The Other Side Of Summer - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: The Other Side Of Summer
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Macmanus

Lyric:
The sun struggles up another beautiful day
And I felt glad in my own suspicious way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Despite the contradiction and confusion
Felt tragic without reason
There's malice and there's magic in every season

From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf
The other side of summer
To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf
The other side of summer

The automatic gates close up between the shanties and the palace
The blowtorch amusements, the voodoo chalice
The pale pathetic promises that everybody swallows
The teenage girl is crying 'cos she don't look like a million dollars
So help her if you can
'Cos she don't seem to have the attention span

From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf
The other side of summer
To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf
The other side of summer

Was it a millionaire who said, "Imagine no possessions"?
A poor little schoolboy who said, "We don't need no lessons"?
The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop
The pop princess is downtown shooting up
And if that goddess is fit for burning
The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning

Madman standing by the side of the road saying
"Look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now you can't afford to fake
All the drugs your parents used to take
Because of their mistakes you'd better be wide awake

From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf
The other side of summer
To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf
The other side of summer

The mightiest rose, the absence of perfume
The casual killers, the military curfew
The cardboard city and the unwanted birthday
The other side of summer

The dancing was desperate, the music was worse
They bury your dreams and dig up the worthless
Goodnight, God bless and kiss "Goodbye" to the earth
The other side of summer, the other side of summer
The other side of summer, the other side of summer
The other side of summer, the other side of summer
The other side, other side, other side, other

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Move To The Other Side Of The Block - Lyrics - The Rocket Summer

Title: Move To The Other Side Of The Block
Artist: The Rocket Summer
Composer(s): Stephen Bryce Avary

Lyric:
So we try and try all of our life
Working with such pride
Making cash just to survive

As we race and grade
And judge away other folks mistakes
Makes us good to feel that way

And don't you know, it never stops
Try to please the world to beat the ticking clocks
But I, I'm not letting it happen this time

No no, because, if you do not bail and you should bail
If this is a cure when I'm in this jail
But I, I'm not letting it happen this time

So I'll move to the other side of the block
So we won't ever have to stop
Making the rounds having the
Laughs singing the sounds of the laughs

And on the other side
Of the clock the power switch will be turned off
And all will be well and time will stand still
And I will be locked out from my jail

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The Other Side - Lyrics - Jamie Walters

Title: The Other Side
Artist: Jamie Walters
Composer(s): Kevin Savigar, Jamie Walters

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Lyric:
Sugar cane blows in the breeze
Brings back those memories
Of fireflies and the 4th of July with you

And maybe it's not the time
And maybe it's not the place
Sweet days turn into nights with you

Tonight when the stars are in your eyes
And your dreams become your life
Maybe someday somewhere I will find you
And take you for a ride to the other side, the other side

At sundown we look to the sky
Holding hands as the rockets fly high
These are the pirates of my days with you

And lately I can't recall
Where the summer slept and gave to the fall
All these memories that I shared with you

Tonight when the stars are in your eyes
And your dreams become your life
Maybe someday somewhere I will find you
And take you for a ride to the other side, the other side

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Boys On The Radio - Lyrics - Celebrity Skin - Hole

Title: Boys On The Radio
Album: Celebrity Skin
Artist: Hole
Composer(s): Melissa Auf Der Maur, Eric Erlandson, Courtney Love

Lyric:
Do what you want
'Cause I'll do anything and I'll take the blame
What's mine is yours
You can have all of it and I learn to beg

Oh, the boys on the radio
They crash and burn they fold and fade so slow
In your endless summer night, I'll be on the other side
When you're beautiful and dying, all the world that you've denied
When the water is too deep
You can close your eyes and really sleep tonight, tonight

I want what's yours
Oh, I'd give anything and I'll take the pain
I wait alone for what will never come
And I throw it all away

Oh, the boys on the radio
They crash and burn, they fold and fade so slow
In your endless summer night, I'll be on the other side
When you're beautiful and dying, all the world that you've denied
When the water is too deep
You can close your eyes and really sleep tonight
Your beauty blinds

If I let you in under my skin and risen every angel slain
He said he'd never, ever, ever go
[Incomprehensible] know
Never ever, ever go away
Baby, I've gone away

In your endless summer night, I'll be on the other side
When you're beautiful and dying, all the world that you've denied
When the water is too deep
You can close your eyes and really sleep tonight
Your beauty blinds

I know where are running to, please come back
Oh, come back again
I hear the truth, it's coming from you
Oh, come back, won't you come back again?

