This Friendly World - Lyrics - Fabian

Title: This Friendly World
Artist: Fabian
Composer(s): Johnny Warrington, Ken Darby

Lyric:
Hi, Michael
Hi, Andy, thanks for joining us
Do you wanna, you wanna sing a song together?
Sure! Is it a sweet song?
Yeah, it's real sweet
Okay

In this friendly, friendly world
With each day so full of joy
Why should any heart be lonely?

My turn!
In this friendly, friendly world
With each night so full of dreams
Why should any heart be afraid?

The world is such a wonderful place
To wander through
When you've got someone you love
To wander along with you

Okay, now take every second word!

With the sky so full of stars
And the river so full of song
Every heart should be so thankful
It's a friendly world! Don't you think so, Michael?
Yup!

Oh yeah! What's so friendly about it?
This is Tony Clifton and, and I demand a part in this song!
I'm just as big a part of the movie as these guys are!
And, and I will not sit back while some sought-after
Colonel Kurtz wanna-be, uh, uh has his day in the sun!
I think he's enough boring!
I think, um, uh-uh, Michael here should, uh sit this one out!
At least the next verse, or so!

Is that okay Michael?
Okay
I don't think you have a choice
Okay

The world is such a wonderful place
Ha! To wander a-through!
Ah, when you've got someone you luh-huv
Ah, to wander along, ah, with yooo-hooo!
Okay, you go

With the sky so full of stars
And the river so full of song
Welcome back, Andy
Every heart should be so thankful
Thankful for this friendly, friendly world
Thank you, Michael!
Thanks, Andy!

Thank you all for this friendly, friendly world!
Thanks for nothing! K, where's the girls?
They in a chopper?
The guy's got a chopper, right?

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I Love This Town - Lyrics - Lost Highway - Bon Jovi

Title: I Love This Town
Album: Lost Highway
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard S. Sambora, Billy Falcon

Lyric:
I always knew that I liked this place
You don't have to look too far to find a friendly face
And I feel alive when I'm walkin' on this street
I feel the heart of the city pounding underneath my feet

Yeah, let the world keep spinning 'round and 'round
This is where it all goes down, down, down
That's why I love this town
That's why I keep comin' 'round

Say hey
(Say hey)
Say yeah
(Say yeah)

You make me feel at home somehow right now
That's why I love this town

I got some good friends here, I might have broke a heart or two
It's gettin' loud over there, the boys must have had a few
And there's a cop on the corner, he knows everybody's name
Yeah, a kid with a dream, singin' boys to spare loose change

Yeah, let the world keep spinning 'round and 'round
This is where it all goes down, down, down
That's why I love this town
That's why I keep comin' 'round

Say hey
(Say hey)
Say yeah
(Say yeah)

You make me feel at home somehow right now
That's why I love this town

They're shoutin' from the rooftops, dancin' on the bars
Hangin' out the windows, drivin' in their baby's cars
You want it, you got it, you're ready, I'm on it
Come on now, here we go again

That's why I love this town
That's why I love this town

No matter where you're from, tonight you're from right here
This is where it all goes down, down, down
That's why I love this town

Say hey
(Say hey)
Say yeah
(Say yeah)
I love this town

Say hey
(Say hey)
Say yeah
(Say yeah)
I love this town

Say hey
(Say hey)
Say yeah
(Say yeah)
I love this town

Say hey
(Say hey)
Say yeah
(Say yeah)
I love this town

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He Said She Said - Lyrics - Bell X1

Title: He Said She Said
Artist: Bell X1
Composer(s): Brian Patrick Crosby, Paul Anthony Noonan, Dominic Michael Phillips, Dave Brian Geraghty

