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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Thank God For The Radio - Lyrics - Who I Am - Alan Jackson

Title: Thank God For The Radio
Album: Who I Am
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): M Barnes, B Jones

Lyric:
On the wrong end of the highway
When a long night has no end
When there's no one there beside me
Till I hold you once again

Thank God for the radio
When I'm on the road
When I'm far from home
An' feelin' blue

Thank God for the radio
Playin' all night long
Playin' all the songs that mean so much
To me and you

There's a song, that we first danced to
And there's a song, they played the night we met
And there's a song, we first made love to
That's a song, I'll never forget

So, thank God for the radio
When I'm on the road
When I'm far from home
And feelin' blue

Thank God for the radio
Playin' all night long
Playin' all the songs that mean so much
To me and you

Thank God for the radio
When I'm on the road
When I'm far from home
And feelin' blue

Thank God for the radio
Playin' all night long
Playin' all the songs that mean so much
To me and you
Playin' all the songs that mean so much
To me and you
Thank God for the radio

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Boys For Life - Lyrics - Pandemonium! - B2k

Title: Boys For Life
Album: Pandemonium!
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, Jerome Jones, Omari Grandberry, J Houston, D Thornton

Lyric:
Yo, why y'all had to bring this up man?
I mean it ain?t like I forgot but
It?s like I wouldn't thinkin? about it man
But now that you wanna talk about it
You got me all watery in the eyes, you know
But ah, it?s all good
I wanna tell y'all three man
I love y'all like y'all love me
But if y'all know what we talkin? bout
Fizz holla at ya boy

For the first three years, we was on coat fax
No deals, no money but everybody had our back
We knew it would happen and that was for a fact
Until then we was watching Cosby?s in the laundry mat

Scoungin? up change for a meal at Pizza Guy
No ride to Roscoe's, we made our own sunrise
Gettin? sick off cheetoes, skittles and benekos
Mark yellin? 'cause we eat his last taqeto

Wishin? for a bank account with at least two zero?s
Playin? ball all day, sharin? one Gatorade
No dogs of our own so we walked Bear and Jane
Playin? B-B bridges hoppin? over gates just to go swimmin?

Yeah we was bad
Tryin' a holla at older women, huh man
Times was hard, you know we didn?t get to much
But we always had each other man that was enough

We've been through thick and thin but we still here
No matter what goes down we are still friends till the end
Ups and downs yeah, that's a hard knock life
Yeah it's ride or die 'cause we're boys for life
Ya heard

We've been through thick and thin but we still here
No matter what goes down we are still friends till the end
Ups and downs yeah, that's a hard knock life
Yeah it's ride or die 'cause we're boys for life
Ya heard

It?s gettin? hard now, what are we to do now?
Years is passin? it?s time to make moves now
We got our act together faced the bad weather
Told ourselves it was either now or never

So we grabbed our stuff and started shoppin? at lables
Performed demos and did whatever it takes, damn
Every label slammed the door in our face
But we kept our heads up until we found the right place
Ya know

We've been through thick and thin but we still here
No matter what goes down we are still friends till the end
Ups and downs yeah, that's a hard knock life
Yeah it's ride or die 'cause we're boys for life
Ya heard

We've been through thick and thin but we still here
No matter what goes down we are still friends till the end
Ups and downs yeah, that's a hard knock life
Yeah it's ride or die 'cause we're boys for life
Ya heard

We found a home it?s on we in the game now
Chris and Max done made this thing crack now
We workin' with Tommy and Polly and D.Mack now
Took us a while but we got a name now

A platinum album with doe up in the bank now
No more loungin? around, we businessmen now
Epic helped us and put us in the right gear
Video and radio thanks for the great year

I?m glad the time it took was a struggle
So that when this time came we?d be grateful and humble
We thank God for makin? all this happen for us
We thank all our fans for havin? love in us
So come on

We've been through thick and thin but we still here
No matter what goes down we are still friends till the end
Ups and downs yeah, that's a hard knock life
Yeah it's ride or die 'cause we're boys for life
Ya heard

We've been through thick and thin but we still here
No matter what goes down we are still friends till the end
Ups and downs yeah, that's a hard knock life
Yeah it's ride or die 'cause we're boys for life
Ya heard

