Artist : TRAE
Album : Restless
(feat. Fat Pat)

[talking:]
Yeah, they finna have a problem on this one mayn
H-Town representing, Screwed Up Click
You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn
I had to take em back, on this one
We gon throw this back for P-A-T, and DJ Screw
Mafio and Gator, it's finna go down round here
You know we just getting started, Asshole By Nature

[Trae:]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in moving fast
Catch me tipping on fo' 4's, with my trunk open and close
Them haters gon kill theyself, when I pull up in suicide do's
400 dollar loc's on my face, with diamonds in my mouth
And I'm well acquainted with Johnny, bitch I'm shining in the South
No need to watch out for jackers, say homie I'm to the good
Not only because I'm strapped, but I kept it real with the hood
So it's understood, when I pull out that block in the line
You see me rolling, with the top down
Thinking how I just got paid, pop trunk wave
Like I'm fresh out of Jack, in a drop that got sprayed

[Hook x4: Fat Pat]
Just-just, got paid
Pop-pop, trunk wave

[Trae:]
It ain't no explaining off top, Trae fin to shine on em
If you ain't holding, move out the way while I recline on em
I tend to get reckless, whenever my trunk get to rocking
I rearrange the neighborhood, when I'm pulling up knocking
I know these haters watching, but they bet not cross the line
D-Boy two cars behind, fin to put something across your mind
We might just swang em down, and show em how we rep in Tex'
A '94 version of Pat, now who the next to plex
They ain't gon like it, when they get a taste of A.B.N.
Bubble lights, alligator insides yeah they gon hate me then
And I'm the truth, if you don't like it come and see me homie
And if you doubt it, I can make you where you believe me homie

[Hook x4]

[Trae]
In a wide body, and I'm sitting so thoed
Fresh set of glass, so I'm hogging up the road
Diamonds on the wood, definition of gripping grain
So I threw in a throwback Screw, and let that motherfucker bang
I'm in a zone I boss when I floss, riding for the set
And this paint that you see on this whip, is classified as wet
And I bet that you gon respect it, 'fore it damage ya mayn
Cause running off at the mouth, will get your car ran dead out the lane
And that's the bidness mayn, better respect a G 'fore he click
And I dropped the top the same time, I dropped the kit
And for the hate, I still swang and I swang and I swang to the left
Pop my trunk, yep-yep-yep-yeeep

[Hook x16]

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On
(feat. Yung Joc & Gorilla Zoe)

[Chorus:]
Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
Heard a lot of niggas got a lot to say
Save ya breath or state ya case
Speak yo mind and be on your way
Cause I ain't got time for the games you play
Every nigga in my squad gotta strap
Grind heard to put the block on the map
Ya CD ain't sellin, and the people ain't yellin
I'm telling you I'm goin back hard in the trap
Hustlenomics all I know, flip that money stack that dough
Think it's funny slap that hoe - take his money tax that hoe
Yeah I said I'll say it again when I play, I play it to win
Choppa, chop off all ya limbs - Doc it ain't no savin him

[Chorus:]
Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

[Verse 2: Trae]
Niggas mad but I'm here for the crown
All mark ass niggas better lay the fuck down
Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets
You don't wanna go there nigga sit the fuck down
Boys get low every time I get round
If I take it to the hood you'll never get found
When I come out with the K, everybody better pray
When I bust you can hear it from the other side of town
Get a few of these, runnin at you like fans
All fly ass niggas get dropped to the land
Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand
I'm a asshole sittin with a nice set of hands
G for real I put the H on that
Talk shit bitch I'm a get a case on that
Fuck rap I done put 'em in they place on that
I'm the certified truth goin off on the track

[Chorus:]
Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

[Gorilla Zoe:]
Fuck with a nigga like me get ya whole head bust
Cock back and bust, I stay strapped cause I love that rush
Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts(nigga)
Head on the pillow, you in a coffin
Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans
Ain't no shells cause nigga we fought 'em
I'm that problem you can't solve 'em
Cook 'em, chop 'em, serve 'em, shop 'em
We go broke my nigga we robbin
Eat what we can, while ya'll play possum
Shop with ya boy my products awesome
We stay strapped one five carbon
Eighteen flat and it ain't no bargain
Got that work so I up my margain
It's a drought so yeah I charge 'em

[Chorus: till End]

