Part Of Me - Lyrics - Hybrid Theory (EP) - Linkin Park

Title: Part Of Me
Album: Hybrid Theory (EP)
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G Bourdon, Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda

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Lyric:
Part of me won't go away
Everyday reminded how much I hate it
Weighted against the consequences
Can't live without it, so it's senseless

Wanna cut it out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole
Take control of my life and wash out all the burnt taste
I made the problems in the first place

Hang my head low 'cause it's part of me
You hardly see it right next to the heart of me
Heard of me, the routine scar
New cuts cover where the old ones are

And now I'm sick of this
I can't stand the sandpaper thoughts that grate on my sanity
I rather not even be then the man
That's staring in the mirror through me

Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me

I feel it everyday, I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside
Swell up inside, swallowing me

Freedom can be frightening if you've never felt it
Once it's been dealt with you feel like
You've been touched by something angelic
And then melted down into a pool of peace
Cease to be the animal you used to be

Remove the broken parts you know were wrong
And feel the calm when the problem's all gone
And then you start to see another piece
Of yourself that you can't let be

Memories of the last fight to free yourself
Take it to the depths of the bottom of the well
And now you know that you can choose
To lose the part in your heart where your insides bruise

You can live if you're willing to
Put a stop to just what's killing you

Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me
Cut myself free willingly, stop just what's killing me

I feel it everyday, I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside
Swell up inside, swallowing me

Alive in me, inside of me
A part of me screams away silently
Alive in me, inside of me
A part of me screams away silently

This part of me won't go away
Part of me won't go away

Everywhere I look around I see how everyone ought to be
Every time I see myself I see there's always something wrong with me
Everywhere I look around I see how everyone ought to be
Every time I see myself I see there's always something wrong with me

I feel it everyday, I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside
Swell up inside, swallowing me

I feel it everyday, I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside
Swell up inside, swallowing me

I feel it swell up inside
Swell up inside, swallowing me
I feel it swell up inside
Swell up inside, swallowing me

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Thou Swell - Lyrics - Unforgettable: With Love - Natalie Cole

Title: Thou Swell
Album: Unforgettable: With Love
Artist: Natalie Cole
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart

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Lyric:
Thou swell, thou witty, thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty, would hold my hand
Both thine eyes are cute too, what they do to me
Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee

I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms, a kitchen, I'm sure would do
Give me not a lot of just a plot of land
And thou swell, thou witty, thou grand

Thou swell, thou witty, thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty, would hold my hand
Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee

Well, I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms and a kitchen I'm sure would do
Give me not a lot of just a plot of land
And thou swell, thou witty and thou sweet, thou pretty
Thou swell, thou sweet, thou witty, thou grand

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Well Did You Evah! - Lyrics - The Complete Picture: The Very Best Of Blondie - Blondie

Title: Well Did You Evah!
Album: The Complete Picture: The Very Best Of Blondie
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
I have heard among this clan
You are called the forgotten man
Know what they're saying, well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is

And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
Sounds like pure soap opera
I may cry
Tune in tomorrow
What a swell party this is

What frills, what frocks
What broads
What furs, what rocks
They're bootiful
Why I've never seen such gaiety
Neither have I
It's all just too, too risque really

This French champagne
Domestic
So good for the brain
That's what I was going to say
You know you're a brilliant fellow?
Why thank you
Pick up jack, but please don't eat that glass my friend

Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche
No
Oh, don't worry, she's a game girl you know
Got up and finished 4th
The kids got guts
Having a nice time? Grab a line

Have you heard that Mimsie Starr
Oh, what now
She got pinched in the Astor bar
Sloshed again, eh?
She was stoned
Well, did you evah?
Never
What a swell party this is

Hey, check out that act
That's a lovely dress
You think I can talk her out of it?

