Sorry - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: Sorry
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
Vague sound of rain
Pierces through my song again
But I get distracted by the way his toes move
When he plays so I let it burn

I just poured my heart out
There's bits of it on the floor
And I take what's left of it and rinse it
Under cold water and call him up for more

And I say, "Baby, yes, I feel stupid to call you
But I'm lonely and I don't think, you meant it when you said
You couldn't love me and I thought
Maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too"

He said, "I'm sorry
So sorry
I'm sorry
So sorry"

He grabs my wrist
As my fingers turn into angry fists
And I whisper why can't you love me
I'll change for you, I'll play the part

And I say, "Baby, so I feel stupid to call you
But I'm lonely and I don't think, you meant it when you said
You couldn't love me and I thought
Maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too"

He said, "I'm sorry
So sorry
I'm sorry
I am sorry"

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My Lullaby - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: My Lullaby
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
Mom please tell me what to do
I'm so disappointed in you
You said those words that made me cry
And you always wondered why
Why I sing my lullaby

Mom please hurry home to me
I waited up so patiently
You sit down and you start to cry
But you never ask me why
Why I sing my lullaby, why I sing my lullaby

Was it my fault they lead you in the wrong direction?
Was it my fault they didn't show you any affection?
I show you when I start to cry
Still you always wonder why
Why I sing my lullaby

Mom why love me if you're cold
You just get bitter then grow old
Ask me when I start to weep
Then I'll tell you in my sleep
Why I sing my lullaby, why I sing my lullaby

Why I sing my lullaby, why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby, why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby, why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby, why I sing my lullaby
Why I sing my lullaby, why I sing my lullaby

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Lose Control - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: Lose Control
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh

Shame on you for making me wait
Time and time again you're too late
And I'm about to make a mistake
So please hurry babe, oh, just hurry

You might as well just take it from me
You said that I should take it from you
But I don't know if I agree, so please hurry, babe
But don't you worry

'Cause I'm not convinced that I am worthy
Of your time and I will do what it takes to make you mine
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show
This could be funny, 'cause I'm about to lose control

Ooh ooh

My back is aching my feet are sore
But I'm still waiting, looking for more
I'm gonna stay here on the floor
But just you hurry, babe, just you hurry

'Cause I'm not convinced that I am worthy
Of your time and I will do what it takes to make you mine
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show
This could be funny, 'cause I'm about to lose control

'Cause I'm not convinced that I am worthy
Of your time, and I will do what it takes to make you mine
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show
This could be funny, 'cause I'm about to lose control

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh

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Take You With Me - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: Take You With Me
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come clean

Observe me in my circus show
On a thin line as I take my rope
And lose my grip but you, you pull me back

With your hand in my hand and
Our feet, all in line
I'm ready to take you with me
To take you with me

November came down hard this year
And I saw you standing clear of the rain
Falling free but I was ready to finally come

Your hand in my hand and
Our feet all in line
I'm ready to take you with me
To take you with me

Your hand in my hand and
Our feet all in line
I'm ready to take you with me
to take you with me

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A Few Small Bruises - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: A Few Small Bruises
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
Out here on the ledge, I'm not far away from stepping off
I've finally picked out my cloud
It's the one over there surrounded by all that air

You reached out your hand
And said I understand
So why not come down

Well, except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine

Thank you for asking, I'm so glad we had this moment here
I know they think I'm crazy
But everything I am is what I was taught to be

You reached out your hand
And said I understand
So why not come down

Well, except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine

And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius, make me sound special
And maybe I'll come down

Well, except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars, well I'm fine

And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius, make me sound special
And maybe I'll come down

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Blame It On Me - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: Blame It On Me
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
The rain falls on your days
Giving you a reason for mysterious ways
Behind doors the darkness falls
You pour a cup of coffee in your talking walls

But you can blame it on me, yeah
And the person you thought I wanted you to be
But don't you blame it on love
'Cause you will regret it then and from now on

Beside from days gone by
Hours seem so slow, you think you'll surely die
You decide to call up a friend
When she doesn't answer you think you're close to the end

But you can blame it on me, yeah
And the person you thought I wanted you to be
But don't you blame it on love
'Cause you will regret it then and from now on
'Cause you will regret it then and from now on

