Ten Years Time - Lyrics - Gabrielle

Title: Ten Years Time
Artist: Gabrielle
Composer(s): Louisa Gabriella Bobb, Jonathan Shorten

Lyric:
Do you have a vision?
Do you have a goal?
I'm watching you shrugging your shoulders
Telling me you just don't know

Do you get emotional?
Is there something you're passionate about?
I can tell that you're still searching
Still trying to work it all out

It takes time, take your time
Mm, mmm, you will know when it feels right

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right?

When you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right in your life?

What would you fight for?
For what do you stand?
And how would you go about it?
And do you have a master plan?

What are you, demons?
How much for your soul?
Have you found religion
And gone down that road?

I guess, we all need something to believe
Oh, ooh, oh, times haven't changed, that's how it's got to be

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right? Yeah, yeah

When you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right?
We're talking about your life

Are you a dreamer?
Tell me all your dreams
Can you say honestly
What you want to be?

What would you do
When your back's against the wall?
Would you stand on your two feet?
Would you admit defeat?

These are the times we need to be strong
Don't you know? Don't you know that it's hard?
But we learn, we find a way
We got to find away to carry on

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right? Yeah, yeah

And when you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right?
We're talking about your life, your life

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
Will you be happy
With the way you've been living your life?
Will you be all right? Yeah, yeah

And when you're looking back to now on the years gone by
Will there be something that you say
That you should have done right?
We're talking about your life, your life

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
(Ten years time)
Will you be all right?
(Ten years time)
Tell me will you get it right?
Get it right? Yeah

Where you gonna to be in ten years time?
(Ten years time)
Will you be happy with the way
That you're living your life?
(Ten years time)
Do you feel it'll be all right?
Be all right?

Where you gonna be in ten years time?
(Ten years time)
Will you be all right?
(Ten years time)
Tell me will you get it right?
Get it right?
Yeah

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Happenings Ten Years Time Ago - Lyrics - Yardbirds

Title: Happenings Ten Years Time Ago
Artist: Yardbirds
Composer(s): Jeff Beck, Jim Mccarty, Jimmy Page, Keith Relf

Lyric:
Meeting people along my way
Seemingly alone one day
But in reality of things
That my dreaming always brings

Happenings ten years time ago
Situations we really know
But the knowing is in the mind
Sinking deep into the well of time
Sinking deep into the well of time

Walking in the room I see
Things that mean a lot to me
Why they do I never know
Memories don't strike me so
Memories don't strike me so

It seems to me I've been here before
The sounds I heard and the sights I saw
Was it real, was it in my dreams?
I need to know what it all means

Happenings ten years time ago
Situations we really know
But the knowing is in the mind
Sinking deep into the well of time
Sinking deep into the well of time

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10 Years Of Service - Lyrics - The Gang's All Here - Dropkick Murphys

Title: 10 Years Of Service
Album: The Gang's All Here
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mathew Edward Kelly, Richard Garnet Barton, Kenneth William Casey

Lyric:
The status of our future in both past and present time
Is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine
To determine and direct the lives of family men who
Bear the burden of living up to a standard
That doesn't exist in 1999

Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line?
Ten years of service but I'm still not worth your time

Times maybe changing but I'll never leave behind the hopes
And thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine
Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell
What goes around is gonna come around
And you'll know our pain too well now

Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line?
Ten years of service but I'm still not worth your time
And I've seen men give their lives
And heard the stories that they tell of
How they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell

The status of our future in both past and present time
Is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine
To determine and direct the lives of family men who
Bear the burden of living up to a standard
That doesn't exist in 1999

Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line
Ten years of service but I'm still not worth your time
And I've seen men give their lives
And heard the stories that they tell of
How they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell

Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line
Ten years of service but I'm still not worth your time

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The Last Ten Years (Superman) - Lyrics - Kenny Rogers

Title: The Last Ten Years (Superman)
Artist: Kenny Rogers
Composer(s): David Vincent Williams, Tommy Conners

Lyric:
Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite trip
Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip
But within the realm of our atmosphere
We're 'bout as out of whack as we've ever been in a million years

We watched the Y2K scare in a panic
An' we watched as time proved Nostradamus wrong
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost Superman, hmm

Well, the last ten years, look at the hills we've climbed
The best golfer's black, the best rapper's white an' it's about damn time
But we best beware, there's a brand new fight you see
An' I hate to say, we might be our own worst enemy