In your endless summer night, I'll be on the other side
When the water is too deep I will ease your suffering
When the glitter fades in morning
Turn away and you will find my empty eyes
Your beauty blinds

I know that you are rotten to the core
I know that you don't love me anymore
I know that you are rotten to the core

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Never Thought - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Never Thought
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Kendred T Smith, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo

Lyric:
(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in its eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)

What the fuck is ya hobby mami highway robbery
'Cuz you got enough jewelry on ya body to buy a Ferrari
I'm like Ruben I'm sorry but I don't studder
Matter fact call me Frank Love 'cuz I'd love to fuck ya

She said slow baby don't rush
I promise if you be patient I'll let you tear it up
And nigga sho nuff
We decided to keep in touch with each other, you feel me?
I didn't know we'd be touchin'

I'm serious, and I'm so sincere
My object is to stay in the clear
'Cuz we find fuck and flee these broads 'round here
I done made so many women shed so many tears

Sittin' home all alone gettin' drunk off of shots of Patron
Decided to call let her feelings be known
In a slurred tone, she said I always get what I want
And what I want is you, but I don't get it 'cuz

(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in it's eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)
Why, who would've thought?

Girl our, situation is gettin' a little out of my hands
You callin' me constant tellin' bitches that I'm ya man
I thought we was just friends, conversatin'
Gettin' to know one another on a friendly basis

Let's face it, we from two different worlds that don't collide
But when they do the crash is more like a biz-omb
Your favorite seasons Bigati and mines is summer
You use credit I rubber band wrap my hundreds

What we got in common is minimal right next to nothin'
And I think that's what's subliminally keepin' you comin'
Back to the one you been fuckin' but never thought you'd be fuckin'
How often do you think about the awkwardness of it?

I know you love it to say the least
And I ain't just sayin' that contrary to some beliefs opposites attract
And my track record is somethin' to be expected
Money cash hoes you know how it goes

(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in it's eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)

Who would have thought that somethin' so simple
Would turn out to be detriminal
Now I'm feelin' like I'm caught in the middle
Of this love triangle between she, me and reality

Reality is tellin' us that we could never be
'Cuz I come from the streets and you come from a rich family
But I don't think that your family would understand me
It's just them little things you overlook when you around me

Drugs guns bitches and needless to say
You're a pimp in your own way, baby
You're makin' it hard for me to look in your eyes
And tell you to move on, I'm gone, I'm gone

But then I'm back again
Money and good pussy's a fatal attraction for men
She hits me every night quarter past ten
And with every call her voice got a little more intense
Now we involved and it really don't make no sense
So be careful what you ask for you just might get it biatch!

(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's makin' it worse
(Why me? Why me?)
Why me?

(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in its eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothin' but lies
(Why me? Why me?)
Why, who would've thought?
(I never thought)
(I never thought)

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A Night This Side Of Dying - Lyrics - Carole King

Title: A Night This Side Of Dying
Artist: Carole King
Composer(s): David Palmer, Carole King

Lyric:
I remember one young sister with rainbows in her eyes
Standing on the corner with the afternoon's supply
She spoke of other places, perhaps a better road
Then she asked if I could tell her where they kept the mother lode

Like a night this side of dying
Her days inside the dropper on the shelf
When she hears her lifeline crying
Not a thing you say can stop her
When she just can't stop herself

I remember that July, the panic and the heat
The savage shine of summer, the strychnine in the street
The way thay sold each other for a favor in glassine
The best of friends sold brothers for a dime of quinine dreams

Like a night this side of dying
Her day's inside the dropper on the shelf
Like the shelter she's been buying
Not a thing I've got can save her
When she just can't save herself
She just can't save herself

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Why You Hate The Game - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: Why You Hate The Game
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Paul Ambrosius, Marsha Ambrosius, Norbert Sloley, Nasir Jones, J Smith, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
I'm, I'm with you
I'm, I'm with you

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?

