Troublemaker - Lyrics - Mila Mason

Title: Troublemaker
Artist: Mila Mason
Composer(s): Suzi Ragsdale, Verlon Thompson

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Lyric:
Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

If I was gonna be the devil
I'd have your eyes
Who'd ever suspect such a sweet disguise?
Don't look at me that way
It's temptin' but I won't be led astray

Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

Been workin' on my weakness
Wearing me down
There on every corner that I come around
Making a game of sin
Cheating anything to win

Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

Gonna blow out the lantern
Draw the shades
Forget all about the offer you made
And the way you make me feel
I smell trouble, I know your love ain't real

Troublemaker
Trouble me no more
Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

Troublemaker
Leave your blues outside my door

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Tricky Tricky - Lyrics - Lou Bega

Title: Tricky Tricky
Artist: Lou Bega
Composer(s): Achim Kleist, David Lubega, Christian Pletschacher, Wolfgang Webenau Von

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Lyric:
She likes bars, she likes diamonds too
She likes stars if they rendezvous
She likes champagne to maintain her style
She likes a man only for a while
She likes access to your bank account
She likes dollars, she likes British pounds
She likes money only in high amounts
Baby's cool, she knows what counts

She likes to pay with credit cards
Ride expensive cars, stays in the President Suite
(And)
And every day she is looking for a man
Who can gives her more to satisfy her needs

She is a soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker, undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker, undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
She is tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
So damn good

I like holidays when there is nothing to do
I like fun for free and a ice cold brew
I like to watch, football on TV
I like to sleep and wake up around three
I like to hang out with my boys, making lots of noise
Dancing in the club, there is no choice
She will never understand that I can't be her man
I am what I am, so damn

She likes to pay with credit cards
Ride expensive cars, stays in the President Suite
And every day she is looking for a man
Who gives her more, to satisfy her needs

She is a soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker, undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker, undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
She is tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
So damn good

Tricky, tricky
Tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
(Pretty, pretty)
Tricky, tricky
Tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
(Pretty, pretty)

She is a soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker, undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker, undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
She is tricky, tricky
But she is pretty, pretty
So damn good
Ohh aah

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The Troublemaker - Lyrics - Willie Nelson

Title: The Troublemaker
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): David Troy Somerville, Bruce G. Belland

Lyric:
I could tell the moment that I saw Him
He was nothing but the trouble making kind
His hair was much too long and His motley group of friends
Had nothing but rebellion on their minds

He's rejected the establishment completely
I know for sure He's never held a job
He just goes from town to town, stirring up the young folks
'Til they're nothing but a disrespectful mob

I know for sure He's never joined the army
And served His country like we all have done
He'd rather wear His sandals and His flowers
While others wage the war that must be won

They arrested Him last week and found Him guilty
And sentenced Him to die but that's no great loss
Friday they will take Him to a place called Calvary
And hang that troublemaker to a cross

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Hot Potato - Lyrics - 19 Naughty III - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hot Potato
Album: 19 Naughty III
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there's no escape from the terror dome
You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome

MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova

I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they loosened the chains
I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild, insane

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer
I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy finger
So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm comin' from the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

You fly high, I heard your tape then flipped
The next side lookin' for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side
Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side

Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo'
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow

Here's to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh
Yes, you can't believe that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
Take the dough from all who owe me

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block

Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage
Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage
'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker
I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got bumped off by my head hoe

Called by the militant mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I'm strapped I can't fail
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm bringin' suckers to the street again
'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone flipped the beat again
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'

You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic like a hot potato

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a limp eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French Fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set

Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the gurtle neck
So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, there you have it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit

Before I stab him for his lucky foot
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass

Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
All's left to call cops when I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suckers suede bald spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw
It's easy as 1, 2, 3, 4

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the house and I got a right hand
For all that try to stand in my face and front
Believe that and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up

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No More Pain - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: No More Pain
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Robert Jr Diggs, Devante Swing, Clifford Smith, J Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Hey, DeVante, nigga, don'tcha know
We're gonna sow up every bitch in the country
Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room
On the same level, this shit here, haha
Please, no more pain, that's right, nigga
Hey, drop that shit, boy

My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes
My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes
Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggaz I'm the one
Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire

When ready, stay watchin' now figure, increase speed
Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit
Trick on the hoes, I ain't the one bitch

Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single bitch that came witchu on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm movin' you stupid bitches, vicious telekinesis

