Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

[Hook:]
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
They wanna rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up
Rinse me out, use me up, cuss me down, fuck me up

[Verse 1:]
Sometimes when I'm on my own
And there ain't no one around I feel all alone
Laying in my bed I'm a nervous wreck
And I wind myself up until I'm vexed
Keep telling myself they're out to get me
And I ain't sure who, so I make it up
Come to my own conclusions I'm crazy
Start thinking up all kinds of stuff
Like, fuck my girl, I know she cheating
That golddigger bitch just thieving
Act like I don't care but I'm grieving
Start switching up for no reason
Told myself I ain't got no friends
Fuck my people, fuck my ends
No rational thought, I'm low
I'm paranoid, all I know is they wanna

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
And then I think about beef
Over the years I've had so much grief
Whole lot of drama in and out of East
Won't let anyone take me for a chief
And mans say they got my back
But it's really all just chat
Cause when it all gets on top
They leave me alone to scrap
And I went to the ends, heard whispers
Old friends chatting bout kidnapping
Now they hurt my pride and ego
I don't care about rap, Im strapping
But the olders told me ignore it
Cause I really ain't got time for it
And the ghetto, I already saw it
I'm in the world now, I gotta explore it
I can't let 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
No guts, no glory, no get, no gain
No love, no pain, I'm going insane
It's all too much for the brain
I'm so paranoid, I feel strange
And it's so long-range
Been too long, I gotta make some change
Fuck the world, I'd rather take some blame
Or I could just buy a platinum chain
Diamond rings and and other shiny things
Maybe the bling'll help me maintain
Or at least that it help to explain
What's my path, am I in the right lane?
Why I feel so left out in the rain?
Why's it hard, it should be simple and plain
All I see when I'm in this game

Everybody wanna

[Hook]

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

[Hook:]
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my

[Verse 1:]
When I was a kid I had a chip up on my shoulder
It ain't getting better even though I'm getting older
People get offended by the way I talk so freely
Pushing up their face and acting funny when they see me
But I'm raggo, damn it, so I say fuck it
If you don't like the way I do my thing, then you can suck it
I really don't give a shit, I really don't care for your approval
I'm a fucking G, I'll carry on doing my shit as usual
Cause

[Hook]

You know I mean, man?
I'm just trying to be me, man
I'm just trying to be free, man
Whagwan man, let me be, man
What's the problem?
Ya get me?
I don't apologize for nothing

[Verse 2:]
I try to act right, I try to be polite
But I can't take no shite, you best believe I might
Just punch you in your moosh, I war like Georgy Bush
No need to keep it stush, it's best if you just shush
And stay out of my way cause I don't wanna play
Sorry, what did you say? Alright whatever, mate
I don't give a shit who likes it, I don't give a shit who don't
Don't tell me to change my fucking attitude because I won't

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Bingo, I got the lingo
Come through your window
Starr like Ringo
Beef, chat bout?
I'm involved
Keep near danger like Penfold
Dylan, Lincoln estate, man
Yeah I'm straight, man
Everything's great, man
Talk low it, can't shake, man
Why bother, wait, man
Come and take man, waisman
Come and get me
Killers respect me
You can't sweat me
I'm the One like Jet Li
So come check me
Who wanna wet me?
Fuck that! Suck someone
On a dumb one
I'll touch someone
Try and test Raskit, what a bumbum
Rudeboy, I don't care about no one

[Hook]

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

I wanna see you dip dip dip
And let me see you rock rock rock
I wanna ?
And never ever stop stop stop

I wanna see you dip dip dip
And let me see you rock rock rock
I wanna ?
And never ever stop stop stop

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you wind like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when I see a pretty girl grinding
I can never watch a butters girl grindin'
Control the body with great timing.
?
Drop it like its hot you got my tings rising
So frequent, theres no disguising
Whatdo expect, that aint surprising
These girls get the blood pressure raising
The wiggling the jiggling

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

You know it's that time, cuz
What time is it, man?
Summertime, man
Yo, I love this time of year, man
I love it
Ha-ha!
The girls are out, they're wearing a lot less
No time like summertime, blood
It's all nice, man
It's all lovely
Time to live it up, man
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Summer in the city such a very special time
If you put aside the traffic, air-pollution and the grime
You'll be pleased to be reminded that the girls are looking fine
And apart from money that's the only thing that's on my mind
Short skirts, belly-tops, fake tans
String-vests with the bra underneath for the mans
Getting hard off of half of a glimpse, I got plans
To be scooping up a couple of buff tings if I can
If I can't then I'm still live
I'll go and check my little yatty by the seaside
Cause I know she's live, plus she's a delight
She gives me hospitality, she treats me right
That's what I need, right?
And if not, I'm on a little mission to Los Angeles
To check my Beverly Hill honey to see if she can handle this
Pimping ain't no easy thing and some of these chicks are scandalous
But I'm a player and I say I gotta be the man for this
I love it!

You won't believe some of the shit I've seen, man
Trust me
Yo, I ain't even gonna go through it
But differently I wanna send out a shout out to all my people out there, yeah
Big shout to the man dem, the ladies
You know you gotta put in your grind if you wanna get what you really want out of life
Trust me, you only get one run

[Verse 2:]
I don't believe in fate
Life is what you make it, make it great
I'm trying to elevate, concentrate on getting my paper straight
Survive the great escape, from the ends I used to congregate
Until I could no longer wait, I had to find a purpose
Otherwise I would've been worthless, making fuss on the estate
Ignorant to what the earth is offering when I should take
Every chance and every opportunity to try and make
Every second and every breath of life something to celebrate
So I've been around the world now, rose to the occasion
Boast different folks, different strokes, black, white and Asian
All these ladies look incredible, still got me gazing
Riding jet-skis and powerboats, feel so amazing
Club-hopping in Ibiza, I've got Pacha on lock
Pull up right outside the entrance in a Hummer, people clock
Then they stop, stare and wonder who I am and who I'm not
I just take it in my stride, but I ain't never felt this hot

And I love it, love it

It's all good man, ya get me?
Yo, you know you gonna catch me out Ibiza again, yeah
I gotta go there again
Get the Hummer out
We're driving down the streets knocking down motorbikes, it's nothing
Turn up at the club
Girls everywhere
It's all vibes though, man
Yo, big shout to my man like Paddy, yeah
Hang tight Shy FX - you done know!
Big up Cajun
Yeah man, I gotta big up the man like Scope
Big shout to T-Power, yeah
Hang tight Alexis, yeah
Yo, Dirtee Skank's the label, man
Maths & English, live by it
London city stand up
It's a UK thing, what

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

One two, one two, one two, mike, check, check, check, yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah.

I'm a young ragga brother from the LDN, in my Nike air bubbles and they cost one ten.
Got these beanies on ma lap, and they all want the length, I'm a ghetto superstar, come straight from the ends.
An I walk it like I talk it, brother ain't just hype, makin' moves for the money everyday an every night.
Best to believe I keep it tight, best to believe I'm movin' right, keep my business on the low, you best to believe I'm outta sight
I like money money money, girls girls, cash cash, I'll let the champagne splash.
Yo, I'm not a gang banger but I'm good with a mash, make you scratch your head an wonder is he really that flash
But it really doesn't matter cos you know I keep it movin, middle of the dancefloor, lean, I'm grooving.
Baby cocked her bumper out, you know I gotta wind it, when we leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it.

[Chorus: x2]
Nike air bubbles on my feet, lookin fresh, got my brand new garms on, dress to impress.
Got my phone line poppin, all these beanies gotta crush, keep something in my pocket case these fellas try an rush.

Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin, Mr Dizzee rascal, why you even askin.
Under cover lover, girls call me buff ting, but, used to keep a balaclava restin on my chin.
An it's the ends here, hustle hustle, bling bing, blow it in, about to hear the fat lady sing.
Don't matter what I'm sayin, it's the answer within, but, lifes a jungle, everybody wants to be the king.
But it's alright though, I got my eyes on the prize, money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes.
Hands around my testicles, little finger risen, every step that I take is a step with precision.
I'm precise, precisely why my future's lookin nice, the penthouse is lovely, it's a shame about the price.
But you only live twice, that's on the real, no matter where I am I'll always be the real deal.

[Chorus]

Education starts with discipline, I'm listenin, but conversations kinda muffled since I got rich and tings.
Double turn, indirectly spoke, I never heard a thing, under ground or overground, whats the difference I'm the king.
Learnt devine right, its my heinsight. I see it all, cos I aint that fake to spread my wings an fly, you're a fool.
Talikn like you're mighty and you're high, but I know you're small, there's no logic in your gossip, just the writings on the wall.
Over ignorant, you aint got it, you just play far, far from the realist old dog, menace, you're a mark.
If you're deep, why you gotta roll fifty to the club, blood, who d'you think your foolin with that fake crew love.
The streets don't cater for no long term plan, these roads don't give a damn about any man.
I try an show these brothers, they refuse to understand, so I'll just keep doin what I'm doin while I can.

[Chorus]

East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, south side crew.
East side crew, west side crew, north side crew, saw side crew.

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

[Hook:]
Sometimes I think the whole world's gone crazy
The shit I see, it don't cease to amaze me
I get baffled everytime I try and suss it
And now I've had enough, so excuse me please, fuck it

[Verse 1:]
Can somebody tell me what this world's about
Can somebody tell me what this life's about
I just can't work it out
No sense, no logic, I can't get a grip of it
I do my best to understand it but I've never got it
I watch the people slug it out and struggle in the system
But the end result's the same whether a Muslim or a Christian
There's so much hate in the world we're fighting, what are we fighting for?
When the rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting ignored
Lord

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
I took it there and now it's time to take it further
If a policeman kills somebody, is that policeman still a murderer?
He's got a worthy cause, I guess that gives him some immunity
Or is he just another lost soul in our community?
To take a life's a serious thing and only God can judge it
Would he look at it like it's for the safety of the public?
And if you don't wanna pay the price you really shouldn't thug it
I know I am playing with fire but fuck it, I love it
Cause

[Hook x2]

Fuck it, ya get me?
I don't give no...
Is it me?
It must just be me
You know, know what I mean?
There's no point even going through it, man
It is the fuck what it is, I guess
You know what I mean?
Fuck it!

[Verse 3:]
Who's in charge of the stupid place?
I wanna punch his stupid face
Yeah, it ain't right but it's a shame
Gotta be someone I can blame
Someones gotta have answers, someone's written a masterplan
Cause I can't see no sign of God's involvement, this has gotta be man
So much madness in the world
So much evil and confusion
But there's so much good as well
So there's got to be some solution
So that means there must be hope
Maybe room for revolution
So that means there must be hope
Maybe room for revolution

[Hook x2]

Fuck it, ya get me?
Shout to my people out there
Wonderin what it is really all about
I guess we'll never know
Unless you really wanna know
Maths & English, stupid
Yeah!
Dirtee Stank, what!

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

[Hook:]
Hard back, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's calling
Take my advice, you'll be balling
You need a hard back, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's calling
Take my advice, you'll be balling

[Verse 1:]
First up it's important that you keep your shit original
Try and keep that copycat shit to a minimal
People want something that they never heard before
If it's been done, leave it, they don't wanna hear no more
Secondly here's another clever thing that you can do
Find yourself a good manager who's really got a clue
Cause there're so many to choose from, they all look the part
But it's difficult to come across the ones that's really smart
And can stand firm and steady when the label's talking shit
Well-respected, keeps it gangsta, but does everything legit
And dependable, you can trust to handle your biz
And can really make sure of what the situation is
Next up, find a record label that ain't full of pricks
One that lets you breathe artistically but makes you come with hits
Congratulations, now you got your a deal, you're set to go
Let me fill you in just a couple of things you need to know

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Next up, change your number, change your phone and change your chip
Cause there's gonna be a lot of people ringing talking shit
Whether bredrens wanting money, cause now suddenly you're rich
Or some dumb hating fassies trying to take you for a bitch
Yeah I know it's minor now and you can handle it, it's nothing
But eventually you're really gonna wanna do something
And that's counter-productive, beefin over bullshit
You can never stop them dumb-bredrens tryin to pull shit
Plus you're in the limelight well-paid verbalist
Which leads me on to my next subject - journalists
These are the people that can put your name about
So be careful what you're saying when you're talking out your mouth
Aand avoid being ignorant, tone down the thug shit
Come to interviews buzzin, tone down the drug shit
Keep your eye on the ball, mind on the drop
And before you know you had the whole world on your knob

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]
Here's something that I should've stressed early on
Don't go spending all your money till it's gone
Cause the tax man's gonna want his paper when it's due
And there's nobody above the tax man, especially you
And another thing, buy a house before you buy a car
Don't tell no one where you are, even better if you're far
Everybody knows you're a gangsta and that Porsche looks great
But do you really want it sitting on that council estate
Differently watch where you choose to socialize
Keep an eye out for trouble, watch for devils in disguise
And please don't be fooled by no pretty females
Play it safe, never let them know your full details
I ain't saying be para', I'm just saying be sure
You can never know if that bitch would brag you what she saw
And aside from makin money keep lovin what you do
I aint saying nothin what cause the rest is up to you

[Hook x2]

Yeah, you done know
Just a little guideline there for all my real man dem from the roads
trying to get into this music ting, yeah
Big shout out to my bredrin DJ Semtex
Hang tight Cage
Big-up the Newham Generals, yeah
We do it liveo
Hang tight UGK
It's a London thing
International, worldwide, you don't care, you done know
UK, Dirtee Stank is the label
What!
Run through this industry

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English
(feat. Alex Turner)

[Verse 1:]
Gotta keep my head above water
Gotta stay head-strong, keep rolling on
No point getting caught in the hype is long
Like I don't know right from wrong
So I gotta be real
Nothing to prove, I'm still
Big in the hood, I feel
So in control, I'm chill
No one ain't knocking off Dill
So I stay top on the bill
I'm the main event, the headliner
Went from jungle DJ to rhymer
Never thought I would be the big timer
But I still par it like, yo, it's a minor
Cause I still rep my ends, still check my friends
Can I keep it up? I guess it all depends
If I can keep my mind right
Don't get tempted by the limelight
I think I'll be alright

[Hook:]
Temptation leads like your naughty mate
The one that used to get you in bother
The one you can never bring yourself to hate

[Verse 2:]
Can't avoid the temptation
But I know I gotta change my ways
And keep my nose clean, gotta fix up
Take a look at my life cause I ain't sixteen
And I ain't no boy, ain't no kid
The world ain't flat and the picture's big
Certain things that I gotta get rid
And a whole lot more that I gotta get with
So I gotta stay and roam on my own
Gotta move on, I can't stay at home
Cause I know what's there is all the same
Crack, cocaine and ghetto fame
Cold hard cash and a bit of a name
And I've see it all, so I need a change
Lost too many bredrens to the game
And you could say temptation's to blame

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
We used to be tight
Me and my naughty friends
Caused pure madness in the ends
I mean day and night
We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight
Smoking, drinking, joyriding
Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding
Reckless youngsters, no direction
No sign of correction
But then I switched it up, changed my ways
Got in the area like, "Oh my days"
But not my naughty friends, they're not fazed
Can't believe that this music pays
See no reason why we can't do
All the things that we've always done
Still in my heart I know that's just wrong
But it's hard to fight the temptation, son