I know that your watchin? over me
Thank God that you brought the joy to me
Now B2K has a story
I love y'all just like y'all love me

I know that your watchin? over me
Thank God that you brought the joy to me
Now B2K has a story
I love y'all just like y'all love me

I know that your watchin? over me
Thank God that you brought the joy to me
Now B2K has a story
I love y'all just like y'all love me

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Solitary One - Lyrics - Rick Springfield

Title: Solitary One
Artist: Rick Springfield
Composer(s): Rick Springfield

Lyric:
You know it gets too much
And sometimes she cries like a baby
But she's almost certain it'll pass
When she becomes a lady

But while she's still a young girl
Love is avoidin' her
And thank God for the radio
And the color TV, oh, oh, oh, oh

Heroes are hard to find in the cold world
But not in her mind
And she's talkin' to Jesus
During the radio station breaks

And she's on her knees, fallin' on her knees
Askin' how the world can be so cold to her
And she listens to the records, playin' on the radio
And she's fallin' in love with a singer

Now she's feelin' better and she's feelin' good
But she's coming down by the time the song is over
And she starts feelin' lonely
Feelin' she's the only ordinary solitary one
All alone the solitary one

Oh, hurryin' home, oh God, it's been one of those bad days
But with a flick of a switch and a twist of the dial
She gets love on the airwaves
And they send her favorite lovers to keep her satisfied
And she's talkin' to Jesus during the radio station breaks

And she's on her knees, fallin' on her knees
Askin' how the world can be so cold to her
And she listens to the records playin' on the radio
And she's fallin' in love with a singer, ooh

Now she's feelin' better 'cause she's feelin' good
But she's comin' down by the time the song is over
And she starts feelin' lonely
Feelin' she's the only ordinary solitary one
All alone solitary one

And she's on her knees, fallin' on her knees
Askin' how the world can be so cold to her
And she starts feelin' lonely
Feelin' she's the only ordinary solitary one
All alone the solitary one

All alone the solitary one
All alone the solitary one
All alone the solitary one

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Corn Fed - Lyrics - Shannon Brown

Title: Corn Fed
Artist: Shannon Brown
Composer(s): John Rich, Vicky Mcgehee, Shannon Brown

Lyric:
Corn fed

We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream
When the cars don't move when the light turns green
We don't lock our doors when we leave the house
There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out
That's the way we do it in our town, yeah

You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed

Ain't no burnin' flags on our Court House Square
You see Old Glory flyin' everywhere
There ain't no Valley joint with five-star atmosphere
Daddy's home grown beef's what's for dinner here
An' we wash it down with a tall, cold beer, yeah

You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed
Corn fed

Rooster crows, six a.m.
John Deere pulling that plow again
Spit on your face, hands in the dirt
Ain't nothin' better on God's great earth

You never hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up right
Livin' life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, thank you"

Green fields for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Well, I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred
Corn fed
Corn fed

Corn fed
Corn fed

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Jesus Walks (Remix) - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Jesus Walks (Remix)
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Miri Ben Ari, Curtis Lundy, C Smith, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Ready, huh
Yeah, um
Jesus, Jesus talk to me
Jesus, Jesus talk with me
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Come on
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way now the devil can?t break me down
Jesus walk with me)

Between the girls and the jewelry
The devil trying to lure me and view of me
(Jesus walks with me)
My pastor shaking his head
He ain?t sure of me

But surely
(Jesus walks with me)
Then he ask, do you say your prayers at least 2 a week?
I ain?t talking to God I know what I?ve been doing G
Do you know how I be embarrassed?
My prez sound like Ben Stiller on meet the Parents

And I ain?t good with that, give us our day
The slaves was trying to give us our free
I?m trying to give us, us pay
Now you know how them strippers was

We was all ghetto fabulous all at the rooms at the
Cyberus, from this Jacuzzi wild can you cleanse us?
Can you please unfog my Cardierre lenses?
God sends signs sometimes only in glimpses

For me I almost died falling asleep in them Benzes
Theirs something about this beat that get me tranquilized
And when I play it at my shows I feel sanctified
And He gives me direction when I can?t decide
He is alive, how can you tell me, He ain?t when I said