Am I reachin' your brain? Nigga how can I explain?
How vicious this thug motherfucker came
When I die, I wanna be a livin' legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherfuckin' game with no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

Line up my adversaries, blast on sight and fuck your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, we sure you heard
Of all the freaky shit they say about me

Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come runnin'
My glock's spittin' rounds, niggaz fallin' down
Clutchin' they stomach

It's Westside, Death Row, thug niggaz on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don't die
Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me
Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me

My only fear of death is reincarnation
Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation
And feelin' no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

Bury me that's what they all say, it's time to make a killin'
Sure to make a million with DeVante
Bitch, I know you want me, what your mouth say?
Now, watch your eyes, you don't wanna get with me, that's a lie

I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit
Freaky bitch, come, give me kiss
Tell them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here
So obsessed with this money makin', it ain't nothin' we fear

Now they label me a troublemaker, 'cause I'm a ridah
Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya
Mama made me rugged, baptized the public
Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it

It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
Wasn't too sure what you facin' so watch the guns bust
You niggaz'll bleed, fuckin' with me you'll be deceased
Never restin' in peace nigga, with no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside

Die in the dark, no more pain
Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do?
Hey, that's DeVante droppin' that beat like that biatch
In case you wonderin'

And jealous niggaz, haha, see y'all niggaz
Motherfuckin' niggaz are shit, hey

West Side, death to everybody that ain't down with me
That's on, feel me?
Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean
Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop

Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers
Weak ass niggaz, skinless cunts, fuckin' C.E..O.'s
Put your mouth on this pistol, nigga
Put your mouth on the pistol

Yeah, nigga no more pain
Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse
Feel me nigga, no more pain
Hey, DeVante I'm givin' these motherfuckers choices
Niggaz can roll with us or they can be rolled under us

That's on you nigga, what you wanna do?
Last year we was lettin' these niggaz kick up dust
This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust
Thug life, nigga, West Side

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U Don'T Wanna B. D. S. - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: U Don'T Wanna B. D. S.
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David J Jolicoeur, Vincent Lamont Mason

Lyric:
Ha, check it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check my niggaz De La Soul
See y'all niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit, huh

You know I'm sayin'? So I'ma show you niggaz
The super laser gamma ultra killa nigga special
You niggaz ain't no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody, nigga

You better keep rhymin', nigga
'Fore I smack the shit outta you, you little fuckin' sissy
You niggaz ain't real; that's right, it's De La Soul, baby
And Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles baby, alright, come on

Check my stats, entire apparat'
Even from the days when I had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I gotta go back to that
Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts

To tracks and stack, one whole decade
Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style will never fade
Managin' to keep it all A-grade

So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth
[Incomprehensible] some niggaz, I know

If I need a mayday
Bust some fuckin' niggaz tryin' to play me crazy
Causin' interruptions to my big pay-day
Playin' with them guns make them fuckin' leary

But if it's clearly, merely and surely and, how it's gotta be
I got some thorough niggaz that's ridin' me
So witcha bullshit I'm not buyin' it B
Don't come around thinkin' you can try it with me
'Cause

You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

Shick shick, click a click
This is where my people headin' at
Innocent people are carryin' gats
Now what the fuck is all that?

Is it 'cause times is live like a wire?
Gettin' shock treated by the crossfire
Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared
To make my decision for my livin'

I ain't the one 'Robin', I'm the one 'Given'
Hip hop driven, and willin' to die for it
When Scott LaRock died, man I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin' a woman a bitch

But ain't no woman like the one I got
And if you call her a bitch well you might get
And I know the feelings is mutual
It's uncivilized and unsuitable
Crips and bloods are recruitable

But you don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit

Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
You niggaz get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
That's right so while you niggaz is sittin' up in central booking
Crying like bitches, huh?

I'm in the motherfuckin' holdin' block
Waitin' for your sweet pussy punk ass
And I'ma whoop the shit out of you
For gettin' on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin' killer

I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin' killer's all about, huh?
You niggaz ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin' shit punk
I'll punch your whole chest cavity out, fagot

You ain't no real nigga, nigga
I'll smack the shit out of you
'Cause you ain't a fuckin' live, nigga
You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a bitch

Waitin' for your father to come bail you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit, nigga
That's right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin' know

And yo De La, check it out, it's your motherfuckin' man
And if any one of them niggaz get side windin' with you nigga
Let me know, and I will send them niggaz hot ones
Like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, feel me on that one, huh?