[Hook]

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English
(feat. Lily Allen)

(Alright Mate)
[Lily:]
So you wanna be a gangster
Tell me just one thing
What you know about being a hardman
You mum buys your bling

Your pockets getting bigger
But you couldn't pull the trigger
If you need to
Cos you havent got it
So you might as well quit

[Dizzee:]
Im moving,
Couldnt be losing
Nothing but a success
Think im proving, nothing
To you half weight wasters
Standing there yap yap yapping on cruising
Nobodys dictates what im choosing
Where I go what I do with my life stupid
And I hold im own im (rasting)
You better watch your tongue you spastic
Allow it, your not heartless
Nothing but alot of hot air your harmless
I keep getting my paper regardless
You words dont phase me im marvelous
Age 22 zero tolerance
And I aint got no time for the nonsense
You wanna see me come to my concerts
Or we can do it on stage with an audience

[Lily:]
So you wanna be a gangster
Tell me just one thing (tell me just one thing)
What you know about being a hardman
You mum buys your bling (what!)

Your pockets getting bigger
But you couldn't pull the trigger
If you need to (no)
Cos you haven't got it (no)
So you might as well quit (ha ha ha)

[Dizzee:]
Beef, straps, cuts, glory
All these high bredders in the club adore me
I wish when I come through they ignore me
I really cant deal with another war story
Bredders in my face with a fist full of paper
Trying to make out there a big money maker
Talking all loud (something)
And I got time rude boi's see you later
And I cant forget these groupies following
Front and rear and right there hollering
Yeah I know I shouldn't be complaining
But these jezzabelles do my brain in

[Lily:]
I aint no groupie, who you calling jezzabelle?
Dont chat to me like im just any girl.
(allow, security somebody move her)
I dont wanna talk to you anyway loser!
So you wanna be a gangster
Tell me just one thing (tell me just one thing)
What you know about being a hardman
You mum buys your bling (what)

Your pockets getting bigger
But you couldn't pull the trigger
If you need to (no)
Cos you haven't got it (no)
So you might as well quit (ha ha ha)

That whip dont make you a big man (na m8)
That chain dont make you a big man (na m8)
I know you think your a big man (wat m8)
But really your just a wasteman

That whip don't make you a big man (na m8)
That chain don't make you a big man (na m8)
I know you think your a big man (wat m8)
But really your just a wasteman (ha ha ha)

[Dizzee:]
Let me rap it up while I still got time
Aint nobody telling me about no grime
Now I know where I stand whether im fine
Hand over fist im handling mine
Everybody chattin bout black on black crime
All I see is the blind leading the blind
Try to leave all the pettiness behind
You dont wanna see me cross dat line
Leave me alone or you'll be sorry
Beef aint nothing new to me you wally
Why dont you just kick back be jolly
Stay at home with a cuppa tea watch corrie
Im not listening anyway man
Who rattled your cage anyway man
Aint no slacking with this young man
Do what I gotta do everyday fam

[Lily:]
So you wanna be a gangster
Tell me just one thing (tell me just one thing)
What you know about being a hardman
You mum buys your bling (what!)

Your pockets getting bigger
But you couldn't pull the trigger
If you need to (no)
Cos you haven't got it (no)
So you might as well quit (ha ha ha)

So you wanna be a gangster
Tell me just one thing (tell me just one thing)
What you know about being a hardman
You mum buys your bling (what!)

Your pockets getting bigger
But you couldn't pull the trigger
If you need to (no)
Cos you haven't got it (no)
So you might as well quit
So you might as well quit
So you might as well quit
(Ha ha ha ha)

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

[Hook:]
Cause I've been through madness
'Nuff madness
You can't tell me nothing
And I've done pure badness
'Nuff badness
You can't tell me nothing
And I've had a lot of drama
'Nuff drama
You can't tell me nothing
Just look in my eyes, it's all too clear
But it don't matter, cause I'm still here

[Verse 1:]
D-the-i-the-zz-the-e-the-e, straight from the LDN
I don't wanna hear no talk about streets and all that thug from way back when
Been a bad boy, I'll destroy your joy, gotta toy that'll put that shit to a end
That and I walk the walk cause I talk the talk, you got a problem, step to me then
Otherwise don't pretend, stop, breathe, count to ten
Keep on chatting or get the leng
I stand up tall, I don't bend
So if you got a crew, go get your men
We can meet up, say where and when
I'll be on time like Big Ben
Couldn't ever take me for a speng
And I ain't saying it again

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I like to move it, move it
You want beef prove it
You got a problem, don't excuse it
You got a 9mm, it's your prerogative, use it
You got a temper, lose it
If not just bounce to the music
That's a better choice anyway, choose it
Cause you know that you can't refuse it
Watch the beat, how I bruise it
Wild out and nod your head, stupid
I ain't cupid, no love lost
I get paid in the end whatever the cost
I'm the boss, still work with me
Don't stand looking pretty like Kate Moss
Put your hands up like you couldn't give a toss
Either way you know I'm gonna get my point across

[Hook]

Get me?
I'm still fucking here
I don't give a shit
I don't answer to none of you pussyholes
I live my fucking life, yeah
I live my fucking life
Fuck you

(Oi rudeboy, what's all the hyping for?)
These pussyholes don't want no war
They are just acting, I've seen it before
They are just acting, I've seen it before
(Rudeboy, what's all the hyping for?)
These pussyholes don't want no war
They are just acting, I've seen it before
They are just acting, I've seen it before

[Verse 3:]
Finally, fuck who's listening
The world don't owe me shit and the feeling's mutual
I just wanna be neutral but I ain't no prick
So no, I don't smile when I see you, grin when I greet you
If it weren't business I'd beat you
And I'd rather be a asshole than a pussyhole
You're a bitch and I see through
So fuck you and fuck your ego
Cause I really was a poor little negro
Don't need no chain or a throwback
I'm really from the streets and you know that
But I really would rather be touring
Cause most players on the roads ain't scoring
But now it's Maths & English, I'm focused
And it's Dirtee Stank, so take notice

[Hook]

You can't tell me nothing!
You can't tell me nothing!

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Artist : RASCAL, DIZZEE
Album : Maths + English

One, two.. straight up.
Attack foots, attack monster.
Mtv in the building,
Check it.

I'm G.H.E.T.T.O please dont act like you dont know
I stay called up when I roll,
I'm alot of things but I'm not slow
I'm G.H.E.T.T.O hot and still my heart is cold,
I've been known to lose control
Cause problems everywhere I go.

Dont give a damn whos got all that
Dont give a damn whos got whos back
Dont give a damn about no loose chat
I'm a bad boy and im all that
Dont give a damn who thinks there hot
I can tell whos real and whos not
Dont give a damn what tools you got
Sword in ma trousers who wants what
Dont give a damn about bars and clubs
Dont give a damn if you know thugs
Dont give a damn if you sell drugs
Dont give a damns if you are sluts
Dont give a damn how street you are
Dont give a damn how cheap you are
Dont give a damn how deep you are
I'll show you what a chief you are

Coz
I'm G.H.E.T.T.O please dont act like you dont know
I stay called up when I roll,
I'm alot of things but I'm not slow
I'm G.H.E.T.T.O hot and still my heart is cold,
I've been known to lose control
Cause problems everywhere I go.