We watched Oklahoma sifting through the damage
An' we watched a US President get caught
We watched shareholders watch their savings vanish
We all cried when we watched those towers fall
We lost Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I am
We even lost Superman

Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen next
Is anybody's guess

Satellite radio and hybrid cars
Hand-held computers an' a trip to Mars
It's all become a part of who we are
In the last ten years

In the last ten years
We lost George Harrison, John Paul and June Carter-Cash
Hell, we even lost Superman
Gonna miss you, Chris

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Crossroads - Lyrics - Bombshell Rocks

Title: Crossroads
Artist: Bombshell Rocks
Composer(s): Christian Maatta, Marten Cedergran, Richard Andersson, Thomas Falk

Lyric:
We put tape in the blaster
Got up on our bikes
Had no destination
We just did whatever we liked

Those were the days that shaped us
We hung out in the harbor
Where the cranes reached for the sky

In the shadows of the piles of junk
We spent both days and nights
Those were the days that shaped us
Sometimes I wish, I could go back

This place was our kingdom
And no one could take it away
The fun never ended
On our nightly escapades

Those were the days that shaped us
Sometimes I wish, I could go back
And it was long before the crossroads
Where we could go our separate ways

No I, I can't believe
That it's been ten years
It's been some tears
It feels like yesterday

We didn't really care if the rain came pouring down
'Cause there was always something goin' on
And we had to be around
Those were the days that shaped us

The freight trains came and left
And so did the years
Before I knew it, it was gone
It's new time but we're still here

Those were the days that shaped us
Sometimes I wish, I could go back
And it was long before the crossroads
Where we could go our separate ways

No I, I can't believe
That it's been ten years
It's been some tears
It feels like yesterday

No I, I can't believe
That it's been ten years
It's been some tears
Now here, here we are today

No I, I can't believe
That it's been ten years
It's been some tears
It feels like yesterday

No I, I can't believe
That it's been ten years
It's been some tears
Now here we are today

No I, I can't believe
That it's been ten years
It's been some tears
And it feels, feels like yesterday

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10 Years Later - Lyrics - Blender - Collective Soul

Title: 10 Years Later
Album: Blender
Artist: Collective Soul
Composer(s): Ed Roland

Lyric:
Lack of knowledge has a source
Oh boy
Still my thoughts must run their course
Oh yeah
And they do
Oh

Does my memory comfort you?
While your eyes see me through
Well it's ten years later and still I haven't a clue
Oh I'm cryin'

Caution breathes a lonely breath
Oh boy
Love withstands but time must rest
Oh yeah
And it does
Oh

Does my memory comfort you?
While your eyes see me through
Well it's ten years later and still I haven't a clue
Oh I'm cryin'
(Cryin')

Does my memory comfort you?
While your eyes see me through
Well it's ten years later and still I haven't a clue
Oh it's ten years later
(Ten years later)

Love withstands but time must rest

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Wunderdrug - Lyrics - Cinematographic - Junior Varsity

Title: Wunderdrug
Album: Cinematographic
Artist: Junior Varsity
Composer(s): Chris Birch, Sergio Coronado, Asa Dawson, Nick Dodson, Andy Wildrick

Lyric:
You may think it's impossible
For just a couple of boys
Building an igloo in Illinois

And how the cold air
It dries our skin
We can't wait for summer
To come and warm our bodies again

'Cause inside these heavy winter clothes
Yeah, I'm like a lit black cat
Awaiting to explode

We got time, we got time to get down
We got time, we got time to get down
We got time, we got time, we got time

Climb the tree in my front yard
Dodging driveway rocks being thrown by a younger arm
And in ten years I'll be on my own
And in ten years I'll be all alone

We got time, we got time to get down
We got time, we got time to get down
We got time, we got time, we got time
Open up and swallow me whole

And I couldn't find a reason to be afraid
And I wouldn't mind, oh, if that's the way it had to stay
And I never had to act a certain way
Now, I'm afraid I'll never be the same

Open me up, swallow me whole
Feed this feeling that's in my soul
Take this song and rock 'n' roll
Turn it off and lose control

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Question Everything - Lyrics - In Moderation - 8 Stops 7

Title: Question Everything
Album: In Moderation
Artist: 8 Stops 7
Composer(s): Evan Sula-Goff, Adam Powell, Seth Watson, Alex Viveros

Lyric:
Ever since I was a child
You always said that I should understand the rules
You take some and give less
Sit high above the rest, don't you