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way now the devil can?t break me down
(Jesus walks)
The only thing I pray is that my feet don?t fail me now
(Jesus walks)

And now I think there?s something
I can say now that will right my wrongs
(Jesus walks)
I finally talked to God and I ain?t afraid 'cause His love is so strong

Before you take me name, take my fame
Why you had to take my shame, take my flaws, take my blame
Feel my dirt, conceal my hurt, see my bruise
And this you walk in my shoes
You weren?t there when I was in deep thought

When I had two choice, kill him or either leave New York
But I?m a truth tellea and that?s why I say what I?m sayin'
And the only thing the radio playin' is 'cause you be payin'
It ain?t about who really hot no more

Beats would knock no more, so who cares who flop no more
I realize that most labels pay you for lies
And all that blood do is gain disguise
That you?re favorite artist shh

I know you hear that huh you wanna fear that what
Your worst dream is that you was gonna hear that
(Uh)
Con the rap slash John the Baptist
Prepare the way for what I came to say today

They deceived us, had us thinking Jesus really didn?t need us
When he loved up all you
He loved them boys in hallway up in Broadway
Even those who meet him for dope every 4 days

To the strippers in broad day up in Norway
To the Detroit player Gators in Moreys
With me it's not just bars and music I walk with God
I have the scares to prove it,ugh

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way now the devil can?t break me down
(Jesus walks)
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don?t fail me now
(Jesus walks)

Everybody out there just lift your hands right now and say this with me
Father I thank you, for forgiving me, for everything I ever done
For Jesus walking with me, for dying for me
Raising for me, and all my sins have been forgiven

I?m a changed man, I?m healed I?m delivered
I?m rich and It?s all because of Him, now
Walk with me, walk with me, wha, wha, walk with me, walk with me

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Jesus Walks - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Jesus Walks
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Miri Ben Ari, Curtis Lundy, C Smith, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Ready, huh
Yeah, um
Jesus, Jesus talk to me
Jesus, Jesus talk with me
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Come on
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way now the devil can?t break me down
Jesus walk with me)

Between the girls and the jewelry
The devil trying to lure me and view of me
(Jesus walks with me)
My pastor shaking his head
He ain?t sure of me

But surely
(Jesus walks with me)
Then he ask, do you say your prayers at least 2 a week?
I ain?t talking to God I know what I?ve been doing G
Do you know how I be embarrassed?
My prez sound like Ben Stiller on meet the Parents

And I ain?t good with that, give us our day
The slaves was trying to give us our free
I?m trying to give us, us pay
Now you know how them strippers was

We was all ghetto fabulous all at the rooms at the
Cyberus, from this Jacuzzi wild can you cleanse us?
Can you please unfog my Cardierre lenses?
God sends signs sometimes only in glimpses

For me I almost died falling asleep in them Benzes
Theirs something about this beat that get me tranquilized
And when I play it at my shows I feel sanctified
And He gives me direction when I can?t decide
He is alive, how can you tell me, He ain?t when I said

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way now the devil can?t break me down
(Jesus walks)
The only thing I pray is that my feet don?t fail me now
(Jesus walks)

And now I think there?s something
I can say now that will right my wrongs
(Jesus walks)
I finally talked to God and I ain?t afraid 'cause His love is so strong

Before you take me name, take my fame
Why you had to take my shame, take my flaws, take my blame
Feel my dirt, conceal my hurt, see my bruise
And this you walk in my shoes
You weren?t there when I was in deep thought

When I had two choice, kill him or either leave New York
But I?m a truth tellea and that?s why I say what I?m sayin'
And the only thing the radio playin' is 'cause you be payin'
It ain?t about who really hot no more

Beats would knock no more, so who cares who flop no more
I realize that most labels pay you for lies
And all that blood do is gain disguise
That you?re favorite artist shh

I know you hear that huh you wanna fear that what
Your worst dream is that you was gonna hear that
(Uh)
Con the rap slash John the Baptist
Prepare the way for what I came to say today

They deceived us, had us thinking Jesus really didn?t need us
When he loved up all you
He loved them boys in hallway up in Broadway
Even those who meet him for dope every 4 days

To the strippers in broad day up in Norway
To the Detroit player Gators in Moreys
With me it's not just bars and music I walk with God
I have the scares to prove it,ugh

