You Left The Water Running - Lyrics - Huey Lewis &Amp; The News

Title: You Left The Water Running
Artist: Huey Lewis &Amp; The News
Composer(s): Rick Hall, Dan Penn, Oscar Franck

Lyric:
You left the water running
When you left me here behind
You left the water running
Running from these eyes of mine
Running from these eyes of mine

You left the water running
When you left me here behind
You left the water running
Running from these eyes of mine
Running from these eyes of mine

You turned off all the life and love
And left with another guy
You turned off all of your love from me
But you forgot to turn off the cry
You forgot to turn off the cry

You pull the shades a way down low
You disconnect the telephone
Oh baby, but these tears, a-running from my eyes
You can't turn 'em off any, no
No you can't turn 'em off any, no

You left the water running
When you left me here behind
You left the water running
Running from these eyes of mine
Running from these eyes of mine

You locked the door, left my heart outside
And then you threw the key away, tell 'em Colla
But you'll regret and you'll be upset
When you get your water bills to pay
When you get your water bills to pay

You left the water running
When you left me here behind
You left the water running
Running from these eyes of mine
Running from these eyes of mine

You left the water running
When you left me here behind
You left the water running
Running from these eyes of mine

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Across The Water - Lyrics - Linda Eder

Title: Across The Water
Artist: Linda Eder
Composer(s): Linda Eder, Jack Murphy, Frank Wildhorn

Lyric:
I started out the way most do, running on imagination
Out into a world that I was sure I knew
Add a dose of reality and a little desperation
I became a stranger in a stranger land

Wherever I go, whatever I see, I still can feel the child carry me
High on an ocean of innocence 'cause somewhere between
The truth and the dream, there is a moment in time
When you can touch what you left behind

Across the water, across the water
Across the water, on a little higher ground

And so it goes with everyone, we're not really all that different
The older that we get, it seems the less we know
We mortals all immortalize, after we apologize for
All the things we should have said or could have done

Wherever I go, whatever I see, I still can feel the child carry me
High on an ocean of innocence 'cause somewhere between
The truth and the dream, there is a moment in time
When you can touch what you left behind

Across the water, across the water
Across the water, on a little higher ground

The way we were, the dreams we had, don't ever really die
They watch us from a distance as we wave goodbye
But now and then a backward glance, reminds us that there's
Still a chance, so we fill our sails and travel on across the water

Every day in every life is open to interpretation
Thinkin' about what might have been is a waste of time
I don't need to analyze all my little contradictions
As long as I can find my way back home again

Across the water, across the water
Across the water, on a little higher ground

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Smoke & Burn ["Featuring Up In Clouds"] - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Smoke & Burn ["Featuring Up In Clouds"]
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): L Jones, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
And burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Roll it up, light it up, take a puff)

I'll share with you my herb I'm about to choke, off ganja
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)
So if you want to come along we can load a double hit for my water bong
To get higher higher
(Yeah don't let that Buddha fool ya)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

Quarter past one and it'll all be gone twenty four to the fifth
(Why do I stay high?)
It's 1999 it's time
To open your eyes and arise
See there's hope from above
(Why do I stay high?)

Don't stop because they ask you to be civilized
It's your freedom of speech and a right to be free
(Why do I stay high?)
Peace, going out to Bob Marley, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
(Why do I stay high?)
2Pac, Eazy, Biggie Biggie, everybody
(So high so high)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

Heavenly hosts and angels above
Roll smoke toke choke pull out some indo
(I say I can take you higher)
Birds a flight and singing of love
Roll smoke toke choke we can all go and get smoke
(All we need is weed and fire)

When you stay high
But if you really want to ride with me
(And you know we got some got some)
Y'all can go and try to see
(You should come and smoke some smoke some)

That it's okay, that it's all right
(Ain't nothing wrong)
If you got to get get high
(Stay high)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty
Off chronic ganja
(Lost in the smoke lost in the smoke)
I've got to get higher higher
(Keep on smoking smoking smoking)

