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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Sleep Like Breathing - Lyrics - Alison Moyet

Title: Sleep Like Breathing
Artist: Alison Moyet
Composer(s): Freeman Hughes Alison Moyet

Lyric:
Every word's so, every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain
When the slowness of the day is gone
Leaving shadow like feelings to depend upon
Every word's so, every word's so fragile
Inside passion that feels like chasing rain

You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath, gently

And the tease cries, weeping listless laughter
Always thirsty like an attractive flower
When the danger in the touch is gone
Changing delicate evenings to reflecting ones
And the tease cries weeping listless laughter
Always thirsty like an attractive flower

You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath, gently

You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath
You sleep like breathing
You sleep like breath
You sleep like breathing

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Like Humans Do - Lyrics - David Byrne

Title: Like Humans Do
Artist: David Byrne
Composer(s): David Byrne

Lyric:
For millions of years, in millions of homes
A man loved a woman, a child it was born
It learned how to hurt and it learned how to cry
Like humans do

I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out
So slip inside this funky house
Dishes in the sink, the TV's in repair
Don't look at the floor, don't go up the stairs

I'm achin', I'm shakin'
I'm breakin' like humans do
I'm achin', I'm shakin'
I'm breakin' like humans do

I work and I sleep and I dance and I'm dead
I'm eatin', I'm laughin', I'm lovin' myself
I never watch TV except when I'm stoned
Like humans do

I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out
So slip inside this funky house
Dishes in the sink, the TV's in repair
Don't look at the floor an' don't go up the stairs

I'm achin', I'm shakin'
I'm breakin' like humans do
I'm achin', I'm shakin'
I'm breakin' like humans do

I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out
So slip inside this funky house
Wiggle while you work, anybody can
The rain is pouring in on a woman and a man

I'm achin', I'm shakin'
I'm breakin' like humans do

I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out

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Monday, August 16, 2010

White Gutz - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: White Gutz
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Rico R Wade, Antwan Patton, Cameron F Gipp, Raymon Ameer Murray, Thomas Burton, Warren Anderson Mathis, Patrick L Brown

Lyric:
Yeah, so fresh so clean
When I step in the booth they scream
Like they all tend to cheer
Dungeon D-Boy here
In effect mode like who's to love it? So slow motion
Like 3 wheels and triple cheeseburgers ATL coastin' say no more!

But the pimp is one of the coolest but I pay no more
Been known to rock the big blocks and colorful gay toys
With the flip-flops and the silk socks and a Kangol to the tip top
I flow hard you drip drop
Cleaner than the urine of a two time felons piss test
I'm sitting in some Monte Carlo curse right in the headrest

White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire

Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming that I'm
Falling into a world of my own
Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming that I'm
Falling into a world of my own

My own world too
White thangs can't complain
Bubba on them white guts
Custom made ain't a stain
0-2 Z-7-1 on them Mickey T's
Standing with ya man wanting me to sign your hickey please
I don't need no worries keep ya white guts

How I'm riding these days keep me with the right sluts
He's just bubba happen to love the D.F.
You in the midst of history Betty take a deep breath
Sitting on the tailgate polo to the boxers
Bubba is the truth you a homo if it shocks ya
Reppin' loud and proud with my buddies from Atlanta
You trying to live cleaner here's a study and example

White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved
White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved

Sitting on 400 wides that's what they love
Incense swingin' from the mirror that's what they love
Six course licked with the glaze that's what they love
Drive with the dealership tag that's what they love
Hair bone strayed on my shoulder that's what they love
The smell of new leather in the cold that's what they love

Strawhat V-neck T's that what they love
Moon roof open blowing smoke that's what they love
Romeo cologne every week that's what they love
That's what they love, that's what they love
Go from 12 to12 Monday to Sunday
Take the first two days and sleep like mummies
And I'm out

Who in the spot you move play games with us you lose
Mercy rules beat you make you say he mean as hell
But the cutest nigga out the group
Gotcha head spinnin' like tread on a spool
Clean as a fool
With them gold shoes ooh
And I got that pool
Make you wanna holla
Seen in my impala hear them flow
Masters duals amp tweeters and twos