Stand up tall, you fool,
I'm blessed almighty like sunday school
Cold like winter, not cool
Flexed like seamen, im on the ball
So many others with material
How many flex like dizzee rascal
Dont follow any rule, not at all
Keep my eyes wide open clock it all
Cant stop me dont watch me
Black faced cockney, ever so cocky
Trust me, I'm a hustler, dont knock me,
Dont back down, easy step properly
Broad daylight robbery
Ive been a thug, mc's dont bother me
Done with the snobbery
Neighbourhood nuscience
These bros aint forgotten me

I'm G.H.E.T.T.O please dont act like you dont know
I stay called up when I roll,
I'm alot of things but I'm not slow
I'm G.H.E.T.T.O hot and still my heart is cold,
I've been known to lose control
Cause problems everywhere I go.

I like to move it move it
You want me, prove it
You got a problem dont excuse it
You got a 9mm, its a parogative
Use it, your got a temper, lose it
If not just bounce to the music
Thats a better dress anyway choose it
Coz you know that you cant refuse it
Watch the beat how I bruise it
What I like,well nod your head stupid
I ain cupid, no love lost
I get paid at the end what ever the cost
I'm the boss, still work for me
Dont stand lookin pretty like kate moss
Put your hands up like you aint got a choice
I bet you know im gunna get my point across

I'm G.H.E.T.T.O please dont act like you dont know
I stay called up when I roll,
I'm alot of things but I'm not slow
I'm G.H.E.T.T.O hot and still my heart is cold,
I've been known to lose control
Cause problems everywhere I go.

Highly fasionable, irrational, international,
Kill the classical, love theatrical, tactical
Keep coming with your hits
Ive smacked them all
I'm not wasteful, im tasteful
Untraceble, but irreplacable
And I aint peaceful,i'm leaful
Entertain for all, but unattainable
No ones door mat,i'll die before that
Ignore that, a war before that,
I'm sure that, I got the game
Ill lock keep score of that
Dizzee rascal on the footsy format
Im gunna go ride with the mahaga
These fake mc's gotta try that
There really on my level with spider

I'm G.H.E.T.T.O please dont act like you dont know
I stay called up when I roll,
I'm alot of things but I'm not slow
I'm G.H.E.T.T.O hot and still my heart is cold,
I've been known to lose control
Cause problems everywhere I go

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Artist : RED
Album : Innocence & Instinct (Deluxe Edition)

Enemy, familiar friend
My beginning and my end
Knowing truth, whispering lies
And it hurts again

What I fear and what I've tried,
Words I say and what I hide
All the pain, I want it to end
But I want it again

And it finds me
The fight inside is coursing through my veins
And it's raging
The fight inside is breaking me again

I'm still the same, pursuing pain
Is it worth all that I've gained?
We both know how this will end,
But I'd do it again

And it finds me
The fight inside is coursing through my veins
And it's raging
The fight inside is hurting me again

And it finds me
The war within me pulls me under
And without You
The fight inside is breaking me again

It's everything (It's nothing)
It's everything (It's nothing)
It's everything (It's nothing)
It's everything (It's nothing)

It's breaking me
It's breaking me

I'm falling apart
I'm falling apart

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Artist : RICHIE, LIONEL
Album : Just Go

Girl I know I been busy didn't get to talk
But don't let your head play them games with your heart
It's been a little crazy doing what I do
But I just can't wait to get up with you

I know it's been hard, me not being there
Baby I don't want you thinking that I really don't care
And I know that you're feeling like I'm being unfair
But your love is with me everywhere

When I dream I think of you, breathe I think of you
All day I think of you give all my love to you and only you
Swear it's true, all I do is think of you
When I pray I think of you, far away I think of you
All day I think of you, my heart belongs to you and only you
Yes it's true, all I do is think of you

Always say I love you before I go to sleep
If I die before I wake then I'll take your love with me
Every second I'm away from you feels like misery
Cause I know where I really wanna be

I know it's been hard, me not being there
Baby I don't want you thinking that I really don't care
And I know that you're feeling like I'm being unfair
But your love is with me everywhere

What do you do when you love someone so much
You'd do almost anything just for one touch
Try to make an excuse just to get away
That's the way that I feel about you baby
When I leave do you know what I go through
It makes me cry every time cause I miss you
And I hope you feel the same way too
Cause all I do is think of you

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Artist : RICHIE, LIONEL
Album : Just Go

Baby would it be too much if I told you that I'm in love?
Life has never been better, we are closer than ever
Baby would it be alright if I took a bit of your time
To tell you my little secret, promise that you will keep it?

If I was ruler for a day and there were things that I could change
I wouldn't change a thing that's how much you mean

You're my favorite pastime and I'm so happy you're mine
We have come so far you know but there's still farther we can go
You're my favorite pastime and baby you make me smile
With the happiness you bring, it makes me wanna sing

Baby would it make you scared if I said I want to be there
To hold you through all the bad times and guide you back to the sunshine?
'Cause baby it would make me cry to not have you in my life
How could I go on breathing when you're the air that I'm needing

If I could have my every wish and there were things that I could switch
I wouldn't switch a thing that's how much you mean

You're my favorite pastime and I'm so happy you're mine
We have come so far you know but there's still farther we can go
You're my favorite pastime and baby you make me smile
With the happiness you bring, it makes me wanna sing

Oh, when I look at you I see the future
That's happy ever after, we'll make it work
Though I may not always please you I'll never grieve you
You lift me up when I am down, so happy that I've found you

'Cause baby you are my
You're my favorite pastime and I'm so happy you're mine
We have come so far you know but there's still farther we can go
You're my favorite pastime and baby you make me smile
With the happiness you bring, it makes me wanna sing

I wanna sing to you
I wanna sing to you, yeah

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Artist : RICHIE, LIONEL
Album : Just Go

I'm just a face in the crowd
You probably don't know me as I don't stand out
And I'm sure your heart doesn't beat for me, no

And when you're cold and lonely there are not my arms
You long to feel around you to keep you safe and warm
No I'm just a face in the crowd you can't see

Save a little love for me
Save a little love for me yeah
Save a little love for me yeah yeah
And I will save my love for you
My face in the crowd

Don't know your name, don't know mine
Yet I'm wearing all initials round this heart of mine
I don't need no proof to know that you are there, yeah

Hey, my heart is strong and my wings are wide
I'm true to all my colours and I wear them all with pride
I am your face, the face in the crowd

So save a little love for me
Save a little love for me yeah
Save a little love for me yeah yeah
Cause I'll save my love for you
My face in the crowd

In the twilight sometimes we meet
Just before we wake or as we fall asleep
I still can't see your face and I know you can't see mine
But I can feel your heart beat, you can hear my voice
You touch my soul and my soul touches yours

We make a promise somewhere down the line
Somewhere down the line

So save a little love for me
Save a little love for me yeah
Save a little love for me yeah yeah
And I'll save my love for you
All my love, my love
My face in the crowd

Don't know the colour of your skin but I felt the love that lies within
I'm sure, I know without a doubt I'll find your face in the crowd
I'll never let this feeling slide no world can put my faith aside
I'm sure, I know without a doubt I'll find your face in the crowd

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Trilla
(feat. DJ Khaled)

Trilla
I hope your all enjoying yourselfs
This is the DJ Khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian aka we da best aka dade county 305 the movement
We are here forever
We survive through
Every storm any weather any road block any fuck nigga
We here forever and we ain't never gonna stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects
Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto
Rick Ross is the defination of the slums
Rick Ross is the Streets you see
Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle
I am DJ Khaled and I'm gonna stand beside Rick Ross for the of my life
through the good times through the bad times see we will never be stopped
Never cause we the muthafucking best
Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that haha

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap

I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof,
Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no facade it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow I got by.

Preflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light.
But who really cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- fuck one time.
I gave her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, kilos was the shit,
But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks.
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls,
If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody ridin big,
I just sit back like: Look what I did.
Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business.

Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant,
People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
A Farrakhan aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny,
Women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just like to give.
Used to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so right, otha rappers envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)

[Chorus]
Realest shit I ever rode, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach
Can you believe that? Whooo
You gotta see it
'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
'Cause I'm in it to win, ya'll niggers can't take that
Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music

[Kanye West]
Martin, Louiee the King Junior
Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya
B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone
With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on
Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol
Oh oh that it go
Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not gettin' no sex tonight
And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right
So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin
Like the weed coffin
New Crib: Lofton
Where is that? Austin
Where is that? Texas
What's in front: Benzes
What else? Lexus
Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Boss
Cush my life controlium
Crib need custodians
Shades in all shades
B's made of rodium
Used to be the - Smoke
Hoe's call it - Low
Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo
57, 62
Tell me how you wanna move
Yeah you know I got them both
Beat your ass black and blue
I was barely gettin' pretty women
Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter
Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger
Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender
Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?
I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue
Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off
Yeah, Ross

[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]
All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball
Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll
That's right, them mills do like damp clothes
I eat your meal too, we don't feel you
And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do
Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'
I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'
Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate

You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him

The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do
Sing Maybach Music

[Chorus]

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. John Legend)

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [echoes]
[Rick Ross:]
It's Da Boss.
It gets no better than this...

Maybach Music!

[Chorus - John Legend:]
Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin',
Gold Emblem with 2 M's in it, this living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it, I'm living it
(Oh I), I can show you, show you better that I can tell you, I can show you, Oh I

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style, far from bein' shallow cause she caught me wit a smile,
try to figure out my style, baby that will take a minute but if all we got is time,
you can't be actin' timid, so we back to playin tennis, we been goin' back and forth,
she the one that I adore, so I tried it in aurar,
conscience intervened concentrating on my cream, I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens,
I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a g, I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me (Yea!).
All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs, fresh outta flight school, cause I'm fly right? (Yea!)
Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin'to breathe air, if it's not a Maybach, really who da hell cares?
My money long, my nigga my money strong, if you ain't gettin' money dat mean you done somethin' wrong (Boss!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style,
down to all of my automobiles wit no miles, yellow corvettes, black rally stripes, and I never phone ahead,
all she do is hear the pipes, project bitches, upscale kittens, fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits,
Maybach money so I always had a vision, I would always tell ma niggas but... ain't nobody listened.
Words work magic, haters wreak havoc, there ain't nothin'on my back but the delicates of fabrics.
I made a transition from the thieves, to the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen.
Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S. Dot ring, Sean Don for my crew, bad hoes in pursuit,
Masspike on a two, Gunplay he a glue goon wit a attitude (Holla!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
I'm tha magnificient with tha sensational style, when I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile,
nigga you a clown, here's the number you should dial, ye start wit 305 but we end at 4 pounds.
Stop at ... old pound, for life is a ??, all them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down,
money is a must tommy guns on a bus, Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck,
wear red all the time but really I'm colour blind, wanna catch my attention nigga, throw up a dollar sign.
One time for tha Crips, young g's buyin cribs and I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip.
The game never change, money still a focal, but its time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total,
like Rev Run in the tub still smokin', in memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland!

[Chorus]

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. Magazeen)

He not bigga den biggy bitch I'm bigger than you just a boat a mi casa like you a milli or 2 gotta kick off your shoes
Okay lets take a cruise heres my captain now relax, let him do waht he do, okay
Who rollin spinach cuz I'm reallin the anchor smoke up up an acre a grass wake up in jamaica, couple nautical nas,
I call my cubanos ta cop, puerto rico for women, hit barbedos ta shop, livin larger than life
Call this the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up. shes walkin back and forth,
Shes just itchen ta fuck, then I heard her wisper, travel the seven seas, there is no better breaze
If he indulgen jelousy his ass better breathe man overboard cuz hes goin overboard, damn its over for him put that on my vocal cord.
JAMAICANS........ Kill all the middle men I'm the millatin gilligans
Speakin creo and gentle men as I cruise the caribean, o lord I'm a star down in saint barths the fat tommy lee
I made out with like 8 broads but up in costa rica, I get the most of features, she no speakay
No englay, maybe fat joe could teach her, smokin barrels of reefer, only the yacht club,
Before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up, travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze when we started
Sellin keys thats just how we thought it would be, no one agrees with me,
But thats just how it goes I'm the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes, I still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffin my
Soles, make the presentation and trust me the customer sold, I'm crusin in the gulf,
I think your so deaf, janet was in control, because the hoe left,
JAMAICANS......... my dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a bitch fetch,
Tell you ta kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch breast, her head above average, my head above water,
But now you could see my balace, right off the coast of florida, I'm in ta fine fish with a slight lime twist,
Veggies on the side of course, kush appetizez , let your mercedes chill, roll wit a navy seal, this the yacht club,
Wanna trust me your lady will, still spillen champaign, or is it merlow, fuck it its fine wine, my bitch a vergo,
I dont do the signs unless a dollars on em, I'm da boss a da boat, cashmeire collar on em,
Thinkin a last year and all the moneys made, now its corporate investin amongst the other things,
No one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes, I'm the greeta genious no refernce to the ugly clothes

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. Nas, Kevin Cossom)

Oo ah ah ah ahhh (maybach music, it's deeper than the verse baby, it's deeper than the rap).

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Rick Ross:]
17 tryna man up,
Feed the fam boy I put that on these damn goods,
All I got was diabetes and a damn uggg,
People talkin down callin me a damn sprug,
Young niggas all you wana do is roam free,
On your own feet gotta cook your own beef,
I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule,
I laugh while I'm doin laps in the swimmin pool,
I don't owe you niggas nuthin,
Call me 2 fingers when you see a nigga stuntin,
Black philip drummin limousines of the hummer,
Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer,
Lotta homies pass,
See em in the future,
Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral,
Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in ma way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Nas:]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet with my own pilot,
No blastin off, but flexin, Dj Khaled,
My mom stressin college,
But my crude sense of logic, did a lude to my empty wallet,
Try spittiin on a green tinted accord,
Which could mean a sentence up north,
Where the homie was, but back then doe was like a hoard, it goldie love, it didn't exist,
And office foley cuffs, was after my wrists,
Was not beverly hills where we chilled,
Imagine this, the nas n rith,
Had to get from rags to rich,
I used to stand on rooftops, with 2 glocks,
Figurin, how do I turn my timbalands to clocks,
Now reptiles was left out about a watch,
What is you thinkin? Murk u, plus the muscle that you bringin is nothin to me,
If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on cuban,
Shout out my ricans,
Down with all of you gangstas, to the roughest jamiacans.

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Rick Ross:]
If you ballin physics, nigga money never flow,
Meanin every day I'm livin, tryna stay on flow,
Coming from a BOSS, I can predict a double cross,
Handlers managin money, they never come across.
I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved,
AK47s, Singin win or by sum or you fall?
I dealt with brawls, and those willin to sell they soul,
Over cars and clothes, man am talkin petty hoes,
Ask ma feddi grow,
Fuck a feet of spaghetti-o's.
I'm club poppin in cali shout out to ariel,
Somebody dim the lights,
Triple black tuts,
Caz associated and the flesh is tryna catch up,
I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence,
Get they baby mama a lexus for them nice visits,
Ma nigga got a dub an love to do the push ups,
I got a million cash, tryna get the kush up.