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On

[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

[Verse 1: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Twenty inch 4's, they don't make these on the drop
If they wanna jack I ain't finna tell a nigga stop
I bet a hundred stacks he can't take this out the glock
I'm a damn fool puttin broke niggas outta stock
Take a picture bitch send it to my niggas on lock
I'm a asshole, ghetto hoes love the way I rock
A sick mouth piece-I talk a bitch right up out the cot
I'm 'Tha Truth'if you say a nigga name
And I'll be there to cross ya ass if you say a nigga lame
I use to have a Hoop, but I rearranged the frame
So when they see me tippin slow-they get the fuck up out the lane
All Star in the game, money longer then a train
I finally got fly and I don't think I'm finna change
Thirty stacks out the safe so they see a nigga change
Fifty mo stacks now they know a nigga name
Nah the game ain't the same my attitude thru the roof
I'm bout to take my right hand and run it thru a nigga tooth
I hear boys gettin fly, swagger jackin in the booth
Tell them dickridin niggas that I'm the mothafuckin truth, Real Talk!

[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

[Verse 2: Trae]
Ay a nigga wanna find me-I'm the streets of the south
With a bunch of ignorant niggas that'll take it to ya house
In a click of black whips everytime a nigga floss
I tell a bitch to give me head, and tell a bitch to get lost
It ain't nothin to a boss-I'm a league of my own
Better greet me with the code when you hit me on the phone
Tell them hoes I'm on the roam on 26 inches of chrome
I'm at a half of mill and that's off of rappin alone
If you think I'm goin broke my nigga that's where you wrong
If the rappin stops I load up a couple bricks then I'm gone
I use to watch my brother turn powder right into stones
But I done switched the game and put the crack in a form of a song
Now I got the hood set, doors flyin like a jet
Ostrich in the whip got haters on deck
If they thinkin that was somethin tell e'm see me in a sec
Everytime I pull up on e'm I'm a leave they face wrecked(haha)
I'll shut a bitch down, have e'm shook when I'm around
Get e'm if they pride high try to run it to the ground
Ain't shit to get the click and make niggas get out of town
If you ever see this gangsta, then hit e'm up with a sign

[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

[Verse 3: Trae]
I'm a gangsta nigga you can tell when I walk
Right off the rip I check a bitch, and you can tell when I talk
I lost count ain't no tellin how many guns I done bought
And when it come to beef I won everytime that I fought
And if I ever end up caught, I get right back to the streets
And if I need to check a bitch I get right back to the beats
And if I need to touch a bitch I'm finna put e'm to sleep
And have his body out of function for a number of weeks
Asshole nigga never will I fold
And I represent the hood everywhere a nigga roll
I don't know what you was told but my boxin game cold
You try it you gon'be the first nigga that's gettin stoled
Then I'm back to the whips, slab floatin like a ship
I just released the top now they sayin I'm a trip
They hate the Mac-11 when I got a full clip
4 deep, 1 deep, 1 blood, 1 crip when I tip
I'm the one and I gotta let they ass know
Thinkin somethin slow and I'm a have to let my last go
I'll get ya touched for alittle bit of cash flow
Let the world know I'm a mothafuckin asshole!

[Chorus: Trae]
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block
Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On
(feat. Lil' Wayne)

Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!
G'd up from the feet up.
I got you Trae (you dig?)
A-B-C D-E-F

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a G to the end the end of the road
But back in the kitchen at the end of the stove
A T looks like we at the end of the O... drop a fo
In the 20 ounce call it 24s
You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fuck with bitches that give me mo'
Man, you know da game, same shit different hoes
We cut the ears and the tail off, Mickey Mouse...
Never been a rat never had him in the house
Call me Captain Kangaroo and I got money in my pouch
And, I don't mean loose change when I say, money in the couch (ya dig?)
I'm gettin paid that's what I already said
Caint see these niggaz, like to? on these niggaz
Got a bitch named, Nina and Nina so slutty
Cause she would do him and every one of his buddies (Weezie)

[Hook:]
We put them drinks down and pick them tools up
And if dude trippin we hit dude up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

We drop the top down and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 2: Trae]
Yea, yea, yea
I'm in the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it been hit by a couple of paintas
I'm gettin money but the fact that I'm gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin on the time to plex
Like this bopper shot gunnin the whip waitin on time to sex
It's ABN until I rest it won't be nothin less
Yes, I'm protected by the neighborhood, I never need a vest
I know dem hatas talkin, but they ain't sayin nothin
I hope they stay inside they place I'm a continue stuntin
My ice tha shit I'm probably at a hundred stacks, and runnin
I guess I'm fly cause my doors in da air and my trunk is hummin
I'm still movin slow, my swagga is jus got off da chain
Whether in the club, way in da hood I'm still gon make it rain
Yea, I'm tha truth so please address it when you say my name (Trae)
Ya try to take it to me, I'm a try to take it to ya brain