(Roll it up roll it up roll it up)
I've got to get away for a while to ease my head
(Got to get away)
Toke another blunt to get blunted
(P O Ded)
Already high
(P O Ded)

I've got to get away for a while to ease my mind
(Got to get away)
Toke another blunt to get blunted
(P O Ded)
Feeling blind
(P O Ded)

I feel so lonely
(We can erase that from your mind)
And empty ever since he left me
(Set yourself free and just get high)
So I just toke, 'til I choke, c'mon roll roll let's get stoned
(Sit back and let your mind just flow)
For a while

They'll say I'll run from my problems
(Keep running keep running)
And I'm hiding from my head
(Keep running keep running)
(The higher I get the further I get away)
Acting crazy

Well it may be I tell it wrong, but it's the story told
How I've gotten higher higher higher
(Lifted lifted)
I've gotten higher higher higher
(Drifted drifted)
I've gotten so high off ganja
(Listen listen we've got to got to)

Smoke and burn
'Cause you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me
Do what you want to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke of mighty reefer)
Beauty surrounds me

I said you got to smoke and burn
(Lost in the smoke, lost in the smoke)
Beauty

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I Thought It Was Me - Lyrics - Bell Biv Devoe

Title: I Thought It Was Me
Artist: Bell Biv Devoe
Composer(s): Paul Stewart, Eric Sadler, Darrol Durant, Keith Shocklee, Roney Hooks

Lyric:
I went out last night
That's when I met a sexy girl
She was looking so right
She said, "I wanna take you
For a trip around the world"

And by the look in her eyes, oh, oh
The girl was serious
She wore no disguise, oh, no
So let's have some fun, yeah

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
Who makes that girl this way
(I thought it was me)
I came to find out she's
Like that every day

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
That makes that girl so wild
(I thought it was me)
I found out she's like that
With all the guys

Yo, I love being a bachelor
Ricky said, "Yo, that girl's
A good catch for you"
She and I choose to
Cruise in my love boat
My water bed kept us afloat

I had to prove my manhood
Show her that the B I V
Was damn good, understood
I never had my boat rocked
Like that before, yo

Well when we left the spot
All systems ready to go
She said, "Sit back and relax
I'm running the show"

I couldn't hesitate
It was much too late
That girl had got me straight
And I was ready to go, yeah

B B D
(B.B.D.)
B B D
(B.B.D.)

Yo, Ron, what's up
With that fly girl
You left the jam with?
She was sticking closer to you
Than the bread on the
Meat of my sandwich

I know you rocked the bitch 'cuz
Nah, it wasn't even like that
She left the room
To get comfy and cozy
Then the R to the O
To the N, got nosey

Cruising guys were
Her favorite past time
Taking chances almost
All her lifetime
She said, "You only live once"

Staying loose
Made many heads turn
If you did her wrong
You just might get burned
So let's have some fun, yeah

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
Who makes that girl this way
(I thought it was me)
I came to find out she's
Like that every day

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
That makes that girl so wild
(I thought it was me)
I found out she's like that
With all the guys

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
Who makes that girl this way
(I thought it was me)
I came to find out she's
Like that every day

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
That makes that girl so wild
(I thought it was me)
I found out she's like that
With all the guys

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
Who makes that girl this way
(I thought it was me)
I came to find out she's
Like that every day

(I thought it was me)
I thought it was me
That makes that girl so wild
(I thought it was me)
I found out she's like that
With all the guys

I thought it was me
Who makes that girl this way
I came to find out she's
Like that every day

I thought it was me
That makes that girl so wild
I found out she's like that
With all the guys

I thought it was me, ho, yeah, yeah
I thought it was me, ooh
I thought it was me, ho, yeah, yeah

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Grace - Lyrics - If I Left The Zoo - Jars Of Clay