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way now the devil can?t break me down
(Jesus walks)
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don?t fail me now
(Jesus walks)

Everybody out there just lift your hands right now and say this with me
Father I thank you, for forgiving me, for everything I ever done
For Jesus walking with me, for dying for me
Raising for me, and all my sins have been forgiven

I?m a changed man, I?m healed I?m delivered
I?m rich and It?s all because of Him, now
Walk with me, walk with me, wha, wha, walk with me, walk with me

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What Up - Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Title: What Up
Album: It Ain't Safe No More...
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): J Yancey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
"It's new!"
Yeah! yeah, Busta bust down, flipmode now
I know what you all feel like doin'
Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin' wall
It's cool, niggaz, we gets busy

For sure, spit rogue, get more 'bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga, quick, niggaz know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin' the four

Thick bitches in the spot, watch them strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin' a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank them for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin' down at the court
Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin' like we rich, and we holdin' the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York

All my people, get drunk, get high
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get live
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive
Make a million yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's with it
Once again you know we only come to get it

Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin' a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin' my clique
Truck packed full of niggaz with the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip

I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script
My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official like my name's on the back of your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
Name like the whole city now I'm changin' the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin' the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth

Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Thinkin' and drinkin' the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
Flippin' and shittin' on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift
I do the thing to make you open your mouth
And give you shit to bang the midwest and the rest of the south

All my people, get drunk, get high
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get live
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive
Make a million yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's with it
Once again you know we only come to get it

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Just Like Daddy - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Just Like Daddy
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Rufus Lee Cooper, Tyrone Wrice, Yafeu A. Fula, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Outlawz, in this, no doubt
Death Row, Makaveli
You can call me daddy, uh
I'll be ya daddy, that's right, uh
Just like daddy, fo' the ladies

Come with me every time we ro'
Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why?
Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion
Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come on

Sunshine turns to rain
Baby, I can take away ya pain
If ya trust me, close ya eyes and feel the magic
Neva leave when ya need me
I'll do ya just like daddy

I mer her when she was younger, her daddy died when she was younger
Her moms let her do what she please, an' seen no one loved her
Her eyes shined of love, a diamond in the rough
The kind that you could love, not yet touch but so much, potential

Youngster, let me guide ya mental
And to a place, with a sourness of pain you'll never taste
By God's grace, you was born with that face
Nothin' but pure beauty, so for an eternity, I feel it's my duty

To be a souljah, yeah, baby, got plans to mold ya
In the coldest nights is when I hold ya
Like I'm supposed to, as we roll closer
I'll take yo' hand gladly, anything you need, ask me
Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

To aliviate the stress, spendin' time wit you, I feel blessed
When you gone, feel the pain so strong deep in my chest
When I got arrested, came so close to goin' to jail
Throwin' blows at the po, pos breakin' ya nails

Screamin' loud goin' all out, damn, I did
You stayed locked down at Mom's house, watchin' the kids
Through the whole bid in the V I, I see ya daily
While my fake homies try to fuck you, you run and tell me

That's why I stay committed, I thank God every time I hit it
Hopin' you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world, we untouchable
Screamin', like you dyin' every time I'm fuckin' you

Ya never had a father or a family but I'll be there
No need to fear so much insanity and through the years
I know ya gave me your heart, plus
When I'm dirt broke and fucked up, ya still love me

Come with me every time we ro'
Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why?
Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion
Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come on

Sunshine turns to rain
Baby, I can take away ya pain
If ya trust me, close ya eyes and feel the magic
Neva leave when ya need me
I'll do ya just like daddy

Boo, would ya die for me?
Down holdin' my pistol, gettin' high
With mean sounds tougher than bristles
But when you cry, I'll be ya tissue

Back in the county written letters, how I miss you
Givin' you credit, apologetic how I diss you
Kiss you for thinkin' like a mona and on a level
And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dialation

For a total twine ya, still, we right behind ya, true
Life just me and you, no tellin' what we could do
Gettin' high between the sheets, make the shit right here discrete
Puttin' Nike's on ya belly while we fuckin' on the beach

I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy

Shorty, I lend my hand out to help ya, lost soul lookin' for shelter
On a late night accept it, treat ya good, won't disrespect ya
My age is young, out of place, bitch, calling days is done
From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hun