But you can blame it on me
And the person you thought I wanted you to be
But don't you blame it on love
'Cause you will regret it then and from now on
'Cause you will regret it then and from now on
'Cause you will regret it then and from now on

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Your Glasses - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: Your Glasses
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
What could you possibly see in me?
Is it my soul hung out to dry?
I think my dysfunctional family has shaped it
Throughout my life

What could you possibly like in me?
Do you like my ability to bend?
I think my fear of intimacy
Has shaped the time we spend

No it's not you, it's me
And it's not us, it's them
And it's not her, it's just the way she moves you?
And she kisses harder then me, oh she kisses harder than me

And I'll always look in through your glasses
But all I could see, is the spector of me reflected
The empty shell of me, the empty shell of me

What could you possibly love in me?
Is it the way I wear my smile?
It hangs from the tip of my tongue you see
Oh, this might take awhile

No it's not you, it's me
And it's not us, it's them
Sure it's not her, it's just the way she moves you?
And she kisses harder then me, oh she kisses harder than me.

And I'll always look in through your glasses
But all I could see, is the spector of me reflected
The empty shell of me, the empty shell of me

Ooh, ooh, ahh, me
Ooh, ooh, me
Ooh, ooh, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh

And I'll always look in through your glasses
But all I could see, was the spector of me reflected
The empty shell of me

And I've tried to look in through your glasses
But all I could see, was the spector of me reflected
The empty shell of me, the empty shell of me

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Fragile (Free) - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: Fragile (Free)
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
I've been walking around all day thinking
I think I have a problem, I think, I think too much
I've been taught to hold back my tears and avoid them
But you make pain into something I could touch

I've been walking around all day, laughing
I think, I'd be better off without you here
And I bet, you're sweet and hard to get over
So I'll cry and people will stop and stare

Now that's okay
Let them stop and stare

'Cause I am fragile
I am hopeless
I'm not perfect
But I am free

I've been walking around all day, waiting
And waiting is all I seem to do
'Cause I never get it unless I'm fed it
But this time I'll just have to
Yeah, this time I'll just have to

And I'm fragile
I am hopeless
I'm not perfect
But I am free

Say you're not around, am I finished?
If you're not around, that's too bad
Hope you're safe and sound, not alone now
'Cause you know I believe in you

I'm still fragile
I'm still hopeless
I'm not perfect
But I am free

And I'm fragile
I am hopeless
I'm not perfect
But I am free

And oh, I am fragile
Hopeless
I'm not perfect
But I am free

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
...

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Just A Little Bit - Lyrics - White Turns Blue - Maria Mena

Title: Just A Little Bit
Album: White Turns Blue
Artist: Maria Mena
Composer(s): Arvid Solvang, Maria Mena

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Lyric:
Clearly, clearly I remember
Hiking up my skirt
Asking for your time

Clearly, clearly I remember
Nervous if ever confronted
And questioning myself

Perhaps, perhaps if I got better
Perhaps if I challenged myself
Perhaps if I was

Just a little bit stronger
Just a little bit wiser
Just a little less needy
Maybe I'd get there

Clearly, clearly I remember
Pulling up my skirt
Staring blank ahead

Clearly, clearly I remember
Days of useless crying
Almost feeling dead

Perhaps, perhaps if I was smaller
Perhaps, I could control myself
Perhaps if I was

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Underneath The Colours - Lyrics - Underneath The Colours - Inxs

Title: Underneath The Colours
Album: Underneath The Colours
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): A Farriss, M Hutchence

Lyric:
No division in the ranks
The lines are long and proud
No question on their lips
But there will always be doubts

Like a Chinese painting
All red with its message
A flag, high in the sky
Twists and turns, its language

Underneath the colours
Red, blue and white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

With the rise and fall of
The conductors blind hand
I play, Russian Roulette
I'm an angry young man

Underneath the colours
Red, blue and white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

No division in the ranks
The lines are long and proud
No question on their lips
But there will always be doubts

Underneath the colours
Red, blue and white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

Underneath the colours
Red, blue and white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

Underneath the colours
Red, blue and white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

Underneath the colours
Red, blue and white
Catch a glimpse of others
From the corner of your eye