Lyric:
He said, she said
He said, she said
He said, she said
He said, she said

On the telephone
On the message board
On the toilet wall
Telemarket poll

By sign language
By a pigeon carriage
By pressing red
Fastest thumbs in the west

We're waiting for
Fun, friendship and maybe more
Fun, friendship and maybe more

He said, she said
He said, she said

We're waiting for
Fun, friendship and maybe more
Fun, friendship and maybe more

I am the man down
I'm gonna lose my leg
So just gimme the whiskey
And let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Yes, I covet my neighbor's wife
And yes, I covet my neighbor's goods
Don't get too close I might take a swipe
And friendly fire still burns

Friendly fire still burns
Friendly fire still burns
Friendly fire still burns
This friendly fire still burns

He said, she said
He said, she said

He said, she said
He said, she said

This is not a good time
How about the New World Wine
Or a set of shiny steak knives
29.95

I went for a video
I came back with a tan
I came back with a tan

Still they gazed and their wonder grew
In this world of it might just be you
And watch them slip on the hamster wheel
Tears give good TV

These tears give good TV
These tears give good TV
Tears give good TV
These tears give good TV

He said, she said
He said, she said
He said, she said
He said, she said

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The Clouding - Lyrics - Iced Earth

Title: The Clouding
Artist: Iced Earth
Composer(s): Jon Schaffer

Lyric:
As I awake I have no memory of this
Who I am, where I'm from, why do I exist?
This strange beauty surrounds me
But where I am confounds me

I see others who appear the same as me
A look of loss in their eyes, adrift aimlessly
What's the point? What does it all mean?
Who am I? Show me a purpose, please

Take this sense of wonder
Make it go away
Please, tell me I am not alone and lost here
That there is something that's made me feel this way

Take this sense of sadness
Make it go away
Please, give me something that's familiar
A friendly touch, a memorable embrace

I try to speak but empty eyes stare back at me
Twisted tongues segregate, factions are forming
I'll stay with those that resemble me
To survive this harsh reality

As the days pass most have gone their own way
Nomadic tribes discover life
On a world that feels so strange but still I want answers
What's the point? What does all this mean?

Take this sense of wonder
Make it go away
Please, tell me I am not alone and lost here
That there is something that's made me feel this way

Take this sense of sadness
Make it go away
Please, give me something that's familiar
A friendly touch, a memorable embrace

Lies, the human core is lies
We wiped their minds, cleaned the slate
The clouding did divide

Fate, we sealed human fate
Now they're ours throughout all time
To manipulate

Never trust in the motives of man
They failed to evolve in mother nature's plan
And though they seem safe in this early clouded state
The nature of their heresy has proven quite innate

Pain, mankind will know pain
For their crimes on our kind
They'll never be the same

Death, they will know death
Suffering for centuries
At war with every breath

Never trust in the motives of man
They failed to evolve in mother nature's plan
And though they seem safe in this early clouded state
The nature of their heresy has proven quite innate

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If I Had... - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: If I Had...
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Life by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you gotten past it
It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground

What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies with secret identities
And disguises to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always down

What is life?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins

Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel

Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off

I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a millionaire

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on while I'm on the John
If I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on

Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM
Tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum

Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs

Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
And I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of JLB saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

You know what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive
How am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see
You know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything

Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just fed up
That's my word

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I Wanna Die - Lyrics - Jolie Holland

Title: I Wanna Die
Artist: Jolie Holland
Composer(s): Jolie Holland

Lyric:
I wanna die, I wanna die
Down south Louisiana
And the gray evening sky

I wanna die
I don't care how, I'm getting out
Down south Louisiana
And the lonesome highway sound

Well, there's a Cajun lady
Down in New Orleans
There's a Cajun lady
And I saw her in my dream

Well, if I'd held her in my arms, girls
Oh, and if I'd held her in my arms
Our friendly love
Might have kept my heart from harm

But I'm out here on this road, girls
And I'm out here on the road
And I'm just a poor girl
And I ain't got a home

And I wanna die
I don't care how, I'm getting out
Down south Louisiana
And the lonesome highway sound