Placed her under my wing, showed her how we swing
Now she rolling blunts for her king
One day labeled, thug misses, the essence of my ghetto sisters
Hugs and kisses, that's just for me to be a father figure

Just like daddy
(Come with me every time we ro')
Just like daddy
(Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why?)
Just like daddy, come on
(Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion)
(Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come on)

Just like daddy
(Sunshine turns to rain)
(Baby, I can take away ya pain)
Just like daddy
(If ya trust me)
Just like daddy, come on
(close ya eyes and feel the magic)
(Neva leave when ya need me)
(I'll do ya just like daddy)

Throw ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Throw ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Throw ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Throw ya hands up

Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Throw ya hands in the air, uh

Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Where my sistas?
Where my sistas at?
Throw ya hands in the air

Just like daddy
(Sunshine turns to rain)
(Baby, I can take away ya pain)
Just like daddy
(If ya trust me)
Just like daddy, come on
(close ya eyes and feel the magic)
(Neva leave when ya need me)
(I'll do ya just like daddy)

Just like daddy
(Come with me every time we ro')
Just like daddy
(Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why?)
Just like daddy, come on
(Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion)
(Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come on)

Outlawz in this mutha fucka, yes, No doubt
Die for Hussien, Makaveli, Napolean, ED, Kastro, Storm, yeah
No doubt, get yo money
Throw yo hands in the air
Yeah, just like daddy baby

Know you got somewhere to go tonight
'Cause you a thug nigga, thug nigga, the thug nigga
Come on, just like daddy
Outlawz baby, outlaws, outlaws outlaw, outlaw
Throw ya hands in the mutha fuckin' air

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I Cry - Lyrics - Trick Daddy

Title: I Cry
Artist: Trick Daddy
Composer(s): S Storch, M Valenzano, D Lyon, Maurice Young

Lyric:
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Thank You Lord, Lord, thank You Lord

No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
(That's right, y'all could stand up and rejoice now)
Lord I hope You're hearing me
(We about halfway through the road)
This goes out to the lonely streets
(We got about another hundred years to go)
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
(And God is good that's right God is good)
Lord I hope You're hearing me
(In fact God is not good sometimes)
This goes out to the lonely streets
(He's good all the time)
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

I got a letter from my nigga in prison
He said he shooked them and its
Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit
All he needed was a couple pictures

And a few dollars, that way he ain't have to worry
About borrowing from a nigga
Told me to check on his old girl
Make sure it's all good for her and the kids

But Hell I already did and then he asked me about his shorty
I hate he asked me about his shorty
'Cause its been some years since I saw him

Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror
And ever since the days he's been gone
She's kinda trapped in a storm

But he goes on and on about when he gets home
And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong
Put him right back where he started at
But he ain't snitched

So he feels that them niggaz in his click
They ought to pay for that
He did his time, day for day, without turning snake
'Cause real O G's don't even take please

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

See when I pray I pray for everybody
I pray to God bless America
That way these terrorist can't tear us up
But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things

And the bottom line is we gotta set examples for the kids
We first ought to teach them love 'cause these days
Us niggaz got too much hatred installed in us
The radio and TV they just can't get enough this great big old world
I guess it still just ain't big enough

But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa
The Lord ain't brought me that far just to drop me off here
Y'all keep arguing about religions
While y'all referring to y'all old books of the Bible
Y'all all out to miss the last bus to Heaven

See everybody gonna wait, ain't gonna be no fighting
No pushing, no cussing, nope not at the gate
'Cause everybody gonna meet there
And niggaz you ain't even like in your first life
They gonna walk by you and speak, so

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter
How hard I cry, how hard I cry
Oh no matter how hard I cry
Ooh yeah

Eve and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies
Invest some money stay together in Heaven
I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me
And it's gonna feel so good to seeing them together

So I'm sending my deepest condolences to those
Who lost family members to the hands of the men that befriend us
Y'all remember, we all in this together but who's ever ain't forgiving
Y'all gonna have Hell getting in Heaven

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter, no matter
How hard I cry, how hard I cry
Oh no matter how hard I cry
(Thank You Lord Lord thank You Lord)
Ooh yeah

