Shoot For The Moon - Lyrics - Linda Davis

Title: Shoot For The Moon
Artist: Linda Davis
Composer(s): Chapin Hardford, Harry Robinson

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Lyric:
You've got nothing to lose
When you've lost it all
And that's a good time to choose
If you're gonna stand or fall

I've got a feeling
Things'll get better soon
Dreams are for dreaming
Dreams are for coming true

Shoot for the moon, aim high
There's a billion stars in an endless sky
And one is yours and one is mine
Shoot for the moon, aim high

You've got everything you need
If you've got a friend
Somebody that'll whoop your mule
Push you to try again

Pull back your arrow
Stand with your chin up high
Feel firmly planted
Sight with a single eye and

Shoot for the moon, aim high
There's a billion stars in an endless sky
And one is yours and one is mine
Shoot for the moon, aim high

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Shoot Down The Moon - Lyrics - Ice On Fire - Elton John

Title: Shoot Down The Moon
Album: Ice On Fire
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Oh no, I don't want it
You can take it all
I'll put my money where my mouth is
Put your suitcase in the hall

Ohh, you robbed me blind
Of what little hope remained
You put a gun to my head
A bullet through my brain

You can't shoot down the moon
Some things never change
We can build a bridge between us
But the empty space remains

You can't shoot down the moon
Some things never change
We can build a bridge between us
But the empty space remains

Just as long as you're around
We'll live on borrowed time
I'll put my money where my mouth is
You're guilty at the scene of the crime

I never say more than I need
The mystery runs deep
The dangers buried below
The secrets that you keep

You can't shoot down the moon
Some things never change
We can build a bridge between us
But the empty space remains

You can't shoot down the moon
Some things never change
We can build a bridge between us
But the empty space remains

You can't shoot down the moon
Ohh, some things never change
We can build a bridge between us
But the empty space remains

You can't shoot down the moon, ooh
Some things never change
We can build a bridge between us
But the empty space remains

You can't shoot down the moon

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Ballad Of The Absent Mare - Lyrics - Recent Songs - Leonard Cohen

Title: Ballad Of The Absent Mare
Album: Recent Songs
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
Say a prayer for the cowboy, his mare's run away
And he'll walk 'til he finds her, his darling, his stray
But the river's in flood and the roads are awash
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss

And there's nothing to follow, there's nowhere to go
She's gone like the summer, gone like the snow
And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song
As the day caves in and the night is all wrong

Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past?
And bent down the fern, broke open the grass
And printed the mud with the iron and the gold
That he nailed to her feet when he was the lord

And although she goes grazing a minute away
He tracks her all night, he tracks her all day
Oh, blind to her presence, except to compare
His injury here with her punishment there

Then at home on a branch, in the highest tree
A songbird sings out, so suddenly
Ah, the sun is warm and the soft winds ride
On the willow trees by the river side

Oh, the world is sweet, the world is wide
And she's there where the light and the darkness divide
And the steam's coming off her, she's huge and she's shy
And she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky

And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame
She longs to be lost, he longs for the same
And she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass
To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass

Or she'll make a break for the high plateau
Where there's nothing above and there's nothing below
And it's time for the burden, it's time for the whip
Will she walk through the flame? Can he shoot from the hip?

So he binds himself to the galloping mare
And she binds herself to the rider there
And there is no space but there's left and right
And there is no time but there's day and night

And he leans on her neck and he whispers low
"Whither thou goest,I will go"
And they turn as one and they head for the plain
No need for the whip, ah, no need for the rein

Now the clasp of this union, who fastens it tight?
Who snaps it asunder the very next night?
Some say the rider, some say the mare
Or that love's like the smoke, beyond all repair

But my darling says, "Leonard, just let it go by
That old silhouette on the great Western sky?
So I pick out a tune and they move right along
And they're gone like the smoke
And they're gone like this song

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If It Ain'T Rough, It Ain'T Right - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: If It Ain'T Rough, It Ain'T Right
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips

Lyric:
Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as oval tine
The dominant gene queen, I mean go, the light's green
The protege could play like chess to quest the best
Confess, never poor as Bangladesh

I get busy like a boxer, operate like a doctor
Seal like a locker, pop like Orville Reden Bacher
Buy the tape, L P, C D
All me and Petey, to cater to the needy