It's great
Aah, it's great
So grand
So grand
It's wonderland

We sing
Oh, we sing
So rare
So rare
Like old Camembert
Like baba au rhum
Don't dig that kind of crooning chum

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party
A swelligant, elegant party this is

I drink to your health
Naw, let's drink to your wealth
You're my bon ami
Hey, that's French
A liberty fraternity

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party
Swelligant, elegant party this is

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Well Did You Evah? - Lyrics - Iggy Pop

Title: Well Did You Evah?
Artist: Iggy Pop
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
I have heard among this clan
You are called the forgotten man
Know what they're saying, well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is

And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
Sounds like pure soap opera
I may cry
Tune in tomorrow
What a swell party this is

What frills, what frocks
What broads
What furs, what rocks
They're bootiful
Why I've never seen such gaiety
Neither have I
It's all just too, too risque really

This French champagne
Domestic
So good for the brain
That's what I was going to say
You know you're a brilliant fellow?
Why thank you
Pick up jack, but please don't eat that glass my friend

Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche
No
Oh, don't worry, she's a game girl you know
Got up and finished 4th
The kids got guts
Having a nice time? Grab a line

Have you heard that Mimsie Starr
Oh, what now
She got pinched in the Astor bar
Sloshed again, eh?
She was stoned
Well, did you evah?
Never
What a swell party this is

Hey, check out that act
That's a lovely dress
You think I can talk her out of it?

It's great
Aah, it's great
So grand
So grand
It's wonderland

We sing
Oh, we sing
So rare
So rare
Like old Camembert
Like baba au rhum
Don't dig that kind of crooning chum

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party
A swelligant, elegant party this is

I drink to your health
Naw, let's drink to your wealth
You're my bon ami
Hey, that's French
A liberty fraternity

Have you heard? It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party
Swelligant, elegant party this is

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Thou Swell - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Thou Swell
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart

Lyric:
Thou swell, thou witty
Thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty
Wouldst hold my hand

Both thine eyes are cute too
What they do to me?
Hear me holler I choose
A sweet lollapaloosa in thee

I'd feel so rich
In a hut for two
Two rooms and kitchen
I'm sure would do

Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And thou swell, thou witty
Thou grand

Thou swell, thou witty
Thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty
Wouldst hold my hand

Both thine eyes are cute too
What they do to me?
Hear me holler I choose
A sweet lollapaloosa in thee

I'd feel so rich
In a hut for two
Two rooms and kitchen
I'm sure would do

Give me just a plot of
Not a lot of land
And thou swell, thou witty
Thou grand

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Mechanical Man - Lyrics - The Greatest Misses - Devo

Title: Mechanical Man
Album: The Greatest Misses
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Mothersbaugh

Lyric:
I'm a mechanical man
I'm a mechanical man
2 mechanical arms
2 mechanical legs
I'm a 2 + 2 = 4 man

I'm a mechanical man
I'm a mechanical man
I'm a mechanical man
I'm a mechanical man

I'm a mechanical man
I'm a mechanical man
2 mechanical arms
2 mechanical legs
I'm a 2 + 2 = 4 man

Me feel swell, me work well
Me want what you want
Me feel swell, me work well
Me want what you got

Me feel swell, me work well
Me want what you want
Me feel swell, me work well
Me want what you got

Me feel swell, me work well
Me want what you want

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You'Re So Intricate - Lyrics - Underoath

Title: You'Re So Intricate
Artist: Underoath
Composer(s): Grant Brandell, Spencer Chamberlain, Chris Dudley, Aaron Gillespie, Timothy Mctague, James Smith

Lyric:
Like I said, "Leave your baggage at the back door
I'm leaving you the way I think it should be
We're always pulling into spaces that we can't back out of
Starting fights, we can't talk our way out of them"

How does it feel to be on the recieving end of this one?

This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive
This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive

Feast your eyes
(Swell with us)
I don't care

I'll fantasize of being manic
And leaving us behind
In your eyes, you were the one that tried

Acceptance is what holds us here
And you, my dear, are the one I fear, tonight
We'll try just one more time

This is the moment that we all live for
Are you ready? Are you ready?

This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive
This night will swell with us, this night will run with us
This is our last surviving chance, I wanna survive

Feast your eyes
(Run with us)
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And I'll never care

I cant see past your waving hand
Just running away again
I can't see past your waving hand
Just running away again

You think so loud, it hurts my ears

I wanna know how to get through this
How to get through this without choking up
I wanna know how to get through this
How to get through this without choking up

I can't feel you, you're so far from me

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It'S Hell - Lyrics - Field Mob

Title: It'S Hell
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
Stay up Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga
'Cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit

Stressin' to heaven, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind,
Fuck the World, with crime

My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, not knowin' that it corrupted two chillin'
I'm starin' at the ceilin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the sinus up in my nose, oh

These people want to hurt me, my momma dead, so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, can't deny that face and as a child
Everynight I prayed for a rap record deal, man sometimes
Twice I'd say, "Lord save me, take me away from here"

Twenty now, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evicted? Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob? Why my pappa ain't gotta job? Why I ain't graduate?