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Superstar - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Superstar
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
You know people just don't, people just don't see how much work
Is really involved in this rap shit, I didn't know it, I didn't see it
I never saw it until I was actually in it
You really gotta be in it to understand what it's like

But you always gotta, people always gotta see you smile
You always gotta put on that fake, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like no matter what you just been through
See it's gotta be right

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up
Lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
To rock crowds, make money, chill wit' the honeys
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me

Shits funny, how impossible
Cream manifest in the games that be comin' with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears

And losin' some of your peers and losin' some of yourself
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac, don't know how to act

Shits deep, 48 tracks, studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal, Emcees wanna make a mill
But never will till he crosses over still feelin' no hate
But fantasies come wit' these just to sacrifice the taste of makin' cheese

You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play, trapped in what you rappin' about

Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change
No women and everybody shits on your name

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

To be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these white boys don't care about you
'Cuz the minute you fall off they'll find another Noreaga

And they'll find another Capone-N-Noreaga
And they'll find another B-Real
So you need to just keep
Stack your chips up

Do what you gotta do while your hot and motherfuckin' get out the game
Just do for the drug game is even worse because in a drug game
If somebody jerks you, you can shoot 'em and kill 'em
But in this game if somebody jerks you, you gotta be humble

No matter what you just been through, shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people, you gotta be on the up and up
And everything's gotta be all good
When you see somebody slap hands with 'em

You know what I'm sayin' give 'em a pound or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

To be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me, I'm chillin' in a hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm wit' my homies but sometimes
I wish I was back home but only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me no love

The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie and the press say that
My own people disowned me

And the best way back is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honeys at the palladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on and so on and go on and fall off

The hoes fall off to the next rap superstar
Wit' no shame give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started gettin' ignored

I warned him, assured him this ain't easy take it from Weezy
Sleazy people wanna be cheesy, they talkin' evil

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

Assassin
Assassin

To be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Superstar(Rock) - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Superstar(Rock)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
You know people just don't, people just don't see how much work
Is really involved in this rap shit, I didn't know it, I didn't see it
I never saw it until I was actually in it
You really gotta be in it to understand what it's like

But you always gotta, people always gotta see you smile
You always gotta put on that fake, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like no matter what you just been through
See it's gotta be right

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up
Lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
To rock crowds, make money, chill wit' the honeys
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me

Shits funny, how impossible
Cream manifest in the games that be comin' with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears

And losin' some of your peers and losin' some of yourself
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac, don't know how to act

Shits deep, 48 tracks, studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal, Emcees wanna make a mill
But never will till he crosses over still feelin' no hate
But fantasies come wit' these just to sacrifice the taste of makin' cheese

You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play, trapped in what you rappin' about

Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change
No women and everybody shits on your name

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

To be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these white boys don't care about you
'Cuz the minute you fall off they'll find another Noreaga

And they'll find another Capone-N-Noreaga
And they'll find another B-Real
So you need to just keep
Stack your chips up

Do what you gotta do while your hot and motherfuckin' get out the game
Just do for the drug game is even worse because in a drug game
If somebody jerks you, you can shoot 'em and kill 'em
But in this game if somebody jerks you, you gotta be humble

No matter what you just been through, shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people, you gotta be on the up and up
And everything's gotta be all good
When you see somebody slap hands with 'em

You know what I'm sayin' give 'em a pound or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

To be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me, I'm chillin' in a hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm wit' my homies but sometimes
I wish I was back home but only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me no love

The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie and the press say that
My own people disowned me

And the best way back is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honeys at the palladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on and so on and go on and fall off

The hoes fall off to the next rap superstar
Wit' no shame give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started gettin' ignored

I warned him, assured him this ain't easy take it from Weezy
Sleazy people wanna be cheesy, they talkin' evil

So you wanna be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

Assassin
Assassin

To be a rap superstar and live large
A big house, 5 cars, the rent charged
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Champion Requiem - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Champion Requiem
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante T Smith, Charles M Njapa

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Lyric:
Bismillah Ir Rhman Ir Raheem
Peace, peace whats up y'all this is Mos Def
And this is a message to the people
If you see or hear goodness from me
Then that goodness is from The Creator
You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that
'Cause I'm not the architect of that I'm only the, the recipient
If you see weakness or shortcoming in me
It's from my own weakness or shortcoming
And I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for that
Thank you Brooklyn, Thank you World

