98 Degrees - Take My Breath Away Lyrics

98 Degrees - Take My Breath Away Video

Oh..

Oh..

Oh yeah, oh yeah

 

If I had castles build-on high

I'd find a million ways to write your name

Against the sky

Just to let you know you've caught my eye

And if I had more than wealth could buy

I'd sell it all and start again

For just a chance with you

Girl, I'd give my all to win your love

 

And I would be rich

And I would build all my world around you

Just to show you

How you take my breath away, oh yeah

And you would find love, sweet lady

Nobody else this side of heaven knows

How you take my breath away

 

If I could turn the day to night

If I had faith to walk on water

Maybe you would see

The reason I thank God for miracles

'Cause baby when you walked into sight

You turned an ordinary man like me into a king

I would do anything to win your love

 

And I would be rich

And I would build all my world around you

Just to show you

How you take my breath away, oh yeah

And you would find love, sweet lady

Nobody else this side of heaven knows

How you take my breath away

 

I think there's something here worth saying

I don't want to scare you

So let me make my wish

And hope that you believe

In simple love, like I do

Say that it's true, baby

'Cause you've got me shakin'

My breath has now been taken

I've got to overcome this achin

To win your love

 

And I would be rich

(To win your love)

And I would build all my world around you

(I'd build all my world around you)

Just to show you

How you take my breath away

And you would find love

(And you would find love)

Oh sweet lady

Nobody else this side of heaven knows

How you take my breath away

 

Take my breath, oh..

Take my breath

Take my breath (Oh..)

How you take my breath away

 

Take my breath, oh..

Take my breath

Take my breath (Oh..)

How you take my breath away

 

I love you

(And I would be rich)

I wanna win you

(And I would build all my world around you)

Yes I do, yes I do

(Just to show you)

Your heart, your mind, your soul, your time

(How you take my breath away)

 

Take my breath, oh..

Take my breath

Nobody else this side of heaven knows

How you take my breath away

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911 - More Than A Woman Lyrics

911 - More Than A Woman Video

Doo doo doo doo

More than a woman

Doo doo doo doo

Oh, girl I've known you very well

I've seen you growing everyday

I never really looked before

(But now you take my breath away).

Suddenly you're in my life

Part of everything I do

You've got me working day and night

(Just trying to keep a hold on you).

Refrain 1:

Here in your arms I found my paradise

My only chance for happiness

And if I lose you now I think I would die.

Bridge:

Oh, say you'll always be my baby

We can make it shine, we can take forever

Just a minute at a time.

Chorus:

Oh...

(More than a woman)

(More than a woman to me), baby

(More than a woman), more than a woman

More than a woman to me.

Doo doo doo doo

More than a woman

Doo doo doo doo

Oh, girl, there are stories old and true

Of people so in love like you and me

And I can see myself

 

(Let history repeat itself).

Reflecting how I feel for you

Thinking about those people then

I know that in a thousand years

(I'd fall in love with you again).

Refrain 2:

This is the only way that we should fly

This is the only way to go

And if I lose your love now I think I would die.

(Repeat Bridge & Chorus)

Doo doo doo doo

More than a woman

Doo doo doo doo

Chorus 2:

Oh...

(More than a woman), more than a woman

(More than a woman to me), yes you are, baby

(More than a woman), more than a woman

More than a woman to me.

(Doo doo doo doo), hooh, baby

(More than a woman)

(Doo doo doo doo), Oh... yeah, yeah, yeah

(More than a woman), more than a woman

(More than a woman to me)

(More than a woman), more than a woman

(More than a woman to me), everyday of my life

(More than a woman), oh, baby

(More than a woman to me)

(More than a woman), more than a woman

(More than a woman to me)

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Young Buck - Do It Like Me Lyrics

Young Buck - Do It Like Me Video

(Young Buck)

All My Thugs And Thugettes

Walk Where I Walk, See What I See

Now I Welcome You All To Cashville, Tennekee, bitch

All My Life, I Hustle'd All Night

Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice

And I Did It All, Without Ya'll Advice

I Done Been To Hell And Back, Twice

 

You Cant Do It Like Me!