[Hook:]
We put them drinks down and put them tools up
And if dude trippin we hit dude up
And you shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

We drop the top down and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 3: Trae]
It's still tha same name new dip, new shoes
50 on da frame so I know I won't loose
Sittin so fly doors up when I cruise
All eyes on me everytime a nigga move
I pop another trunk and show the world I'm screwed up
They say a different color chain make ya put ya jewels up
Say bitch ya betta chill cause I beat ya dude up
Put him on da sideline and have his face bruised up, all screwed up
Oh yeah, these diamonds in my mouth show'em I rep tha south
They say a thousand dolla bitch got tha top tuken ova
Up in these streets I'm like a kid cause I love to get lost
And keep packin somethin that love to break a hata off
So when it come to this gangsta homey I got it locked
And if I put tha drop on tha block, I'm unable to stop
And when it come to what I do I'm tha numba one spot
They know I represent fo Screw and H.A.W.K. bangin my music top

[Hook:]
We put them drinks down and put them tools up
And if dude trippin we hit dude up
And you shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

We drop the top down and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On
(feat. 2Pac)

[Talking: 2Pac]
Yeah nigga, yeah - that's right
Baby, that's how we do it!

[Verse 1: Trae]
I'm back up in it once again - and who that claimin'that throne?
Bitch I'm a asshole, tell them mothafuckers I'm home [gun shots]
Still kickin it on my own, feds tapin my phone
I'm in the hood - livin what these niggas rap in a song(fake ass)
I remind 'em they dead wrong in the city I'm the king
And I can show you what it mean while I'm holdin this red beam
Niggas know the team, A.B.N and ain't no doubt we touch 'em all
Big, small, or tall - motto forever 'fuck 'em all
I heard 'em tell me that my attitude was out of line
I told 'em suck a dick and it's best to stay the fuck out of mine
Just for that tell them hoe niggas, they ass is out of time
I got it on my mind so it's understood who the fuck'll shine
I'm comin 'round the corner, lookin for a couple cats
Sittin'in the Hoop while my niggas sellin a couple packs
Anybody can get it tell 'em shoot me a couple stacks
They want the streets, I'll show 'em where the fuck it's at

[Chorus: w/ Trae talking over it]
Homie against all odds - Against all odds
Homie against all odds, Against all odds

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me - I think niggas is tryna kill me
Picturin'pistols spittin hollow points till they drill me
Keepin'it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggas is false - sittin in court - turned snitches
They use to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryna be strong they sendin armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm and fuck the world till I'm gone
Bitches be warned, word is bond, you'll get torn
I'm bustin on Guilliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin at punk bitches - and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad - I said it
This Thug Life - nigga we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred mothafuckers at yo do' - with 4 - 4's
HahaHaha, Yeah nigga, Thug Life

[Chorus: w/ Trae talking over it]

[Verse 3: Trae]
Tell 'em if they lookin 4 me ain't nothin changed, still posted up with a couple thugs
With a couple straps in my lap, holdin a couple slugs
I'm in a Chevrolet floatin on a couple dubs
Run up on me I'm a put 'em in ya chest like it's nothin but love
I'm in the game but still I feel like I'm against 'em all
I'm in my zone, I lace 'em up and take it to the wall
I swear I'm a G - and I'm a be that way until I fall
The shit I'm on'll have you prayin Jesus'll answer ya call
Then it be known that I'm against all odds
I prophesize through the hood - in underneath all guards
Bitch I'm here to put the fire underneath all frauds
So any nigga in my way'll be a mothafucker scarred
I'm the truth so reconize a livin legend in ya face
Before I catch a attitude and go to catch another case
I'm full speed, for the ride it ain't gon'be another race
And if you think it's somethin weak, then we can fall up out of place, motherfucker

[Chorus: w/ Trae Talking over it]

[Verse 4: Trae]
I'm on the edge feelin like a nigga hard to kill
And fuck them niggas anyway cause they don't keep it real
This mac eleven be enough to make a hater chill
Run up on me, I can show you how the fuck it feel
Fuck my foes and my use to be friends - I'm all good 'long as I'm gettin my ends
Homie against all odds, I let 'em know it ain't no need to pretend
So tell them niggas that I'm back at it again

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On
(feat. Slim Thug)

[Chorus:]
I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga
I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss
I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga
I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss
I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga
I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss

