You Nearly Lose Your Mind - Lyrics - Ernest Tubb

Title: You Nearly Lose Your Mind
Artist: Ernest Tubb
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb

Lyric:
Well, if you love your mama and you treat her right
But she keeps on fussin' at you everyday and night
And she's triflin' on you, they'll do it every time

And when your baby starts steppin'
Lord, you nearly lose your mind

Now if your mama's mean, take a tip from me
Lock her up at home but Lord hang on to that key
'Cause she won't triflin' on you, she'll do it every time

And when your baby starts steppin'
Lord, you nearly lose your mind

But if your mama's good I'll tell you what to do
Give her lots of lovin', Lord, but watch her closely too
'Cause she's gonna trifle on you, they'll do it every time

And when your baby starts steppin'
Lord, you nearly lose your mind

Now you come home to your mama, find your clothes ain't clean
You can bet you're slippin' if you know just what I mean
'Cause she's been triflin' on you, they'll do it every time

And when your baby starts steppin'
Lord, you nearly lose your mind

Now you may have a mama who says that she is true
But wait till you get down and out and really need her too
She'll trifle on you, they'll do it every time

And when your baby starts steppin'
Lord, you nearly lose your mind

Now I've been lotta places, not much I ain't done
But when it comes to women, Lord, I just don't trust no one
Because they'll trifle on ye, they'll do it every time

And when your baby starts steppin'
Lord, you nearly lose your mind

Nearly drive you crazy

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You Nearly Lose Your Mind - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: You Nearly Lose Your Mind
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb

Lyric:
Well, if you love your mama and you treat her right
But she keeps on fussin' at you every day and night
And she's triflin' on ye they'll do it every time
And when your baby starts to steppin'
Lord you nearly lose your mind

Now if your mama's mean take a tip from me
Lock her up at home, Lord and hang on to the key
'Cause she won't triflin' on ye they'll do it every time
And when your baby starts to steppin'
Lord you nearly lose your mind

But if your mama's good, I'll tell you what to do
Give her lots of lovin' and what she wants to do
She'll trifle on ye they'll do it every time
And when your baby starts to steppin'
Lord you nearly lose your mind

Now you come home to your mama find your clothes ain't clean
You can bet you're slippin' if you know just what I mean
'Cause she's been triflin' on ye they'll do it every time
And when your baby starts to steppin'
Lord you nearly lose your mind

Now you may have a mama who says that she is true
But wait till you get down and out and really leave her too
She'll trifle on ye they'll do it every time
And when your baby starts to steppin'
Lord you nearly lose your mind

Now I've been lotta places not much I ain't done
But when it comes to women I just don't trust a one
Because they'll trifle on ye they'll do it every time
And when your baby starts to steppin'
Lord you nearly lose your mind
(Really drive you crazy)

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Heartbreak Suzie - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Heartbreak Suzie
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Robert Mcdona Livingston, Orville Burrell, Paul Crosdale, Melbourne Miller, Donald Dennis

Lyric:
Heartbreak Suzie playing with my mind
(Me can't believe the girl have me under so much raps)
Heartbreak Suzie don't you waste my time
(Make my heart a beat rapid)
(Shags man and the gold mine upon a different tip)
Heartbreak Suzie playing with my mind
(This is what you call a dancehall romance)
Heartbreak Suzie don't you waste my time
(She have me in a fantasy island)

Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay

Wasn't it you who left me alone?
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone?
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home?
Wasn't it you who wanted life alone?
You must be crazy
(You must him mottle)
To still want to be my lady
You must be crazy
To still want to be my lady, hey
(I know now fi tell her say, ha)

You said you wanted a break up
Your love was a fake
There was a mistake made
You said you wanted a break up
Your love was a fake
There was a mistake made

I reminisce about the time we had just me and you
And how much days and nights we spent upon that lonely cruise
You were the only one for me I bet I could not lose
And out of many beautiful women you are the one I choose
To love and honor and protect and even say "I do"
But then you wanted us to part and that's when I refused
But still you left anyway and suddenly I had the blues
Now here's a the pass and no one else could ever fill your shoes

You sending me up bringing me down
Got my head just spinning around
Come on in get on out
Baby, why you wanna go that route?
Say, you must be crazy
(Hey girl you must have giddy)
To still want to be my lady, yeah
(Mr. Lover, come back to me, ha)

Nothing in this world could extinguish my flames
You are the only one I wanted to bare my name
All of a sudden I notice you playing mind games
Giving me migraine, so much emotional pain
You were the one and no one else could make that claim
It's a shame to see the relationship down the drain
Now you want us back together and it won't be the same
What your aim, is it to cause me more pain?