Y'all know what it is
The streets named me Illmatic
But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters

Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
***, my anthology on perfection
Dress superb, admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up

Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy
Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby
And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle
Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle

Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin'
Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion
Green fatigues on, my ***, I'll bleed for 'em
I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it

And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich
And still I wanna board 'em
Wonderin' if they sink quick
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge
And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
I don't talk about my *** I Just Blaze
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin'
While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin'
To every *** listenin', I was supposed to be
Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin'

And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole
And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample
Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head
My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo

Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle
I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game
*** Wit a Attitude from the cloth, I came
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain

Keep the crown, clown, I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my *** at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it
Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

Check it, me and Nasty *** it's a classic, trust me
How he gon' pass the *** to them *** that don't love me
I'm talkin' *** that never wanted to see me on top
Same *** that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop

Flop, I think not, I *** you rap *** like virgins
Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains
I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers
The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career

The endin' of yours, the endin' of his
Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz
*** it's Game time, that was Dre's favorite line
Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines

And I still think about my *** from time to time
Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind
But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac
And we just eatin' off rap, one love

To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain

So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
Oh, this time, I do it better just because

It ain't over, ladies and gentleman
I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze
I got a couple people in the house with me
Usually we do this at the beginning
But we gon' do it at the end this time

I wanna take you to church real quick
So I'ma need some help, I need some people up
I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me
The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry
Ah, yeah there we go

The sun is shinin' down on us right now
We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too
So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along
Catch a lil' Holy Ghost

And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin'
By the end of this record, He gon' change all that
Ayo, Lorenz, you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks
Alright everybody, please join in

Your life ain't good, you can get it right
Take this opportunity to do so
And I'ma let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go

And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you

I wanna thank everybody for comin' out
God bless, one love, good night
Or good day if you on the other side of the globe
Yo, Just, we on the move with this ***, 'Doctor's Advocate'
See you on the third album, hate it or love it

And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
...

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Everything I Love - Lyrics - Press Play - Diddy

Title: Everything I Love
Album: Press Play
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Leroy V Watson, Nasir Jones, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
The world at my sneakers
Gold pieces molded with Jesus features
Give streets the fever
From the way I spit the Ether

Came on the scene at 19, a gritty fiefa
For money, power, respect, get it by any means
A New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper
Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustle

I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher
I got you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project

Now I'm the illest known to walk like the illest soldier
And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja
You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobra
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with Oprah

Nigga, what?
From my voice I'm killin' 'em
I shed my blood
About everything I love

Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker
Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer
Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster
Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha

I call it rich ignorant laughter
Black American Express card all gray now
It's scratched up from constant usage
Girl kidnapper, pop tags off tags

Poppa makin' monster music
And still I Cosa Nostra
Big roaster, skin cola
Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha?

I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture
Breeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible]
Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly off in a Boeing
Slide off with your ho and spend six figures on her

My persona, Sean John, unforgivable cologne
Coppin' the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

Nigga, what?
From my voice I'm killin' 'em
I shed my blood
About everything I love

The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own life biographer
Pants saggin', Bentley whippin', Summer Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, then I spray choppers

A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me
Draped in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam Stacey
Cigar like Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed, that was part of my '80s

The Cartier conciergeries be near me
Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor tried to juxt me
'Coz I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby

When he gets mean
Think fast before I blast hoes Like Grassino
Went from scraggly old clothes
To the illest fashion and realest rappin'

Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up with green
Strictly paper cruisin' through the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all used to hate us
But now you love us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

Nigga, what?
From my voice I'm killin' 'em
I shed my blood
About everything I love

It's on everything I love, man
It's on everything I love
It's on everything I love, man

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Summer Wit Miami - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: Summer Wit Miami
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Christopher H. Jasper, David Stokes, O'Kelly Isley, Stephen Hacker, Jim Jones, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Tremaine Neverson, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
They say rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch

She's something like the seasons
Just like mother nature
She come and go as she please
That's why they get their period once a month

I say that to say this, if you think that bitch
Summer is yours, she could be cheating on you
Ya heard?

Uh, just got me feeling like opium
I'm tryna dance with the loaded M
Open up a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.