[Verse 1: Trae]
Picture me posted on the corner, my pants saggin below my ass
With somethin weighin down my pocket, from people countin my cash
I'm a hop inside the drop and let the top down, and squat down
Then I make 'em pump they brakes like I'm a stop sign
Told you I rhyme gangsta, I got it locked down - Houston, Texas my home
My paint stay wetter then a bitch - on this nice selection of chrome
And if I ever choose to roam homey, I'm good where I go
Better ask yo'favorite ghetto star, how I get down on the low
My hustle fuh sho, when I'm gettin this dough
You better believe if I talk about it I got it to show
My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the flo'
And don't worry bout the price it cost bitch I got money to blow
It's nothin to a boss!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I make the money but don't let the money make me
But my money make alot of haters hate me
'cause I'm a shine, I ain't tryna tone shit down
I'm a put it in they face and show I'm paid now
I'm livin laid now, use to be broke strugglin
Till I got up off my ass and started straight hustlin
Got out and got it on my own, wasn't gave nothin
You ain't heard that lil'young nigga stayed thuggin
Went from the streets, to the beats now I'm makin hits
Momma happy cause her son gettin paid legit
I been the shit mayne, before the paper came
You can take away my money, but can't take my game
I'm the boss nigga, gyeah...

[Verse 3: Trae]
Now in the hood I'm gettin paid - slam butterfly do's
Gettin money just guarantee me a bunch of fly hoes
So I choose to let 'em have it, it's evident talk is cheap
I put about thirty in my mouth so now they feel me when I speak(yeah)
I'm Trae Tha Truth you better go ask 'em who the streets
And ask 'em who that, in that black on black with ostrich sittin on the seats
My money speaks plus I'm surrounded by a couple freaks
I'm so much in my zone I ain't been home in bout a couple weeks
They use to tell me I was broke, I told 'em not for long
And pulled up on they ass in somethin, that cost bout forty stacks alone
See in these streets I'm like the president ridin on chrome
Saggin my ceasers with my t - shirt on - like I'm a boss

[Chorus: Till End]

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On
(feat. L. Boogie)

[Chorus: L Boogie]
So many times I tried, you know I needed you by my side
But you left me alone for the ride, and I ain't mad at ya
We all know that life goes on-The pain inside got me singin this song
That's why I'd rather be on my own my on, and I ain't mad at ya

[Verse 1: Trae]
I remember fightin the pain till I was out of breath
But now I live my life, ridin alone like it ain't nothing left
Who'd ever thought I'd do a song to show you how I felt
I tried to keep it real but it ain't no need you only for your self
No matter how many times you turn your back I'm doin fine
It ain't my concern about you and yours, I just keep doin mine
Day after day my people told me you was outta line
You probably took your time, prayin to God that I would never shine, Life goes on

[Verse 2: L Boogie]
It's funny how the tables turned, comin from nothing to something(oh yea)
Hell I went through so many things, wouldn't give it up for nothing
And though I learn to survive it's like I'm losin my mind
Cause it's a cold, cold world that we live in
And I can't believe they tried to shit on me, but oh well-Life goes on

[Chorus x2: L. Boogie RP]

[Verse 3: Trae]
I told myself it ain't no need for me to keep it real
Cause bein real is something that I see you just won't never feel
But I still do my thing and Lord knows I hate the pain
But I know it won't ever change, a G is what I'm gon remain
So I guess that I can't complain
It probably hurt your heart to see me get a piece of fame
But if you would've been down a hundred percent you would've got the same
No matter what I do it seem to me you kind of pissed
And I ain't mad at all you just another one on my list
So now I'm rollin in my zone, It might be lonely at the top but I'm comfortable on my own
I remember many days you was livin to do me wrong
Yeah you took me for granted but now you realizing I'm gone
It's another chapter closed and I'm movin on to the next
I use to stay up stressing but now it be easy for me to rest
It be the same situation when you come from the bottom
They love to watch you suffer, and hate to see you get it without 'em(it's a damn shame)

[Chorus: Till The End]

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On
(feat. Jadakiss & Styles P)

[Intro (Trae)]
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by nature
Peep game