 

Now As The World Turns, I Let My Blunt Burn

Police Writin' Down My Tags, Like Im Con'cerned (fuck em)

I Graduated From The Nickels And Dimes

You Need The F.E.D.'s Bitch, To Come Get Mine

Get On The Grind Hoe, And Stay The Fuck Up Outta Mine Fo'

The Kid's Find Daddy Lay'd Out With His Eyes Closed

I Know, Can't Be Humble In The Jungle

Give A Nigga An Inch, He'll Take A Whole Mile From Ya'

So I Bust First, Fuck This Earth Nigga

Whats Worse? Wakin' Up In The Pen, Or Sleepin' Up Under The Dirt

Boo Yow! Is The Sound Of The 40 Cal.

AK's Bananna Clips Hold A 100 Rounds

Test Me, Rude Boy Don't Want None

Got Jamacan's And Hasian's Buck, Buck, Buckin' They Gun

Where The Hood At? Nigga, That's Where I Come From

Where Shoot Dice, Snort White, Sell Crack And Heroine

 

(Hook-Young Buck)

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too

But Nobody Gon' Rock With You

Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)

(50 Cent)

Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear

(Young Buck)

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too

But Nobody Gon' Rock With You

Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)

(50 Cent)

Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear

(Young Buck)

G-UNIT!!!

 

Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To

Why They Go Get They Metal Detector's When We Come Through

Yall, I Know We Got Beef, And Niggas Say They Wanna Kill Us

But You Can't Get Mad, Cuz The Whole World Feel Us

Do The Math, Half Of These Niggas Lying In They Rhymes

They Don't Even Read The Paper Work, Just Sign On The Line

I Got A 9, And A Heart To Go Get Mine

And I'll Be God Damn, If I Take A Loss This Time

I'm Fishline, In The Water, Nibble Only To Get Caught

May I Take Ya' Order? Yah, I Can Get It In New York

See The Streets Know, This Nigga Here'll Let The Heat Go

Be Low, Don't Be No Muthafuckin' Hero

A Kilo'll Get A Nigga Whole Click Killed

You Ain't Gotta Spend Shit, Niggas'll Hustle Up A Mill

When You Live With All The Roaches, You Kill All The Rats

And The Thugs, That Ain't Focused, Get They Head Cracked

 

(Hook-Young Buck)

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too

But Nobody Gon' Rock With You

Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)

(50 Cent)

Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear

(Young Buck)

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too

But Nobody Gon' Rock With You

Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)

(50 Cent)

Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear

(Young Buck)

G-UNIT!!!

 

I Know I Got A Dirty Mouth, Bitch I'm From The South

I'm Nuthin Like What You Done Seen Or You Done Heard About

I'm In My Best On The Block, A Vest And A Glock, And The Rest In My Sock

Unless I Was Pac, You Wont See Me With A Cross On My Back

Gotta Do My Own Thang, I Can't Copy That Cat

Let Me Holla At Ya' For A Minute Man

If Ya Stand For Nuthin' Nigga, You'll Fall For Anythang

I'm Bustin Any Brain, They Say That I'm Insaine

But I Came In This Game With Cocaine In My Viens

What I'm Sayin, That I'm Trained To Go And Turn A Penny To A 20

You Complain, I'd Rather Work With What He Sent Me, Ain't It Strange?

How I Went From A Hoopty To A Bently, I Ain't Changed

I'm In The Hood, You Want Me? Come And Get Me

Feel My Pain, But Don't Feel Sorry For Me

Cuz They're Some Kids In Samalia With Nuthin To Eat

 

(Hook-Young Buck)

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too

But Nobody Gon' Rock With You

Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)

(50 Cent)

Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear

(Young Buck)

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too

But Nobody Gon' Rock With You

Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)

(50 Cent)

Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear

(Young Buck)

G-UNIT!!!