Oh, I ain't got a home, girls
And I ain't got a home
And it's through this world I ramble
And it's through this world I roam

Well, as through this world I ramble
And as through this world I roam
I'm just a poor girl
And I ain't got a home

And I wanna die, I wanna die
Down south Louisiana
And the gray evening sky

Well, I wanna die
I don't care how, I'm getting out
Down south Louisiana
And the lonesome highway sound

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Z - Lucky Me - Lyrics - Vol. 1: In My Lifetime - Jay

Title: Z - Lucky Me
Album: Vol. 1: In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Karen Anderson, Anthony Best, Shawn Carter, Steven Jordan

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Lyric:
How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?
There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong, nah mean?
How can a motherfucker go round and hate a nigga
He never even met that he don't even know and shit?
I think this rap shit is all beef

Y'all dont even know every day I'm livin' with stress
Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest
Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless
I'm on the dance floor, hot ass vest
You think I'm freakin' these chicks, right?
I'll try not to brush against they chest

You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped
Swear to everything when I leave this earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
You could try me fucker but when I squeeze it hurts, fine
We'll lose two lives, yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time don't let Ms. Carter grieve

At the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve
Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me
And I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged
Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God
And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars
Lucky me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

I hate all girls with ulterior motives
That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters
Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters
Hear the hate in my voice, right? I hate that you noticed
Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own
Hate a nigga, like that fagot, get your own

Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome
Knowing one day Im'a have to flip, c'mon
You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop
And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock
I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact
It ain't no turning back, bring it on

Hate the price of fame 'cause it cost too much
Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much?
Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us
Steady looking for flaws through us
Lucky me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived)
(I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly
But I know any type of success breeds envy
I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me
Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny
For Jesus is Heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive
Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up

And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife, I show it up
Dont grieve for me my art remains
like a dart from the speaker to your heart
Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal
Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life
Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife

Next time your thinking heist better be precise
'Cause I'm fully prepared, one of us is gon' leave here
I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow
My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo

You only know what you see
(I been told, since I was 4 years old, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived)
(I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

You only know what you see
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived
I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)
(You know?)

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

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Pointing Fingers - Lyrics - Harlem World

Title: Pointing Fingers
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): Stason Betha, Andre Hudson, Damon Blackmon, Piere Jones, Ameen Burns, Chauncey Hawkins, Michael Foster

Lyric:
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' with Stase, I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc

He tried to French kiss her yo, that's my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he threw the toast in my ear
I should have known he had people posted in here
So I waited till the coast was clear
And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
'Cos see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got to come by eight
But Hud don't never listen what I say
He always do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play

Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gonna' leave my big brother Mase and jell overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out
But messin' with Hud, we ain't even get to bail him out

I can't believe this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, three jars on my seat
I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states
I should have stayed, knowing Hud? He gonna' gas you to stay

I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' Buddha straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' with no weed we would have never got caught

Cardie, when you gonna' grow up? You need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cos your single was a donut
Baby Stase, need to learn to stay in the place
And Mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my face
And Loon, that's my man but he floss too much

He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much
And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too much
And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gonna' all get touched
Go against Harlem World and we gonna' toss you up

Hey yo, Meeno, hey yo, this is Cuda man
There go Loon tell him what you told him
You was gonna tell him when you see him

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man Loon
Went out like a straight buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight

But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he toss
Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, seen it all before
Sucka' for love, this is man for a whore
And until this day, still goin' to war

Hey yo, you just mad 'cos my chick drop dead
And you mad cos I went to Cancun got head
You fed, 'cos I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cos my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat fuck

Hope you get hit by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait till this album is wrapped up
I'm take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cos I know you don't like me
But just know you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out

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Im Back - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Im Back
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

I murder a rhyme one word at a time, you never
Heard of a mind as perverted as mine, you better
Get rid of that nine it ain't gonna help
What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit, I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail

I used to be my mommy's little Angel at twelve
At thirteen I was putting shells in the gage on the shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Till I cut a kitten's head off
And stuck it in this kid's mailbox
(Hey! mom! mom!)
I used to give a fuck, now I could give a fuck less

What do I think of sucess? It sucks too much press
And stress, too much zest, and breasts, too upset
It's just, too much mess, I guess
I must just blew up quick, yes
Grew up quick? No
Was raised right?
Whatever you say is wrong
Whatever I say is right

You think of my name now whenever you say "Hi"
Became a commodity because I'm W H I T E
'Cause MTV was so friendly to me
Can't wait 'till Kim sees me
Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what? My mouth isn't working?
You read this finger? Oh, it's upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back , I'm back

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

I take each individual degenerate, his head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe

My name is Slim Shady
I've been crazy way before radio didn't play me
The sensational
Back, it's the incredible
With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible
It's Ken Kaniff, on the internet
Tryin' to lure your kids, with him, into bed
It's a sick world we're livin' in these days

Slim, for pete's sake, put down Christopher Reeve's legs
Geez! you guys are so sensitive
Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it
Mind with no sense in it, fried, gets so frantic
'Cause eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smoke in 'em
With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out
All high and dosin' it
And that's where I get my name from
That's why they call me

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

I take seven kids from columbine and stand 'em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
A MAC-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mine
And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time
'Cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was
Over this whole Y2K thing, and by the way
N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think?
Lip-sync and buy a bigger size of ear rings?

That's why I tend to block out when I hear things
'Cause all these fans screamin' is making my ears ring
So I just throw up the middle finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor that I was stickin' it to Christina
'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this
Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother
I'd still fuck her with no rubber, and come inside her
And have a son and a new brother
At the same time, and just say that it ain't mine
What's my name?

I am
Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

Guess who's back?
Gue-gue-guess who's back?
Hi mom
Guess who's back?
Gue-gue-guess who's back?

D12
Dr Dre
Slim Shady
2001
I'm blew out from this blunt
Fuck

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War - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: War
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, huh
Yeah, that bounce we need ya know
Marcy, where we at, huh? Right here
Let me hear some new shit, yeah, niggaz
Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' these beats
Boy, let me hold it down though, yo

Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed
Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain
And I walk like, yeah, I need the cane
But dawg, that's the shorty, trust me I ain't playing
War, I'm ready for it to go there
Anybody that know me know I love when it go there

Dawg, and yeah, that's wassup
Four dimes, all mine nigga, that's wassup
Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out
You won't get me
'Cause the chain's like it's workin' out
But E's still wit' the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe

Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella Mayne
Top come off, top stay on, whatever
Got rid of the five
I don't like the leathers niggaz
Six is better, more room
And there's more wood to cover my interior

This is war, enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin' that money, we got more
We got more, nigga, this is war

This is war, enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin' that money, we got more
We got more, nigga, this is war

I warned her, man, should not fear, man
If you violate, man, then you die by hand
And it should be fine, behanded that man
That man I am and you don't understand
But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you been?
It's unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh

Niggaz is rappin' and clappin' I'm still laughin'
Sat back in my hood and tried to live average
But you still want me to bang at 'em
Stack lil' paper, send a lil' gang at 'em
But I see you wanna stop my chill

Trips to Oddy Earth, meetings wit' Mc Neil
Or round table meeting wit' Hov
You want me in the hood, still over that stove
Nigga, I got soldiers in droves
It ain't nothing to a boss, we'll go in your clothes, nigga

This is war, enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin' that money, we got more
We got more, nigga, this is war

This is not for children, not for lames
Only for real niggaz that can feel what I'm saying
If it's too blatant then it's not for you
You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you
So just quit you bitch, making me sick
You never pimped, you only friendly wit' chicks

And I've been away for a minute
Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin' like women
I'm right back, nigga, where you at, nigga?
Keep the Mac nigga, spit it like that nigga
And I tried to chill even though