Yeah, yeah there it is
Turn my voice up in the top a little bit
Feel good to be back
What's up Ochenta?
Yeah, yeah, ha

It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speaker box
Freaky radio
Everywhere on the dial
Tell you a little bit about me
For my hometown, break down a little history for you
Myrtle and Broadway, Roosevelt projects, Mossie projects
Listen

I stepped on the field from no league just home team
I Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rock
With the final seconds dwindling on the clock
Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin' shot

I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop
Then fled the arena before they called cops
Tell the players and the coach I wasn't tryin' to blow spot
But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch

I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around
Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about
You got work to do, I don't know if that work for you
But that's how Mos work it through

And my work is personal, I'm a workin' person
I put in work, I work with purpose
I get it there on the water, air, the surface
You feel the impact niggaz yeah it's workin'

Listen God did not make me a fearful person
The only fear I have is my failure to adhere His path
I would love it just to hear this back
On the ghetto streets where y'all at

On the ave's where the Jeep's go past
In the coupes where the seats go back
In the parties where it be so packed
And the atmosphere be so black

And them black things be so phat
If I could I would be so glad
But if not I won't be so mad
I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam

And even if you don't see it my fam
I believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessed
I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def

I'm rockin' the hard right, ground zero, to far left
I'm, well balanced with immense talents
Burn the script then flip it to keep myself challenged
And that's the mark of a true champ-ine
That's whether I'm in or outside the ring

No fights, no title, no crown or reign
Feel my presence even when I'm up out this thing
Just trust, that's what I'm about to be
But until then settle in and rock with me

Ha, that's what it's about to be
Ghetto people look alive with me
And say, we 'gon, stop by
Then we just keep movin' on

Ghetto people, look alive and
Feel free, we just keep movin' on
For Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master Jay
All the great hero's who have passed away

Scott Laraque, Big and Pac, Feaky Tai, Big L
All the soldiers locked down in the cell
Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail
To our loved ones, and deceased

Dyin' in the street, or quiet in their sleep
(B.I.G.)
Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory
(Sans Marie)
Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory
That's real

'Cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end
Because it must and when it does
I hope that y'all remember me
With true respect and ghetto love

Now raise it up 'cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end
Because it must, and when it does, I hope that y'all remember me
Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway, yeah, yeah y'all
Let me hear it back

Freaky radio
Ha
Freaky radio
Everywhere on the dial

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Rap Superstar - Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

Title: Rap Superstar
Album: Skull & Bones
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid
Growin' up, lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
To rock crowds make money chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me, shits funny

How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin' with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
And losin' some of your peers and losin' some of your self

Music has past gone by hopefully you don't manifest
For the wrong guy Egomaniac, in the Brainiac
Don't know how to act, shits deep
Forty eight tracks studio gangsta mack

Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will till he crosses over still
Feelin' no hate but fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin' cheese

You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play

Trapped in what you rappin' about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect
No change, no women, and everyone shits on your name

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

When you sign to a record label
You don't know just signed your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
'Cause the minute you fall off

They'll find another Noreaga
And they'll find another Capone 'n' Noreaga
And they'll find another B Real
So you need to just keep stack your chips up

Do what you gotta do while you hot?
And mafuckin' get out the game
This isn't the drug game
It's even worse

Because in the drug game
Because if someone jerks you
You can shoot 'em and kill 'em
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me
Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home

But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony

I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back

Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on

And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year

And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame started gettin' ignored

I warned him, assured him
This ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They're fuckin' evil

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Rock Superstar - Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore (Live) - Cypress Hill

Title: Rock Superstar
Album: Live At The Fillmore (Live)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Senen Reyes, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
So you wanna be a rock superstar and live large?
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Got to look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up
Lookin' in the mirror, dreamin' about blowin' up
The rock crowds, make money, chill with the honeys
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me

It's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it
Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood, sweat
And tears and losin' some of your peers

And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the Brainiac don't know how to act
Just deep 48 track

Studio gangsta mack sign the deal
Think he's gonna make a mil but never will
'Til he crosses over, still
Fillin' your head with fantasies, come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the G's