[Verse 1 (Trae)]
I remember comin' up able to love nigga watchin' niggaz fuck over
They over sea I kept it reala
But bein' real ain't really always what niggaz make it to be
I never thought we'd make it and I'd have niggaz hatin' a G
I got enough shit that I deal with on the day to day
Penitentiary's the life after death don't seem to go away
Even though I never know the outcomes it's always safe to pray
And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna died
It fucked me up so much I couldn't even go to the wake
But if her family called I'm gon' make sure that they straight
It's like this part of my life I live is damn near mastered
The more people I love the more they get took away faster
Sometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more than the pastor
Prob'ly been livin' to make sure my son never become a bastard
I've never been the one to quit I've always been the leader
But I feel this world is like a bitch and I know I don't need her
If I ever had this I never took the time to meet her
So I feel a frown across my face the only way to greet her
In the process of bein' Trae I missed out as a child
Prob'ly cuz reality must stop
And they told my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his pile
He died at 28 so how the fuck am I supposed to smile shit

[Styles P]
I don't know my nigga
I ask myself the same shit everyday
How the fuck am I supposed to smile
Life's real over here though
Y'know

[Verse 2 (Styles P)]
Styles don't smile
The hood too foul
The lil niggaz is wild
Men lost trial
Hit 'em with some numbers he ain't eatin' doin' chow
He ain't even sleepin' he been thinkin' 'bout his child
It's real fucked up but he won't see him for a while
Same bullshit try'na get you a money pile
You don't see the reefer or the jail doors locked
I keep a tech with the air holes cocked
Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot
But Pinero's not
Gon' fuck with these fuck niggaz or air those Lox
It's real hard to sleep when its money on the mind and
Murder on the mind
Puffin' on the dutch with a fist full of iron
Somebody mom cryin' cuz somebody boy dyin'
It's the same ol' shit
Wait till the funeral
Same ol' trip
Crack money rap money
The same ol' grip
As Trae could've smiled out in Texas
Livin' reckless
If the cops gon' get you but niggaz'll leave you breathless
Shit I'm a winner
More like a sinner
Try'na make it to dinner
Then live after breakfast
Y'know

[Styles P]
Trae
S.P.
How the fuck are we suppose to smile
Man
Answer me that
Maybe I'll fuckin' smile
Y'know

[Verse 3 (Jadakiss)]
Nothin' to smile about
These lil niggaz is wildin' out
Do somethin' to 'em they dialin' out
Everybody lookin' at you like you foulin' out
Every hood everywhere that's what it's now about
The shootas is half your age
Give you half the gage
Daily news half the page
Known as a thug now he ain't just fly
Couple months in the group home in DFY
Truthfully what could have been pended but never did
And he slid
As a youthful offender cuz he's a kid
Problem is
The person he shot was connected
He comin' home thinkin' he's sweet and don't expect it
Big but he's still young
To him it's still fun
360 waves new gear blue steel gun
They say you ain't promised tomorrow
They got the drop and hit him right in his head with a hollow

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On

[Chorus: H.A.W.K.]
I would give my last breathe if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back - matter of fact bring the whole crew back
Give my - give my last breathe if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back - matter of fact bring the whole crew back
I would give my last breathe if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back - matter of fact bring the whole crew back
Give my - give my last breathe - Give my, give my last breathe
Give my - give my last breathe if I could bring you back

[Verse 1: Trae]
H.A.W.K. I feel like I'm lonely homey, I need to talk
So ask Jesus if I can see for a second - so we can take a walk
It's like alot done changed since we kicked it the night befo
I feel I lost it all but still got a part of my life to go(damn)
And just to let you know I'm livin it up to make you proud
That's why I represent and I scream it everytime I touch a crowd(yeah)
I'm Screwed Up Click forever, no doubt I'm a rep it like ya
Holdin it for Screw - maybe show the rest I'm gon step it like ya
Sometimes I feel I should've never got that call
And when I made it to the scene it's like my spirit took a fall
I was the last to leave the place where they found you, I couldn't breath at all
Sometimes I wake up feelin like why the fuck should I breath at all

[Chorus: H.A.W.K.]

[Verse 2: Trae]
Nobody can tell you bout pain - the way I can tell you bout pain
Watchin ya partna family suffer's enough to blow out ya brains
Everyday it be the same thing prayin that I can hold on
And I swear to life, you gon live thru this partna everytime I roll on
One hundred is what you was, keepin it real - like a few dubs
That's why you in the same category that me and Screw was
I remember you stayin down with me in my time of need
And on my son I got Josh and Corade for whatever they need
And if I lose my life I'm a rider, say Hawk another niggas try
But still I had to be stronger that's why I didn't cry
I pray you got to Heaven, and I feel it when I look up in the sky
I told you, you my brother forever - homey I didn't lie

[Chorus: H.A.W.K.]