Stay alert on this dirt
Don't be no fool
I take you to school
Shoot you like pool
Rep with his I don't do
Expenses I dumped you?
Outkast, Goodie Mob Dungeon family
I thought you knew

White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved
White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved

There's this one in my stable
Seville so motherfucking clean
It's got a soda shade around the mean green
These youngster have never seen
It has a signature wood grain steering wheel such as yours
But oh my God what are harder are the hard wood floors
It's not coincidental all the glass was kept clear

Who's worried his or her first shit it's freezing it here
The only heat is my piece to make it even at least
I'll go to work without even catching a crack in my crease
I guess the dubs out there do what they 'posed to do
I'll ride 15mph to make a believers out of you
I got a lawsuit, pending charge for wreck less blade spinnin'
I was riding through west end and killed two women uh-oh

White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved
White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved

White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved
White guts white wall tires
Floor plush it's so fire
Brains blowed sittin' on dubs
Come through could never be loved

C A D I L L A C you and me will gray so cleanly
C A D I L L A C blowing smoke so high and freely
C A D I L L A C you and me uh
Blowing smoke so high and freely

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Carry On - Lyrics - Chapter II - Ashanti

Title: Carry On
Album: Chapter II
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): A Douglas, I Lorenzo, A Parker

Lyric:
There was something in your eyes that I saw tonight
I never thought that I would see it
Now there's holes in my walls
And there's glass on the floor
And you said you didn't mean it

You went from zero to none in these past three months
On your level of affection
I ain't gonna be that girl
That cries herself to sleep
Putting up with your rejection
'Cause

I can't carry on, livin' life like this
This can't be what it is
I don't wanna live my life like this
I can't carry on, livin' life like this
This can't be what it is
I don't wanna live my life like this

When I try to make sense
Out of what we have I always fall into depression
Because I know in my heart
That we both grown apart ain't no use of us pretending

We never talk on the phone
And you're never at home
And if you are there's always tension
I ain't gonna be that girl
That ends up staying, sitting around just regretting
'Cause

I can't carry on, livin' life like this
This can't be what it is
I don't wanna live my life like this
I can't carry on, livin' life like this
This can't be what it is
I don't wanna live my life like this

I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of spiting
My life is a storm full of raining and lighting
My insides are pleading from all of the screaming
Sometimes I just feel like I'm no longer breathing

I look in your eyes all I see is a demon
I'm tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve
And I just don't know why I stay
'Cause day after day I continue to say

I can't carry on, livin' life like this
This can't be what it is
I don't wanna live my life like this
I can't carry on, livin' life like this
This can't be what it is
I don't wanna live my life like this

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I'Ll Take That As A Yes - Lyrics - Phil Vassar

Title: I'Ll Take That As A Yes
Artist: Phil Vassar
Composer(s): Jon Mcleroy, Vince Melamed

Lyric:
You like a dozen wine red roses
Candlelight on porcelain set tables and that's fine
Well, I'll go out of my way for you anytime
That's right baby

The fire's warm
So you take off your sweater
Now it's my turn and I'll do you one better
That's the game, we both will like to play

You wink, I laugh
'Cause we know a little hug leads to a foot rub
Then a hot tub
Then a French kiss on a bear rug

Do you like it? Do you like it?
How about this? Wanna try it?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll take that as a yes

You like snuggling with your pillow
With my arms tight holding us together
Breathing deep
And drifting like a feather in a stream

And then I touch you on the shoulder
Feel your skin soft
Underneath my fingers
And I know, we'll never get to sleep

You wink, I laugh
'Cause we know a little hug leads to a foot rub
Then a hot tub
Then a French kiss on a bear rug

Do you like it? Do you like it?
How about this? Wanna try it?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll take that as a yes

It's written all over your face there's no mistake
No guess, no doubt, no beatin' around the bush
Baby it's understood

You wink, I laugh
'Cause we know a little hug leads to a foot rub
Then a hot tub
Then a French kiss on a bear rug

