' where you've already been
When you've headed down a one-way street

There's 'n' need thinkin' 'bout calling up he mother
Ain't no way she's ever comin' home
When it comes to finding trouble she won't have any trouble
'Cause she doesn't do no time alone

She never looks back, just straight a head
When she says she's leavin' believe what she said
She never looks back that's a cold, hard fact
She never looks back
She never looks back

She must have been a pilot in a life before
'Cause she knows when it's time for her to bail
There's no point in chasing after her anymore
She says we're guaranteed to fail

She never looks back, just straight a head
When she says she's leavin' believe what she said
She never looks back that's a cold, hard fact
She never looks back
She never looks back

She never looks back, just straight a head
When she says she's leavin' believe what she said
She never looks back that's a cold, hard fact
She never looks back
She never looks back
She never looks back
She never looks back

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Sad Girl - Lyrics - White Trash Beautiful - Everlast

Title: Sad Girl
Album: White Trash Beautiful
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Ray Charles, Percy Mayfield, Erik Schrody

Lyric:
I seen her at a stoplight on Alverano
Was sittin' in a pearl white Eldorado
In a gangsta lean, she was revvin' the throttle
Got a sticker on the bumper, say's she like techano

She looked like Selena
The truth couldn't be plainer
She like a gangster boogie
Her Mommy calls her Cookie

Her friends call her a sad girl
'Coz her man went away
And he ain't never comin' back
So cry another tattoo sea

Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl, got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on

I seen her at the market, she was pushin' a stroller
Smokin' on a cigarette, drinkin' a soda
Laughin' at a joke that somebody just told her
Got her baby's name tattooed on the back of her shoulder

She looked like an Angel
She talked like the Devil
She feels like a stranger
She lived like a rebel

She's a sad girl
'Coz her man went away
And he ain't never comin' back
So cry another tattoo sea

Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl, got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on

Face sad girl, we can take this slow
Baby, what you lookin' for? Let me know
You say you wanna man that can give you some dough
You say, "Buy my baby shoes and buy him a coat
And buy my baby food to put down his throat"
I won't play you like a hoe, it ain't like that, yo
Let me holla at you later, we can go to the show
I ain't tryna rock the boat, I'm tryna keep you afloat

I seen her at the post office mailin' a letter
She couldn't send no money but she made him a sweater
She's talkin' on the pay phone and somethin' upset her
I really wanna hold her but I only just met her

But I could tell she'd been crying
She said she felt like dyin'
She never been so alone, no
She gotta make it on her own now

She's a sad girl
'coz her man went away
And he ain't never comin' back

Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl, got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on

Sad girl
Sad girl
Sad girl
...

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Munich Girls (Lookin' For Love) - Lyrics - Falco

Title: Munich Girls (Lookin' For Love)
Artist: Falco
Composer(s): Falco (Germ Lyr) Johan Hoelzel, Ric Ocasek

Lyric:
My name is Johnnie Walker
And I won?t wanna make any advertising
You know?

All right now honey, honey
Sugar sweet
Komm? hol mich rauf
Mach mir den zuckerhut
Mach mir den zucker
Mach mir ihn obenauf

Dollar oder Deutsch Mark
Never mind
It?s allright
Vergi� die wäsche
Tu es
And kill the light

Du bist zu schön
Zu schön allein zu sein
There?s no way back
Komm nimm den ersten schein

(Munich Girls)
(Lookin? for love)
She's lookin? for love
(Munich Girls)
Lookin' for, lookin' for love
(Tag und nacht)
[incomprehensible]
(Lookin? for love)
She's just lookin? for love
(Here she comes)
She?s lookin? for love

It?s the Munich thing
Du machst es gut
Du machst es besser
Du machst es mir ganz einfach wunderbar

Mehr champgner auf
Blinis kaviar, na klar
I?m mick the chic
I do it quick
Wei�e nächte
Kopf oder zahl
I?m the one
I?m the one
Und meins ist deins

Du bist zu schön
Zu schön allein zu sein
There?s no way back
Komm nimm den nächsten schein

(Tag und nacht)
(Lookin? for love)
She's lookin? for love
(Tag und nacht)
For love, she's lookin'
(Munich Girls)
(Lookin? for love)
She's just lookin? for love
(Here she comes)
She?s lookin? for love

Du bist zu schön
Zu schön allein zu sein
There?s no way back
Nimm den letzen
Nimm den allerletzen schein

(Munich Girls)
(Lookin? for love)
Lookin' for love
(Munich Girls)
She's comin', she's lookin'
(Tag und nacht)
(Lookin? for love)
She's lookin? for love
(Here she comes)
She's comin', which love?
What? Comin'!