And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm bent
I lost count, who knows what I spent

I recall nine cleavage
Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers
One hand in the sky, the other hand was on her thigh
I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side

Now G's only as we speed to the Rolex
And three or four G's is what we sneeze at the Rolex
Play some out your part, it's about 6 a.m.
You think the night is over but it just began

They say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2
You can see the snow bunnies do what bad girls do
And that's ecstasy, weed that had girl too
Scoop the bitch that had key's to some fast old blue

Now, I'm speeding to the telly, I got the Porsche behind
Trying to get in her belly the only thought on my mind
Like damn, I'm not trying to be pushy or nothing but
Since the strip joint girl, I should have been fucking

I shoulda lil' mama, listen
Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
When we smoking on the top notch dro
Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair
Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami

I can't keep it 'lone anymore
I'll be with my girl, when it starts to snow, I get bored
And when you love three women
It's hard keeping up with lies

See, spring's my first love, I started creeping with July
Used to say I had some shows
Catching planes to M I
Then I started tricking dough, I brought the range for July

Mama said, I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie
I seen her when I told Nas I slapped her with coffy
We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met
Summer jam O 2, I hit the stage with my set

But her man, he was from Brooklyn
She still slipped me the number
She said, he's on vacation, so, get with me this summer
Then I been flirting wit her for about the past two years

So now, she hates seeing me in the winter
Ain't gonna last through the year
So now, I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure
And when June come, I'll be gone till September

Now, would you hate me for that?
I know your heart's cold, could you wait till I'm back?
I'm just a sucker for love
But a nigga hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug

Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
When we smoking on the top notch dro
Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair
Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami

Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
When we smoking on the top notch dro
Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair

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Z - Where I'M From - Lyrics - Vol. 1: In My Lifetime - Jay

Title: Z - Where I'M From
Album: Vol. 1: In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): N Whitfield, D Angelettie, Shawn Carter, R Lawrence

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Lyric:
Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How real is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, inspect this here, check

I'm from where the hammer's rung, news cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt there more something and you nothing check

I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up the town and then sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought those niggas is foul just like us

I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, so everything you said you'd do
You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it

I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best Mc's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars

Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy Son, just thought I'd remind y'all

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to God so long that they atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
'Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday

I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the liquor store's and the base well
And government, fuck government, niggas polotic themselves

Where we call the cops the a-team
'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies

So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, God strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know

One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap Lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes, and the drug Lords meet

We make the million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat

Whether your four-feet or minute size
It always starts out with three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
Then I reached down for their money, pa forget about this

This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, that's how they fool thugs
Before you know it you're lying in a pool of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice

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Here Come The '90s - Lyrics - Men Without Hats

Title: Here Come The '90s
Artist: Men Without Hats
Composer(s): Stefan Doroschuk, Ivan Doroschuk

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Lyric:
Talk about the world
I see it everyday
Talk about your heart
And things we have to say

I can here the whales
Whisper in trees
I can hear their hearts
Calling out to me

I can hear the waves
Breaking through your heart
I can hear your voice
Calling from the start

I can feel the wheels
Turning up ahead
I can see your voice
Telling me what's there

And the river's not too wide
Heavy dreaming on the other side
In the summer we'll collide
As lovers

And talk without words
We do it all the time
And talking with your heart
Melting into mine

Talk about the boys
When you talk about the girls
I can hear their voice
Ripping 'round the world

And the river's not too wide
Heavy dreaming on the other side
In the summer we'll be fine like two lovers with a pair of eyes
In the summer we'll collide as lovers

Here come the '90s, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here come the '90s, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Here come the '90s, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here come the '90s, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here come the '90s, yeah, yeah, yeah

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, in the 21st century
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the 21st century
Yeah, yeah, yeah

In the 21st Century
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the 21st Century
Yeah, yeah, yeah

In the 21st Century
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the 21st Century
Yeah, yeah, yeah

In the 21st Century
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the 21st Century
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Sitting On Top Of The World - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: Sitting On Top Of The World
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Lonnie Carter, Walter Jacobs

Lyric:
Mississippi river, so big and wide
A blond haired woman on the other side

Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world

I worked all summer, spring and fall
A blond haired woman the cause of it all

Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world

I saw her in Dallas and El Paso
Said come back baby, I need you so

Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world

Mississippi river, so big and wide
A blond haired woman on the other side

Now she's gone, gone, gone and I don't worry
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world

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The Boys Are Back In Town - Lyrics - Other Side Of The Moon - Cardigans

Title: The Boys Are Back In Town
Album: Other Side Of The Moon
Artist: Cardigans
Composer(s): Phil Lynott

Lyric:
Guess who just got back today?
Those wild eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think those cats are great

They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
I told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy

The boys are back in town

You know the chick that used to dance a lot
Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got
Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steaming

That night over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her

Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drink will flow and blood will spill
If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
It won't be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again