[Verse 3: Trae]
I use to never understand when you hurtin why life go on
I guess cause they ain't never tell me that life it self is wrong
I would give my last breathe if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back, matter of fact bring the whole crew back
And if we never see each other I love you and that's a fact
And tell Pac I'm holdin it down, and chunk the duece for me to Pat
I ain't gon never switch it up Hawk I'm ridin this one out
And to the devil I'm the truth that's why he hidin this one out
I feel my body had to fight to mark yo casket to the grave
No matter how it went I never thought that I'd put you in the grave
I do this here for you and yo'momma, yo wife, and yo kids
Frasier to John homey, I got you that's what it is

[Chorus: Till End]

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On

[Chorus: Fat Pat sampled]

[Verse 1: Trae]
I'm still in it homie, yeah I ain't never left
A couple more problems under my belt, got me pacin my steps
This year alone enough to feel like my life ain't the same
Everybody watchin cause these haters keep callin my name
I thought it'd get greater when it come to fame
But all this roachin shit they put me thru'll have you smokin ya life away mayne
Still I don't blow at all - I choose to maintain
Cause whether I get high or not, my stress gon'be the same thing
Lord knows it ain't easy bein me, it ain't easy keepin it G
Knowin less then a day from now you ain't promised to see
I never light or roll it up, cause I can fight the pressure
Feelin'I was next watchin my brother H.A.W.K.lay on the stretcher
They same I'm crazy cause I never let my strain out
Everything stuck in my brain, done made it hard to take the stain out
Shit I do a song to take the pain out
And if I wasn't me I'd probably get a sack and try to blow my brains out

[Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat]
Lord knows if I couldn't maintain
And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain
Then I'd probably be gettin high
If they ain't never introduce me to fame
Or send my ass to live my life in the rain
Then I'd probably be gettin high
Stress got a nigga sittin low
And if I ain't know what I was livin fo'
Homie I'd probably be gettin high
Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high

[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in my zone now, everything feel wrong now
For the first time in a long time I'm on my own now
My life gon'always be realer then most of these folks
They never understand what I be watchin inside of these locs
It's hard to determine why people around ya
Knowin the real reason they come around, ain't for love or to kick it around ya
I take it slow and live it one day at a time
And blow my thoughts out with this pen, instead of dro to ease a nigga mind
That ain't no knock on gettin high homie
But I choose to live my life and kick it sober, checkin niggas who get fly homie
I watch my surroundings like my surroundings watchin me
Stayin fo'steps ahead of e'm, and drop e'm if they blockin me
Yeah it ain't easy but I'm known to hold it down
I seen my partna Shy brother leave home and he still ain't been found
It's been two years but still we fight to never lay it down
And pray he don't get caught, or have to put his people underground

[Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat]
Lord knows if I couldn't maintain
And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain
Then I'd probably be gettin high
If they ain't never introduce me to fame
Or send my ass to live my life in the rain
Then I'd probably be gettin high
Stress got a nigga sittin low
And if I ain't know what I was livin fo'
Homie I'd probably be gettin high
Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Life Goes On
(feat. Rich Boy & Lloyd)

[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go - cause oh
Everytime I call you be there for me
Baby girl I love you by my side
So anything you need, that means you got me
So just my ghetto queen gon' take that ride

[Verse 1: Trae]
Look here lil'momma I'm gangsta
Prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day
Some say that I'm a star, but in the hood I'm better known as Trae
I'm from around the way - where not too many make it out
And even if I did it's in my blood I'll never take it out
You say you got a man but I ain't tryna take his spot
I'm tryna be ya partna while I'm late night flippin on the block
So we can post up on this glass, tippin the Chevrolet
And get it, how we get it, then I'm gettin right back out ya way
I'm in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home
Ya man can lock you down, but me ain't nothin - rollin stone
And if you wanna chill tell his ass to leave you alone
Cause if he run up on me, I'm a run my fist upside his dome
Understand when I say I'm grown, and on that other shit
I'm tryna make a team but I ain't feelin all that lover shit
I'm tryna hit the lights and take it to you on that rubber shit
And keep it G, and leave it on that undercover shit

[Chorus: Lloyd]

[Verse 2: Rich Boy]
Ay lay back with me, feel free lil'momma
We can go the Bahamas in the summer
Lookin for the fat[? ], fuck the dumb hoes
And know that you'll ride with me baby fuck the po - po's
No pressure I ain't gotta test ya
I can leave you in my house with a hundred thousand on the dresser
Me and you - my beautiful bitch, so glamorous
So bad niggas pullin out they cameras
Together baby the world can't handle us
Hoes can't compete, no challengers
Summer time, we float on the boat
While I sip a lil'lean, and you puff a lil'smoke
I'm married to my money, but you could be my honey
The groupie bitches dump me - but I know that you love me
So on that note you can take this
Me and you be shinin harder then them diamonds on my wrist, M.O.B!