As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
Now he thinks I have the time

He flows in and out of riddles
Looking me straight in the eye
But it seems like something's missing
From the days when he was more my size

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me

Everything exists 'tween black and white
You can twist and distort the most blatant of lies
Or just offer up solutions, practiced only in your mind
I lost half my life to wisdom so forgive me if I

Come off sounding bitter
If my words push you away
If I seem surprised to see you
Lying here in front of me

Just consider what you're asking
And give me a little time
I'm still having trouble breathing
'Cause up to now I've never seen you cry

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me

No son of mine, should I be sleeping
No son of mine, as if you never understood
That I don't need your help, don't have to save me from myself
Or take me out to prove that I should live my life like you

As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
But I am listening this time

He flows in and out of riddles
Stories change without the wine
But at least he seems much clearer on
how it feels to be my size

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it harder to see
Just what it means to me

What it means to me
What it means to me
What it means to me

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Smoke - Lyrics - No Cure For Cancer - Dennis Leary

Title: Smoke
Album: No Cure For Cancer
Artist: Dennis Leary
Composer(s): Denis Leary

Lyric:
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now? You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?

The cops are outside, "We know you have the cigarettes
Come out of the house with the cigarettes above your head"
"You'll never get me copper! I'm never coming out, you hear?
I got a cigarette machine right here in my bedroom, yeah! Say yeah!"

Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get one of those tracheotomies
So I can smoke two cigarettes at the same time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!

I'm looking forward to cancer, man, I want that throat cancer
That's the best kind, you know why?
You get that throat cancer, you get that voice box thing
Know what I'm talking about?

Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You got any spare change?"
"Ahh! Here's my whole wallet, get away from me!"

Imagine a whole family with voice boxes, that'd be creepy, wouldn't it?
They'd be out in that backyard everyday during the summer
"Dad, can we go to the beach?", "Yes, get your mother and the dog"
"We'll leave right now, Sparky, come here"

Or the ultimate irony, a guy with a voice box pulling up to the drive
Through window at Mcdonald's, that has to suck, huh?
"Can I help you?", "Big Mac and a large order of fries"
"Stop making fun of me", "I'm not making fun of you"
"I'm getting the manager", "Get the fucking manager, I don't care"

I can remember a time in this country
When men were proud to get cancer, God dammit!
When it was a sign of manhood! John Wayne had cancer twice
Second time, they took out one of his lungs, he said, "Take 'em both!
'Cuz I don't fuckin' need 'em! I'll grow gills and breathe like a fish!"

Babe Ruth, greatest baseball player to ever play the game
He had a voice box, he was the first American to have a voice box
Yeah!, "This is Babe Ruth
The Sultan of Swat, the Bambino"

I smoke twenty-five goddamn Black Cuban cigars a day
I had meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I fucked eighteen prostitutes a night!
'Course, I'm dead now

I'm up here in Heaven, Lou Gehrig is up Here with me
God love Lou Gehrig, Jesus Christ, poor Lou Gehrig
Died of Lou Gehrig's disease
How the Hell did he not see that coming?

We used to tell him, Lou, there's a disease
With your name all over it, pal!
There ain't no Babe Ruth disease, I'll tell you that much right now
Have a hot dog and a Hummer, go ahead, it's on me"

I don't know, personally, I think Billy Martin said it best when he said
"Hey! I can drive!", because we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
We fucking tried, okay?
You wanted your own sections in the restaurants, we gave you that

But that wasn't enough for you, then you wanted the airplanes
We gave you the whole God damn plane! You happy now?
You own the fucking plane! I'd like an explanation about that one folks
Because I will guarantee you if the plane is going down
The first announcement you're gonna hear is

"Folks, this is your Captain speaking, look, uhm, light 'em up
'Cause we're going down, okay, I got a carton of Camels non-filters
I'll see you on the ground, take it easy"
Actually, it'd be more like this, "This is your Captain speaking"
"Smoke 'em if ya got 'em"

The filters the best part, that's where they put the heroine
Only us real good smokers know that fucking secret
Yeah, we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
But you just fucking badger us, you know? You won't leave us alone

You got all your little speeches you're always giving to us
All these little facts that you dig out of a newspaper or pamphlet
And you store that little nugget in your little fucking head
And we light up and you spew 'em out at us, don't ya?
I love these little facts, these little facts

"Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life"
Well it's the ten worst years, isn't it folks?
It's the ones at the end! It's the wheelchair, dialysis fucking years
You can have those years! We don't want 'em, alright!?