You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz
And take from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way

Feel trapped in, what you rappin' about?
Tell me what happened when you lost clout?
The route you took started collapsin'
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no women
And everybody on your name

So you wanna be a rock superstar and live large?
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Got to look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rock superstar and live large?
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Got to look over your shoulder constantly

You ever have big dreams of makin' big green?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
Be a star and never act friendly

You wanna have big fame
Let me explain what happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everythin' will be okay

Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never get fooled to the fullest
That's why fools end up dinin' on a bullet

Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you wanna roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with bein' a rock star

So you wanna be a rock superstar and live large?
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Got to look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rock superstar and live large?
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Got to look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in a hotel room, lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home

But only no radio or video's
Sonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie

And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honeys at the Palladium
Who just wanna swing on, cling on, suck on
Go on suck it, suck it some more

To the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started gettin' ignored

I warned him, assured him this ain't easy
Take it from the weazy
Sleazy people want to be so cheesy
They're so evil

So you wanna be a rock superstar and live large?
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Got to look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rock superstar and live large?
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Got to look over your shoulder constantly

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Painkillers - Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

Title: Painkillers
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Erik Schordy, Sebastian Barden

Lyric:
On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first
To welcome you to New York City
We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees

I've been up all night on the redeye flight
The dawn's early light, got the skyline bright
I'm in the back of a car service
My driver's kind of nervous

'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
You say, you know where you at
I say, I know where I am
And if you really want a tip then mister don't get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall, I see platinum and gold

And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up while I finish this L

Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford
Your usual room is ready and waiting
Let me take your luggage
If you need anything while you're staying just let me know
Good lookin' out

That's for you, I hop out my car, step into the lobby
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfuckin' robbery
The shit's in progress, I can feel the stress
I wanna silently to God how did I get in this mess?

They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said, ?I knew, I shouldn't of done it?

'Cause now they standin' over me, watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
There's a pain in my chest but yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out, I saw the EMS

The paramedics, they greet me with some anesthetics
They killin' my pain, they screamin' my name
Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister and my girl

I'm prayin' to God don't let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play hard

Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I have some bad news for you
What are you talkin' about?
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine
And damaged the cord
So what are you tryin' to tell me?
Well, it's safe to say, I don't think, you'll be jumpin' around anymore

Yo, this can't happen to me, I just can't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta take care of me

And people stare at me with pity in their eyes
And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
And every night I think, I might never rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin

Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brains
To free me from these chains
I'm trapped in this physical hell

To walk again, I just might sell my soul
And I'm only twenty somethin' years old

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Riding With Private Malone - Lyrics - David Ball

Title: Riding With Private Malone
Artist: David Ball
Composer(s): Wood Newton, Thom Edward Shepherd

Lyric:
I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds
When an ad that said, "Old Chevy" somehow caught my eye
The lady didn't know the year or even if it ran
But I had that thousand dollars in my hand

It was way back in the corner of this old ramshackle barn
With thirty years of dust and dirt on that green army tarp
When I pulled the cover off, it took away my breath
What she called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette

I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills
What a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel
I opened up the glove box and that's when I found the note
The date was nineteen-sixty six and this is what it wrote

He said, "My name is Private Andrew Malone
And if you're reading this, then I didn't make it home
But for every dream that shattered, another one comes true
This car was once a dream of mine, now it belongs to you
And though you may take her and make her your own
You'll always be riding with Private Malone"

Well it didn't take me long at all, I had her running good
I love to hear those horses thunder underneath her hood
I had her shining like a diamond and I'd put the rag top down
All the pretty girls would stop and stare as I drove her through town

The buttons on the radio didn't seem to work quite right
But it picked up that oldie show, especially late at night
I'd get the feeling sometimes, if I turned real quick I'd see
A soldier riding shotgun in the seat right next to me

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country and never made it home
But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true
This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new
He told me to take her and make her my own
And I was proud to be riding with Private Malone

One night it was raining hard, I took the curve too fast
I still don't remember much about that fiery crash
Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
They didn't get his name, but I know without a doubt

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country and never made it home
But for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true
This car was once a dream of his, back when it was new
I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along
Yeah that night I was riding with Private Malone
Oh, thank God, I was riding with Private Malone

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