'Like a Prayer' for Madonna but 'A Different World' for Jasmine
C L is well a physical attraction
Let me make myself perfectly clear
While I'm there, I make a peer a positive pap smear

Really I do once I light the barbecue
Thread the loose ends, see my friends are the crew
The fright night King of New York like Frank White
If it ain't rough it, ain't right man listen

If it ain't rough enough to mingle in the stuff
To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff
It ain't right so I smash the satellite
Check the Fahrenheits before I take flight

Unique as Mozambique, here to freak Sheik
The skills that won't leak and never antique
Warm like a oven you're lovin' the style I'm druggin'
Alleyway muggin', heavyweight sluggin'

No fibs I kick the ad libs and rock it in the cribs
Break your ribs like a toothpick 'cause you were never slick
[Incomprehensible] you lacked back when I first started
C L's the one who got the Red Sea parted

My conversation qualification is a doozy
The rude Rudy wreckin' write you off as a floozy
I shoot for the moon but even if I miss
I'm among the stars to put a bullet hole in Mars

In my frame of mind I design the best seller
For rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and Teller
Steady with the convo, rough like Brillo
Let your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillow

The master intelligent with the black testament
Found it relevant and mailed it to the President
But overall I get the papes for my labor
With the physical manifestation of a Savior

You wanna test this but I slay anyway
'Cause your rhymes are old with more wrinkles than a charpei
Mecca Don upon the streets of Babylon
Pass the baton to respond like Farrakhan

Hard like Shaft with the staff for the back draft
A blazin' aftermath, so hon make a path
If you don't trust him, bust him
But if you don't have a weapon then kid keep steppin'

The main idea in here for the hemisphere
C L's here to get wreck for the year
A large man's appetite blowin' like dynamite
If it ain't rough, it ain't right, come on

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Used To Be Alright - Lyrics - Scenery And Fish - I Mother Earth

Title: Used To Be Alright
Album: Scenery And Fish
Artist: I Mother Earth
Composer(s): Andrew Koshowski, Christopher Koshowski

Lyric:
It's pretty good, the wine
The way that we look
At ten to eight in the morning
Yeah, just talkin'
Still awake in dawn and dew drinkin'
Thinkin' always

Rememberin' the laughs, the time we got high
For seven days down in New Orleans
And it seemed like no one else knew
We were just the moon and sun

In fog before the heat burned it away
And took the sleep from tired heads
On beds of reachin' hands
Road trip, breath and long tall freedom

Then you long for the days
Trippin' down the long road
Just reading' the signs
That show you the way

To higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright

Another shame the way the city smells worse
On a hot day in August, 2 PM
Right before us good movers move
And the shakers break our hearts

Get home to country love
And the garbage dump by
The dried up creek near the forest
That once had a life
And then it turn on the news
Somebody shoot me soon

I'm tired of overheatin'
Fallin' quick to bending knees and broken veins
Of always needin' faith to get to shore
And break all the vows, I've made

Then you long for the days
Trippin' down the long road
Just readin' the signs
That show you the way
To higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright

No time or presence of mind
To wonder why no time for questions
Of why? I wonder why something's wrong?
Again the noise shakes the ground
There's a rage in the crowd
I'm a face in the crowd, face in the crowd
Face in the crowd

What's your name?
You're sinkin' in the sand
Standin' next to me
A river runnin' through your pants
Afraid to trust me when my hands
Are helpin' you

Then you long for the days
Trippin' down the long road
Just readin' the signs
That show you the way
To higher place, you meditate
To feel the quiet of the earth
Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright

Alright, back when the truth was the way
And the [Incomprehensible]
He used to be alright

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Clocks &Amp; Spoons - Lyrics - John Prine

Title: Clocks &Amp; Spoons
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): John Prine

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Lyric:
Clocks and spoons and empty rooms, it's raining out tonight
What a way to end a day by turnin' out the light
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm sending most of me to sunny countryside

Runnin' through sky of blue, rollin' in the sun
Every day has a way of overflowing wine
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm keeping most of me in sunny countryside

Don't know how I did that now, wonder where it's gone
Must have spent the way I went waitin' for the dawn
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming, "Take me back to sunny countryside"
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming, "Take me back to sunny countryside"

Clocks and spoons and empty rooms, it's raining out tonight

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Ice Water - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Ice Water
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck
Mira afrente