And I guarantee if I'm still alive then I'll be smoking then
I'll be in my wheelchair, with my adult diapers on
And my twenty-five year old non-smoking born again
Christian son behind me

I'll be going, "Hey! Make sure you wipe this time
I was itching all week for Christ's sake!
And get me some more wippets
I'm almost out, you fucking pussy! Come on!"

Because you're always telling us
"You know, if you quit smoking now
Every cigarette takes three minutes off your life
If you quit now you can live an extra ten years
If you quit now, you can live an extra twenty years"

Hey, I got two words for you, okay, Jim Fix, remember Jim Fix?
The big famous jogging guy? Jogged fifteen miles a day
Did a jogging book, did a jogging video
And dropped out of a heart attack when?
When he was fucking jogging, that's when!

What do you wanna bet it was two smokers
Who found the body the next morning and went
"Hey! That's Jim Fix, isn't it?" "Wow, what a fucking tragedy
Come on, lets go buy some buds"

It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"

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Wonderful Waste - Lyrics - Verve Pipe

Title: Wonderful Waste
Artist: Verve Pipe
Composer(s): Doug Corella, Donny Brown, A.J. Dunning, Brian Vander Ark, Adam Schlesinger

Lyric:
Could you go any slower?
You're such a church goer
Got the home field advantage
And all that you can manage
Is to stay home drinking
The thought of it is bringing me down

Could you go any faster?
The night is a disaster
'Cause you call with little warning
Gotta work in the morning
With a head that's ringing
The thought of it is bringing me down

We've come this far
And the worst case scenario
We're back in the car
And cranking up the stereo

You're a wonderful waste
Memory erased, easily replaced
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a slap on the wrist
You'll hardly be missed, give me one more kiss
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time

It's ten years later
You're still a fornicator
Got the home field advantage
All that kids that you can manage
And your trunk of returnables
Is weighing your convertible down

Could you go any slower?
You're such a church goer
'Cause you call with little warning
Gotta work in the morning
With a phone that's ringing
And the thought of it is bringing me down

We've come this far
And the worst case scenario
We're back in the car
And cranking up the stereo

You're a wonderful waste
Memory erased, easily replaced
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a slap on the wrist
You'll hardly be missed, give me one more kiss
You're a wonderful waste of time
You're such a wonderful waste of time
What a wonderful waste of time

And all you can manage
The home field advantage
As long as you're willing
To pay for the damage

We've come this far
And the worst case scenario
We're back in the car
And cranking up the stereo

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time
You're a wonderful waste
Such a wonderful waste
You're such a wonderful waste of time

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1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: 1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, Michael Richard Bull, Christopher Bridges, Shondrae Crawford, Jean Paul Maunick, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
Click, click, click, click
Yeah, click, click
DTP nigga

I started with ten mack tens, ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks watching eight flicks
You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
Did I Do That or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

On to seven AK-47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left, one pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket

Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm finish, so you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a Hearst
Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse

I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias names
I'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain
On three fire and ready, cock back and aim

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th, what's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins, double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm Numero Uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

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100 Rounds - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: 100 Rounds
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Sean Kelly, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Yo what's up D? Huh?
You bought that from tower records?
What?s that let me see that bag
Get the fuck off get the fuck off it
Come here man what the fuck I
Like that nigga give me that man
You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
Fuck outta here

Niggas think I can't sell five million?
Ya'll niggas is mad
Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this
For real that's for real for real
Represent flick it up all day nigga
Immobilarity
Ya'll know my work this category is raw

Aea yo slash your position
Verbal mike physician
Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen
God should vega straight up stomp that fake out
What he biting everything, biting his nuts
We slang like champions
Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons
Style it out

Throwin' four thousand out
Swimsuit mammal get high
Float flammable
Drop off in a Benz boat lampable
Rear like hittin' a deer
Playin Cuban Linx movin' in the chair, he got a ear
No question all brolic guerillas stand up
Whoever large throw a hand up, throw a grand up

Let's like multiply
Conect both sides big shit low rides galide
Everybody bump once
Yo chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice need it once
Track be yelling like a whore
Like a swelling on a sore
Or this rap Magellion on your jaw