 

(50 Cent)

Hold on a second homie,

Hold on a second homie

Hold on a second home

Let's get this clear

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Velvet Revolver - Big Machine Lyrics

Velvet Revolver - Big Machine Video

I don't know

Because she says so

He's a faggot boy

The TV says so

He's a junkie piece of shit

Because he says so

 

All that first-class jet set

Brings me down, down, down

All that first-class drug shit

Brings me down, down, down

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

 

Get away without borders

I'm a slave, New World Order

I guess I chose to be

I guess I chose to be

I guess I chose to be

I guess I chose to be

 

All that first-class jet set

Brings me down, down, down

All that first-class drug shit

Brings me down, down, down

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

 

Hope I teach my son

How to be a man

Now before he hits 35

Comic book lives don't really

Have any real life do they now?

 

Hope I teach my son

How to be a man

Now before he hits 35

Comic book lives don't really

Have any real life do they now?

 

-Solo-

 

I don't know

Because she says so

He's a faggot boy

The TV says so

He's a junkie piece of shit

Because he says so

 

All that first-class jet set

Brings me down, down, down

All that first-class drug shit

Brings me down, down, down

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

 

We're all slaves to a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

 

-Solo-

 

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

It's a big machine, it's a big machine

We're all slaves to a big machine

All tied up to a big machine

I got houses, got cars

I got a wife, I got kids

Got money in the bank

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Trick Daddy - Hold On Lyrics

Trick Daddy - Hold On Video

Hey cue that shit that the verse mixed up

 

(See what I'm sayin'?)

 

Gotsta hold on

I been trapped for so long

Gotsta hold on

I been trapped for so long

Gotsta hold on

I been trapped for so long

Gotsta hold on

 

See,

See marijuana got me copin' wit my problems

And Hennessy got me hopin' I could solve em

My baby mama full of drama

Tryin' to scar me

But unlike my old sorry ass father I tried harder

My baby raised to hate her daddy

Her mammy playa hate and wishin' that she had me

She hate to see me on tha street

And still on my feet

Betta yet this bitch wish them crackers had me

See everybody wantsa hustle

But don't nobody wanna suffer

Nobody wantsta die 'Cause they all bustas

And suckaz

Ain't never gon have nothin'

'Cause they be frontin'

Gotta sacrifice

Three time for every dime they be wantin'

And believe me

Being a thug it ain't that easy

I once was a fool but see they had to free me

I'm undercover man

But still they ain't respectin' me

Tryin' to get the best of me constantly stressin' me

 

Hook

 

We gotta hold on (hold on)

See you must be strong (so strong)

Against thug happiness (gotsta hold on)

You can go wrong (I been trapped for so long)

For my homies in the hood (gotsta hold on)

What will you do (I been trapped or so long)

Which life will you choose (gotsta hold on)

 

(I been trapped for so long)

 

See big daddy gave her diamond rings

He introduced her to the finer things

Looked out started buyin' her things

Minor things for the small change

And had her off the chain

And it's a awful thang

She ain't even cost a thang

Even though I'm thugged out

She loved how

I did wrong for so long

 

And still got by

See thug money got blood on it

Plus it leave residue

Boy I'm tellin' you

I put mo bread on it

I lost a homie in the struggle right

And just the other night

Somebody tried to take my dog's life

Attempted homicide

They outside and ain't gon let em ride

Don't wanna talk

And ain't gon let em slide

They want war instead

They want more for dead

Rather die open fire or do life for theirs

Take a life instead

Kill his wife in bed

Ten times to tha head

What tha shooter said?

 

Hook

 

See

I thinkin' 'bout when I was younger

I had to hustle in the summer

No time for cryin' had to help my mama

Any time and any weather

Whatever's clever

And hardly ever never

Had to step and get my shit together

I left my homies in tha pen and reason being

See every man got his own sin

But I'm a always remember ya'll

'Cause after all ya'll still my dogs

And when ya jump we can still ball

My nigga Ronnie, Lil Willie and Fat Fred

Big Black, my dog Sparky and Lil Ed

It be times like this

I sit around like this

Cryin' 'bout this

Thinkin' why my clique

Gotta go and die like this

No duckin'

No fearin' nothin'