Title: Grace
Album: If I Left The Zoo
Artist: Jars Of Clay
Composer(s): Mark Hudson, Steve Mason, Dan Haseltine, Greg Wells, Charlie Lowell, Matt Odmark

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Lyric:
God, I admit I haven't changed
Playing card houses still covering my landscape
I never expected you to stay
When I'm grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change

I feel your grace come running over every road
I love the way you're calling overflow
I feel your grace come running over every road
Break the floodgates down and carry all

God, I admit that I've loved these chains
And crawling around this cage sometimes has its advantages
I know someday this could get old
And I'll need your healing water to find my home

I feel your grace come running over every road
I love the way you're calling overflow
I feel your grace come running over every road
Break the floodgates down and carry all
Down down down down down

I feel your grace come running over every road
I love the way you're calling overflow
I feel your grace come running over every road
Break the floodgates down and carry all

I feel your grace come running over every road
I love the way you're calling overflow
I feel your grace come running over every road
Break the floodgates down and carry all

Break the floodgates down
Break the floodgates down
Down down down down down

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To My People - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: To My People
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): R Lewis, R Mcnair, R Fisher, Leroy Jones, G Spivey, Trevor Smith, R Evens, J Webb

Lyric:
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love
Then we show you love back

Y'all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon' chill
Then we sit down and we build

My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin' up shop
And we ain't going nowhere

We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers
Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin' holes in vendettas

Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too much
(Naw, they can't cross you)

Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly

The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice

Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced

I'm slashing dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's

Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike

Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher
My squad is on fire

And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin' groove

Rules house of blues, MTV news
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)

Keep a shot runnin'
Now I'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me

I'm being felt
I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth
I'm 'bout my squad and myself

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest

They buggin', straight up and down
We run the underground like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch
Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more verses
Than the 'Book of Job'

Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous

Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us

Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular

I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister
C'mon

Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart

Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing
I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie

Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude

Let's G off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

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Now And Always - Lyrics - Life In Slow Motion - David Gray

Title: Now And Always
Album: Life In Slow Motion
Artist: David Gray
Composer(s): David Gray

Lyric:
You're in my mind baby, now and always
You're in my mind baby, now and always
The road I'm walking might fall away
You're in my mind baby, now and always

A bonfire smoking into a low sky
The sparks they fly up into a low sky
Would that these demons let me rest
They're with me Lord till the day that I die

Feast my eyes on sacred lies

I'll wind that blows in from all directions
I'll wind that blows in from all directions
Hey, easy boy giving it all away
And nothing left for your own protection

You're in my mind baby, now and always
You're in my mind baby, now and always
The road I'm walking might fall away
You're in my mind baby, now and always

Feast my eyes on sacred lies

The swans like ghosts on the jet black water
The swans are ghosts on the jet black water
Hey little baby, I'll hold you close
We'll glide like ghosts on the starry water

Away
The dogs are running away
The dogs are running away
The dogs are running away

The dogs are running away
The dogs are running away
The dogs are running
Dogs are running wild

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Way Of Life - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Way Of Life
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin

Lyric:
What you know about the running, the stretching
The cars, the weapons, the path, the journey
The jewels, the learning, the fear, the focus
The aches, the pains

The contact sparrin', the breaks, the sprains
The trial and error, the ranks, and belts
The spiritual growth, the science of breath
The tests, the techniques, the forms, the stances

The flow, the rhythm, the internal answers
The herbs, the healing, the quiet meditation
The truths reveal through daily dedication
The love for the art, the sweat on your shirt

The mind, the body, and the spirit that work
The feelings of failure, the hope to succeed
The battles of questions like
"Should I smoke weed?"