[Chorus: Lloyd]

[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
We can ride in my drop and spend some money on some Fendi
You never ask what type of gold diggers try to get me
Them hoes are silly, but I pass 'em in the Hemi
If a mothafucker touch you - I'm a hit 'em with that semi
You down like my nigga, so you know I got yo'back
Anybody put they hands on you, I'm a lay 'em flat
So spread ya wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know no better
You say you tired of that shit, then roll with me and it's whatever
When in the presence of a gangsta don't worry I got ya
And fuck the stress, give me a sec - I'm a get that up out ya
So get ya spot I'm on the grind right now
I'm prolly less then two seconds away from shine right now
You can post up and be the bitch I'm tryna find right now
And if you can't see that I'm tha truth baby you blind right now, Yeah

[Chorus: Till End]

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Tha Truth
(feat. Lupe Fiasco)

[Hook:]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Tryin' to justify the violence, reconcile in silence.
Dress it up in fancy clothes. Wash it down with diamonds.
Drown it out with music. Act like they don't apply to you,
Look how wobbly the rules is. You probly could improve if/

You was in charge, maybe runnin' thangs
(If) You was involved things would be different.
Maybe you could make a difference

Or probly not and things would stay the same
And you go to sleep at night
Knowin things will never change

Wake up in the mornin and you feelin kinda strange.
Don't remember last night, so you back at it again.
Turn back up your music. Put back on your chains.
Fasten on your watch and slide on all your rings.

Put back on your glasses that block out all the pain.
Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em that it's on.
Tell em that it's on.

[Hook:]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.

[Verse 2: Trae the Truth]
Destined to be a winner. Tryin to pick up where the rest lose.
Prayin to the Father, tryin' to figure out your next move.
Pain across your face and still you wear it like your best shoes.
But yet, you no accept it, cause it just might be your best news.

Nothin taken for granted, still you searchin for an answer.
Your fightin to be sane, your momma fightin with cancer.
Father ain't around, so now you gotta be the man, now.
Tomorrow ain't ever promised so you gotta take a stand now.

Hard times seem to be the only thing you understand.
Fuck seein a mil, you tryin to make it to a couple grand.
Even with a couple grand, you gotta try to make it last.
You ridin for the fam knowin the Devil tryin' to make ya crash.

You gotta hold on, homie if you only knew.
Never quit, knowin somebody doin' worse than you.

[Hook:]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.

[Verse 3: Trae The Truth]
You on the only road to give up. Strugglin where you're heart at.
Though death is where you end up, they tell me that's where we start at.
Either way, you gon make em remember you
Just pray you don't get stuck in homicide for that interview.

You ended up in tears when all you wanted was a smile.
(All the while) Lookin for hope you end up losin as a child.
Realizin nothin helps to take the the pain away.
Cause if it was somethin that numb away the feelinm
You'd pray to God to situate a day.

It's hard to keep it. Stand up. You're leanin on your last leg.
The pressure tryin' to weigh in. You just ran out your last bread.
Window of opportunity feelin like it just shut more.
They tell you to be thankful. Your response for em is "what for? "

It seem like everybody else in a better position.
Only thing else left to do is open up your ears and listen.

[Hook: x3]
Ain't no sense to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong.

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Tha Truth
(feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)

[Trae:]
Tha Truth back, let's get to bidness
It's something unfamiliar
Call it a foreign image
Paint heavily leaking
I guess it wasn't finished
Riding with something freaky
They tell me she the business
The chain clear, stones never cloudy
60 rats or better, nigga ask about me
Certified gangsta, please don't ever doubt me
Welcome to the streets
You can't get in without me
I'm Presidential, Obama painted the Vogues black
Toping in the Chevy, top rollin' back
My life a motion picture, bitch I ain't gotta act
I send em to your section, nigga hold that
It's raining scattered bullets
Too late to run for cover, I drain em like Kobe
Then I evacuate to the gutter
On something that's pokey with looks
And a trunk they'd like to stutter
I rank as the king of the city
It ain't gon be another,
(Inkredible, inkredible, inkredible, inkredible...)