And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
She's lookin' for love
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
She's lookin' for love
(Munich Girls)
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
(Munich Girls)
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
...

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Munich Girls - Lyrics - Falco

Title: Munich Girls
Artist: Falco
Composer(s): Falco (Germ Lyr) Johan Hoelzel, Ric Ocasek

Lyric:
My name is Johnnie Walker
And I won?t wanna make any advertising
You know?

All right now honey, honey
Sugar sweet
Komm? hol mich rauf
Mach mir den zuckerhut
Mach mir den zucker
Mach mir ihn obenauf

Dollar oder Deutsch Mark
Never mind
It?s allright
Vergi� die wäsche
Tu es
And kill the light

Du bist zu schön
Zu schön allein zu sein
There?s no way back
Komm nimm den ersten schein

(Munich Girls)
(Lookin? for love)
She's lookin? for love
(Munich Girls)
Lookin' for, lookin' for love
(Tag und nacht)
[incomprehensible]
(Lookin? for love)
She's just lookin? for love
(Here she comes)
She?s lookin? for love

It?s the Munich thing
Du machst es gut
Du machst es besser
Du machst es mir ganz einfach wunderbar

Mehr champgner auf
Blinis kaviar, na klar
I?m mick the chic
I do it quick
Wei�e nächte
Kopf oder zahl
I?m the one
I?m the one
Und meins ist deins

Du bist zu schön
Zu schön allein zu sein
There?s no way back
Komm nimm den nächsten schein

(Tag und nacht)
(Lookin? for love)
She's lookin? for love
(Tag und nacht)
For love, she's lookin'
(Munich Girls)
(Lookin? for love)
She's just lookin? for love
(Here she comes)
She?s lookin? for love

Du bist zu schön
Zu schön allein zu sein
There?s no way back
Nimm den letzen
Nimm den allerletzen schein

(Munich Girls)
(Lookin? for love)
Lookin' for love
(Munich Girls)
She's comin', she's lookin'
(Tag und nacht)
(Lookin? for love)
She's lookin? for love
(Here she comes)
She's comin', which love?
What? Comin'!

And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
She's lookin' for love
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
She's lookin' for love
(Munich Girls)
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
(Munich Girls)
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
And she?s comin?
...

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Only Fear Of Death - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Only Fear Of Death
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): George Clinton, Tyruss Himes, Johnny Lee Jackson, Duane Thomas Nettlesbey, Kevin Rhames, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Walter Burns, Christopher Walker, Marcel Williams, Lavance Reed, Diron Rivers, Randy Walker, Tupac Shakur, Maurice Harding

Lyric:
Aiyyo, are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
Tell me, which one?

They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losin' my mind
Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry
Fallin' to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
But he ignores me unfortunately 'cause I'm guilty

Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless, I'm chokin' off
Marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin' focus
Fallin' to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high

Don't mention funerals I'm stressin', and goin' nutty
And reminiscin' 'bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin' funny
Flashbacks of bustin' caps, anything for money

Where am I goin' I discovered, can't nothin' save me
My next door neighbor's havin' convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn't-a did it

Everybody's dyin' am I next, who can I trust?
Will they be G's and they look at me before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin', two to the head
While I'm in bed, leakin' blood on my satin' sheets

Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin' suspicious
Of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her
Now she's tellin' me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone

After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her
The bitch is tellin' all her homies, that I can fuck her
Like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me

I'm under pressure gettin' drunk, somebody help me
I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies they creepin', don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers pass

By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh
I put up my middle finger then I dash
Niggaz don't like me 'cause I'm Thuggin', and everyday
I'm a hustler lookin' to get paid

They wanna bury me, I'm worried, no need to lie
I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry
Nowhere to rest I'm losin' homies, ain't that a bitch
When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely

I put the pistol to my head and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
Then tell me am I lost 'cause I'm lonely
I thought I had friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely

Nowhere to run I'm in terror and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there
Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
But still that don't promise me the next day

So I stay Thuggin' with a passion, forever blastin'
I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers in my madness
They wonder if I'm hellbound, well Hell
Can't be worse than this, 'cause I'm in Hell now

Don't make me hurt you I don't want to, but I will
See motherfuckers killed over phone bills
Never will I die, I'll be back
Reincarnated as a motherfuckin' mack
I love it 'cause in Heaven there's no shortage on G's
I'm tellin' you now, you motherfuckers don't know me

Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
Only fear of death is comin' back reincarnated
Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
Only fear of death is comin' back reincarnated

Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
Only fear of death is comin' back reincarnated
Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
Only fear of death is comin' back reincarnated

Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
Only fear of death is comin' back reincarnated
Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
Only fear of death is comin' back reincarnated

Only fear of death, you ghetto niggaz
You ghetto niggaz
You ghetto niggaz
You ghetto niggaz

You ghetto niggaz
You ghetto niggaz
You ghetto niggaz
You ghetto niggaz

Are you scared, to die?
Or will you scream, when you fry?
I don't fear death
My only fear of death is comin' back, reincarnated
This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
And Big Kill, R.I.P.
And all you other O.G.'s, who go down
I don't fear death

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Texas 1947 - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Texas 1947
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
Now bein' six years old
I had seen some trains before
So it's hard to figure out
What I'm at the depot for

Trains are big and black and smokin'
Steam screamin' at the wheels
And bigger than anything they is
At least that's the way she feels

Trains are big and black and smokin'
Louder in July four
But everybody's actin' like
this might be somethin' more

Than just pickin' up the mail
Or the soldiers from the war
This is somethin' that even old man
Wileman never seen before

And it's late afternoon
On a hot Texas day
Somethin' strange is goin' on
And we's all in the way

Well there's fifty or sixty people
Just sittin' on their cars
And the old men left their dominos
And they come down from the bars

And everybody's checkin'
Old Jack Kittrel check his watch
And us kids put our ears
To the rails to hear 'em pop

So we already knowed it
When I finally said, "Train time"
You'd a-thought that Jesus Christ
His-self was rollin' down the line

'Cause things got real quiet
Momma jerked me back
But not before I'd got the chance
to lay a nickel on the track

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

Big, red, and silver
She don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline
Come to show the folks

I said, ?Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone?

Lord, she never even stopped
But She left fifty or sixty people
Still sittin' on their cars
They're wonderin' what it's comin' to
And how it got this far

Oh, but me I got a nickel
Smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway
Red-silver streamline

Train look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

Big, red, and silver
She don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline
Come to show the folks

I said, ?Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone?

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog Cyclone

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My Baby'S Lost - Lyrics - I Don't Want You Back - Eamon

Title: My Baby'S Lost
Album: I Don't Want You Back
Artist: Eamon
Composer(s): Williams Mark Passy, Nat Robinson, Eamon Doyle, Mark Robinson

Lyric:
Had the earth and the sweats
And the sticks and brew
And I knew she was feeling me too
Passed the bone gave the eye
And I knew fo sho, what she wanted to do

Can't stop thinkin' about of my baby girl
And how she done loved me so long
Next thing that I think
But the poison had me gone

Round two went, I was with her friend
Knew I was gonna pay, we were sexin' like every day
She found out, she was like no doubt
Do what you gotta do, I fucked your friend
This afternoon, whoa

My baby's lost
Game at a lack, got my shit off track
Had the bitch trapped, now she gone like that
My baby's lost, ain't no comin' back
She's gone just like that

Like that, just like that
Like that, just like that
Like that, like that, like that

As the days went by had the evil chills
Then went about my devilish ways
Called her up, picked her up, all we did was fuck
As we both was in the days

Being blazed all the time
Never ever helped my mind was always up in the sky
If I could, I would, I'd take it back
'Cuz it hurts so much in side

Round two went, I was with her friend
Knew I was gonna pay, we were sexin' like every day
She found out, she was like no doubt
Do what you gotta do, I fucked your friend
This afternoon, whoa

My baby's lost
Game at a lack, got my shit off track
Had the bitch trapped, now she gone like that
My baby's lost, ain't no comin' back
She's gone just like that

Like that, just like that
Like that, just like that
Like that, just like that
Like that, just like that

My baby's lost
Game at a lack, got my shit off track
Had the bitch trapped, now she gone like that
My baby's lost, ain't no comin' back
She's gone just like that

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Mama'S Got A Girlfriend - Lyrics - Live From Mars - Ben Harper

Title: Mama'S Got A Girlfriend
Album: Live From Mars
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): Ben Harper

Lyric:
Papa, he left home today
He says he ain't comin' back again
He says he ain't gonna be nobody's second best
Just 'cause mama's got a special kind of friend

Papa, he left home today
He says he ain't comin' back no more
He says he ain't gonna take no damn back seat
And how could mama do him so low

But mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's got a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend now