The water, the thirst, the cleansing, the blessings
The flash of insights, the teachings, the lessons
The grappling and locking, trapping and boxing
The training and slacking, the starting and stopping
And stayin' committed, when your homies ain't with it

The hours or practice after the class is finished
The 'cause of your ignorance, flaws in your discipline
Broken laws of nutrition, and pork and dishin'
The vitamins and supplements, salads and ointments

The kingships, pull joints in doctor appointments
The dues, the pads, the wraps, the gloves
The mouthpiece you left home, the taste of your own blood
The hunger, the blocks, the punches, the squats
The crunches, the example you set for the youngsters

The will, the skills, the kill or the hill
The separation between what's fake and what's real
The laws of physics, the class "comradely"
The vows of humility, the bow, the courtesy

Self defense doesn't mean you run and attack someone
But you do have the right to defend yourself
By any means necessary
If you in that position to defend yourself, ha

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Blind To The Truth - Lyrics - Dan Fogelberg

Title: Blind To The Truth
Artist: Dan Fogelberg
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg

Lyric:
In the overcrowded cities where the nights are bright as day
You spend your weekly paycheck and turn your eyes away
From the crisis we've created with our self indulgent ways
Living like there's no tomorrow, well, that just might be the case
Now they're tearing down the forests in the jungles of Brazil
Without a second thought about the species that they kill
But extinction is forever and still the forests fall
And push it ever closer to extinction for us all

But you're so blind to the truth, blind to the truth
And you can't see nothin'
'Cause you're so blind to the truth, blind to the truth
And the Judgement Day is comin'

Now the politicians bicker on the early evening news
Pledging their allegiance to whoever they can use
And the corporate bosses snicker as they watch the profits soar
They don't care what they make next month just as long as it is more
They take our farms and marshlands, drive nature to the wall
Just so they can build another god damn shopping mall
And it doesn't seem to matter if we cannot see the stars
Just as long as they can keep on building obsolescent cars

They're so blind to the truth, blind to the truth
No they can't see nothin'
(But money, money, money, money)
'Cause you're so blind to the truth, blind to the truth
But the Judgement Day is comin'

Now you cannot drink the water and you cannot breathe the air
The sky is ripping open and you still don't seem to care
The soil is tired and toxic and unable to provide
The clock is running out and there is nowhere left to hide
Now there's laws that we must live by and they're not the laws of man
Can't you see the shadow that moves across this land?
The future is upon us and there's so much we must do
And you know I can't ignore it and, my friend, neither can you

Unless you're blind to the truth, blind to the truth
And you can't see nothin'
You're so blind to the truth, blind to the truth
But the Judgement Day is comin'

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I Got Your Back - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: I Got Your Back
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): R Lewis, R Fisher, R Mcnair, G Spivey, L Jones, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Catching my fever
Rob the passenger, the last griever
You don't lone my squad?
Fuck y'all, we don't love your ass neither
Way off the meter

Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got heaters
Everything's alright
Let's get drink up inside of Cheetah's
Go up in Cheetah's
And see this motherfucker named Peter
Tried to stick me for five bricks
But his broads the schemer

Word is bond, I murder any bitch
That fuck with my niggas
Blow a hole up in your body
Straight dismantle your figure
A'yo where Rah Digga?

Scopin' out the little blaze chicken
Bitch stay trickin'
Fuckin' with my niggas
Gonna get her face kicked in

A'yo Spliff, what you starting at?
Them bitches over there
Or them bitches over there
Or them bitches right here?
Nah, that nigga on line
Motherfucker still drunk off'a Bacardi and lime

Spliff, I feel this way
If it's for my squad, let's play
Back him 'gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze

Mop up the floors
Splatter nigga's blood on the walls
Bust that nigga's shit
Make the nigga suffer for yours

And if they run up in your crib again
I got your back
Always keep the heat on me son
I got your back

I'ma hold you down until I die
I got your back
And if you ever need stacks, yo
I got your back

If I kill him and get knocked
I got your back
And if your bail is a hundred G's
I got your back

Any nigga try to set you up
I got your back
Yo let me set this shit off first, what?
I got your back

Fuck waiting
Bash his face for a statement
Cock the stainless
Make his whole chest cave in

Ooh, shit is changing
My whole adrenaline is racing
Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks
Wes Craven

A'yo Bus, Spliff, chill
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't do that nigga nothing
(Fuck that)
Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting
Yo, where the bitch that was with the nigga?