'Cause them niggaz know me nigga, believe me, nigga they know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker, that's right
And De La Soul, is rollin' with Bump' Knux' nigga
So what? Tell me, what?

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The Way He Was Raised - Lyrics - Everything Is Fine - Josh Turner

Title: The Way He Was Raised
Album: Everything Is Fine
Artist: Josh Turner
Composer(s): Mark Narmore, Bobby Tomberlin, Josh Turner

Lyric:
He always wore those worn out flip-flops
Spent hours in his daddy?s workshop
He loved being on the water
Fishin? with His friends

He always listened to the old folks
When they?d tell stories and crack jokes
Didn?t talk back to his mama
When she got onto Him

Oh, that?s just the way He was raised
Had to finish all His chores ?fore He could go outside and play
They always went to church, that?s where He learned how to pray
And that?s just the way He was raised

He grew His hair out when He got older
Grew it clear down to His shoulders
Started hangin? with the outcasts
When He went off to town

Some called Him a troublemaker
Even some said a lawbreaker
No matter how they talked about Him
He never put nobody down

?Cause that?s just the way He was raised
When people start to gossip He?d just walk away
He always loved His neighbor no matter what they?d say
Oh, that?s just the way He was raised

On a cross, on a hill
That long haired boy was killed
All our sins washed away
When He walked out of that grave

Oh, that?s just the way He was raised
There?s no way we can measure the sacrifice He made
He knew He had to die for our debt to be paid
Oh, that?s just the way He was raised

It took the hand of God to roll the stone away
And that?s just the way He was raised
Yeah, that?s just the way He was raised

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Bottle Up &Amp; Explode! - Lyrics - XO - Elliott Smith

Title: Bottle Up &Amp; Explode!
Album: XO
Artist: Elliott Smith
Composer(s): Elliot Smith

Lyric:
Bottle up and explode over and over
Keep the troublemaker below
Put it away, check out for the day
In for a round of over-exposure
The thing mother nature provides to get up and go

Bottle up and explode, seeing the stars
Surrounding you red, white, blue
You look at him like you've never known him
But I know for a fact that you have

The last time you cried who'd you think was inside?
Thinking that you were about to come over
But I'm tired now of waiting for you, you never show

Bottle up and go, if you're gonna hide
It's up to you, I'm coming through

Bottle up and go, I can make it outside
I'll get through becoming you, becoming you, becoming you

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Bottle Up And Explode! (Early Version) - Lyrics - Elliott Smith

Title: Bottle Up And Explode! (Early Version)
Artist: Elliott Smith
Composer(s): Elliot Smith

Lyric:
Bottle up and explode over and over
Keep the troublemaker below
Put it away, check out for the day
In for a round of over-exposure
The thing mother nature provides to get up and go

Bottle up and explode, seeing the stars
Surrounding you red, white, blue
You look at him like you've never known him
But I know for a fact that you have

The last time you cried who'd you think was inside?
Thinking that you were about to come over
But I'm tired now of waiting for you, you never show

Bottle up and go, if you're gonna hide
It's up to you, I'm coming through

Bottle up and go, I can make it outside
I'll get through becoming you, becoming you, becoming you

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3, 2, 1 Go! - Lyrics - I Need Mine $$ - Lil' Flip

Title: 3, 2, 1 Go!
Album: I Need Mine $$
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Wesley Weston

Lyric:
DJ Paul, Juicy J productions
Hypnotize Minds, shut da fuck up
Let's do it nigga, pay attention

Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, bring it back

Now if I front you a O
And once you make all ya dough
And if you steal from me nigga
?Cause my homies kill for me nigga

We?ll cut off ya head, duct tape it to ya leg
And yo partners can get it too
Now they pumpin? on his chest
?Cause they tryin? to bring ?em back

I told ya nigga you supposed to bring a Gat
But that?s what you get when you talk behind my back
So tell my foes they can get it anytime
?Cause when I?m on dat shit yeah, I got it on my mind, here we go

3 2 1 go
I?mma let you know deez rap niggas hoes
Look you don?t wanna fight ?cause I?ll break yo shit
And you don?t want drama wit da Clover G click, yea

3 2 1 go
I?mma let you know deez rap niggas hoes
Look you don?t wanna fight ?cause I?ll break yo shit
And you don?t want drama wit da Ice Slick click, yea

See nigga dis dope is cutless
Flip my knife, it's a black cutless
Shady paint wit da quarter top rags
Gotta for cheap, but we can't brag