I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal, nigga
Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense
I got a flow like I'm still on the bench, nigga
Got a delivery like Sunday's paper
I lay that down and I get that paper, nigga

This is war, enough of them words, we want war
You throw a couple of shots, we throw more
You gettin' that money, we got more
We got more, nigga, this is war

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Sunshine - Lyrics - Go - Vertical Horizon

Title: Sunshine
Album: Go
Artist: Vertical Horizon
Composer(s): Matthew B. Scannell

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Lyric:
Sometimes I can't get enough, ooh, of you
This friendly game keeps getting rough
Think I'm breaking through

I cannot hide this well, this well as I should
There's always something left to tell
Tell me is it good?

I see you, do you see me, too?
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Come on through, I will find you
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine

I guess you chose a different road
That I am not aware
I got the one that's been closed
Shut down for repair

I hold a highway in my head
Ruling like a king
I drive away the things I've said
And I've said everything

I see you, do you see me, too?
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Come on through, I will find you
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine

Meet me in the sunshine
Come meet me in the sunshine

There's something better in this heat
Getting it on
I feel the warmth, I feel the greed
And I fear the fall

I hold this window wide enough
To keep the whole world
I want to spit out all this stuff
And keep the girl

I see you, do you see me too?
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
Come on through, I will find you
Close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine

Come meet me in the sunshine
Come meet me in the sunshine

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Omaha Stylee - Lyrics - Live! - 311

Title: Omaha Stylee
Album: Live!
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Nicholas Hexum, Douglas Martinez

Lyric:
In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone
In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone
How 'bout some knocks on wood some so far it's so good any day
What you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out

To the north and south that's what plates are about
Nature has no conscience, no kindness or ill will
But the dreams they had make me sad because of the vides of them
When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened

To me and my family my bro's and I were driving
The RV bleeding flames us leaping through fire surviving
Zoned with no home there was fire all on it
Umm, let me have my life I want it

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna let you know that I said
We're coming in kill we're coming chill
We've comin' in how we will

Gone to tell the whole world what's the deal
And I say know no critical boarder 'cuz
We do what we want
Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state

Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Makin' the funk that smells of skunk

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state

The [Incomprehensible] that we come from
Was a poor table basement
The budget was low key
And the record was Jamaican but

Such occasions occur back in the day
It begins you're a raw kid all the way
Son of a gun but they you drifted
All are endowed but few are gifted

At the break of dawn behaving like a spy
Lampin' in the light the cold world awakens
Deeper is the light to open up the sky
Look into my eyes and see the dialatin'

Omaha stylee is the shit we come with man
Embedded in out souls it breathes out from this band
We always knew that we could
Thank you if you too felt we would

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state

Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Kickin' the funk that smells of skunk

We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots
How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew
My dude on the one come off like teflon
Rock your shit and you will rise on

If you're a farmer outstanding in your field say, "Uhh"
Do as you eill do as you wish follow your bliss say,"Uhh"
We travel round the world giving it our best
We'd like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest

The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe
There's power in anger but loves a bigger banger
Complete props to my crew this is how we do

Omaha stylee

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Come See About Me - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Come See About Me
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): James Hollins, Kwan P Prather, Maurice Sinclair, Moses Iii Barrett, Michael Tyler, S Harris

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Lyric:
Mystikal, what's up my nigga?
It's Da Brat tat tat
Lettin' the whole motherfuckin' world
Know I got your back

If you don't like what my nigga Mystikal do
Come see 'bout that shit
Step to it, know what I'm sayin'
You don't like what the fuck I do, step to me
We 'gone see about your motherfuckin' ass, nigga

If I do somethin' you don't like, come and see about it
You wanna box, get'cha dukes up, I'ma be 'bout it
And ride off into the sunset
With the windows down, feet out it
I got a foul mouth, I blow weed out it