Hearin' nothin' stayin' rich but buggin'

We call that thuggin'

But don't be thuggin' for nothin' own somethin'

Do or ya kids and ya mama

Save the drama

Young nigga hold on

 

Hook

 

Na it ain't no time or no suicidal shit nigga

While you still thinkin' you a thug

You might as well go head and suffer

'Cause that's what we doin'

That's what it's about

I ya forgot

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Rhett Akins - That Ain't My Truck Lyrics

Rhett Akins - That Ain't My Truck Video

(verse one)

She's been going out with him

She's been going out with me

Said she'd let us know by tonight which one it would be

So I waited by the phone

But she never called me up

Had to know what was going on

So I drove by her house, and sure enough...

(Chorus)

That ain't my truck in her drive

Man this ain't my day tonight

Looks like she's in love and I'm out of luck

That ain't my shadow on her wall

Lord this don't look good at all

That's my girl, my whole world

But that ain't my truck

(verse two)

I pulled over by the curb

I've been sitting here all night

Wondering what it was I did so wrong that he did so right

I thought of breaking down the door

But there's nothing left to say

That Chevy 4x4 says it all

Sitting in my place

(Chorus)

That ain't my truck in her drive

Man this ain't my day tonight

Looks like she's in love and I'm out of luck

That ain't my shadow on her wall

Lord, this don't look good at all

That's my girl

My whole world

But that ain't my truck

That ain't my shadow on her wall

Lord this don't look good at all

That's my girl

My whole world

But that ain't my truck

That's my girl

My whole world

But that ain't my truck

That's my girl....my whole world... (repeat to fade)

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Reo Speedwagon - One Lonely Night Lyrics

Reo Speedwagon - One Lonely Night Video

You and your baby

Had some words today

Til not another word

Was left to say

 

I see that grin, boy

Maybe you think you'll win, boy

Until the sun goes down

And once again, boy

 

One lonely night

One lonely night

That's all it takes to

Completely break you

 

They say it's darkest

Right before the dawn

But, oh, those darkest hours

Can be so long

 

You're feelin' strong, boy

Tellin' yourself she's wrong, boy

But how much longer can

This night go on, boy

 

One lonely night

One lonely night

That's all it takes to

Completely break you

 

One lonely night

One lonely night

That's all it takes to

Completely break you

 

Ooh, she's such a good find

Have you gone and lost your mind

You should know she's one of a kind

 

Ooh, she's such a good find

Have you gone and lost your mind

You should know she's one of a kind

 

Just one lonely night

One lonely night

That's all it takes to

Completely break you

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Redman - Pick It Up Lyrics

Redman - Pick It Up Video

Pick it up, pick it up (4X)

If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker

What the fuck you gon do

Pick it up, pick it up (3X)

 

Verse One:

 

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check

The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque

Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks

Then tap your man back and be like Did you see that??

Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West

Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess

We bless, mics, three times a day

Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels

Strictly laughing at MC's

Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep

Niggaz be like Ahh he changed his style up

Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah

It's nine-six so get with it

Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin

Listen, must we forget, I originated

All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit

That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit

Brick City!! Is where I get down kid

Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince

Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit

 

PPP got the glocks and tecs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

Say what? Got some fly shit on deck

Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck

PPP got the glocks and tecs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

 

Verse Two:

 

First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up

Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up

Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas

To all MC's, I love it that you hate us

Drop skills that might send wind chill factors

Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack

Step uncorrect and get blackened

The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men

I don't tote guns I tote funds

While you still puzzled how my antidote runs

Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it

Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it

You remind me of school on a Sunday

No class, beatin all King's down

Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast

Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz

Back, nobody got the Red shook

Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH

Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me

That's why them hardcore promoters still book me

You shook G... word up... hah hah...