Caught her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin' stomped with the shells
I heard the bitch-nigga yell

Caught Peter, man, by the speaker
Looked me in the eye and didn't even know
I was his brother's keeper
Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper

Deeper and deeper
Nigga's vision start to black out, straight Grim Reaper
Still lookin for that nigga Peter
Chill, let's bounce
Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce
If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle

Yeah that's the shit I'm talking bout
Let's go fuck with his peoples
Nigga got a sister?
Yeah, she work up in Kids World

I don't know for sure
But I think the nigga live with is girl
There the nigga goes
Let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome

Chill Spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home
Rush the crib
Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking
Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin
Chop the bitch up

Caught up in this foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up
Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up

Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming
From the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running
Fuck that, there the motherfucker go right there
I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear
Yo, let me lift him

Wait, before that, let me go kiss him
Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me
My squad sworn to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently
I got your back

Any nigga ever try to front
I got your back
And if you ever need my burner son
I got your back

A'yo I hit you with my last, god
I got your back
Any bitch step outta place
I got your back

And if I gotta co-defend you
I got your back
Let me snuff that nigga talking shit
I got your back
I go against the world for my squad
I got your back

I got your back
I got your back
I got your back
I got your back

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Rendez-Voodoo - Lyrics - The Big Dirty - Every Time I Die

Title: Rendez-Voodoo
Album: The Big Dirty
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Buckley, Keith Buckley, Michael Novak, Andy Williams

Lyric:
You better show another piece of what
Let's stick to your mouth while the getting's good
'Cause you know that our highs are running low
And every new is getting old

Lord I've been down
Since You've been seeing another boy
Me and my girl are going to smoke the cigarettes
That we find in another mans tray

We're gonna pick all the meat
From the big city bones
Because the high is getting cold
Lord I'm not proud

Keep your chin up, the water will boil
The car man will come for us all
Make amends to anything you've ever loved
And open your arms to the swarm

We have salted the earth
Read how? Read how?
We have salted the earth
Read how? Read how?

You better drink up, get the sorrows in
'Cause we're coming to party and drinking
The nickels in, a few chirps and no ones allowed
Since all the lights are going out

The end is near, I will be delivered
We filled our belly's with so much repulsive flair
I'll explode if I'm not forgiven

Make amends with anything you've ever loved
And open your arms to the swarm

We have salted the earth
Read how? Read how?
We have salted the earth
Read how? Read how?

You better get it while the getting is good county boy
You know the highs are running low
You better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth
You need to learn to grow it out

There is no plaque for the beautiful
He dried the county making room for our graves
Well my time is sure taking it's time running out

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Ghetto Vampire - Lyrics - Chino Xl

Title: Ghetto Vampire
Artist: Chino Xl
Composer(s): Derek K Barbosa, David Axelrod, Robert Stevens

Lyric:
I don't know, I just think that's hell exploitive
You know, taking these metaphors and just butchering
Icons in the urban community, I don't know
It's like you sucking 'em dry, what are you, some kind of a vampire
Or something? Yeah, yeah, that's what you are, what? Ahh, what?
A ghetto vampire, that's it

So, where'd all this come from? Think back
Try to remember, think back, try to remember
I used to sit at the right hand of God in light and splendor
Lavishly spreading love that's all I remember

As time passes, I catches miracles He taught me
Everything except for some old man and breathe the breath of life
I tried, to just accept, He's my savior
But jealousy forced me into sacrilegious behavior

Enraged like I was no threat, I hated God's laughter
Waiting for the day the apprentice becomes the master
I'm cursed and damned, now to be a creature of the night
Un-living yet living off blood, fearer of the light