The boys are back in town

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Woman'S Realm - Lyrics - Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Woman'S Realm
Album: Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard Colburn, Chris Geddes, Micheal Cooke, Sarah Martin, Stevie Jackson, Isobel Campbell, Stuart Murdoch

Lyric:
I don't care whether you hear this
I don't care if I'm alone here singing songs to myself
There's nobody else around, around
Meet you up at the Indian part of the town
The town's shut down, the people left with their bags
Their kids so there's not a sound a sound

But I must get from there to here
There's a small voice crying on the other side of the river from here
It's too late to phone her now
What went wrong, your grades were good
It would take a left wing Robin Hood to pay for school
Your dad's a boozer and you keep him alive

Just a minute close your eyes
If we settle for this compromise I'll stay with you
The river looks so good tonight
I don't know what's with your friend
She met a boy and at the summer's end
She said she'd had enough of playing games

I don't care cause I'm by myself
All the dancers left but I can't dance
So I will stay and clean the mess they left behind
But I dream as I set to scrub all the floors, the walls
I'm thinking of a song or two, a boy a girl a rendezvous

Are you coming or are you not?
There is nothing that would sort you out
There's nothing I could say or do
You're going to crash, I'll set the bails in front of you
Are you coming or are you not?
There is nothing that would sort you out
An interesting way of life
Deny yourself the benefits of being alive

You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station
With a torch and a Woman's Realm to keep you warm
To keep you company
You slept better in a sleeping train in a shed in a station
With a torch and a Woman's Realm to keep you company tonight

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Deep Enough To Dream - Lyrics - Chris Rice

Title: Deep Enough To Dream
Artist: Chris Rice
Composer(s): Chris Rice

Lyric:
Lazy summer afternoon
Screened-in porch and nothin' to do
I just kicked off my tennis shoes

Slouchin' in a plastic chair
Rakin' my fingers through my hair
I close my eyes and I leave 'em there
And I yawn, and sigh, and slowly fade away

Deep enough to dream in brilliant
Colors I have never seen
Deep enough to join a billion
People for a wedding feast

Deep enough to reach out and touch
The face of the one who made me
Oh, the love I feel, and oh the peace
Do I ever have to wake up

Awakened by a familiar sound
A clumsy fly is buzzin' around
He bumps the screen and he tumbles down

He gathers about his wits and pride
And tries again for the hundredth time
'Cause freedom calls from the other side
And I smile and nod, and slowly drift away

Deep enough to dream in brilliant
Colors I have never seen
Deep enough to join a billion
People for a wedding feast

Deep enough to reach out and touch
The face of the one who made me
Oh, the love I feel, and oh the peace
Do I ever have to wake up

'Cause peace is pouring over my soul
See the lambs and the lions playin'
I join in and I drink the music
Holiness is the air I'm breathin'

My faithful heroes break the bread
And answer all of my questions
Not to mention what the streets are made of
My heart's held hostage by this love

Colors I have never seen
Deep enough to join a billion
People for a wedding feast
Deep enough to reach out and touch
The face of the one who made me

Deep enough to dream in brilliant
Colors I have never seen
Deep enough to join a billion
People for a wedding feast

Deep enough to reach out and touch
The face of the one who made me
Oh, the love I feel and oh the peace
Do I ever have to wake up, do I ever have to wake up
Do I really have to wake up now

Deep enough to dream in brilliant colors

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The Traitor - Lyrics - Recent Songs - Leonard Cohen

Title: The Traitor
Album: Recent Songs
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
Now the swan it floated on the English river
Ah, the rose of high romance, it opened wide
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
And the judges watched us from the other side

I told my mother, "Mother, I must leave you
Preserve my room but do not shed a tear
Should rumor of a shabby ending reach you
It was half my fault and half the atmosphere"

But the rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
And the swan I tempted with a sense of shame
She said at last I was her finest lover
And if she withered I would be to blame

The judges said, "You missed it by a fraction
Rise up and brace your troops for the attack"
Ah, the dreamers ride against the men of action
Oh, see the men of action falling back

But I lingered on her thighs, a fatal moment
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
My falsity had stung me like a hornet
The poison sank and it paralyzed my will

I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
That they had been deserted from above
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
I'm listed with the enemies of love

And long ago she said, "I must be leaving
Ah, but keep my body here to lie upon
You can move it up and down and when I'm sleeping
Run some wire through that rose and wind the swan"

So daily I renew my idle duty
I touch her here and there, I know my place
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
And people call me traitor to my face