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Understanding In A Car Crash - Lyrics - Thursday

Title: Understanding In A Car Crash
Artist: Thursday
Composer(s): Robert Iii Keeley, Timothy Charles Payne, Steven Pedulla, Geoffrey Rickley, Thomas Rule

Lyric:
Splintered piece of glass falls, in the seat, gets caught
These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost
In trying so hard to look away from you
We followed white lines to the sunset
Crash my car everyday the same way

Time to let this pass
The time it takes, the time it takes to let go
Time runs through our veins
It starts and stops and starts and stops again

We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time
The time it takes, the time it takes to let go
Time to let this pass
The time it takes, the time it takes to let go

Staring at the setting sun
No reason to come back again
The twilight world in blue and white
The needle and the damage done

I don't want to feel this way forever
A dead letter marked return to sender
The broken watch you gave me turns into a compass
It's two hands still point to the same time 12:03, our last goodbye

So push the seats back a little further
I can see the headlights coming
So push the seats back a little further
Roll the windows down and take a breath
I can see the headlights coming
They paint the world in red and broken glass

Time to let this pass
The time it takes, the time it takes to let go
Time runs through our veins
It starts and stops and starts and stops again

We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time
The time it takes, the time it takes to let go
Time to let this pass
The time it takes, the time it takes to let go

Staring at the setting sun
No reason to come back again
The twilight world in blue and white
The needle and the damage done

I don't want to feel this way forever
A dead letter marked return to sender
The spinning hubcaps set the tempo, for the music of the broken window
The cameras on and the cameras click, we open up the lens and can't stop

Staring at the setting sun
No reason to come back again
The twilight world in blue and white
The needle and the damage done

I don't want to feel this way forever
The lights are on and the cameras click
We open up the lens
(To broken glass)

Staring at the setting sun
(And it's over)
No reason to come back again
(In a flash)
The twilight world in blue and white
(And I'll never)
The needle and the damage done
(Ever understand)

I don't want to feel this way forever
(Understanding)
(In a car crash)
A dead letter marked return to sender
(In a car crash)
In a crash

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Palmdale - Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

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Insignificant - Lyrics - Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings - Counting Crows

Title: Insignificant
Album: Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings
Artist: Counting Crows
Composer(s): Adam Fredric Duritz

Lyric:
Can you see me
Up on a building
From down on the pavement
Or out in the crowd?

Can you see me
Through the glare of the lamp post?
I am walking a tightrope
Into the moon

I don't wanna feel so different
But I don't wanna be insignificant
And I don't know how to see
The same thing's different now

Oh, can you see me?
I am one in a million
I am Icarus falling
Out of the sun

Could you see me falling a line of
Spotlights and jackknife
Through night black as a bedroom
And white as a lie?

I don't wanna feel so different
But I don't wanna be insignificant
And I don't know how to see
The same thing's different now

Diving through the dark
While the night turns blue
And you wear your intentions
As I wear my intentions so clear

If you see me
Wading through water
Oh, come drown in the river
Right in front of the world

You can wash your face and hands
In the stream of my anger
It's as bright as white paper
As dark as a girl

I don't wanna feel so different
But I don't wanna be insignificant
And I don't know how to see
The same thing's different now

I don't wanna feel so different
But I don't wanna be insignificant
I don't know how to see
The same thing's different now, now, now

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Cry Babies - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Cry Babies
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Kaseem Dean

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Lyric:
Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great

Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I play stations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm doctor love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

You see I'm ambidextrous, I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "It ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
And you run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber

Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TV's and satellites
I got a wheel of fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White

And the survey says? Kill a muthafucka now
Could it be off with his head? Or shoot a muthafucka down
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in scrabble

You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards, y'all not playin' with full decks
As if I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome mackin' some brauds and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

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Cry Babies (Oh No) - Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Title: Cry Babies (Oh No)
Album: Word Of Mouf
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Kaseem Dean

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Lyric:
(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great
Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime
And it'll hurt if I swallow but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals, I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my Mama said, "It ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect
Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber
Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble

When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White
And the survey says?
(Kill a muthafucka now)
Could it be off with his head?
(Or shoot a muthafucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble
You see I'm from a small town called fresh out a cop's ass
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks
As if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and stickin' 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em
A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