But I don't give a fuck, right, because I live forever
I see you all come and go and die and burn
And watch the world still turn, evil entity, time is resenting me
Thousands of years later, I must conceal my identity
A vampire

New heights, where it's so dark you need candlelights
To expose the black plague my left hand writes
Nights enveloping and developing pictures in your brain
Like a darkroom, in every monestary, where I spark boom

A cartoon style smile smirk, how's my emotionless killer clown
Synapse behaps relax the bastard black balloon
Nocturnal, high off the herbal, crowding back streets and projects
Illest nigga, coolest slang dialects
(Dialects)

Bite marks are what you feel if you're my victim
Poisons golden seal couldn't heal from your system
(From your system)
Nuts bust down the throats of mad crack heads
Fetal four-eye pleas, fuck it cops kill black kids

Sometimes, I wish I could stop the death the pain and the sin
But I'm fucked up create the libations that humans contain within
(Nasty)
After lightning strikes the steeple of your family church
I beg forgiveness from God but it never works

I know my soul ain't going to Heaven when I expire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire
I slit your throat and watch you shake if I desire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire

Bear witness to the sins of wicked messiah
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire
Who can I speak to? God is dead and the whole earth's on fire
Recognize the immortal ghetto vampire

Running from the sun by day it's become quite obvious
To the people surrounding me, I'm the wildest
Un-tamable, blood luster plus the high school yearbook photos
That I took in eighty-nine, show no sign of a face of mine
Intertwined my mind is a jungle full of cobwebs and tangled vines

And a glass mace even my closest friends are becoming afraid
Of how I, predicting what's happening and events
Prom dates found they're punctured, blood left pleading then lynched
That's just how I fucking express myself
When I consume your blood and leave you dead
Sorry, it's just to keep my health

Dark forces, police get nauseous from my trail of corpses
No stake through my heart, no Holy water and no priest with crosses
A woman's mind gets clouded by my handsome mannerisms
Listen obsessions bigger than Jackie Gleason's aneurysms

You caught up when my piercing eyes stare right through you
Stronger than the straightest greatest ancient Haitian voodoo
My unholy presence disturbs animals and children
Built a sacrificial altar behind an abandoned building

My sense of smell is heightened my sight is razor sharp
Serene that's Thorazine when I remove your beating heart
And then the blood starts, flowing
Now, I got your soul without you even knowing
Lying in a staircase covered in piss, body decomposing

I turn on sirens and I perpetuate gang violence
I'm the Devil that got Malcolm X sleeping in silence
Factual I poison anything that's natural
I kill love and I'm hope frozen up just like it's a statue

Vampires walk among us sucking life from our city
Keeping us in constant states of insecurity
The police watch 'em, they know me, ghetto vampire
The government check 'em, they know me, ghetto vampire

Churches and ministries, they know me, ghetto vampire
Niggaz slangin' that shit, they know me, ghetto vampire
Money hungry bitches, they know me, ghetto vampire
The whole school system, fucking ghetto vampires
The fucking media, they know me, ghetto vampires

Now, who's the vampire?

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All I Need - Lyrics - Nothing Left to Lose - Mat Kearney

Title: All I Need
Album: Nothing Left to Lose
Artist: Mat Kearney
Composer(s): Mathew Kearney

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Lyric:
Here it comes, it?s all blowing in tonight
I woke up this morning to a blood red sky
They?re burning on the bridge, turning off the lights
We?re on the run I can see it in your eyes

If nothing is safe then I don?t understand
You call me your boy but I?m trying to be the man
One more day and it?s all slipping with the sand
You touch my lips and grab the back of my hand
The back of my hand

Guess we both know we?re in over our heads
We got nowhere to go and no home that?s left
The water is rising on a river turning red
It all might be ok or we might be dead