Take a one on one to this shit y'all
(Yeah)
Get your nostrils clear
(Yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz
(Yeah)
Who's down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna Golden Arms

Yo, yo, take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches, jury shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people sayin' dem not change, look, truckle me

But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin'
But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas

Son, it's on, so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas, murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga, Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red roof

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine, I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine
Sippin' on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino

Develop while your head be swellin' up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster

Yeah, yeah, eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch, except for overtime nigga
Any ass money should be fine
'Cause I'm coming strong, reakin' niggas backs, keepin' shit real
If you haven't noticed crazy ass, rusty ass nigga
Let me tell you this four times

Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden Arms
Is comin' through mad strong
From the isles of Shaolin
For all them faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump baby

Yo, back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates
Flippin' cakes to them heavy head, niggaz hatin' Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin' Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums, watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one

Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these Dominicans
Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
Pullin' bleach out tryin' to throw it in my eyesight
Yo, what the fuck was on yo mind?

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Symphony In X Major - Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

Title: Symphony In X Major
Album: Man Vs Machine
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Alvin Joiner

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Lyric:
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world
My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script
If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick
How she actin' off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit

We don't need conversation, just crowd participation
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations
Seperate myself from y'all, segregation
Tryin' to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation

Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation
Got a live occupation, live for the moment
I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin' my opponents

I got eyes in the back of my head
I never sleep so they bloodshot red
Yo, we so far ahead of our time
If we can stop life and press rewind
You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

Truthfully speakin', it's lonely up here all by myself
So I had to come down and pass around some help
From N.W.A to whatever's next
Make sure it says, "Andre Young", in bold letters on big checks

Your shit ain't sellin'? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it
You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it
One session, one song, I'm gone
The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born

To add to my universe, let me show you
Who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst
Warning from the Surgeon General
Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical

Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?
Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz
Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was
Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

Stay, in your place
You can't face, what we bringin'
What we bring to the game, playa
Bounce like this
Blaze your shit
And get high for me

Let me give y'all niggaz somethin' to hold
This product not to be sold
Know you can't cook it over a stove
You can flip it and come back with a mitt

Don't make me reach through your limo tint
I just want my twenty percent
This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon
I think I'll stop shootin' you niggaz and shoot for the moon

Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch
I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin' a white bitch
Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss
X holdin' this, I'm never losin faith or focus

So say what you gotta say, everyday a holiday
We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin' spot away

Organize permission like, organized crime
Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes
Organized vocab, be organizing my rhymes
Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

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Armageddon - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Armageddon
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Romeo Antonio, Kenny Edmonds, Antonio Reid, Darryl Simmons, Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons

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Lyric:
The time has come
Let us unite, mount
My heavenly Father's children
(My heavenly Father)
The time has come for judgement
Armageddon

False prophets never blend in
For we are
(We are)
Revelation angels descending
(My lordy, lord)

From our sins no need to pretend
Who provided me oxygen I loved since I began
Prayin' you wash away my sins
Babylon the great has fallen, offsprings of the wicked one crawl

Fearin' that their Lord is calling
Blessed be the sins of the Almighty
Destunation of any others burn eternaly and waste in heat

Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?

Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?

Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?

It's Armageddon, pay attention
You better recognize the end is coming
You'll be wishin' it wasn't time to die
'Cause I can see and I can feel it

It's all in my bone
And ain't no tellin' when you living
You're dead, you're gone for sure
We go through this war I thought you knew

It's time to recruit
And you and you, you better be prepared to shoot
So look out, boy
(And you're runnin' and you're coming)

Uh, oh, uh, oh, no, no, not the evil system
Armageddon bring new kingdom
Hey tell me where you're runnin' to
'Cause when I find you you're marked by the beast

So you're not a survivor
So it's time to die, kiss ourselves goodbye
The whole world bites the dust, couldn't live while corrupted up

Enough get up and get youselves together
Get your kids 'cause they're rebellion got to learn 'em with a lesson
It's taught you're brought caught up in your web

And it's your fault got no pulse
Armaggedon will have you broke off
But still you don't wanna learn, learn
Standin' too close to that fire, get burned, burned

Muder is coming to ge us, believe me
It's seekin' to find your future
The feeling I get when it's creepin'
Now police have been killin' [unverified] us [unverified] to ger rid of us

What you want? I'm sick of the world, putting us all in coffin
But y'all don't feelin' me now
How silly can we be? It's Judgement Day as we speak

And it ain't no other road, no death is the only way to go
So murder is comin' to get us, pin us, all within time
Armageddon, geddon, geddon

Armageddon
The end is coming
You better get ready for Armageddon

Armageddon destruction rollin' over us in murderous ways
Killin' you everybody
See did anybody pray?
But it's much tool late

If you have not been told on Judgement Day
Bloddy fate and you can't say wait
Could you imagine seeing life end and I mean your life just flashing
Poof, gonna do? Gonna do?