Do you like it? Do you like it?
How about this? Wanna try it?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll take that as a yes

I'll take that as a yes
I'll take that as a yes

'Cause we know a little hug leads to a
Foot rub, hot tub, bear rug, yeah

Wouldn't you love
Wouldn't you love
Wouldn't you love
Yeah, I like it, I like it
Yes

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Like A Child Again - Lyrics - Mission Uk

Title: Like A Child Again
Artist: Mission Uk
Composer(s): Craig David Adams, Mick Brown, Wayne Hussey

Lyric:
I'm not scared anymore
I'm not scared of the dark when I sleep with you, with you
And I'm feeling alive
And I'm feeling strong again when I'm with you, with you

And it hits me just like a runaway train
And it blows me away just like a hurricane
You make me happy and I hope you feel the same
You make me feel just like a child, a child again

I'm not trapped anymore
Between Madonna and the whore when I lay with you, with you
And the days run away
Like wild horses run away when I'm with you

And I'm breathing you in just like the morning air
And I'm wrapping you around just like a skin to wear
You make me happy and I hope you feel the same
You make me feel just like a child, a child again

Oh sweet thing
I'm born once again for you, sweet thing
Just like a baby again

You make me happy and I hope you feel the same
And I'm in Heaven and it feels like gentle wind
You make me happy and I want you to feel the same
You make me feel just like a child, a child again

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Whutcha Want? - Lyrics - Nine

Title: Whutcha Want?
Artist: Nine
Composer(s): Derrick C Keyes, Robert Lewis

Lyric:
I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't
So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't
Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back
Sit fat and relax and plan my attack
Not the one to test I posess mad finesse
My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest
Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps
On the New York streets hittin urban concrete
I'm the man untestable, with the extraterrestrial flow
Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I react to the bullshit
So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ
And save the confessions for JEESuz
Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow
Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow
Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven
Achieving, gettin some cheese and
Representin lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major
With the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya
My behavior is mad ill if you front
You know what I want

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse
And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E

I'ma let you know how I feel on the real
I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is
Hits the bricks skips the dog shit complete in my cipher
Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, hyper like a viper
I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular
Stretch you like a copper
Stoppah, stoppah, but you can't stop me
Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G
Came a long way from, back in the day
We did it for no pay, just rhymin hit the hay and
Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme
Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time
That's when shit was real, no phonies no baloney
Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel
Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light
Everything right, jam over a street fight
Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad
Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad
Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice
A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
And now I might make a million, and still son
It makes the heart pump, you know what I want

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse
And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E

Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht
Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop
Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser
The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya
Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily
Nuff treasons nuff reasons like Philip Bailey
Can't get enough of that funky stuff
Rhymin astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal
Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal
Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya
Right off the pape I roll a big fat spliff
Four-fifth on the hip, Heineken in the grip shit I'm ready
Get the keys for the jeep, let's bounce
Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the
Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck
Oh what a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and
I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing
Erything's kosher copasctetic, groovy hip-hop moves me
Soothes me, I'm letting off like an uzi
But first steps a doozy and bruise me
Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy
I wanna get big get paid true stunt
You know what I want

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse
And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sleep - Lyrics - Breakdown - Melissa Etheridge

Title: Sleep
Album: Breakdown
Artist: Melissa Etheridge
Composer(s): Melissa Etheridge

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Lyric:
After your laughter like thunder
After your skin like coffee and cream
After it takes our bodies into the night
After we've come to the extreme

I wanna lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I wanna listen to your heart beat
And your breathing on and on
I wanna lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to your peace
And go to sleep

After we've gone a million miles
Made true our dreams with sweat and bone
After we've built it up with our bare hands
Made strong a place we can call home

I wanna lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I wanna listen to your heart beat
And your breathing on and on
I wanna lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to your peace
And go to sleep

And when the light in my eye is fading
When running water becomes too deep
Finally angels turn my fire to dust
And when my soul's no longer mine to keep

I wanna lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I wanna listen to your heart beat
And your breathing on and on
I wanna lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to the peace
And just go to sleep
Just go to sleep