If everything we?ve got is slipping away
I meant what I said when I said "until my dying day"
I?m holding on to you, holding on to me
Maybe it?s all gone black but you?re all I see
You?re all I see

The walls are shaking, I hear them sound the alarm
Glass is breaking so don?t let go of my arm
Grab your bags and a picture of where we met
All that we?ll leave behind and all that?s left

If everything we?ve got is blowing away
We?ve got a rock and a rock till our dying day
I?m holding on to you, holding on to me
Maybe it?s all we got but it?s all I need
You?re all I need

And if all we?ve got is what no one can break
I know I love you if that?s all we can take
The tears are coming down they?re mixing with the rain
I know I love you if that?s all we can take

A pool is running for miles on the concrete ground
We?re eight feet deep and the rain is still coming down
The TV?s playing it all out of town
I'm grabbing at the fray for something that won?t drown

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Canned Heat - Lyrics - Synkronized - Jamiroquai

Title: Canned Heat
Album: Synkronized
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Simon Katz, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Wallis Buchanan, Toby Smith

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Lyric:
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then my chance to get to heaven slipped
I used to worry about the future
But then I threw my caution to the wind

I had no reason to be care free, no, no, no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down

Dance, nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups
Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent, hey, hey

It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got
I know I never ever felt like this before
I don't know what to do but then that's nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through

Hey dancing nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Hey, got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

You know, know, know I'm gonna dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight baby
You know I've got canned heat up my heels

You know this boogie is for real
Only the wind can blow the answer
And she cries to me when I'm asleep
She says you know that you can go much faster
I know that peoples' talk can be so cheap, hey

I got this voodoo child in veined on me
I'm gonna use my power to ascend
You know I got these running heels to use
Sometimes there's no way I lose, I was born to run and built to last
You've never seen my feet 'cause they move so fast

Dance yeah, hey nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance, hey
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

Hey, I've got to dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight, baby

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
You know I'm gonna dance my blues away

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, come on got canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight, baby

Hey, got so much

Dance, hey, DJ let the music play
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ let the music play
(I'm gonna let this party live)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I'm gonna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Party live, I'm gonna let this party live, hey)
I'm gonna let this party live
Canned heat in my heels tonight

Dance, you know this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat in my heels
Dance, gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, you know, you know this boogie this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat, canned heat in my heels
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight

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Consuming Impulse - Lyrics - Exhumed

Title: Consuming Impulse
Artist: Exhumed
Composer(s): Michael Robert Beams, Matthew David Harvey

Lyric:
Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter
As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes
Days without sustenance spent shackled and fettered
Emaciated torso aches for the warm taste of flesh

I will make a meal of you, your hunger I'll sate
Saw off your leg at the knee to put on your dinner plate
Try not to wince at the pain that you feel
As I mince up your calf to prepare your next meal

Cauterize the gargled wound to stave off the hemorrhage
You should savor the thought of your repast
Choke down this bitter meal in spite of your revulsion
Though how long can your source of food last?

Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed your own flesh
If you don't eat up, you're truly dead meat
Legs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps
In this case you really are what you eat

Autophagous gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming impulse
Ingest your corpse to be

Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is served
Waste not ; want not, though there's not much to conserve
Severed and severely served upon a platter of splatter
After a while the source of the sustenance barely even matters

Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glut
Piece by piece you are fed the chicest cuts
As the dinner-bell rings your bloody chops are feverishly licked
At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and browned on a spit

Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecine
Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicine
Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with delight
Digesting your death with each grotesque bloody bite

What's eating you? The question seems to moot
Scraping chunks of your feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot
Bash open bones picked clean to suckle at the marrow
As your culinary milieu of options inexorably narrows

Autophagous gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming impulse
Ingest your corpse to be

Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this slaughter
Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, whiskey and water
Sometimes survival will cost you an arm and a leg
Your spittle running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs

Masticate your own genitals, choke on your bludgeoned testicles
With a hunger that will not be denied
The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty teats
That I'll be stuffing your face with tonight