You see mama don't watch your damn football
And your beer drinkin' just won't do
You're just stayin' out late and you're preachin' the hate
And you never have been true

You see, mama she wanted somebody
Who will let her be herself
So she's leavin' you and your stinky damn ways
'Cause she's found somebody else

And mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend now

Papa, he left home today
Wavin' his hands and cryin'
You could tell by the sound and the tone in his voice
That his heart was slowly dyin'

But mama said, "Boy, if I ever
Catch you here again
You ain't never gonna have nobody else
Not a woman or a man"

And mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend now

Mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend now

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Z - Song Cry - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Song Cry
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, R Johnson, Douglas Gibbs, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Get you all impossibly dirty
Get you all impossibly dirty
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song

The most incredible baby
Uhh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah, uhh

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Good dudes, I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
We was together on the block since we lunch
We shoulda been together havin' 4 seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
Well, somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin' a mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, armor all'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of Big's, "Me and my bitch"
Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand sayin', "Let me see that clip"
Shoppin' sprees, pull out your visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then they got fussy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin' at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin' was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like that
I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's goin' bad, she's gone forever
And more forever
Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry

I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

It's fucked up girl

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Come Back To Me Shawty - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Come Back To Me Shawty
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Steven L Russell, Antonio Dixon, Damon Thomas, Harvey Mason Jr, Walter Mccarty

Lyric:
Come back

I guess it looks like my playa face has got me messed up again
She had me dippin' now I, I'm feelin' guilty
'Cuz you gave me a second chance and damn I did it again
Tryin' be fly

And now I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure out
'How to get my baby back'
I done apologized so many times and girl I don't know
If she's comin' home, damn you tryna be fly, baby

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

I can't erase you, ain't no replacin' you
'Cuz you know you got that bomb, bomb
And I'm really missin' you, yeah
Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away

Girl, I know that it's crazy that we goin' through this again
I know I promised that I wouldn't be so selfish
All my life girl you never gon' be feelin' this way again
Tryna to keep my

Now I realize she ain't worth losin' ya
And I shoulda been witchu instead of doin' her, baby
But I'm gonna do much better, willin' to do whatever
'Cuz I'm tryna keep my, baby

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

I can't erase you, ain't no replacin' you
'Cuz you know you got that bomb, bomb
And I'm really missin' you, yeah
Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away

It's really killin' me
Just tryna leave without you
And I ain't gon' make it if you say I've lost you
So I'll never stop until I get you back shawty

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

I can't erase you, ain't no replacin' you
'Cuz you know you got that bomb, bomb
And I'm really missin' you, yeah
Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty, please forgive me
Come back to me shawty

Come back to me shawty
'Cuz you takin' my heart away
Come back to me shawty

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Lover Please - Lyrics - Kris Kristofferson

Title: Lover Please
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): Billy Swan

Lyric:
Lover please, please come back
Don't take a train comin' down the track
Don't please, don't please, don't leave me
Don't leave me in misery

You would never hold me near
You would never call me dear
Don't you know I'd die for you
Now you're gone that's what I'll do

Lover please, please come back
Don't take a train comin' down the track
Don't please, don't please, don't leave me
Don't leave me in misery

Old love story, not too long
'Bout a love that went all wrong
Girl left boy, boy went bad
Now he's gone and she's so sad

Lover please, please come back
Don't take a train comin' down the track
Don't please, don't please, don't leave me
Don't leave me in misery

Lover please, please come back
Don't take a train comin' down the track
Don't please, don't please, don't leave me
Don't leave me in misery

Lover please, please come back
Don't take a train comin' down the track
Don't please, don't please, don't leave me
Don't leave me in misery

Lover please, please come back
Don't take a train comin' down the track
Don't please, don't please, don't leave me

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Straight Outta Now Rule - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Straight Outta Now Rule
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): R Hall, D Murphy, L Dechalus, W Dixon

Lyric:
Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

A lot of y'all niggas is 85th on some shady shit
Bark is much worse than your bite like a baby pit
In the pitch dark of the night you's afraid to get exposed
like the sunlight which rose in the morning

Froze in a gunfight, forcing those
Who run with you to reevaluate affiliations
We salivate from hunger, placed in fucked up situations
And wonder when retaliation will occur, build destroy he or her

It's time to fill the void, niggas kill the noise
To the young boys, you fuckin' with a grown-ass man
Watch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my hand
Nubian Brand steadily influencin' fans

For other rappers we gon' ruin your plans
What we doin' stands as a motto
Like Grace Jones' nipple to the bottle
We pioneer and never follow