 

If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker

What the fuck you gon do

Pick it up, pick it up

If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground

What the fuck you gon do

Pick her up, pick her up

I keep it fly y'all

Fly fly y'all (5X)

 

Verse Three:

 

Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's

We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees

Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's

We bag for cheese just to get weed

Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese

Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves

Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts

Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch

At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C

S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy

Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah

Where was I? Oh yes

Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress

Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc

Another nigga smoked from impression

Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin

Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped

And I still walk around with the hooked up

Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government

Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic

How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches

And uptown got the la-la spots

And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks

But still, I walk around with the grill

Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real

I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit

Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents

To any, MC who wonder what got in me

To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi

It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot

Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on

*static from radio surfing*

 

Thanks Bill

This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark

We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots

That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit

During our stay in Da Bricks

Although we suffered minor setback this week

When our TV satellite van was stolen

We managed to get around best way possible

We had chances to see spots like

Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave

Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen

19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now

There's someone about to go for their drugs

Or as they would say, stash

Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?

 

(Redman)

Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*

 

This here, is the telephone line

Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark

Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do

Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress

Shhh...

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Raekwon - Incarcerated Scarfaces Lyrics

Raekwon - Incarcerated Scarfaces Video

Intro: LP Version

He looks determined without being ruthless

Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him

Doesn't look like a killer

Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream

Full of passion

 

You don't trust me, huh?

Well you know why

I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway

 

Raekwon the Chef

Knock niggaz out the box all the time

Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah

Big ones, yeah, big fuckers

Straight up, fuck your whole team

Yeah bust it

Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz

 

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out

It's for real though, let's connect politic ditto!

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

 

Thug related style attract millions Fans,

They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?

Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose

Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised

Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin

Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin

Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps

Raise a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?

Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars

Word life, peace to power and my whole unit

Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it

Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic Kid

 

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out

It's for real though, let's connect politic ditto!

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

 

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable

Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue

But this time is for the uninvited

Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired

Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine

Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene

But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up

My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up

Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs

Wit Mac-10's and broke friends

Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do

You wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?

I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax

Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga

Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles

You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped

For real, it's just slang rap democracy

Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees

Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin salads

We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas

I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell

From where we at to my man's cell

From staircase to stage, minimun wage

But soon to get a article in RapPage

But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac

Bank account fat it's goin' down like that

And pardon the French but let me speak Italian

Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin

That means the island of Staten

And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

 

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out

It's for real though, let's connect politic ditto!

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

 

I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza

Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers

Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones

Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one

Upstairs, switch like a chameleon, Hip Brazilians

Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the buildin

Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes

Under pressure like Lou Farigno on coke

Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs

Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs

Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks

On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots

You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds

Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds

Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it

Like a 27-inch Zenith believe it!

 

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out

It's for real though, let's connect politic ditto!

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

 

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out

It's for real though, let's connect politic ditto!

... get lifted in the staircases

... peace incarcerated scarfaces

 

... time is runnin out

... politic ditto!

 

... incarcerated scarfaces

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Paramore - Feeling Sorry Lyrics

Paramore - Feeling Sorry Video

We still live in the same town, well don't we?

But I don't see you around anymore

I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you

Your days are numbered at twenty-four

 

And I'm getting bored waiting around for you

We're not getting any younger, and I

Won't look back 'Cause there's no use

It's time to move forward

 

I feel no sympathy

You live inside a cave

You barely get by

The rest of us are trying

There's no need to apologize

I've got no time for feeling sorry

 

Well I try not to think of what might happen

When your reality, it finally cuts through

Well, as for me I got out and I'm on the road

The worst part it that this (this!), this could be you

 

You know it too, you can't run from your shame

You're not getting any younger, and time

Keeps passing by, but you wave it away

It's time to roll over

 

I feel no sympathy

You live inside a cave

You barely get by

The rest of us are trying

There's no need to apologize

I've got no time for feeling sorry

 

And all the best lies

They are told with fingers tied

So cross them tight,

Won't you promise me tonight

If it's the last thing you do, you'll get out

 

I feel no sympathy

You live inside a cave

You barely get by

The rest of us are trying

There's no need to apologize

I've got no time, I've got no time

 

I feel no sympathy

You live inside a cave

You barely get by

The rest of us are trying

There's no need to apologize

Got no time

 

I've got no time for feeling sorry!

I've got no time for feeling sorry!

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