Hataz playin? but they better have a plan B
I got a glock every time that they see me
And I?ma buss till my clips outta business
And there won't till I down all the witness

See I?mma do you bitches clean by da book
Wit no murder weapons or talkers that are no good
See I ain't no troublemaker just like to smoke bud
But you Prisseys wannabe's got me misunderstood

3 2 1 go
I?mma let you know deez rap niggas hoes
Look you don?t wanna fight ?cause I?ll break yo shit
And you don?t want drama wit da Clover G click, yea

3 2 1 go
I?mma let you know deez rap niggas hoes
Look you don?t wanna fight ?cause I?ll break yo shit
And you don?t want drama wit da Ice Slick click, yea

When we make a little G?s den deez niggas start to hate
For just rappin? or jackin? or D pushin? weight
Don't get made at the juice ?cause I hustle till it's late
And you sober passed out wit yo face in a plate

Heard you never get no pussy so you holdin? down brake
Ridin? round in rental cars like you head of the state
Tryin? to cut niggas deals in da trunk he got da baken
Soda I thought I told ya he'll get ya ?cause he fake

Since I rap don't be thinkin?, I can't leave yo body stankin?
Yes we do a lot of drugs and whole lot of drinkin?
In dis business yeah it's gangstas but dis hatin? I?m gonna finish
Hit you in fuckin? mouth and send you back to the dentist

3 2 1 go
I?mma let you know deez rap niggas hoes
Look you don?t wanna fight ?cause I?ll break yo shit
And you don?t want drama wit da Clover G click, yea

3 2 1 go
I?mma let you know deez rap niggas hoes
Look you don?t wanna fight ?cause I?ll break yo shit
And you don?t want drama wit da Ice Slick click yea

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Bottle Up And Explode - Lyrics - Elliot Smith

Title: Bottle Up And Explode
Artist: Elliot Smith
Composer(s): Elliot Smith

Lyric:
Bottle up and explode over and over
Keep the troublemaker below
Put it away, check out for the day
In for a round of over-exposure
The thing mother nature provides to get up and go

Bottle up and explode, seeing the stars
Surrounding you red, white, blue
You look at him like you've never known him
But I know for a fact that you have

The last time you cried who'd you think was inside?
Thinking that you were about to come over
But I'm tired now of waiting for you, you never show

Bottle up and go, if you're gonna hide
It's up to you, I'm coming through

Bottle up and go, I can make it outside
I'll get through becoming you, becoming you, becoming you

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Love Song (For Everyone) - Lyrics - Traveling Light - Courtney Jaye

Title: Love Song (For Everyone)
Album: Traveling Light
Artist: Courtney Jaye
Composer(s): Michelle Robin Lewis, Dan Petty, Courtney Jaye Goldberg

Lyric:
It overtakes me, it levitates me
And lifts me up so high, it makes me wonder
It pulls me under and gives me butterflies

Now I'm surrounded, now I'm awake
And I can be sure

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love with everyone

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love with everyone

Sorrow shook me, love overlooked me
For the longest time but the fog is lifted
And the clouds have drifted, my heart is open wide

I don't know your story, I don't know your name
But I know I'm sure

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love with everyone

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, everyone

I wish that I could tell you I would
Slow down and commit but the world is so big
And full of life you can't hold in and I have so much to give

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love with everyone

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love with everyone

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love

Every strong and steady man
Open heart and open hands
One I think about each time
It makes me close my eyes and smile

Like a best friend or a savior
One who is on his best behavior
Firecracker, troublemaker
You know who you are

Every rider on the waves
Every rockstar I have saved
Every boy who loves his girl
Every person in the world

I'm in love

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Sacrifice - Lyrics - Front 242

Title: Sacrifice
Artist: Front 242
Composer(s): Daniel Bressanutti, Patrick Codneys, Jean-Luc De Meyer, Richard Jean Jonckheere

Lyric:
No, I can't see tomorrow when I close my eyes
There is no tomorrow, my gift is of no use

What's the horse on the shore waiting for?

See, today wears a mask, today is a shadow
Today is meant to drag down, shelter and devour
Today is a gift fading beforehand
Today is a feast ending too early

Albeit unseen, albeit unveiled
There's a troublemaker
Hiding heavy secrets

If I don't see tomorrow then it must be black
It's a land of sorrow full of deadened groans
Tomorrow has no colors, it feels like the night
It's a pile of cinders instead of a fire
They did raze tomorrow to the ground

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