Do you wanna live the rest of your life?
Or do you wanna die with the rest of your life, life?
Somebody calling me telling me you better get up, the end is comin'
It's comin' they comin' and yes I believe it, I know it

I know it's near look here, ha you
Ain't trying to be outside when the sun no longer shine
That's right, that's right, that's right
Now look at you burn

We're lost fallin' from the ground, law free we are
Freedom from po po, we don't need 'em no more
And I hope you catch the first blow

I'm flipping much praise to the Lord above me
No one can change that
I know the difference between life and death
And while you lie back thinking your life you're gonna live forever

Who put you on that level?
It was a lie would be nice
Souljah Boy'll treat you better
Never put anything before your children

Honor your mother and father
You're going to live forever in the kingdom, peace
The Maker, He got somthing for us
He gave us life y'all
And He's gonna have to destroy us, gonna break us off

Armageddon
The end is coming
You better ge ready for Armageddon

An there shall be great earthquakes
And the sun becomes as black as sackcloth
And the moon as blood
And the stars of heaven shall fall unto the earth

Even as a fig tree cast her untimely figs
When she is shaken of a mighty wind
And the heavens, the heavens will depart as a scroll
And it is the roller together

And every mountain and island will move out of their places
And the kings of the earth, and the great men and the rich men
And the chief captains and the mighty men and every bond man
And every free man, shall hide themselves in the dens

And in the rocks of the mountains
And shall say to the mountain and the rocks
Fall on us, fall on us and hise us fro the face of him
That sit upon the throne

And from the wrath of the Lamb
For the great day of His [unverified] has come
And who shall be able to stand?
Who shall be able to stand? Who shall be able to stand?

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Copa - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Copa
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, David Nathaniel West

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
We got De La up in the house tonight
They just walked up in here
We gon' see if they can come up here
And do a lil' somethin' for us

Yo, it's star studded in here
I'm on the moon like the first man
First can I grab? Is gon' get it
She all independent but want her throat wetted

Tight from the floor to height
See I saw the night, in dream
Bubbles I fiend to see double
So I sip until my bladder bust

You in V.I.P., so why you mad at us?
By-stand, I'm in the world fox-trottin'
Gettin' my Fred Astaire on, follow my lead girl

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha-cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

For all my niggaz runnin' around like the mothership landed
Or is it because there's some others who handed
Their daughters over to the night life?
Yes, we tryin' to find a night wife to get wit

Interface with they whole clique, I force the draft
I get the first pick, run this easily
[Incomprehensible] rule like D, Joey and Jay
Around the way, we're goin'
But first tell all these women who ain't knowin'

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Yo, I talk no shame upon this
I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout
Who's actin' all cute and out of position, while I'm wishin'
To get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper
Puttin' in work to make it last proper

Ninety percent of the time is on my mind frame
So I'm game to reign up to par
While my fam runs it cool up at the bar, I stay clearheaded
Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded

We like Navy Seals lookin' for the gold
Our natural appeal got them others on hold
Them girls dealin' with us tonight
Came with the large appetite and got served

Got nerve to think less
You can bless me and my kinfolk
Rushin' up against my yolk-sac promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real, real

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

You see you hopeless up in the spot
Talkin' a lot of champagne taste holdin' 40 ounce pockets
Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year
We gon' drop it like confetti on it, get ready on it

Her fast ass wanna get all Andretti on it
Makin' my main man poke like Trakmasterz
Blazin'-trail, we Portland to Norton
'Honeymoon', flicks don't exist in this

I sip a little left to twist spines together
Vertical hold, we gon' combine together
Even if we spill the love
We got compliments up at the front door

Just tell 'em Dullah sent ya
Thirty minute Tae Bo shit's, how I bench ya
All on a Saturday night, step to life