Puking up your own skin, just to devour it again
Is a treat you'll save for dessert
Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and crunched
As your overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts

Your crudely resected anatomy is a wretched grisly sight
But your stumps once arms just whet your appetite
Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and wrists ravenously
Devouring your shredded survival in fleshly chunks and meaty bits

Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at your own intestines
Bones from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection
Clutch at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps
Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque tumescent clumps

Remaining fingers prying off your succulent gouged out gums
Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue
But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous abandon
Fall out of the gaping that you have torn in your intestines

Gnash the meat from your avulsed face in a frenzied rush
No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left uncrushed
Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle down your face, your hunger
Undiminished, only when your partially devoured innards
Prolapse will this meal at last be finished

Autophagous gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming impulse
Excrete your corpse to be

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Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3 - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Vincent Segal, Tom William Shimura, Saul Stacey Williams

Lyric:
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate

Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith

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Remember Them Days - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Remember Them Days
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Michael Sandlofer, Dwight Grant, E Jeffers

Lyric:
Yeah, uh it's all good now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now, we out the hood now
It's all good now
We out the hood now
It's all good now, NU

Who thought we'd see the day when we're kick our feet up
Lay back, exhale, haa, put the heat up
No stress, no scale, no jail could keep us
Only case we catching now would be a misdemeanor
Remember we used to hustle thinking life would cheat us
Not knowing if we struggled life would treat us
Think on how mommy carried us, where life gon' lead us?
Knowing if we getting married, our wife will need us

If at one time you could look into my mind
When I close my eyes and remember them times
No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners
No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner
Welfare and white landlord, that life ain't easy
Only ones is moving up was George and Weezy
All my sugar water babies who live in autos, it's crazy
You keep it in the dark, I'mma speak it from the heart

Remember dem days, livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days, thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days, not knowing which way to route, uhh
It's all good now, we out the hood now
Remember dem days, all of us under the covers
Remember dem days, heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days, thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now, we out the hood now

Remember kids who run the block
You never thought they would get harmed
Only time our block got wet is when is sprinklers loose on
Think about that time dawg that wasn't long
Now that we got kids think when we was born
Coming up in my hood was hard, every day my mom cooked with lard
Fucked up I couldn't feed myself, living life no means of wealth
Eating shit I can't believe myself, that's not a joke

Man I was dealt these cards and I played dem out
Yeah the road was rough but I made a route
Now picture running extension cords from your neighbor's house
To get lights, fuck Max on the latest routes
Used to close my eyes try to fade it out
Dumb niggas in the hood think I made it out
Man that showed me just where they mental at
And tell me half of these cats ain't been through Jack

Remember dem days, livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days, thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days, not knowing which way to route, uhh
It's all good now, we out the hood now
Remember dem days, all of us under the covers
Remember dem days, heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days, thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now, we out the hood now

Yo, every day I think Deke and Rola
For introducing me to Dame and Hovah
Ever since that day I met Jay, man, I knew my pain was over
They let me in this game it's over
Mom, I know I put you through hell, but now I'm gonna order you heaven
No more temporary layoffs like Florida Evans
Ain't no good times about dat there
Your boy rhyme now, and it's fine now, we out dat there

Fuck that Access car
I'mma work extra hard to turn that into a platinum express car
You can have sweet dreams at night
Your boy ain't out there with dem toys and them pings at night
All dem cracks and the gats left that life alone
It's the tracks and the raps and the microphone
Wish y'all would fuck that up now
Shit it's all good now, we out the hood now

Remember dem days, livin' all days in doubt
Remember dem days, thinking there's no way out
Remember dem days, not knowing which way to route, uhh
It's all good now, we out the hood now
Remember dem days, all of us under the covers
Remember dem days, heating up the house with the oven
Remember dem days, thinking that life ain't love us, come on
It's all good now, we out the hood now

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