[Hook:]
Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin,
Laff about the doe but really ain't nutin funny,
Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
We the Usual Suspectsss,
The real definition of success,
Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
From nothin, To somethin...
You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
From nothinn, To somethinn,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. Avery Storm)

This is mafia music...
And a maybach that is
Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby...
Bossssss!

[Avery Storm]
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, I'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now I can slow it down
Because I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down

[Rick Ross]
? got it smellin like it's butterscotch
Every bird boss take it to another notch
Bitch I'm busy baby go and suck anotha cock
Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock
Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot
Guns in the attic, mama help me put 'em up
She'll put'em down, tell you quick to hit'em up
Load a hundred round, bring it back, she'll fill it up
Like the time when the niggas pay this counterfit
He count chips but that trick mayor got'em flip
We ain't playin man slang for them dollar bills
Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill

[Avery Storm]
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, I'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now I can slow it down
Because I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down

[Rick Ross]
How you seen a kilo started at an eight ball
First 48 to homicide ain't soft
Comin from your hoes, fucking for your paint job
Catch you casin daddy let you know you king kong
Cop a 20 keys gotta be finna keep
I got a tenesse to send 'em up to Tenesee
Black Infinity the kind to ride on Venice Beach
I watch you slow Apollo while I'm chillin sippin tea
Lemons and honey, millions of money
Gucci, Louis Vitton, specifically homey
My woman imported, I'm neva extorted
I'm very important, 20 grand for the morgage

[Avery Storm]
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, I'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now I can slow it down
Because I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down

[Rick Ross]
Baby mamas I hate 'em
They Just want you to pay them
I'm in love wit my babies
Maybe makin em famous
Don't be raisin your voice
That's another retainer
Know you missing a nigga
Know you missin that anal
Know you missin that Prada
How we did in regada
She was callin me daddy
Daddy drippin in dollars
Daddy did it in Vegas
Yeah I gotta connect
I get em ten a piece as soon as I keep it correct
Vacation to Haiti
It nearly broke my heart
Seein kids starve
I thought about my ?
Sellin dope ain't right
I put it in my life
Chickens put me in position to donate the rice

[Avery Storm]
Miami nights,
I'm livin the life
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Cause I'm rich off cocaine
Let's fly through the coop
I lose the roof
Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
I'm not bullet proof, I'm full of proof
That you can make it here
All that livin' fast
It ain't got to last
Now I can slow it down
Because I'm sittin' on top of the world and I'm not comin' down

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap
(feat. Ne-Yo)

[Rick Ross (Talking)]
To deal with a dude like me baby, you gotta be the HBIC,
The Head Bitch in Charge calling all the shots baby,
Can't be scared to gamble, gotta role the dice,
(Feel Me) Scared money don't make none

[Verse 1 (Rick Ross)]
Shawty look I know my ego looking 40 foot,
Big chain not talking bout the naughty look,
Mind guardedness' I'm going for the sparty look, he young and rich and bitch that go without an argument, my kicks
Brown now I'm looking for Rihanna nem, smoke junkie kush funkier than Parliament,
what's the problem then, girl fuck ya apartment, move in with me on the beach now you top ten, you could do the spa, see the new ?,
these my feelings and I'm really feeling who you are, baby light brown, with the right smile, first lady and she ready for the white house

[Chorus (Ne-Yo)]
Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to,
Everyone knows you're the boss's girl,
My diamond, envy of all your friends,
These moves that we're making, got us on top of the world, you're the boss's girl, oooh,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl

[Verse 2 (Rick Ross)]
Stretch limonzines, tall waterfalls, valley at the crib, my cars I love'em all, boss lady she the head bitch in charge,
she ask for head first so she gets it off the top, champagne pop, rubber band knots, ? millionaire,
I know that other man not, let her call the shots, she want me on the top, and the way I want it It'll be a month before I stop,
kinda walk funny, stumble out the pad, snap of her finger niggas picking up her tab, walking through the mall,
got me carrying her bags, I gotta pause cause the mutherfucker bad

[Chorus (Ne-Yo)]
Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to,
Everyone knows you're the boss's girl,
My diamond, envy of all your friends,
These moves that we're making, got us on top of the world, you're the boss's girl, oooh,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl

[Verse 3 (Rick Ross)]
Cruising down Collins, knocking Trick Daddy, when I'm upset all my niggas trigger happy, do me a favor, watch your behavior,
cause them insanes will send you straight to your savior, looking at my savings baby I can save ya,
take ya para-sailing straight to Jamaica, ya man a bot? boy, what the bumble clot, you deserve better, 6 car garage,
come in late night,? airport, as I take flight, I'm your air jordan, we the world champs, come and ball with us,
gotta take my time when I put it all in her.

[Chorus (Ne-Yo)]
Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you're supposed to,
Everyone knows you're the boss's girl,
My diamond, envy of all your friends,
These moves that we're making, got us on top of the world, you're the boss's girl, oooh,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl,
Baby You're The Boss's Girl

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap

The meek shall inhieret the earth
Thats what the bible says
I need it.

Walk like a giant
Talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed destined for a thriump
David or Galaith
Hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desire
Embrace my empire
Batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon be the devil
Be him cause I'm clever
Beat him at whatever
You never was a G nigga unit aint even togetha
New york's unified down south love dat
When we get to shine? muthafuckas where the love at?
Real niggas gettin money betta log on
Think da games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off theres only one to call on.

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Artist : RICK ROSS
Album : Deeper Than Rap

Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy

Yeah

I murdered all of my foes contract killing
Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it livin with perellis
Shoulda check ya rearview made a better resonance
Wack yayo caught him slippin while he snort dust
Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano
With niggaz pay me the model
Sway louis on my feet still runnin the street
And I never missed a heartbeat

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
50 you better watchin

Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves
Beat the case like orinfa
Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest advance ima kill ya
Make a lil cake haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggaz in a bentley

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
And keep 50 in my pocket

Limousines for the don ima three as the charme
Flee red carpet chillin e on my arm
Purple rain smokin haze smokin weed call it purple brain
Im in the purple lable daddy got a purple heart
Not in the service but I'm swoorvin in a purple car
Whats the bitch needed all changed
I go and buy a new one cause I'm sport man

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
You know I'm totin the rocket
So don't make a nigga poppin

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Artist : RODNEY ATKINS
Album : It's America

He aint much for talkin,
But he means every word he says,
Well that color on his arms and neck aint from no tannin bed,
Leaves no doubt bout where he stand on a chevy, or tha lord,
Yea you can always tell a country boy

Now his idea of heaven is home sweet home east tennessee
But for a girl like you he would pull up roots and move down the road a peice
He'll always take his own sweet time if you give him a choice
Yea you can always tell a country boy

[Chorus]
Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much
Cuz all he's ever gonna be is who he always was
A cross between his old man and his mommas pride and joy
You can always tell a country boy

He'll go off and take a long walk when he needs some time to think
Might even let ya drive his truck when he's had to much to drink
Bout as true blue as ol glory wavin out there on tha pourch
Yea you can always tell a country boy

[Chorus]
Yea you can always tell him but you cant tell him much
Sometimes his gears turn so slow you swear there gonna rust
From tha way he bangs that ol guitar to tha gravel in his voice
You can always tell a country boy

Now you can drag him from tha country every now and then
But you can't drag them forty acres outta him
Yea you can always tell him but you can't tell him much
He's on tha fence about alot of things but on you his minds made up
Cuz he swears theres nothing sweeter than tha sweet sound of your voice
You can always tell a country boy
Whatevers on your heart now come on and tell this country boy

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Artist : RODNEY ATKINS
Album : It's America

It started out summer fun
Chasin' Ally Brooke with a water gun
She'd laugh and she'd scream
She'd run and say you can't catch me