We're out for the lion's share now watch me take it there
Yeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularity
Sell 5 million CDs and give the proceeds to my favorite charity
Son, I ain't gonna super splash you with no Fantasy Island shit

I mean I work hard for what I got and I be thankful for what I get
And if you practice, spit your verbs properly, not sloppily
Like monopoly, you can end up with cheese, whips and property
Oh damn, silly of me, I forgot to let y'all know

It's one thing you should never do in this game and that's sell your soul
I make a lot of sense then I go and make the dollars
Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow
Niggas say it's real rough today and I say what you say

They promised me 40 acres and a mule
And all I got was a project and a subway
I stay positive, niggas mistake that for not hard
Nigga I'm God, walk through North America like Master Farrad

Me and my squad, separating the peas from the pod
No bodyguard, fuck around and roll a tank through your yard

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Yeah, man, these 'Dick in the butt', rappers could get shot in the face
Dragged through the streets and probably left some place
I seem shootouts in the park, ball games turned tragic
Bitch niggas gettin' smacked and smacked again

In front of they girl, and she's throwing away that ass
And I ain't really asked for it cos a lot of niggas tore it
And yes, my man Hav had bought me something from VA
I was gonna hit him with doe but he ain't real want no shorts

'Cause we had worked together and he knew I was true blue
Man, I swore I would never go to VA again
Until I found out who killed my best friend
I can tell by the wind somebody's gettin' ready to bend

They lifestyle's 'bout to end, I'm in these African cabs
On stores run by the Arabs with pictures of yen
Seem like they schemin'
Herculoid cats get flattened and reduced to pitchin'
That girl gave you crabs but I can't explain those scabs
Ha ha, where we at? Flash one-time

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Ha, '98, too soon
Brand Nubian, what?

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Z - Somebody'S Girl - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - Somebody'S Girl
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
The sixty second assassin
Track Mastahs
Turn that music up
Rockland
Hovah
Woo! Yes, yes

Somebody's girl is at this party
Shakin' that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris', that's right

Somebody's girl is at this party
Sittin' in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl, yeah, is at this party, that's right
And she's comin' home with me

I don't mean no harm
But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm
Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him
And I don't turn them away, I'm like bring them on

Now where's her man is not my concern
It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin' to hurry her out
Clear her whole area out
And bring this whole party little near to my house

Now where's her spouse? I don't know
So, I don't ask, I don't probe
I just get in 6, get out on Rov'
Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours

Now back at the lab, I'm actin' bad
'Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on
Just a select few, the fools are gone
It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on

Somebody's girl is at this party
Shakin' that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'

Somebody's girl is at this party
Sittin' in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's comin' home with me

Is it my fault they call me young heat rock
Hard head, go through walls like sheet rock
And she's comin' with me, when the beat stop
When the party is done, I party with hon

Now is it my fault you neglect your broad
And she wanna party with me, no ex at all?
No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved
Just the highway exit that we exit off

And I fall back, I let her talk
I inquire sometime, I admire her mind
I like her wit, I'm lovin' her shoes
I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin' the blues

I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin' the rules
And her man's shortcomin' is turnin' me into somethin'
That of which she has never seen
So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?

Somebody's girl is at this party
Shakin' that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'

Somebody's girl is at this party
Sittin' in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's comin' home with me

The moral of the story if you love your bitch
You better hold your hoe, hug your bitch
You better slow your roll, trick some bread
When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said

"See ya when I see ya," now she's callin' me up
And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"
Now she with the real, and you all fed
Like I'ma crack her motherfuckin' forehead

Somebody's girl is at this party
Shakin' that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'

Somebody's girl is at this party
Sittin' in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's comin' home with me

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40 - Dusted 'N' Disgusted - Lyrics - In a Major Way - E

Title: 40 - Dusted 'N' Disgusted
Album: In a Major Way
Artist: E
Composer(s): Sam Bostic, Mike Mosely, J Rocker, Robert Lee Jr Green, Tupac Shakur, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
I'm really not all that sure
'Bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of them whores
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey, put that on sumthin')
I put that on the click, the click

Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in your eye)
If this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed

I know this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up y'all
She likes the monies in the middle, play tether ball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill
Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit
That's when I get to killin' shit
(Killin' shit)
And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

It's some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n' disgusted

Let's let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome
It's a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin' plan

Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool

These hoes out here tryin' to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his motherfuckin'
Balls to the wall
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin'
Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's than jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, what you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass botches, nigga

The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
So I ain't playin' captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella force to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up dusted

It's some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n' disgusted

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