(Oh no!)
I caught him with a blow to the chest
(Oh no!)
My hollow put a hole in his vest
(Oh no!)
I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
(Oh no!)
Cry babies go home

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Hopeless - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Hopeless
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, F St Amand, Maurice Young

Lyric:
Ooh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads
Deep down in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we travel through this emotional roller coaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind when you hit rock bottom
There ain't nowhere to go but up baby
It's just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me
Listen here

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

Man ever since life's been a gamble
My life been in shambles
Double edge sword burnin' both sides of the candle
But Cris you can't handle the truth

Don't wanna face reality
So Lord accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And I ain't do shit

But I'm down on my knees
It's a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game
And put my problems on lay away

A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple 'til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray
Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yeah

Drink old gold, down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
See I got a little money and my life sped up
Now I'm fallin' and I can't get up

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

I had this dream about a dope fiene
And it's strange cause he can barely write or read
But seemed to get folks about anything
Curious about him I wanted to talk to him
But he was to busy for that
But I was more then welcome to walk with him

So as we walked, he talked and I just listen
He said, "There's a big difference between crackas and niggas"
See he said, "White folks look out for the white folks"
But uh black folks blame otha black folks

When they ain't enough black roaks
But yo to make a long story short
We need pay more attention and do things
That's way more convincing and he told me

You know I wouldn't say something that wouldn't work and I
Damn sure wouldn't waste my time telling something that a hurt you
But you would fall for anything if you don't stand for something
But that's for certain but niggas don't be listenin'

And that shit be hurting and uh
Not all of us, but some of us
And if we don't hurry up
They going to bury each and every one of us

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just being sober
Life's a bitch and I can't control her
I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder
The government stand us up to run us over

And in the hood they don't seem to understand, goddamn
What it's really got me wondering if it's a part of a bigger plan
Man I smell something fishy going on
And its way beyond blowin' away the smoke
From all these swishers goin' on

It ain't much I can do about it but preach the word
Tell my people to spend ya money wisely
Don't be obscured by some things that's appreciated
Like a home to open ya eyes to what's the fuck's goings on

'Cause they constantly getting rid of us
One by one whether it's drugs or disease or gun by gun
I ain't no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong
By using what's in this chorus to get through this song

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

You kno' ya'll going to mess around and keep on complaining bout slavery
That was over 40-50 years ago black folks need to move on stay strong
Ya'll keep playin' with a cracker, they going to have yo ass tied up
Wired up on them back roads of South Florida Georgia
And they made them laws, so they can't do nothing for you
Can a church get an Amen? And God for the thugs too Amen

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X - No Submission - Lyrics - Cannibal - Static

Title: X - No Submission
Album: Cannibal
Artist: Static
Composer(s): Wayne Wells, Antonio Campos

Lyric:
Shut out, cut out, bloodless
Hopeless, hating as I fade
Pulsate, pushing, head exploding
Razor sharp the tongue is

Put down, run out, I could care less
Throw down as I hate
Feeding, needing, severed bleeding
Pull it our exposing

Take a beating, needle speeding
Fall into a daze
Defecation, detonation
Tear the tongue apart and

Terminate it, suffocate it
Spitting in your face
Accelerate, exterminate it
Take it all in hand

There's no submission
No submission

Shut out, cut out, bloodless
Hopeless, hating as I fade
Pulsate, pushing, head exploding
Razor sharp the tongue is

Put down, run out, I could care less
Throw down as I hate
Feeding, needing, severed bleeding
Pull it our exposing

Take a beating, needle speeding
Fall into a daze
Defecation, detonation
Tear the tongue apart and

Terminate it, suffocate it
Spitting in your face
Accelerate, exterminate it
Take it all in hand

There's no submission
No submission
Blue turns to white

No submission
No submission

No submission
No submission
Blue turns to white

No submission
No submission

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Crooked Officer - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: Crooked Officer
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Michael Barnett, Joe Johnson, Chris Barriere, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time

I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time
I got a grudge against you blue suits
Black suits, white suits an' the state troops

That's the way you made us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us
That's the way you made us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you

That's the way you made us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us
Lock us up for the summer
Took the nigga's name away an' passed us as a number