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

12 - Get My Gun - Lyrics - D12 World - D

Title: 12 - Get My Gun
Album: D12 World
Artist: D
Composer(s): Von M Carlisle, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Rufus B Johnson, Steve King, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Luis Resto

Lyric:
I'm goin' to get get my gun

This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
I got something for his ass, calm down, no you calm down
Man, what's you're problem? Fuck that

The motherfucker wants to pop shit to me? Man
He wasn't poppin' shit, you heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? That shit, you heard him
He asked for your autograph

A mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigger
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or better

I'll be severin' heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger that can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the niggers that'll fuck with you, stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, there's nothing that you can do

Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all y'all , what you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hangin' in a NOC's car

All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat through people
When I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that I'll be right back
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespectin' me like that

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers lookin' as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin'

Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers bluffin' "
I cuff my nuts while cussin' "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal lettin' the heat blow

Heat sleep hoes got it in, you're neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

My whole outfit count clips, get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountless slugs I'ma send
Watch you holla when them hollow tips dug threw you're skin

I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'ma see him
When I cock back, right to put your blood on you're friends
Make a run, got a hint, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe you're life out
Bullets flow at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout

Fuck the night clout, guns, clips
(I'm goin' to get my )
Fuck that, run bitch
Hit the street talks, chumps don't know me
Ain't no profit to be home crowd homie

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta come to me
With some dumb shit
Fuckin' I done told this motherfucker
Wassup bitch? Autograph this, oh shit
(I'm goin' to get my gun)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuck
My shit is all jammed up, up
C'mon you cock sucking, good for nothing
Mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot, ah

Yeah, wattup bitch? Say that shit again
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick
Bounced of it ricocheted back in his shin
Went through his bitch on the way back hit his friend

Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone or
(I'm goin' to get my gun)
And it's a shame I'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's like bang, bang, bang nigger pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds like they ra, ra, ra
But when you see me in the street, I be like Wassup now?
They bodyguard be steppin' in trying to calm shit down
(Chill out man, chill out)

Fuck that I got a bone to pick, you said it
Then we said that wrestle like some grown man shit
Then we, then we could talk about our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously

I guess not, you wanna resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step between us and get shot but get separated with the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with

This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that I'll be right back
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespectin' me like that

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour and bitch my photo's ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fuckin' days ruined

Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Phillips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cause every time I lose, this is what the fuck happens

Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out

Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it
All 'cause I wanted to see Elton John naked

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Alone So Far - Lyrics - Old 97'S

Title: Alone So Far
Artist: Old 97'S
Composer(s): Murray Hammond, Phillip Peeples, Stewart Miller, Kendall Bethea

Lyric:
I watch, as it stops for a girl
A moment, elaborate and weak
I am easy in her midst
Why elaborate, when there's no need to?

But I do, all night
My words ring like money off a bar
She's here, asleep now
One can only go alone so far
One can only go alone so far

I dream of a deep dark grave
Seven feet below Saint Augustine
And she's so easy in her breathing
Why fall in love, when there's no need to?

But we do all night
Sleep like spoons and forget whom we are
She's here and she's wound down now
One can only go alone so far
One can only go alone so far

But we do all night
Sleep like spoons and forget whom we are
She's here and she's wound down now
One can only go alone so far
One can only go alone so far
One can only go alone so far

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Respiration - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Respiration
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Dante Smith, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Tony Cottrell

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Lyric:
What'd you do last night? We, did umm, two whole cars
It was me, Dez and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
All you see is and then you know

Big, big, you know, some block silver letters
That said 'Crime in the city', right?
It just took up the whole car?
Yeah, yeah, it was a whole car and shit

Escuchela, la ciudad respirando
Escuchela, la ciudad respirando
Escuchela, la ciudad respirando
Escuchela

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin', like who on top of this?
People was tusslin', arguin' and bustlin'
Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin'

I'm wrestlin' with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin' what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable

Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we, New York, the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips

For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin' class watches
Skyscrapers is colossal, the cost of living
Is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options

No Batman and Robin, can't tell between the cops and the robbers
They both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened

My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin'
You either make a way or stay sobbin'
The shiny apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat

Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, Nasdaq averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existence
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin'
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

Breathin' in deep city breaths, sittin' on shitty steps
We stoop to new lows, Hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
Communication with one another and ghetto birds where waters fall
From the hydrants to the gutters

The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin'
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin' visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin' God

But havin' children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin' knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise

Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog
Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair

It's a paradox we call reality
So, keepin' it real will make you a casualty of abnormal normality
Killers born naturally like Mickey and Mallory
Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary

Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin' what you believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded

My blood pressure boiled and rose 'cause New York niggaz
Actin' spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire State

So much on my mind, I just can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline

Yo, don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin'
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[Foreign content]

Yo, on the amen, corner I stood lookin' at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered

I choreograph 'Seven Steps To Heaven'
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war, it's Chicago for
What I know or, what's known

So, some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong

Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own, outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes

My circumstance's between Cabrini and love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God how he thought travellin' the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown

It's deep, I heard the city breathe in it's sleep
Of reality I touch but for me it's hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

So much on my mind, I just can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke, retrace the skyline

Yo, how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evening
Kiss the eyes goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Sleep - Lyrics - Beth Nielsen Chapman

Title: Sleep
Artist: Beth Nielsen Chapman
Composer(s): Beth Nielsen Chapman, Joe Henry

Lyric:
And sleep I think to myself
For all of us, for all of us
Beating fiercely against the wind
Or lying there with broken hands
Wondrous wings and blinded eyes
That see even beyond seeing

The same heart crushing sorrow
The same unspeakable loveliness
All at the same time
How beautiful and sad

And peace I think to myself
For all of us, for all of us
Each and everyone alone
Reaching out form endless dreams
With open hearts and fragile souls
Like children always seeking home

Where love is as easy as breathing
And breath is as light as the atmosphere
All at the same time
How frightening and sweet it is

The same heart crushing sorrow
The same unspeakable loveliness
All at the same time
How beautiful and sad it is

And sleep I think to myself
For all of us, for all of us
Sleep I think at last
Oh, sleep in Heavenly peace

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Arc To Archtilles - Lyrics - Captiva - Falling Up

Title: Arc To Archtilles
Album: Captiva
Artist: Falling Up
Composer(s): Jessy Ribordy

Lyric:
The archers come to the edge of ferns
The wind it floats so cold with words
You're in and out of sleep tonight
It lead you to the shed to hide

Breathing in the dark
They're finding where you are

If you are, then you know the phone's tapped
The last of the maps are breaking codes
You've seen the night thieves
Like sharpened knife bleeds

Through the moon shows, you're in reverse
The moon shows that you're in reverse

Breathing in the dark
They're finding where you are

Breathing in the dark
They're finding where you, you are

Breathing in the dark
They're finding where you are

Breathing in the dark
They're finding where you are

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Best Mistake - Lyrics - Jamison Parker

Title: Best Mistake
Artist: Jamison Parker
Composer(s): Case Parker, Ken Andrews, Jamison Convington

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Lyric:
I chronicled the days you made me want to live
Memorize the way that it felt and then I target into this kiss
Tonight I?m wearing my best smile
And hope to make me worth your while
I?ll be the best mistake you?ll ever make

From the lack of sleep and the bloodshot eyes
To the nervous kiss and the butterflies
Does this make any sense at all
She said, she said

We?re not sleeping, and I?m not breathing
If this means anything at all
I won?t let you leave me anymore

If this holds insignificance
I?ll have the hearse follow the ambulance
No medicine exists to make my lungs work again

Let?s shake and burn, like an addict
My hearing's dead, only static
If I said, your smile's all that mattered
Would you save my life?