Seperate these thighs, get the price and eat out it
Ain't no other bitch rowdy like me
S O, S O, D E F, you see cay
Y'all bitch ass niggas disbehave me since the first day

Worst way to kill 'em is hit the top of the charts
First week at number one, R and B be a war
Leave ya fake ass manager home
And if you eager nigga, to see about me, come along

I keep my enemies a far, don't need a friendly to leave
I make at least twenty five just to breathe on the beat
Tell me, how many niggas wanna fuck this bitch named Brat
Six O six four four, is where I'm at, come see

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
(What's up Whodi?)
Come and see about me

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
(What's up Whodi?)
Come and see about me

Who's that? The burnin' man, the burnin' man?
Yeah, came here to burn some ass
You don't see the burnin' man
You don't see the blazin' hands
You don't see 'em when I walk past

All smokin' in Hell, the so so, Da Brat brought
Petey Pab and Mystikal, not nan' one of y'all
Can fuck with these Bulldogs
Known for breakin' the law, just came home

Get it on 'bout this damn microphone
Who the best? Who said this and who said that?
Here go three of the best on this goddamn track
And you can believe that, willing to bet my jive check
If you don't rewind this back somethin' wrong with deck

I'ma can't forget spinnin off the wall type shit
And no it didn't, I'm talkin' 'bout y'all type shit
Green erotic, Chavern hill type shit
Better send them folks to check for this
'Cause I'm the one that ill

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
(What's up Whodi?)
Come and see about me

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
(What's up Whodi?)
Come and see about me

This one is from your majesty, his Lordship, your excellency
Bitch barely can see me, definitely can't stand next to me
Dick get hard like Rot Wielder?s you can handle it
You know that funky break down get y?all shit adrenaline standin?
We gon' kill 'em in New Orleans like killa?s from Georgia

As cold as Artic recorded in Georgia ninety proof thru the roof
Y?all niggas pink lemonade I hit the booth yo hold group bes? ventilated
Such a bunch of fuckin' cowards ain?t worth the dirt
That come off my ass and go down the drain when I take my shower
My expedition be a Eddie Bauer

Sometimes I gotta comb these fuckin? rappers hair
Fix they collar wanna be like me?
Want to take yo picture? Write that down
Be a man and tell them bitches what you calls em?
I?ma south cowboy howdy call them people tell em? see about me

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
(What's up Whodi?)
Come and see about me

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
(What's up Whodi?)
Come and see about me

I come from out that Cajun, I'm stayin ragin', keep it blazin'
Bitch I'm crazy, half man, half amazin'
Half way up the charts, and bitch I'm halfway in your ass
I'm only halfway with this rhyme, and got half y'all mad

Soon as I come in this bitch, you know I'm comin' to spit you somthin'
Then Michael Parker said, "That's a bad rappin' motherfucker"
I'll bust your ass up like a, mutherfuckin' bug stuck
On the windshield wiper, walkin'

Catch a temper tantrum from Mr. Shit Talker the vulgar
The champion'll knock you' show off
I'll cut 'cha like a Newport, with no gauze, oh don't
Bitch I'm stupid like I lost a few marbles

Still balkin', still tossin' 'em, still holdin' MC's hand
Takin' they ass across the street walkin'
So let me know when you ready to bust
With your head on the pavement
Bring your ass, you don't need no fuckin' invitation

Come and see about me
Come and see about me nigga
Come and see about me
Come and see about me

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
Come and see about me nigga

(You don't like)
Come and see about me
(You gotta problem)
Come and see about me nigga
(You hurry up and come)
Come and see about me
(What's up Whodi?)
Come and see about me
Come and see about me
Come and see about me

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As Good As It Gets - Lyrics - Blame Everyone - Grand Theft Audio

Title: As Good As It Gets
Album: Blame Everyone
Artist: Grand Theft Audio
Composer(s): Ralph Jezzard, Richard Butler, R Battersby

Lyric:
8 a.m. with a coffee kick start
Step outside to my broken down car
I know, I've forgotten my pack of cigarettes
The whole day's like a slow train comin'
Sometimes a kinda, I find myself runnin'
Tell me man is this as good as the whole world's gonna get?