Heartbreak Suzie playing with my mind
Heartbreak Suzie don't you waste my time
(You're wasting my time)
Heartbreak Suzie playing with my mind yey
(Step a fall and beat)
Heartbreak Suzie don't you waste my time

Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay

Wasn't it you who left me alone?
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone?
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home?
Wasn't it you who wanted life alone?
You must be crazy
(Got me turn on the side ya say quieter)
To still want to be my lady
You must be crazy
(She's a naughty)
To still want to be my lady

Huh
Ring a ring a Rosie gal a so you Boise
Sweeter than that nobody can understand
Now you could have broken my heart inna so much section
Mash me up until me nearly turn in a mad man
Walk and kick stone and turn over rubbish pan
Now you want me back I know I'll be a senseless man
Naw go end up inna the same situation
Go try to find another goon fi turn in a cartoon
So what

You said you wanted a break up
(Heartbreak Suzie)
Your love was a fake
(You must be crazy)
There was a mistake made
(Crazy crazy)
You said you wanted a break up
(Heartbreak Suzie)
Your love was a fake
(Uh)
There was a mistake made

Wasn't it you who left my home?
Wasn't it you who wanted life alone?
(Uh)
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone?
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home?
You must be crazy
(Can't believe this girl)
To still want to be my lady
(You know what I tell about)
You must be crazy
(She can not kiss)
To still want to be my lady
(An amount up of cash a knocked the down)

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Criminal Minded - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Criminal Minded
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): S Larock, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
'Cause then you'll begin to master
Rhymin', rhymin', rhymin'

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin', for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this

Page, a rage and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
Ain't here for no frontin', just to say a little somethin'
Ya suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin'

However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter
My all around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file

I don't beg favors, you're kissin' other people's
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
Attractin' only women, got no time for little girls

'Cause girls look so good
But their brain is not ready, I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
'Cause her mind is so steady, so here we go

I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid
But I bust more shots than they ever did

I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section
But how many times must I point you in the right direction
You need protection, when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe

You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar
If this was a class well, it would go right under drama
See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
Talkin' big words on the mic but still irrelevant

Especially when you're not, college material
Wake up every mornin' to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree
Blastmaster KRS writes poetry

I won't go deeper in the subject 'cause that gets me bored
It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud
Sayin' styles like this to create a diss
But if you listen, who you dissin'? See I am a musician

Rappin' on the mic like this to me is fine
'Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both criminal minded

We're not promoting violence, we're just havin' some fun
He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One
Never off-beat 'cause it don't make sense
Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense

You waited, debated and now you activated
A musical genius that could not be duplicated
See I have the formula for rockin' the house
If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth

It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple
Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled
The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E
Sayin' rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983

Well versed, to rehearse and my rhymes are my curse
Originality come first but the suckers get worse
Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
Poetic education of a high altitude

I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician
A genius when it comes to makin' music with ambition
I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed
Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record

Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
After years of rockin' parties now I picked up the knack

Because everythin' that flows from out my larynx
Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex
Is it real or is it Memorex?

I'm livin' in a city known as New York State
Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate
I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
People with ambition and straight up musicians

Although our lives have been so uprooted
I have it included, you all get zooted
So take each letter of the KRS-One
Means knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone

You look at me and laugh, but this is your class
It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin'
So now you are awakened to the music I be makin'
Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated

Don't get frustrated 'cause nothin' has been traded
Only activated, it came out very complicated
Not separated, from my DJ, you see my voice is now faded
I'll see you folks around the way, criminal minded
Criminal minded, criminal minded, criminal minded

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Chad Valley - Lyrics - Finley Quaye

Title: Chad Valley
Artist: Finley Quaye
Composer(s): Finley Quaye-Mcgowan

Lyric:
Her name was Suzy
Met her in a Ja'causezi
Nearly twice my age
She had a son my age
From sepultura
To Bali
I'm made of metal
I was born in a desert
And I haven't seen water for years
Her Kawasaki
Runs on saki
You can burn rubber but it takes a while
She took a quarter mile with a smile

You don't phone me
You don't answer my call
I don't want to lose you
For lollapalooza
You and me
On TV

I love you smile
Tribal war
We're not into that
Bbc
Mtv
National tabloid
National front line
Watch your business
Mind your business

Manimal
Understandable
I signed with Sony
You ride a pony
You wear stilettos
Check your history
I love to burn weed
Learn to love electro
Can't find no cooks on a Sunday
Gonna take some of this money
And open up my own chicken run
Ital is vital
Use your fork
You know Bjork
You know New York
Bathe in the dark
You can point out a shark
You test me
Talk to you manana
You are my familiar
Walk with you tomorrow
I don't know who's got a bigger trigger
But I don't think of myself as a PCP Lsd THC
Yes mister t come make a track with me
You don't phone me
You don't answer my call say
You'll embarrass me
And I just laughed at you

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