We?re not sleeping, and I?m not breathing
If this means anything at all
Don?t let me leave you anymore

We?re not sleeping, and I?m not breathing
If this means anything at all
Don?t let me leave you anymore

We?re not sleeping, and I?m not breathing
If this means anything at all
Don?t let me leave you anymore

We?re not sleeping, and I?m not breathing
If this means anything at all
Don?t let me leave you anymore

Don?t let me leave you anymore

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Thug Love - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Thug Love
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Tupac Shakur, Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
Nigga we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made niggas
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is

Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly

Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the number 1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin' round with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt
It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the floor

When I'm comin' through the door
Bringin' nothin' but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Trying to put a twist in this thugsta era

Paired up with a nigga like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry

So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing
Through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for

They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride?
Playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug I'm cracking' fuckin' domes

Still in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin' wit nothin' but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
We crackin' them domes around my way

Give it to 'em on another level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg
But still gone bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out ridin' looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared

Put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Thug Luv - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Thug Luv
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Tupac Shakur, Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
Nigga we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made niggas
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is

Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly

Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the number 1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin' round with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt
It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the floor

When I'm comin' through the door
Bringin' nothin' but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Trying to put a twist in this thugsta era

Paired up with a nigga like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry

So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing
Through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for

They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride?
Playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug I'm cracking' fuckin' domes

Still in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin' wit nothin' but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
We crackin' them domes around my way

Give it to 'em on another level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg
But still gone bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out ridin' looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared

Put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Bomb First - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Bomb First
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Rufus Lee Cooper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Darryl V. Harper

Lyric:
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement

Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row Records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G. and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is why'd they get
This nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available
For comment but released this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money
Riders and punks, which side are you on?

These niggaz is still fucking talking?
You niggaz still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday)

It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it nigga, Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it

Allow me to introduce first, Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the Holy Qu'Ran
Niggaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival

Money making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of Graffiti

I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?

I hit the scene niggaz ducking from my guillotine stare
I'm right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours

Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gon' cry

Me, a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong

Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you

Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeah yeah
West coast ridah, coming right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I won't rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb first

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb first

For so many days and some many ways we've been ducking strays
They delivers but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nothing to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row

With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do and that's ride for the 'cause
Yes, I'll die for the cause

Ya, best believe if I'ma leave this bitch, yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Paparazzi
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfucking cash mayne

Then what is your motherfucking purpose?
None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch

Come on, bring it, we'll stick with it
Come on, bring it

Your style wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather
Causing massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy tales dunn
'King of New York', like you the motherfucking one?

But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flipping chips
Getting rich, even though it's hard
Trying to creep through these halls and brawls

Without scarred by a revolv' with no warning signs
'Cause yo my man took five
Now, I'm the young one with the nine
Ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleeding
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize and bomb first

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize and bomb first

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Have You Seen Me Lately - Lyrics - Across A Wire: Live In New York City - Counting Crows

Title: Have You Seen Me Lately
Album: Across A Wire: Live In New York City
Artist: Counting Crows
Composer(s): Matt Malley, Charlie Gillingham, Adam Duritz, Ben Mize, David Bryson

Lyric:
Get away from me
Get away from me
This isn't gonna be easy
But I don't need you
Believe me

Yeah you got a piece of me
But it's just a little piece of me
And I don't need anyone
And these days I feel like I'm fading away
Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio

Have you seen me lately?
Have you seen me lately?
Have you seen me lately?

I was out on the radio starting to change
Somewhere out in America, it's starting to rain
Could you tell me the things you remember about me
Have you seen me lately?

I remember me
And all the little things that make up a memory
Like she said, "She loved to watch me sleep"
Like she said, "It's the breathing
It's the breathing in and out and in and

Have you seen me lately?
Have you seen me lately?
Have you seen me lately?

I was out on the radio starting to change
Somewhere out in America it's starting to rain
Could you tell me the things you remember about me
And have you seen me lately?

You, I thought that someone would notice
I thought somebody would say somethin'
If I was missin'
Oh can't you see me?
Come on color me in
Come on color me in

Come on color
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

Give me your blue rain
Give me your black sky
Give me your green eyes
Come on give me your white skin
Come on give me your white skin
Come on give me your white skin

I was out on the radio starting to change
Somewhere out in America, it's starting to rain
Could you tell me the things you remember about me
And have you seen me lately, have you seen me lately?
Have you seen me lately?

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