I love the way Sally walk
Bow legged in a two piece steel
We live in New York
We live in New York

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha

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N-Bone - The Silence Isn'T Over - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - The Silence Isn'T Over
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): Damon Elliott, Stanley Howse

Lyric:
The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate
No time to hesitate, anticipation, much to be done
And it don't matter when you come
Really don't matter where you're from
Won't matter where you run

Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up
Bottom line with your business
You gotta get a spot to handle it
Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me trackin'
Me [unverified] is my best friend, there's my best friend
And I really can't serve and swerve and Hennessey
Seepin' down the side of the Cherokee Jeep
See the track in the back, strap 'cause them double double shots
Then, niggas goes home to get the [unverified] when about the block
Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to
Oh, I think he better not start hurt shit on the double glock, dangerous

My niggas wanna have fun with you, man
And they perfect stalkers searchin', snatchin' up strangers, anyone
None remaining, I get 'em all finished
Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin' me [unverified]
Fuck it, set pillows on fire
Thought it was over, niggas never the silence
I'm on the rise with a gun here I come
Niggas ain't no muthafuckin' where to run
Fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide

Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb
Done, done, done, 'till it be one nine ninety nine, crime
I find and then a niggas reap and catch your people by surprise
Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?
You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up
A knife and slice
And I'll pick off any who's [unverified], 'til your enemy dead
We gon' meet you, get my gun and trick or treat
You with the bullets that fled
And to show you it's not [unverified], I go to beat you

The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate
No time to hesitate, anticipation, much to be done
And it don't matter when you come
Really don't matter where you're from
Won't matter where you run

A niggas been flippin' scripts over and over in the past
From the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers
If you really bold enough, shot it
And I might blow up, rippin' apart they shoulders
Go on, but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin'
If you late to pay my money back on time
And you better drop a dime or get fucked up
And your people won't find it all funny
Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong
Ever had to get dealt with, gimme any lil' reason or purpose
To pack a slug right in his head, hit it

Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his health quick
Shit, but at least it be my honor
Ever now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit 'em
Like I'm Jefferey Dahmer
But yet I'm ready for battle, so get my armor, comin' for you
Thinkin' to get you, nigga wig-split you
What a pretty full blue moon
On the streets to get bodies soon
And I thought that we miss you

Every night we actin' fool
Better move yourself a little quicker
Fast, and if ya thought you'd get caught up in a wrath
No place to go stash what he left for me
Burner, hot incinerator, gotta 'em burnt to ash
'Til he nothin' but dust, I'm gonna keep bustin', from cussin'
Murda let's them pull triggers
All of my niggas are devious
What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas?
Takin' no slaves, neither no prisoners
Here, there, gotta get 'em all finished
Anyone brave? I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants
Every chance Flesh get 'em all diminished

The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate
No time to hesitate, anticipation, much to be done
And it don't matter when you come
Really don't matter where you're from
Won't matter where you run

Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier
My troops come swoopin' through to do the shootin'
Refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, G
Didn't cost me, I'll be damned
Now toss me the Mossy Slam and the shells
So the wind burn, saw a tint of light
[unverified], we spill 'em, tamin' fools
I load up my barrel, insane, who's to blame?
Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, won't show none mercy
Betta run off in the hearse, [unverified] have cursed
On those who wanna hurt me

You feelin' it worst, feelin' up far, feelin' with the fifth dawg
Hear the niggas' triggers peel 'em, off in the coffin
Chalk around 'em white, bloody red
Afta Maff, nigga, that's your ass
Buckin' with the boss in from Cleveland, and achievin'
Goes on the west for heaven's sake I say
Yes, he created me, made me reach for my pistol
And wonder where the demons clear my path
Receivin' that bullet path hit when I blast ya
And the niggas [unverified] will outlast ya

Creepin' on ah mo' come ups inflict for mo' cash
Get him, gone, but wanna bring it on?
Do you really, huh?
No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit
As they see eternal droppin' down
And hit that ground, murda mo' ya, enforcer
Forcin' you are so sure we're under sure
Not to call it war with warriors, stories of Flesh
And I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death for the most of ya

The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate
No time to hesitate, anticipation, much to be done
And it don't matter when you come
Really don't matter where you're from
Won't matter where you run

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Clean Up Man - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Clean Up Man
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O. Thomas

Lyric:
Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh, it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there
Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don't play fair