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Heat - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: Heat
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Tom Jr Coster, Mike Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Andre Young

Lyric:
{Aye you want some of this shit
Naw, I don't want that shit
I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit
And I'm fin'nin' to buss a cap in a nigga
Man shut the fuck up}

{Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there
That's the nigga crib when he come out
You gotta tighten his ass up
I?m a get in the other car, aight}

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin'
Hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

Keep thinkin' I'm candy till ya fuckin' skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin?, "Lord, Jesus help me" ?cuz they ass leakin'
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya ill handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
?Cause we gon? reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe ?cause you moved out the hood
?Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good

If you was smart you'd be shook of me
?Cuz I'd get tired of lookin' for ya
Spray ya momma crib
And let ya ass look for me

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks

I got my back against the wind
I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today
I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin?nin? to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin' hurt when it rains

Oh you a pro at playin? battleship well this ain't the same
Lil' homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin? chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin' out they brains

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

After the fist fights, it's gunfire boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot, I suggest you don't go testin' me
All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessin' me
Fin?nin? to run rap 'cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
?Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin? Benz is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? vest is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

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The Inuit Promise - Lyrics - Downward Is Heavenward - Hum

Title: The Inuit Promise
Album: Downward Is Heavenward
Artist: Hum
Composer(s): Jeffery Dimpsey, Tim Lash, Bryan St. Pere, Matt Talbott

Lyric:
I took a worn out strand of your cellophane hair
And stretched it sideways
And oh my, my, slip though
Between the seam with me

My brain stopped working from the cold
I sort of strayed from what we know

So I'll be like you and do what's right
And win a love I don't deserve out on the ice tonight
Teach me the bluest song you know
The moon ain't comin' up
And I swear to God tonight it feels like snow

I'm glad we got your hands warm
So my arms can feel like trust again
I can promise true waves
When the summer comes

The world still fits the same form
We engraved when it all began
Maybe catch a new wave
Feels right, feels right

So we ride whales and drag race time
And I draw fires from the traces of trilobite hives
You sleep like god inside her womb
And you see clearly to the silicon wasteland
They left inside my mind

I'm glad we got your hands warm
So my arms can feel like trust again
I can promise true waves when the summer comes
The world still fits the same form
We engraved when it all began
Maybe catch a new wave

We've lost the road now, injecting charms
And we care for all of ours
We stand in rows now
Transfer alarms just like the
Inuit with the promise song

To come down and see
To come down and see
To come down and see
To come down and see

(Your solvents frozen here)
On the petal rung is all we have to see
Enlarged inside as we espy the warming sea
(Your breath diffused and never realized)
Aside from where the panicked hide
And I just a subtle lift provider on the other side

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Soundtrack To A Generation - Lyrics - Human League

Title: Soundtrack To A Generation
Artist: Human League
Composer(s): Philip Oakey, Neil John Sutton

Lyric:
The smell of trees can only be that way
On a sunny day, floating through the open window
To the cool inside where we lay side by side

How can anything we feel ever mean so much
As a summer love?
How can anything we need ever get in touch
With the meaning of

A whole life waiting, wishing suddenly
That it's going to be the real thing
Or separating, try your luck again
It's just part of the adventure

Holy cow, you do it to me now
The soundtrack to a generation
Oh wow, you're getting to me now
The soundtrack to a generation

Another tune before the light has gone
And we'll be on our way
The sounds and smells will always linger on
They're in my heart today

We feel so lucky then the world's a massive place
But we run into each other
Just one small happening an accident of fate
Or the work of co-conspirators?
But if we knew what could it do to help us now?

Holy cow, you do it to me now
The soundtrack to a generation
Anyhow, just give it to me now
The soundtrack to a generation

Oh wow, you really get me now
The soundtrack to a generation
Holy cow, you're getting to me now
The soundtrack to a generation

Years have gone on in between
But all I knew at seventeen is all I know now
Through times of joy and suffering
The music flavors everything that's all I know now

Holy cow, you do it to me now
The soundtrack to a generation
Oh wow, you really get me now
The soundtrack to a generation

Anyhow, just give it to me now
The soundtrack to a generation

Just give it, you're getting, you do it, you really got me now
The soundtrack to a generation
Just give it, you're getting, you do it, you really got me now
The soundtrack to a generation

Oh wow, you really get me now
The soundtrack to a generation

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