Why through high school I aint have a date?
Why I had to masturbate? Why I'm wearing hand me downs?
Why I'm in and out of jail? Why I let my family down?
Why my uncle died? Wish it would've been me

He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back"

He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin'I heard her croke
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
Eleven years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit

But in my tape deck, eight ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't popp her that hard
And when them folks come , her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists

Heavely blows to the dome, now she slicing her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, soaking wet with blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right, she whispered with her bleedin' lip
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic

Step daddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', non stop, permanent rush with the fever
She almost died, of loss of blood, I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy

Feelin' like a puss, I didn't help her 'cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and he puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in eternal fire, where drama doesn't end

It's hell
Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow
Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

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Jingle Bell Rock - Lyrics - Randy Travis

Title: Jingle Bell Rock
Artist: Randy Travis
Composer(s): Joe Beal, Jim Boothe

Lyric:
Bells on bobtails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleigh song tonight

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bell swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air

What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time it's a swell time
To go riding in a one-horse sleigh

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle with the jingling beat
That's the jingle bell rock

Come on

Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Play it again

Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air

What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time it's a swell time
To go riding in a one-horse sleigh

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in the jingling beat
That's the jingle bell, that's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell rock

{Hey, that was great
Can we do it one more time guys
Here we go we're rolling}

What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time it's a swell time
To go riding in a one-horse sleigh

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in the jingling beat
That's the jingle bell, that's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell rock

Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock
What a bright time
Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock
It's the right time
Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock
Sing it again now

Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock
Come one now
Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock
Jingle bell time

Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock
It's a swell time
Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock
Jingle, jingle, jingle bell rock

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Elenor - Lyrics - Me First And The Gimme Gimmes

Title: Elenor
Artist: Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
Composer(s): J Barbata, J Pons, H Kaylan, M Volman, A Nichol

Lyric:
You got a thing about you
I just can't live without you
I really want you, Elenor, near me

Your looks intoxicate me
Even though your folks hate me
There's no one like you, Elenor, really

Elenor, gee, I think you're swell
And you'd really do me well
You're my pride and joy, etcetera

Elenor, can I take the time
To ask you to speak your mind?
Tell me, that you love me better

I really think you're groovy
Let's go out to a movie
What do you say now, Elenor, can we?

They'll turn the lights way down low
Maybe we won't watch the show
I think, I love you, Elenor, love me

Elenor, gee, I think you're swell
And you'd really do me well
You're my pride and joy, etcetera

Elenor, can I take the time
To ask you to speak your mind?
Tell me, that you love me better

Elenor, gee, I think you're swell
Ah, ah, ah
Elenor, gee, I think you're swell
Ah, ah, ah

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Well, Did You Evah - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: Well, Did You Evah
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
Have you heard?
The coast of Maine just got caught in a hurricane
Well did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Have you heard
That poor dear Blanche got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

What daiquiris!
What sherry, please!
What burgundy!
What pommery!

Have you heard?
Professor Munch ate his wife and divorced his lunch?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

Missus Smith in her new Hup
Crossed the bridge when the bridge was up
Well, did you evah?
What a swell part this is!

What brandy, wow!
What whiskey, here's how!
What gin and what beer!
Will you sober up, dear?

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Thou Swell - Lyrics - The World Of Nat King Cole - Nat King Cole

Title: Thou Swell
Album: The World Of Nat King Cole
Artist: Nat King Cole
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart

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Lyric:
Thou swell, thou witty, thou sweet, thou grand
Wouldst kiss me pretty? Wouldst hold my hand?
Both thine eyes are cute too, what they do to me
Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee

I'd feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms and kitchen I'm sure would do
Give me just a plot of, not a lot of land
And thou swell, thou witty, thou grand

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Swell - Lyrics - Angie Aparo

Title: Swell
Artist: Angie Aparo
Composer(s): Angie Aparo

Lyric:
Only Virginia so very kind
All of her anyway that you desire
Only Virginia so crucified
And all of her dying keeps her alive