I come through like an Amtrak, what'cha gone do?
Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose
I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter, I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter
Hollows come out like blat-blatta

I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed
Soon as it hit Noon I'm blastin' off in the room
First thing flinch I go boom, with the sweeper, I sweep like a broom
Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound

When the moon come out, that's when the snakes come out
The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought
You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it 'cuz I'm scopin', hopin'
I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin'

So I can uh-abuse the bitch
Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch
I'm colder than ice, I'm smoother than sand
Baby Gangsta headbusta just a clean up man

On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast, I'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man

B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt
Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk
Puttin' faces on shirts, you know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass
Fifty shots, out each clip we blast

Full of that trash, out the St. T, we mash on the gas
Hangin' out the window, hit the heat
Apply pressure to yo head nigga
And little bullets take red from yo head nigga

Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga
But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga
It's all On U, if you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga
Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga

If you got beef would you squash it and eat it?
Make a nigga bleed or think it's cool and now you eatin' it?
If you got beef would you try to sleep on it?

If it's with me you ain't thinkin' cuz I'll creep homie
If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga
Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats nigga

On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast, I'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast, 'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man

I come hard enough, ya feelin' me?
Fa shiggedy, bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti
You done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City
In each and every K we tote, they got fifty

So bring it on however you wanna bring it on
Yo block explode like a bomb, I'm dangerous and armed
The B G did it, I live 'til I'm gone
I'ma H B and gotta get my shine on

So when the gangsta situation's starin' at you
Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do
I'm quick to leave all the choices on you
Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot

The people in blue can't even take the scene I leave
If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave
Now Frank Mignon got work for three weeks
That's how the U P T play it if we got beef

I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand
I ain't 'bout playin', call me the clean up man
Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds
With the K off in my hand

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Love For Sale - Lyrics - Snake Bite Love - MotÖRhead

Title: Love For Sale
Album: Snake Bite Love
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister, Micael Kiriako Delaoglou, Philip Anthony Campbell

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Lyric:
Looking good, stepping out
Looking for romance
Crazy arms, crazy legs
Save me the last dance

Hold me tight, make me warm
Give me shelter
Treat me right in from the storm
Helter-skelter

You know the way
The game is tough
Need some motivation
To help you get it up

'Cause it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

Call me up, call me back
Call me what you want to
Shoot your shot, shoot the moon
Nothing that you can't do

All for me, one for all
Shoulder to shoulder
Here and gone, sure like to ball
Rock an' roller

You know the way
Stuff goes around
You need a half nelson
To help you get it down

'Cause it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

Rip it up, rip it out
Shake your money maker
Feels so good, in and out
Real earth shaker

Get up close, stroke your bones
Get a grip, babe
Take a trip, take me home
Feel the earth shift, babe

You know the way
So get it right
You don't need an airplane
To get you through the night

'Cause it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

Yes, it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

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Love For Sale - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Love For Sale
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister, Micael Kiriako Delaoglou, Philip Anthony Campbell

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Lyric:
Looking good, stepping out
Looking for romance
Crazy arms, crazy legs
Save me the last dance

Hold me tight, make me warm
Give me shelter
Treat me right in from the storm
Helter-skelter

You know the way
The game is tough
Need some motivation
To help you get it up

'Cause it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

Call me up, call me back
Call me what you want to
Shoot your shot, shoot the moon
Nothing that you can't do

All for me, one for all
Shoulder to shoulder
Here and gone, sure like to ball
Rock an' roller

You know the way
Stuff goes around
You need a half nelson
To help you get it down

'Cause it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

Rip it up, rip it out
Shake your money maker
Feels so good, in and out
Real earth shaker

Get up close, stroke your bones
Get a grip, babe
Take a trip, take me home
Feel the earth shift, babe

You know the way
So get it right
You don't need an airplane
To get you through the night

'Cause it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

Yes, it's only love for sale
Heart of gold and hard as nails
I can't believe it's legal
To send it through the mail
Only love for sale

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My Closest Roaddogz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: My Closest Roaddogz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Tyrus Himes

Lyric:
Me and my closest road dogz

To my dog named Mussolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Ha ha ha!

Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind

Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me

How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon
It's gettin' deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night

Murder murder Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil duck when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin' from the future, escapin' in the fog
Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Ha ha, bring your artillery and roll with a nigga
They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli
Boy use a Boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me

Even if I died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin' to hear it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger

Prepare nigga be aware, 'cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin' information to the feds

The burnin' bed was the tellin' sign
Two hired guns bustin' everyone, yellin' everybody die
Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog
Bleedin' like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin'
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin'
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle beatin' jealous niggaz 'til they purple

Simon says take they heads homies
And send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies
Fishin' for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz

Me and Mussolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labeled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on

Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered to disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

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Feel It In The Air - Lyrics - The B.Coming - Beanie Sigel

Title: Feel It In The Air
Album: The B.Coming
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Dwight Meyers, Dave Lewis, Dwight Grant

Lyric:
I can feel it in the air
My spider senses is tinglin'
Feel somethin', got my radars up

Somethin' goin' on, I feel funny
Can't tell me nuttin' different, my nose twitchin'
Intuition settin' in like steel vision
I still close my eyes, I still see visions

Still hear that voice in tha back of my mind
So what I do? I still take heathe, I still listen
I still paint that perfect picture
I still shine bright like a prism

My words still skippin' thru air, I know you cant, don't, won't get it
You niggas chose to ride that shit, 'sault wit it?
I'm still afloat, I ain't tha captain of tha yatch
But I'm on a boat, I ain't actin' what I'm not, knowin' that I don't

You niggas actin' like you will
But I know you won't, you won't
I read between tha lines of ya eyes to ya brows
Ya handshake ain't matchin' ya smile, you niggas foul

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in the air

I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at hammers
Ready to go bananas
Two vests on me, two techs, extra clips on me
I know my mind ain't playin' tricks on me

I ain't skitz, hommie, ain't nobody drop a mick on me
It's like they tryna plot a set on me
I hear this voice in tha back of my mind
Like mack tighten up ya circle before they hurt you

Read they body language
85 percent communication non-verbal
85 percent swear they know you, 10 percent you know they stories
Man, tha other 5 time to show you, just know you

Then pull they strings, you tha puppet master
Fuck them other bastards, man, watch who you puffin' after
Play ya cards, go against all odds
Shoot for tha moon, if you miss you still amongst those stars

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in the air

Can you feel it, can you feel it floatin'?
Foul picture quotin', scriptures from Revelation
Just talk shit an' got tha devil waitin'
Body get stiff, so levitate

Why do I speak blasphemy?
Knowin' one day that He'll ask for me
Ask for my sins, no one to feel His wrath for me
I go thru it, so you wouldn't do it after me

As for me, I'm still circlin' tha block before I'm parkin'
Not bitchin', I'm just still cautious
Same black parka, same Uzi
Extra clips, still clappin' wit that same larkin'

Damn, I feel it in tha air, you not sincere
Nigga it ain't an us, or we, or I'ma thing
It's a good bad karma thing, this a song man
I'ma say, I swear I feel somethin' honestly

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can hear it in your voice

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can hear it in your voice

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air

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Dollaz + Sense - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Dollaz + Sense
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Blake

Lyric:
Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh

Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
But bitches like you don't grow

You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton clown

And get off of the nuts of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I floss the NSX and

Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck

'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side

Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playin' with your punk ass
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets
It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin'

To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the first nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop

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Woman - Lyrics - Brother Cane - Brother Cane

Title: Woman
Album: Brother Cane
Artist: Brother Cane
Composer(s): Parthenon Huxley, Damon Johnson

Lyric:
I used to know better
Now I don't know what's worse
Having it all maybe
Or having nothing for sure

Shoot for the moon
Getting lost in the clouds
I'd like to land but I
Can't see where I'm coming down

My baby
Do you understand
What I'm going through?
Oh, my baby

Searchin' my soul
And the answer's the same
I'm in control but I
Don't know the rules of the game

One step ahead
We take two steps back
I get the picture but it's
Always fading to black

My baby
Do you understand
What I'm going through?
Oh, my baby, oh, oh, oh

Well, searchin' my soul
And the answer's the same
I'm in control but I
Don't know the rules of the game

One step ahead
I take two steps back
I get the picture but it's
Always fading to black
Yes, always fading to black

Woman keep me warm
Woman keep me warm
Caught in this chain and it's all the same
Woman keep me warm

Woman keep me warm
Woman keep me warm
Woman keep me warm
Woman keep me warm
We're caught in this chain and it's all the same
Woman keep me warm

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