I'm a night freak
Boating on the weekends, ten a week
Flows spray it like clinique
Rich unique bitch you weak
Contact Reek we callin' up Leek
Yo he famous like Ali feet yo Mystikal
Rap Larry Davis with a pistol and this you
You a student fuckin' with a principal

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Yo aea yo, glass tree house
Yo fiendin' like fuck in a green house
Rush and cut chain cream out blow steam out
Rare like Guccis in ears goose bears
Skied up lovin' all my Deustch years
Coat for broadway
Hundred and thirty ninthth all day
Got my chick rollin' call her Parle

20th Century Max like jail penitentiary
Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me
What, fruit flavored Nikes
Benz 2000 the hype piece
Send half my love out to white peeps
Wu-Tang emblem success make a nigga tremble
Nine of us stand nine resemble
Filling out tax reports look live up in guess shorts

Bitches got love and support
Yo leather jacket yellow
Leather hat mack it real mellow
New York state of mind crime Othello
Wild zoo of bitches burrow that's staten
Yo we actin' wud up we do that crack thing captain
Still camaflouge jackets mad rackets
Out yo we cap shit picture that nigga mashin'

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Yo aea yo, blowin' more reason
For a season wud up shortie jaw season
Baltimore hall bleeding
Take money remember that don't gon' be my son
Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy
Gain you out patriot
Portion of my love mad shit
Now we with things the long gray shit

Luke bitches in Barook
Cute big fat bitches with Luke
Lex you need boots that switches
Flights over Iraq ironing my hat out and 'lax
Connecting with diplomat cats
Harlem hustle connect Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin' well ice drool off my dick
Abe Lincoln President suites lay eventually

Pinch me I bought head from Monica Lewinsky
Arrest that hoodlum strong arm that the white gooden
Faggot nigga frontin' knew he wouldn't
Flexible impact rhymin' professional
We staked out eatin' all side vegetables
Prosperity rhymes lines
Casians and Asians
Let's blaze niggas with the shine

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Rollin' like ten at a time
Begin love revolves around a thin line
Go against this send mine
Lace you chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

Yeah word up that's right
Y'all be loving my shit
Yeah all the real niggas stand up
Hey yo hey yo let me speak let me speak
Yo, this a new year right here
It's the two with the three zeros, here me?
It's gonna get technical for real

Let's play the game right
It's just a friendly game of baseball
Feel me hey yo Santana, yo
Bring that suitcase in here kid
Let's count that, where it came from?
Where it came from?
Rollin' like ten at a time
Action packed thriller is this

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Mr. James - Lyrics - Matthew West

Title: Mr. James
Artist: Matthew West
Composer(s): Tim Harmon, Sam Mizell, Matthew West

Lyric:
Mr. James sits on a park bench
Feeds the pigeons
From the crust of his bread
And I come around from time to time
To hear his stories unwind
'Cause it helps me clear my head

Mr. James says, "Ten years ago I was rich man
Well, I had a corporate office
You know that down on 17th and Main
Somewhere along the line
I guess I just lost all track of time
And tried to make myself a name"

Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says

He said, "Well, take these pigeons for example
Well, they never seem to have
A single worry on their mind
Well, maybe it's because they know
That the good Lord is watching over everyone of us
'Cause you know that's the secret of this life"

Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
Time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says

Don't worry about tomorrow
Tomorrow will take care of itself
Don't worry about tomorrow
Tomorrow will, take, care of itself, yeah

Yesterday I stopped by that old park bench
I fed that Mr. James pigeons
From the crust of my bread
Well, I watched the world fly by
And I thought all about my life
I remembered what Mr. James said

Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
And time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says

Time goes by, just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
And time goes by, just like yesterday
Just like, Mr. James says

Time goes by, well, it's just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrow
Time goes by, it's just like yesterday
Just like Mr. James said

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From Our House To Yours - Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Title: From Our House To Yours
Artist: Lorrie Morgan
Composer(s): Angela F Kaset

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Lyric:
When I was just a little kid
You became my very best friend
Soon as I had done my chores
I'd beat a path from our house to yours

One Christmas we both asked for bikes
One in red, one blue and white
I'll never forget that magic morn'
My first ride from our house to yours

From our house to yours
Twenty-one mailboxes, twenty-one doors
For ten years or more
It was back and forth from our house to yours

One summer we both had a crush
On a boy who lived down the road from us
He liked me but he liked you more
I watched him go from our house to yours

I remember the day you turned thirteen
Thought you had grown too old for me
But I taught you make-up, you taught me boys
We burned up the phone lines from our house to yours