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

Search the road for some friendly faces
My legs lead me to some strung out places
My mind burns with the words that I forget
I don't seem to be able to lose me
I warm the streets that shake and bruise me
Tell me man is this as good as the whole worlds gonna get?

I get the feelin' this was sent to test me
Can I please get someone to bless me
I still forgot those damn cigarettes
'Cos I travel in my own illusion
Cut a path through all the confusion
Tell me man is this as good as the whole world's gonna get?

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I fall asleep with the TV too loud
Spendin' time stayin' in with the out crowd
Dreams come and leave me in cold sweats
Tomorrow feels like a new day comin'
I can't see it bein' all for nothin'
And I know it's as good as the whole world's gonna get

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

I get the feelin' it's a new day, sun is risin'
I get the feelin' everything is gonna change

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Straight Outta Stockholm - Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

Title: Straight Outta Stockholm
Artist: Mc Lars Horris
Composer(s): Andrew Nielsen

Lyric:
Check this C major

Comin' straight outta Stockholm, a fun boy named Lars
Survived Loma Prieta, mad cow and SARS
I hit you with these flows like your name was Nancy Kerrigan
Here and back and there again, a typical American
Third generation Swedish, second gen, Aussie

Am I street enough for this? Sometimes I'm paranoid like Ozzy
See it used to be punk rock for about four years
I played lead guitar, we dissed Britney Spears, Amphoteric
The name Central Cali band, Local shows, T-shirts, EP's, no plan
Just chilling with the crew slamming power chords
They wanted more guitars but I got bored

I was born to rock heads and fill them too
But did the world really need another Blink 182
Stuck on this Earth like glue since 1982
Cooked up my own post modern salmagundi stew

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy
I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new
MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew

But were you actually born in Stockholm, Lars?
No, but my family on my Mom's side is Swedish American
Okay

Comin' straight outta prep school on the mike at assembly
Class clown, straight A's, running KSPB
Pebble Beach, sheltered high school like a nun on Mars
The Horris was Dr. Quin, heavyweights gave me Lars

So how do you spell it? Yo, what's the website?
Is it really that hard? Morris with an H, alright
And okay, yo today, see, I'm still experimenting
Venting and presenting never misrepresenting

And it's not quite rap, not quite pop
Alien hip hop Lars punk rock
If I make the big time I'll still sit up in my room
My brain on the keyboard and I'll try to resume

Such a great story that I'll always behold
I'll look back on this when I'm 80 years old
London, New York, UK tour, NY demo
Tickled as can be, when I tickle you like Elmo

So much to say, new sounds to try
Laptop, costumes, local buzz and why?
Don't ask me, buddy but you're bumpin' me now
Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao

You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like
I sit with a pen by the full moon light
Euphonic epiphany like Keat's lyre trope
I am it, iambic's rap's last hope

My Grandma says I have rhyme talent and I love her
I flow lethal, weapon, lyrical like Danny Glover
I flip your paradigm manhole cover
Mutant reptiles, surprised what you discover

But I still like Bob Dylan more than any MC
Most depress me like Hepatitis B
Reverse them like Pi when they step to me
Nine five one four one point three

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy
I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new
MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy
I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new
MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew

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Midnight Nation - Lyrics - Bobaflex

Title: Midnight Nation
Artist: Bobaflex
Composer(s): Tommy Johnson, Jerod Mankin, Martin Mccoy, Shaun Mccoy, Michael Steele

Lyric:
And on that day, your mama would cry
And on that day your father would die
And on that day when you lost your mind
This is what it sounds like

Oh, no, no, it's not real
Oh, no, no, it's not real
What's that sound? It's not real
Oh, no, no

I know you've been alone
I can see your bad dreams in the seams of your pillow
Friendly faces change to strangers
Familiar places seem like mazes

There's something on the phone
It wants to talk and it knows your home
You can't stop from floating backwards
What's this force that distorts my world

Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, where am I?