Just because you legally pack a gack, man
Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops, you let your gacks pop
Because them honkies got you brainwashed

Now we come to new dealings
Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peelings
I'm cuttin' shit short, ain't no fillin' out reports
'Cause you ain't makin' it to court

I'm lettin' freedom ring
From the hole in my glock, for fuckin' off Rodney King
It ain't nothin' that you can ask us
An' since justice is blind, I'ma buy the bitch some glasses

Wake the fuck up, chumps, I'm comin' after your ass
Crooked officer

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on

Oh, Mr. Officer, crooked officer, what's happenin'?
You beat another black man's ass an' now you high tappin'
Friend, do I have to move to River Oaks
An' bleach my fuckin' skin so I can look like these white folks?

Just to get some assistance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin' persistent
'Cause you wanna harass me, yeah?
An' if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass G

Just like Rodney King
But if you try that shit with me, it's gonna be a different scene
Try to pull me over on a dark road
But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine an' unload

Until every blue shirt turns red, you heard what I said?
I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead
So you better start pickin' out your coffin, sir
'Cause I'm comin' after your ass

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on

Momma called me up the other day, I got a warrant
Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went
Say I shot a nigga the other day at a party
Lyin' out they ass, I was at home drinkin' forties

Coolin' with my niggas, playin' dominoes in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the killin' an' I fit the description
Yeah an' you know, they think all black niggas look alike
So now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big Mike

Now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big Mike
Now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big

Jackin' niggas up, tryin' to capture
Coppers wanna gaffle, tryin' to put bullets into the back
Time an' time again I told them I didn't do it
An' they knew it but they still pursued it
So them motherfuckers blew it

So now I'm about to grab my shit
An' put them son of a bitches six feet under
'Cause I'm sick of runnin' from the motherfuckers
Turnin' tables 'cause I'm able, I ain't fallin' victim
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick

'Cause I ain't runnin' from the P O L I C E, nay
Any motherfuckin' T I M E of day
They'll have to G U T a me off the S E T
An' my H double O D, fuckin' around with the B I G
They'll be in a G R A V E

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on

Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir

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Pictures In A Mirror - Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Title: Pictures In A Mirror
Artist: Incredible String Band
Composer(s): Robin Williamson

Lyric:
Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread and of sheets that were
Scarlet and blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a well

He thinks of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets sail for other where

There stands the chief with gold on his hair
Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white skinned wife, she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the gulls

His wife strikes her mouth with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss revolves above her mind
With every line in its design and accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's soul

The slaves row on beneath the dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red haired son
Beneath the burning walls that he razed down

His wife and he speak not as wine is brought
A cup that seethes like the black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark sleep

The Jailer bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes, wakes in pain
He shakes his shackles in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is hard as coal

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding bright stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword falls on his neck
The pain is boiling cold

They lay him in the tomb at the break of day
They close the earthen door upon his clay
The birds are plucking worms from the ground

Their feathers gray as mist on a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches from the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to stone

His mother lies in her labor nine days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of my birth
With hangings rich of many strange designs

Nobles stand with their wine cups in the room
Saluting me and she the King's queen
Already, I am forgetting who I am
Already, I've forgotten who I've been

My mother lifts me up to her huge soft breast
Her nipple like a berry both hard and brown
Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
And with small lips the yellow milk I draw

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(Song For My) Sugar Spun Sister - Lyrics - Stone Roses

Title: (Song For My) Sugar Spun Sister
Artist: Stone Roses
Composer(s): Ian George Brown, John Squire

Lyric:
Her hair, soft drifted snow
Death white, I'd like to know
Why she hates all that she does
But she gives it all that she's got

Until the sky turns green
The grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue

Until the sky turns green
And the grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue

It takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and, oh, much more

I've paid for fifteen or more
But my guts can't take many more
My hands are stuck to my jeans
And she knows, she knows
What this must mean

She wakes up with the sun
She asked me what is all the fuss
As she gave me more than she thought she should

She wakes up with the sun
I think what have I done
As I gave her more than I thought I would, ohh

At takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah
The candy floss girl
The sticky fingered boy
Oh, that sister of mine, yeah

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