From our house to yours
Seven numbers, twenty-one doors
For ten years or more
I knew the way from our house to yours

I'll never forget that awful day
When the moving van took you away
I cried till my eyes were red and sore
Five hundred miles from our house to yours

It had been a while since you crossed my mind
Then a card in the mailbox at Christmas time
With an evergreen wreath on a red front door
Saying lots of love from our house to yours

From our house to yours
Too many years, too many doors
But for ten years or more
I knew the way from our house to yours
I knew the way from our house to yours

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Time To Be A Man - Lyrics - John Berry

Title: Time To Be A Man
Artist: John Berry
Composer(s): Gary Nicholson, John Edward Berry

Lyric:
I went to the reunion
Of the class of ?84
And I saw my old sweetheart
Who said she just divorced

We talked about the good days
And the life we once planed
And then they played a slow one
And she asked me to dance

Ten years ago I would not have left her alone
But I just told her about my family back home

When I was a child I played the games that children play
Now that I?ve become a man I put those things away
Time to take care of what?s at hand
Oooh, time to be a man

There?s one that calls me darlin?
And three that call me Dad
I know they?ll stand beside me
In good times and through bad

And knowin? that they need me
Gives me the strength I need
To stand up through the walk of life
And be all I can be

When I was a child I played the games that children play
But now that I?ve become a man I put those things away
Time to take care of what?s at hand
Oooh, time to be a man

When I was a child I played the games that children play
But now that I?ve become a man I put those things away
Time to take care of what?s at hand
Oooh, time to be a man
Oooh, time to be a man
Oooh, time to be a man

All right, come on
Yeah

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Let'S Get This Paper - Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

Title: Let'S Get This Paper
Album: Rich Boy
Artist: Rich Boy
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Maurece Richards

Lyric:
R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie
Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama

Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?

And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man paradise
Boy, better think twice that dope have you doin' life

They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

Yeah when you look at us, just think about it
We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few dollars
But our whole family tore up, nigga, you gettin' the money
For the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'
When it's all said and done, what do you own?

You don't own nothin', you don't own you
The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey
He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back
So when it's really all said and done
What did you do this for? What difference did you make?

You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
So how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school with

Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Well, them young niggas got pistol grips
They been about they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters, they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me

Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'

I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper

Yeah, surprise, niggas, hey, we behind that, nigga
Everybody tell me to get money
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga
I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke, nigga
'Cause that ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit

Y'all playin' right into these motherfuckers' hands
Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit, huh, nigga?
What yo' bank account say nigga? Oh, that's all?

They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
Nigga, this the battlefield, fake niggas scream, "Keep it real"
Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills

Hey nigga, time's harder, hey so we grind harder
We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' 'cross that border
Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs, they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday

I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin', Lord that you don't let me die this time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

Our Father who art in Heaven
Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin'
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
These niggas dumb

Yeah, nigga, they gave my brother ten years, nigga
What the fuck you 'posed to do with that, nigga?
They gave my uncle twenty years, nigga
Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, nigga

I can tell ya how I feel, nigga
To be on that motherfuckin' stand, nigga
Lookin' the motherfuckin' judge in they face, nigga
And he gon' tell you some stupid shit like life, nigga

They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation
Nigga 'cross the nation, nigga
Y'all niggas caught up in the motherfuckin' hype, nigga
Sellin' that white, nigga

I've been there, done that, nigga
Nigga, I'm from Mobile
Nigga, they call that bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga
You bring yo' black ass down, nigga
You ain't gon' make it, nigga

You guaranteed to go to motherfuckin' prison
Bein' black where I'm from, nigga
I come from the motherfuckin' impossible, nigga

Now y'all niggas gotta deal with me, nigga
I'm here, Zone 4, new motherfuckin' money, nigga
D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah

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Juanita - Lyrics - David Allan Coe

Title: Juanita
Artist: David Allan Coe
Composer(s): Fred Koller, Shel Silverstein

Lyric:
Well I'm finally gettin' used to the water
The way the tarantulas bite
Those federals didn't believe
I only came here to watch the bulls fight

Tell my mother, "I need a good lawyer"
Tell my father, "I'm getting a tan"
My sleepy siesta down south of the border
Is taking more time than I planned

Oh Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife

I got a big house in Milwaukee
With a color TV and a pool
A Naugahyde bar and a Cadillac car
Juanita they're waiting for you