Well time passed I turned sixteen
Crusin' from the Sonic to the Dairy Queen
Runnin' the roads we ruled like kings

We'd say, well here comes Ally with her hot friends
They got water balloons in their hands
Oh man they got me now let's get them

[Chorus]
Chasin' girls, what a life
Man I love them can't get enough of them
From their toes up to their curls

Chasin' girls, hard to catch
Sweet to hold, even tougher to let them go
Nothin' like it in the whole wide world
Chasin' girls

Caught Ally Brooke, and that was that
Bought a home below on a culdesac
Settled in, and I knew that my girl chasin' day were through

Until she handed me the EPT
I said tell me what this blue strip means
That was then, and now our twins are three

And it's who left the popsicle on the couch
Don't let that dog lick it in the mouth
Up and down all around this house
I'm right back to where I started out

[Chorus]
Chasin' girls, what a life
Man I love them can't get enough of them
From their toes up to their curls

Chasin' girls, hard to catch
Sweet to hold, even tougher to let them go
Nothin' like it in the whole wide world
Chasin' girls

Last night I had a nightmare
The future was now here
My little girls were teens
And then these teenage boys appeared

Oh no
Yeah

[Chorus]
Chasin' girls, hard to catch
Sweet to hold, even tougher to let them go
Nothin' like it in the whole wide world
Chasin' girls

Chasin' girls
Oh
Whoo

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Artist : RODNEY ATKINS
Album : It's America

I sat beside a man from Hollywood, California on a plane
He said he had rich and famous friends, yeah he liked droppin' names
I said, "Well, howdy do, that's good for you, I dig a lot of those actors
But son you ain't got a thing on me, see I got friends with tractors"

They'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowin' speeders down
When they pass through from out of town

I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors

On Friday night we hit the woods, go boggin' in our trucks
It's just about a guarantee some good ole boy gets stuck
Where I come from, you can bet your butt a mud hole ain't a factor
I'll sink mine to the floorboards' cause I got friends with tractors

And they'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowing speeders down
When they pass through from out of town

I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors
Yee haw

I've been to fancy five star restaurants and I left there barely filled
They charged me for the water, the butter and the bread
That gourmet meal looked more to me like fish bait on a cracker
But I'll stay fat and happy 'cause I got friends with tractors

And they'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowin' speeders down
When they pass through from out of town

I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors
Yeah, I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors
Yee haw

Yeah man, talking about Internationals
John Deeres, Massey Fergusons
Whatever you got, we don't discriminate
Front end loaders, bush hogs, post hole diggers
Need 'em, gotta have 'em

I believe I do know one actor
Is Larry the cable guy an actor?
Oh well, he's got a tractor

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Artist : RODNEY ATKINS
Album : It's America

I got a call from my best friend this evening
He said he wasn't going out with us guys on Friday night
Yeah, he was gonna change for his new found flame to keep her satisfied
And I just laughed and said, "Hey man, well go ahead and try"

'Cause I gave up smoking, women and drinking last night
It was the worst fifteen minutes of my life

Now I've heard it said that too much fun will kill you
And I'll be the first to tell you that I don't wanna die
Too many twelve ounce curls, pretty girls and parties ain't advised
Well, take it from me don't believe all that hype

'Cause I gave up smoking, women and drinking last night
And it was the worst fifteen minutes of my life
That's right

Well, you could get hit by a truck tomorrow
So you might as well raise a little hell tonight

'Cause I gave up smoking, women and drinking last night
And it was the worst fifteen minutes of my life
Man, it was the worst fifteen minutes of my life
That's right

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Artist : RODNEY ATKINS
Album : It's America

We got the biggest dog you ever saw
Sprawled on the porch coolin' off
Down at our place,
His name is Ace

We got the humming birds comin in
Hittin those sugar water feeders
Then buzzin off again
Floatin in the wind

Then the sunset melts into a line of pines
Yeah life is slow out here,
But it sure suits me fine

[Chorus]
Cause it's the simple things that strum my strings
The baby crys the moma sings her back to sleep
Ohh it sounds so sweet
Its puttin in a hard days work,
Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
It's a friends and family gathering
A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring

Yeah it's the simple things

Yeah

Like takin my boy to the river on Sundays
Huntin Tadpoles and Indian money
And I just laugh,
While is flipflops splash

Then we spray em off cause we don't want chiggers
Baitin our hooks with chicken liver
Goin yellow cat fishin
A little whisker lip rippin

I love it when he says daddy give me five
And watchin him grunt and grin while hes reelin in
That flat head on his line

[Chorus]
It's the simple things that strum my strings
The baby crys the moma sings her back to sleep
Ohh it sounds so sweet
Its puttin in a hard days work,
Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
It's a friends and family gathering
A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring

Yeahh it's the simple things,
It's the simple things

Its feelin thankful just lookin at the stars
Its finding peace of mind in your own backyard

Yeahhh it's the simple things that strum my strings
Like big oak trees, tire swings, and lemonade,
Ice cold and homemade

Its puttin in a hard days work,
Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
It's a friends and family gathering
A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring

It's the simple things

Mmm

It's the simple things

That's it.

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Artist : RODNEY ATKINS
Album : It's America

Drivin' down the street today I saw a sign for lemonade
They were the cutest kids I'd ever seen in this front yard
As they handed me my glass, smilin' thinkin' to myself
Man, what a picture-perfect postcard this would make of America

It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America

Later on when I got home, I flipped the TV on
I saw a little town that some big twister tore apart
And people came from miles around just to help their neighbors out
And I was thinkin' to myself I'm so glad that I live in America

It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America!

Now we might not always get it all right
There's no place else I'd rather build my life

'Cause it's a kid with a chance, it's a rock 'n roll band
It's a farmer cuttin' hay
It's a big flag flyin' in a summer wind
Over a fallen hero's grave

It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song
It's a welcome home parade, yeah
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America! It's America! Oh, oh yeah, woo!

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Artist : RODNEY ATKINS
Album : It's America

I was late for work, had to pull to the side
While a funeral train of cars drove by with their lights on
It was just my luck, it went on and on for miles

I kept checkin' my watch, grittin' my teeth
Then suddenly it dawned on me that whoever this is
Is gonna be missed for a long, long time
It got me thinking

When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave half as much love behind when it's my time

So I followed that last car down to the church
Took off my ball cap, tucked in my shirt
I just had to see what kind of life could cause such as traffic jam

Heard story after story, people laugh, people cry
It didn't take long to understand why every pew was full
There's a lot of good souls made better for knowing him
And now I'm one of them

When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave half as much love behind when it's my time

Felt a hand on my back, turned around, someone asked
"Did you know him well?"
And I said, "Yeah, well enough to know"

When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
And I hope I leave half as much love behind when it's my time
Ooh, when it's my time

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion-
Is nothing new
Flashback-warm nights-
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after-

Sometimes you picture me-
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said-
Then you say-go slow-
I fall behind-
The second hand unwinds

[Chorus:]
If you're lost you can look-and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you-I'll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows-you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time-

[Chorus:]
If you're lost...

You said go slow-
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds-

[Chorus:]
If you're lost...
...time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well somethings lost, but somethings gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I really don't know life at all

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hands

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
Beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

I wished I had you in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.

But the sea is wide and I can't swim over
And neither have I wings to fly.
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy days so long ago.
My boyhood friends and my own relations.
Have all passed on now like the melting snow.

So I'll spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus,
On the long road down to the salty sea.

And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stones as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.

For I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
So come on ye young men and lay me down.