And swell
Made up for everyone else
Happy and horribly well
The girl with her soul on a shelf

Only Virginia knows how to bleed
All of her giving never comes free
Only Virginia so desperately
Wanting the whole world watching her misery

Swell
Made up for everyone else
Happy and horribly well

Hello misunderstood so go the lonely
Tracing your ashes to wood
So go the lonely and you are the only

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It'S H*** - Lyrics - From tha Roota to tha Toota - Field Mob

Title: It'S H***
Album: From tha Roota to tha Toota
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind
Fuck the World, we cried
My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga

Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, can't deny that face
And as a child, everynight I prayed
For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
Lord save me, take me, away from here
20 To 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evicted?
Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob?
Why my pappi ain't gotta job?
Why I ain't graduate?
Why through high school I didn't have a date?
Why I had to masturbate?
Why Im wearing hand me downs?
Why im in and out of jail?
Why I let my family down?
Why my uncle died?
Wish it would've been me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And that's all I gotta say

He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, Please let me get back
He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 Years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard
And when them folks come through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever
She almost died, of loss of blood
I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end
It's hell
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

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My Hometown - Lyrics - A Hangover You Don't Deserve - Bowling For Soup

Title: My Hometown
Album: A Hangover You Don't Deserve
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Jaret Ray Reddick

Lyric:
Two, three

This song goes out to my good friends
Especially the ones I had
Before the Grammy nominations in two thousand three
And to all the girls from back in high school
Who actually spoke to me
Even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek

I hope this song finds you well
And I hope that you're doin' fuckin' swell
I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down
And I hope you got the fuck out of our hometown

Here comes a shout out to the professor
Who said,"Son, pick a path and stay the same
'Cause charisma is the key to opportunity"
And to all the clubs that let us play
To our family and friends and the music stores
For giving us gear when we couldn't pay

I hope this song finds you well
And I hope that you're doin' fuckin' swell
I hope that you're back up if you've ever been down
(Aaa)
And I hope you got the fuck out of our hometown

You know I can't count
How many times I've heard people say
Be proud of where you're from, you're gonna put us on the map
But where the hell were you back in the day?
No one came to see us so we got the hell out of there
So there

You have a de de de de de de de
This song goes out to my big brother
For putting up with me following you around
And for making me smile when things at home weren't great
And for not getting pissed when I humped your girlfriend
For letting me take your car to the prom
For beating up the guys that hung my bike in a tree
For hand me down albums and guitar with no strings
And for never beating the shit outta me

I hope this song finds you well
And I hope that you're doin' fuckin' swell
I hope that you're back up 'cause I know you've been down
I just wish you'd get the fuck out of our hometown
I hope you get the fuck out of our hometown
I'm so glad I got the fuck out of our hometown

You know what I'm talkin' about
Don't ya? Dammit

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Rhyme The Rhyme Well - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Rhyme The Rhyme Well
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Adam Yauch, Adam Horowitz

Lyric:
And now my name is Adrock, I've got a story to tell
And when I rock the crowd, with the crowd, we all yell
And when I get the feeling, I feel the feel swell
And when I start to rhyme, well, I rhyme the rhyme well

Oh, you didn't know, I got the flow
I could sing, rap, dance in just one show
Oh, with the cornbread stuffin', with the Blimpie Bluffin
Mother fuckin' Yosi with his goddamn muffins

Hey, could you please pass me the peas?
And let me get a tissue if you think you're gonna sneeze
I'm the player and the coach, I'm no roach
I bought my Grandma a brand new broach

Well, I'm MCA with a story to tell
And when I rock the crowd, I rock the crowd well
And when I get the feeling, I feel the feel swell
'Cause when I start to rhyme, well, I rhyme the rhyme well

'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin'
I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman
I'm rehashin' and ain't maskin'
Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin'

Keepin' it top notch, beyond passing
Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't a flashin'
I'm party crashin' so you better batten
Down those hatches, stop procrastin'

Well, I'm Mike D with a story to tell
And when I rock the crowd, the crowd, we all yell
And when I get the feeling, I feel the feel swell
'Cause when I start to rhyme, I rhyme the rhyme well

Went to the top and never went pop and
Came back down but still not stopping
I'm not even asking, "Yo what's cracking?"
Serving MC's on a platter like baked Alaskan