Tie the burro up down in the courtyard
To keep the guard busy tonight
When you bring my dinner make sure the tortilla
Is filled with a gun or a knife

Hey Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife

Juanita you'll love Wisconsin
Wisconsin is gonna love you
Yes, all of Milwaukee speaks Spanish
Of course you're gonna wear American shoes

Lake Michigan tastes like tequila
Frijoles why they grow there on trees
You can say adios to the pigs and the goats
If you'll just do this one thing for me

But Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife

Juanita, I, I swear it was all a mistake
You see I was drowning out there in the ocean
And I saw this bale coming by man
So I grabbed it and I climbed up on top of it
And I found this stick and I rowed myself into shore

And when I got there
The border patrol was waiting for me
At the I didn't know what it was
I promise you if you'll just marry me
So I can become a citizen of Mexico

I'll take you to Milwaukee
You can meet all my friends
They got these big shiny motorcycles
And you can ride on the back of 'em with 'em

Really, Juanita would I lie to you?

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Ten Million Years - Lyrics - Your Body Above Me - Black Lab

Title: Ten Million Years
Album: Your Body Above Me
Artist: Black Lab
Composer(s): Paul Durham

Lyric:
It's such a simple thing, I never feel this way
I have nightmares, I have dreams of you gone
There is something in you I want today
So hide the bones away beneath the yellow lines

You're scared of what you lose
Or what you might gain this time
I love you more than I should

I would wrap my heart in bands of rosewood
I love you more than I should
I would stay beside you here ten million years

You see yourself in the mirror
You see yourself at night
You see yourself in the gutter
Baby you see yourself like a star shining bright

I love you more than I should
I would stay beside you here ten million years
Every minute, every hour
Every second you take me over

Every night of every day I wait, I take
I know I take but I love you more than I should
I would stay inside you here ten million years

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All Time Low - Lyrics - Ednaswap

Title: All Time Low
Artist: Ednaswap
Composer(s): Rusty S Anderson, Carla Azar, Paul Anthony Bushnell, Scott Michael Cutler, Anne Preven

Lyric:
You look so uneasy in that easy chair
Was it something I said to make you look so pale?
Next time I'll just scratch it out, the whole disease
But now that things are turning around, can I call you baby?

This will be something I'll remember for years now
These mental pictures are forever and ever
You look ten years older than you did yesterday

Was it something I did to make you look that way?
Well, I believe in letting off a little steam
But now that I'm the one on top, should I call you honey?

This will be something I'll remember for years now
These mental pictures are forever
This will be something I'll remember
This will be something I'll remember for years now

These mental pictures are forever and ever and ever
This will be something I'll remember for years now
I'm already feeling much better

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Z - Hova Song (Intro) - Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Hova Song (Intro)
Album: Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix, Shawn Carter, Malik Johnson, K Rob

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Lyric:
Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD
If you like me, you readin' the credits right now
If you in your car, I don't care if it's winter
I want you to put all your windows down

Zone out, buckle up, let's go
Hello it's Hova, that's right young'un, the wait is over
The new millennium is upon us, the album is here
Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear

Rappers with no relation
There's 'Seven Degrees of Separation' and I'm Kevin Bacon
This is the murderer's version
Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person

Hova the God, I should be rappin' with the turban
Haters can't disturb him, waiters can't serve him
Mike Jordan of rap, outside J workin'
Now watch how quickly I drop 50

I don't like playin', niggaz can't stick me
Niggaz cannot jam me, niggaz can't get me
Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me
I consistently take 'em out the park like Ken Griffey

Do you believe? It's Hova the God
Makes you think about the people in your life
Then I think about BIG, what'd he say if he was here
He'd say, "Jay, what's it about? What's life about?

If you don't go through as a man's a man"
He'd say, "Suck it up, take the fall, do the time
That's what makes you who you are, makes you what you are"
How many years you been around this thing of ours?

Commission, 125 years
What's it about?
It's about rules, parameters
You take the beatin' for the friend you don't lay down

You don't betray who you are, what you are
You gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, Emory
They don't roar, they don't rap
You know why? That's the rules, you don't break them

You was born to be somethin', I wasn't even supposed to be humble
Okay, so you humble me now, what you got?
You got a war, you got global war
You got a worldwide crime syndicate now

There's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelings
There's no feelings for this game
So five, ten years from now
You're gonna wish there was an American Commission

Five ten years from now
They're gonna miss Jay-Z
Okay, I'm reloaded

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