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

I used to think that I could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms

If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

[1]
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly

See I was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes silence can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me, oh

If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

[Repeat 1]

Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh

If I can see it, then I can be it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

[Repeat 1]

Hey, if I just spread my wings
I can fly
I can fly
I can fly, hey
If I just spread my wings
I can fly
Fly-eye-eye

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

Going back to a tender age,
So full of confusion and rage,
Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
Someone says, "Time heals the hurt.
Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on,"
But all you want is Mama's arms.

You ride back home in a limosine,
The saddest car that you've ever seen,
Your brother can not look you in the eye.
Lightning strikes, thunder roars,
An early winter in that heart of yours,
But you swear you won't let them see you cry
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.

The neighbors come and bring you pies,
Endless words and futile sighs,
And you run up to your room and lock the door.
And there you are in your Sunday best,
The way your Mama would have had you dressed
And you realize it doesn't matter anymore
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.

'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.
The seasons change the young boy grows
To understand it's all part of some plan.
You used to wonder what it's all about.
Now those are questions you can do without.
You laugh them off and do the best you can
But all you want is Mama's arms.
All you want is Mama's arms.

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

Oh the Summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Goes around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie go.....
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go

I will build my love a bower
Near yon pure and crystal fountain
Yes and on it I will lay
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go lassie go......
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go

If my true love wont have me
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go.....
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go

And we all go together'
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go lassie go.....

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

Live your life to the fall
With a lifetime of smiles
Made us know right from wrong
Always knowing a lie
You made us to be tough
But never too rough
Rise above what you said
Never easily lead.

And one day we'll all sing along
'Cause this is your song
I wrote it for you
It won't take all day
Just a minute or two

You were a friend
Walk with you to the end
And one day we'll all sing along
'Cause this is your song

So I'll try and go on
Loving all that we know
Through the hardest of times
you put on a show

You made us stand tall
When all around us would fall
Even when you were alone
You believed you could fly

And one day we'll all sing along
'Cause this is your song
I wrote it for you
It won't take all day
Just a minute or two

You were a friend
Walk with you to the end
And one day we'll all sing along
'Cause this is your song

And one day we'll all sing along
'Cause this is your song
We wrote it for you
It'll take all our lives
Just to help us get through
You were a friend
Walk with you to the end
And one day we'll all sing along
'Cause this is your song

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Artist : RONAN KEATING
Album : Songs For My Mother

We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah

We caught in a trap
I Can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby:

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Artist : SILVERSUN PICKUPS
Album : Swoon

It's the beauty of confession
In the sound when the levees break
And all the air is wrong, wrong
Redesigning a connection
A composition painted on my face
With a smile drawn on, on

Sit back and breathe
It's nice to know you work alone
My head is reeling
It's nice to know you work alone
It's nice to know you work alone

Disembody the move action
With water marks on a pillowcase
With all the nerves turned on, on
Overriding the obsession
To take it all and be on my way
Dragging the lead along, along

Sit back and breathe
It's nice to know you work alone
My head is reeling
It's nice to know you work alone
It's nice to know you work alone

But all the grace is gone, gone
And all the tired scorn is gone
And all the fire is gone, gone
But the reveal is gone, it's gone

Sit back and breathe
It's nice to know you work alone
My head is reeling
It's nice to know you work alone
It's nice to know you work alone

Reaching the serene
It's nice to know you work alone
My head's stopped reeling
It's nice to know you work alone
It's nice to know you work alone
It's nice to know you work alone
It's nice to know you work alone

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Artist : SILVERSUN PICKUPS
Album : Swoon

Do you think I'm sort of alive?
Should I set these motives aside?
Do I feel? Well sort of, but not
When you walk your body through mine

What's keeping my tongue tied?
I see when you roll your eyes
I swear any moment you will hear
My spirit explode

When there's fire on the ground
Should it turn my whole world around?
When the wheel's in the lake
Should I think it's a big mistake?
When there's smoke in the sky
Please wake me, I don't know why
When your hand stretches out
Is it way beyond, way beyond my reach?

Do you think it's sort of a crutch
When you try to rule me to touch
Do I shake? Well sort of, but not much
When the shades are summoned and crushed

What's keeping my tongue tied?
I see when you roll your eyes
I swear any moment you will hear
My spirit explode

When there's fire on the ground
Should it turn my whole world around?
When the wheel's in the lake
Should I think it's a big mistake?
When there's smoke in the sky
Please wake me, I don't know why
When your hand stretches out
Is it way beyond, way beyond my reach?

Reach
Keep reaching
For me
Does it make you nervous
When you hear my bones
Animate my body
Without my soul?

What's keeping my tongue tied?
I see when you roll your eyes
I swear any moment you will hear
My spirit explode

When there's fire on the ground
Should it turn my whole world around?
When the wheel's in the lake
Should I think it's a big mistake?
When there's smoke in the sky
Please wake me, I don't know why
When your hand stretches out
Is it way beyond, way beyond my reach?

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Artist : SILVERSUN PICKUPS
Album : Swoon

There's a vulture perching right off screen
And it's bitter and whispers chaotic things
And it reached in quick ain't it worrying
It's so easy to see, everyone can agree, stop listening

I know you've heard it before
But then it wasn't enough
You don't wanna be held back from the substitution
I know you've seen this before
And now enough is too much
You don't wanna be set back when the substitution comes
I'm sorry

You're a marionette in the center of
All the twisting strings coming from above
It may seem too deep to recover from
It's so easy to see, everyone can agree, just let it go

I know you've heard it before
But then it wasn't enough
You don't wanna be held back from the substitution
I know you've seen this before
And now enough is too much
You don't wanna be set back when the substitution comes
I'm sorry
I'm sorry

When the voices start spinning just be aware
I have brought enough stones for us to share
That one's grinning that one's burning, aim for the throat
Let him choke on the stones that we are to throw

It's the great downfall
Not the overthrow
If you shoot them down
It'll make you soar

When reactions turn into hurricanes
And the middle course seems a little tame
Whether full or empty it's all the same
It's so easy to see, everyone can agree, you're not to blame

I know you've heard it before
But then it wasn't enough
You don't wanna be held back from the substitution
I know you've seen this before
but now enough is too much
You don't wanna be set back when the substitution comes
I'm sorry

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Artist : SILVERSUN PICKUPS
Album : Swoon

Remember when you were the hunted
Remember when I swallowed you in
Remember the rewards shimmering on the floor
Off the plastic chandelier
Remember when I saw you in orbit
Remember when I pulled you back in
Remember looking on blinking into the dawn
Thinking how this will never end

Surrounded
Let's romanticize
Our beloved memories
Surrounded
Let's demonize
Our soft injuries
Surrounded
Can we get behind
Distortion and liberties
Surrounded
We're surrounded or spiraling

Remember when I played assassin
Remember when my joking turned grim
Remember how we thought if we followed the dots
It would stop all the accidents
Remember when you broke my halo
Remember when I tied your wings in
Remember how we slipped on the lies we equipped
Just to bring back the goods again

Surrounded
Let's romanticize
Our beloved memories
Surrounded
Let's demonize
Our soft injuries
Surrounded
Can we get behind
Distortion and liberties
Surrounded
We're surrounded or spiraling

Is it perfect in our little Hell
Are you dancing or stumbling beside me
Well this might not be
We'll just wait and see

So now that we've stopped hearing echoes
And now that the replay wore thin
Just remember who held you
Remember who held you
Remember who held you
Remember who held you
Remember who held you

Surrounded
Let's romanticize
Our beloved memories
Surrounded
Let's demonize
Our soft injuries
Surrounded
Can we get behind
Distortion and liberties
Surrounded
We're surrounded or spiraling

Is it perfect in our little Hell

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