That'S What Keeps Her Getting By - Lyrics - Tracy Byrd

Title: That'S What Keeps Her Getting By
Artist: Tracy Byrd
Composer(s): Danny Wells, Shane Minor, Bobby Huff

Lyric:
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she don't pay 'em by the 15th
And it don't look like she's gonna be able

Two mouths to feed, two jobs barely get it done
A lot on her plate for a single mom of twenty-one
From the outside looking in you'd think her world would crumble
But she keeps finding that light at the end of the tunnel

But somehow she keeps gettin' by the only soft shoulder she knows
Is on some lonely road she's going down, she's going down
Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel
But she's not, no matter what she's gonna give her kids a better life
Than what she's got and that's what keeps her gettin' by

Friday noon, parent teacher day
It's Johnson elementary or half a shifts pay
But she wouldn't miss it for the world

She looks around at all the daddy's in the room
Wishing her kids had one of them too
This ain't how she planned it, her life's going ten different ways
It's off to little league and then to ballet

But somehow she keeps gettin' by the only soft shoulder she knows
Is on some lonely road she's going down, she's going down
And sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel
But she's not, no matter what she's gonna give her kids a better life
Than what she's got and that's what keeps her gettin' by

In every dark cloud, oh she, keeps finding that silver lining

Sometimes she feels like throwing in the towel
But she's not, no matter what she's gonna give her kids a better life
Than what she's got and that's what keeps her gettin' by
Yeah, that's what keeps her gettin' by

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Rain - Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 3 - Chamillionaire

Title: Rain
Album: Mixtape Messiah 3
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Billy Cook, Khari Brad Jordan, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
I was sitting back and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more you know
Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know
Seem like every time a nigga make one step man
Nigga take two steps back you feel me

They told me that pain was just in the frame, the irony of that
'Cause that was the slogan showing when they tried to see my tats
Never knew what was in the skin would finally be a fact
Feeling like mother nature's right behind me with a gat

Take that, the rain's loud on the window when it taps
To help with the time I thought that I could finally be relaxed
Tired of being po' yeah, trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires that be on flat

And that one tire left a sign of hope
That helps you to keep on grinding when you kinda broke
That helps you to keep composure up around your folk
That keeps from trying to wrap a rope around your throat

Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy but you don't wanna give Him trust
Mama telling you pay your tithes and you yell at her back for what

To the path took a ride fast to get some rims on his truck
I don't think that they'll miss ten percent of negative bucks
Put some Henny up in your cup your problems will start to drown
But soon as your buzz leaves then problems come back around damn

Keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

God knows, how I feel now
On the outside I'm smiling but inside a nigga know he hell bound
It's a dark road and I'm right here in the middle of it
Do I walk slow or if I run am I'm missing something

I took the time out to save a little bread
Now my eyes, got water in 'em
Why the fuck am I still standing here
Nobody love me I ain't happy here
My mama said, she can't handle him
But still, I'm looking at the bright side

But I view it through my other eye, 'cause it's a different color sky
Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that may never come
So do I try to stay alive or do I grab a gun

End it all, put a stop to the pain
That goes on in my head every time it rains
The Devil speaking so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit in demonic verses and every time I talk

I'm confused by my psychological set backs
In the storm watching out through the wet cracks
Looking for heaven off in all the wrong places
I've given up so all long faces, let it rain

Well keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

Your bills keep adding up to be alone you prefer
Bill collectors steady calling, starting to get on your nerves
Your rent due on the first but right now it's the third
Telling yourself it's gon' get better but ain't believing a word

Feel like it's hard to deal, tomorrow it's hard as steel
Not to mention the realest member of your family is getting ill
Tell me it isn't so, tell me it isn't real
In the mist of all the drama you take a lil' time to kneel

To deal you take a pill, just to deal with the drama
You thinking your life sinking and there isn't a plumber
They tell you what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
You'd have to be a Superman to lift as much as me partna

Could tell you stay strong
You're trying, but help is just what you doubting
'Cause the room is a monsoon, that's never gon' get to drying
The storm is moving on and you thinking these people lying
They saying they had it worse but how come they all keep on smiling