Midnight nation, hallucination
No escape from Midnight Nation

Now, you see deformed faces in crowds
Stitched closed eyes and chins with no mouths
World in between, what is and should not be
Peers speak to people that you cannot see

You read the Bible but the content had changed
It's a map that leaves hell, the doorway is pain
I'm in your mind, cackling and laughing
I whisper dark thoughts in the brains of madmen

Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, where am I?

Midnight nation, hallucination
No escape from Midnight Nation

Oh, no, no, it's not real
Oh, no, no, it's not real
What's that sound? It's not real
Oh, no, no, no, no, it's not real

On that day, your mama would cry
And on that day your father would die
On that day when you lost your mind
This is what it sounds like

Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out

Raw from a loss, now the world has changed
Am I insane or dead?
Raw from a loss, now the world has changed
Am I insane or dead?

Ho, ho, what ya say?
Ho, ho, what ya say?
Ho, ho, what ya say?
Ho, ho, what ya say?

Ho, ho, let me out
Ho, ho, let me out
Ho, ho, let me out
Ho, ho, let me out
Ho

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Straight Outta Stockholm - Lyrics - The Laptop - Mc Lars

Title: Straight Outta Stockholm
Album: The Laptop
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Andrew Nielsen

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Lyric:
Check this C Major

Comin' straight outta Stockholm, a fun boy named Lars
Survived Loma Prieta, mad cow, and Sars
I hit you with these flows like your name was Nancy Kerrigan
Here and back and there again, a typical American

Third generation Swedish, second gen, Aussie
Am I street enough for this? Sometimes I'm paranoid like Ozzy
See it used to be punk rock for about four years
I played lead guitar, we dissed Britney Spears

Amphoteric the name, Central Cali band
Local shows, T-shirts, EPs, no plan
Just chilling with the crew slamming power chords
They wanted more guitars but I got bored

I was born to rock heads and fill them too
But did the world really need another Blink 182?
Stuck on this Earth like glue since 1982
Cooked up my own post-modern Salmagundi stew

Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy
I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new
MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew

But were you actually born in Stockholm Lars?
No, but my family on my Mom's side is Swedish-American
Uuh, okay

Comin' straight outta prep school, on the mike at assembly
Class clown, straight A's, running KSPB
Pebble Beach, sheltered high school, like a nun on Mars
The Horris was Dr. Quin, heavyweights gave me Lars

So how do you spell it? Yo, what's the web-site?
Is it really that hard? Morris with an H alright?
And okay yo today see Im still experimenting
Venting and presenting never misrepresenting

And its not quite rap, not quite pop
Alien hip-hop Lars punk rock
If I make the big time i'll still sit up in my room
My brain on the keyboard and i'll try to resume

Such a great story that I'll always behold
I'll look back on this when I'm 80 years old
London, New York, UK tour, NY demo
Tickled as can be, when I tickle you like Elmo

So much to say, new sounds to try
Laptop, costumes, local buzz, and why?
Don't ask me, buddy, but you're bumpin' me now
Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao

You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like
I sit with a pen by the full moon light
Euphonic epiphany like Keat's lyre trope
I am it, Iambic's rap's last hope

My Grandma says, I have rhyme talent, and I love her
I flow lethal, Weapon? Lyrical like Danny Glover
I flip your paradigm manhole cover
Mutant reptiles, surprised what you discover

But I still like Bob Dylan more than any MC
Most depress me, like Hepatitis B
Reverse them like Pi when they step to me
Nine five one four one point three

Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy
I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new
MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew

Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy
I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap
American iconoclast, alien boom-bap
I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new
MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew

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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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