So start packing 'cause I'm back in
The game of hip hop representing Manhattan
Now push the pause button, then start ducking
Shh, you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton, E.F. shh
Hutton shh, Hutton shh, Hutton shh, Hutton shh

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Fell In Love Without You - Lyrics - Motion City Soundtrack

Title: Fell In Love Without You
Artist: Motion City Soundtrack
Composer(s): Tony Thaxton, Justin Pierre, Matthew Taylor, Joshua Cain, Jesse Johnson

Lyric:
Last night I fell in love without you
I waved goodbye to that heart of mine
Eating solo on your lawn

Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it love

Last night I fell in love without you
The cou de gras that set me off
Would've made for decent fiction

Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it

Last night I fell in love without you
The stars at night aren't as big and bright
As you make them out to be

And every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love
And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
In memory of when we used to call it love

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Nowadays - Lyrics - Chicago The Musical

Title: Nowadays
Artist: Chicago The Musical
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
It's good
Isn't it grand? Isn't it great?
Isn't it swell? Isn't it fun?
Isn't it? Nowadays

There's men
Everywhere jazz, everywhere booze
Everywhere life, everywhere joy
Everywhere, nowadays

You can like the life you're livin'
You can live the life you like
You can even marry Harry
But mess around with Ike
And that's good

Isn't it grand? Isn't it great?
Isn't it swell? Isn't it fun?

Ladies and gentlemen, the Vickers theater
Chicago's finest finest home of family entertainment
Is proud to announce a first
The first time, anywhere there has been an act of this nature
Not only one little lady but two!
You've read about them in the papers
And now here they are a double header!
Chicago's own killer, drillers those two scintillating sinners
Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly

You can like the life you're livin'
You can live the life you like
You can even marry Harry
But mess around with Ike
And that's good

Isn't it grand? Isn't it great?
Isn't it swell? Isn't it fun?
Isn't it?

But nothing stays in fifty years or so
It's gonna change, you know
But oh, it's heaven
Nowadays

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I Can'T Give You Anything But Love - Lyrics - Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall [2 CD] - Rufus Wainwright

Title: I Can'T Give You Anything But Love
Album: Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall [2 CD]
Artist: Rufus Wainwright
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields, Jimmy Mchugh

Lyric:
I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby
Dream a while, scheme a while
You're sure to find happiness and I guess
All those things you've always pined for

Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets, Woolworth doesn't sell, baby
Till that lucky day, you know darn well, baby
I can't give you anything but love

Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets, Woolworth doesn't sell, baby
Till that lucky day, you know darn well, baby
I can't give you anything, I can't give you anything
I can't give you anything but love

Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets, Woolworth doesn't sell, baby
Till that lucky day, you know darn well, baby
I can't give you anything, I can't give you anything
I can't give you anything but love

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What'S That Smell - Lyrics - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again - House Of Pain

Title: What'S That Smell
Album: Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
Baby, because
(I say, "Lord, have mercy")
This is for all you dirty bitches out there
Suck up on this motherfuckin' nuts
(I say, "Lord, have mercy")

Say stop! Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin' down
I'm everlastin', forever on a roll
I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' gray matter tone

I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can graft this
Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Johnny Mathis
On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the honeys
Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Playboy Bunnies

Check the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doonesbury
See me after dark, love, shit be getting scary
I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom
Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking your palm

Work my way up your arm, start kissing your ear
Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling your hair
Yeah, I freak the back spasm to get the orgasm
And if my legs cramp, girl, I lick that stamp
I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries
Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin' blurry

Stop, hey, what's that smell
Someone laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells

Periodic measures to say my rhymes
Too much of this dope need growth-type slow
Off a poet's tree, let me blow my leaves
Shake off my roots and pull up my sleeves

Break a branchling wist stick
Lyrics for the mystical
Yo fancy, shake your chancy
Our transystem is torn MCs
I hymn-zen, then I'm casualies

Pot smoke-seeds, relativities
Seize it, I be on every first ability
Of chaos, a higher form of infinity
Gettin' me virtually supreme ID

Reflectors and tackers
At which my faster phrased words
Super-lax, break raps and MCs jump off wacks
Revolves and steers and still sees time stilt
I work for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill

I say, "Stop", hey, what's that smell?
Someone laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells

Stop, hey, what's that smell?
Someone laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' when the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion cells

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