Well keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

Don't let stress take control, gonna be alright I know
I'ma make it through fa sho, fa sho yeah
Don't let stress take control, gonna be alright I know
I'ma make it through fa sho, fa sho yeah

Keep your head up
Is what they telling me what it better be
Sorry but the world keeps stressing me
Rain drops round up the memories

It's gonna be alright is what they telling me
Don't let the stress get the best of me
Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
Till my brain gets clouded by the memory

My memory, hey yeah
Stressing me, stressing me my memories
That's what they telling me
I'm trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me
By my memories, yeah, yeah

When it seems like nothing but dark clouds
Are raining in on your bright sunny day
Remember the sunlight always comes after the rain
You should be thankful everyday, should be a celebration, of life

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Hailie And Me - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Hailie And Me
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Yo, I can't sing but I feel like singing
I wanna fuckin' sing
'Cuz I'm happy, yeah, I'm happy
I got my baby back, yo, check it out

Somedays I sit staring out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break down and cry

Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh, so crazy
Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no

'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

My baby girl keeps getting' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes 'cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side

I act like shit, don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no

'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't

Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
That Imma pistol packin' drug addict, who bags on his mama
But I wanna to just take this time out to be perfectly honest
'Cuz there's a lot of shit I keep bottled, that hurts deep inside

Of my soul and just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breakin'
Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations?

Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, could have had someone else

But the years that I've wasted is nothing to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin', 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman

Man, I should have seen it coming, what I stick my penis up in?
Wouldn't have ripped the pre-nup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin'?
But fuck it, it is over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby, the only lady that I adore, Hailie

So sayonara, try tommorra, nice to know ya
Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get, the weight has been lifted

And now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
'Cuz my baby knows that her dad's a soldier
Nothing can take her from me

Told you I can't sing
Oh, well, I tried
Hailie, remember when I said
If you ever need anything

Daddy would be right there?
Guess what? Daddy's here
And I ain't going nowhere
Baby, I love you

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Hailie'S Song - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Hailie'S Song
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Yo, I can't sing but I feel like singing
I wanna fuckin' sing
'Cuz I'm happy, yeah, I'm happy
I got my baby back, yo, check it out

Somedays I sit staring out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break down and cry

Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh, so crazy
Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no

'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

My baby girl keeps getting' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes 'cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side

I act like shit, don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes, oh, no

'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
'Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me

Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mom didn't

Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
That Imma pistol packin' drug addict, who bags on his mama
But I wanna to just take this time out to be perfectly honest
'Cuz there's a lot of shit I keep bottled, that hurts deep inside

Of my soul and just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breakin'
Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations?

Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, could have had someone else

But the years that I've wasted is nothing to the tears that I've tasted
So here's what I'm facin', 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to people's backs, bent over backwards for this woman

Man, I should have seen it coming, what I stick my penis up in?
Wouldn't have ripped the pre-nup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin'?
But fuck it, it is over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby, the only lady that I adore, Hailie

So sayonara, try tommorra, nice to know ya
Our baby's traveled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get, the weight has been lifted

And now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
'Cuz my baby knows that her dad's a soldier
Nothing can take her from me

Told you I can't sing
Oh, well, I tried
Hailie, remember when I said
If you ever need anything

Daddy would be right there?
Guess what? Daddy's here
And I ain't going nowhere
Baby, I love you

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Pitch In On A Party - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Pitch In On A Party
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Momma I know you said you wanted
A record that you could listen to
With no cussing and shit
I tried but I still gotta do this

Jinga, jinga we've got the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first singer
It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyways
Rich, bald, bitch called and fly, anyways

You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down you and I niggas, don't try niggas

I changed my mind, I don't want your bitch
'Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich
You could keep her
I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper

You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper, so pass the reafer
And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches
But if you paid nigga, pat your pockets

And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Alright, somebody play the potato, let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again

Kicking niggas out, hand cuffing and stuffing
They banging Jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt
And won't pass the shit

Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of white star about to hide it

'Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets

And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Hey, baby, my girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches
Wanna come in here and play?

That's what my homie told and try to cop the Cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go?

Some of you niggas I swear
I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush, empty beer bottles in the brush
And my bitch acting like a lush

Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out

Move! Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
To the sounds, now some

Y'all done, fucked up, get out, get on
Speed up nigga, get up, take your weed on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm here for, K go

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

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