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm sending shots, it's happy hour
I shoot from close range, I'm a need a shower
Brains in the sink, body on the counter
Women and the kids, leave em how I found em
I'm a real nigga, stand still nigga
I cut ya face, have ya lookin like Seal nigga
Then I pull ya card, then I deal witcha
Gamble witcha life, is this your lucky night
My bitch so fucking right, every night I fuck her twice
Big boy money bitch pockets on Charlie Wise
Tatted up, I'm scarred for life
Tell the cops I know all my rights
Got choppas I don't mean Harley bikes
Drop em like a bag of ice
Shades dark, flag bright
Wallet chain, chrome horse
Hair to the fucking back, call that shit Rosa Parks
Dr. Carter man I gave hip-hop open heart
Young Money baby aka Noah's Ark
Ahaha

And I'm Noah!
YOUNG MULA BABY

[Rick Ross:]
My money long, my temper short
My cars foreign my dick a boss
The guns new, the beef old
It's time to come through like never before
Liquid C4, look at me hoe
Look into my eyes do you see a C.O?
I'm talking kilo's, time to reload
Map fout ou deyo â€" "Shut the fuck up" in Creole
Bitch I'm paid up, get ya weight up
Pillow top back, realest shade up
I got them automatics so you know I'm automatic
All my auto's automatic you know that's automatic
What you niggas wanna see
Don't get caught in the street
I got G's that'll wait for a quarter key, nigga
I'm living nigga
Fuck the critics nigga (fuck em)
Shit is serious nigga
You hear the lyrics nigga (Yep!)
It's Ricky nigga

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Artist : TRAE
Album : Tha Truth
(feat. Lynzie Kent)

[Intro: Trae]
Let me talk to em
U need to pay attention to the truth
U know it's here
For every death, brings new life
And with new life,
Our chances are limited
They say it's limited by the experiences
That we may come across on a day to day basis
It's limited by the circumstances, of us bein less fortunate in life
They it's limited by the spirit and hope that we have
That everybody try to take from u
But then it's unlimited when u find peace with god

[Verse 1: Trae]
Come take a walk thru the hood with me
Where fake is at a lower lever cause pressure is hard
30 yearz in a cell wil leave a killer acquainted with god
Goin to war with pain will leave u internally scared
Watchin the world crash is kinda odd
We in the last dayz is what they tellin me
8 year old children bein convicted of a felony
Never hadda life stereo type from what they bred to be
Momma dead daddy prolly somethin they will never see
The economy underfire by president bush
That's why the hood spend most of their dayz
Blowin president kush the way he got us given daily
Give us a reason to push unless he on the verge of suicide
And we give em a push
Katrina came and left our neighbors with some deadly weather
And off the rip I beg the lord to try to make it better
I feel they pain so now I ride with them like it's w/e
Yea I represent for new orleans and texas together
I gotta kipe the other day from my homie on lock
They beg me not to swtch up like rest look here
Homie I'm not
So every chance I get to roll I'm comin the blok
I'm in the pennitentary walls til they tell me to stop
I witness murder by the minute on anothe skill
Sirens and a couple shots mean another body still
Even if we see it rules got us unable to tell
My heart goes out to all those victims who done been thru hell
Children molested by these cowards who ain't in at all
As long as I'm lvin I ain't gon let these cowards win at all
And for my people I'm a stand up till a soldier fall
I'm so serious ain't no need for me to grin at all
And on another know my girl homie momma is a smoker
I promise I wanna help but she duk off when I approach her
I'm so sensitive to the pain that I'm numb
Put the world against me on my babies I ain't finna run
And speakin of babies I'm seein babies havin babies
Hoe ass niggas skeetin in these kids like they grown ladies
They tell life gon get better if obama win
I agree as long as he don't switch up in the end
My brother been in the pen a little over ten
I gotta send him pictures just to help em live again
I let em know there's no limit how far this end extend
If I gotta die to see em free then I'll be chekin in
That's on my spirit homie

[Verse 2: Lynzie Kent]
The vultures are comin
Their hunting for your blodd
Their circlin the streets
But don't give em what they want [x2]
And I know u got a secret
And it's casuin u pain
So lay low baby
It won't hurt u again [x4]
I look thru these eyes
And these eyes only
I live thru this life
Sometimes it's loney
I look thru these eyes
And these eyes only
I live this life
Sometimes it's lonely

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

Been beat up and battered 'round
Been sent up, and I've been shot down
You're the best thing that I've ever found

Handle me with care
Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
But baby, you're adorable
Handle me with care
I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care

Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I've been fobbed off, and I've been fooled
I've been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

[Guitar Solo]

Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Handle me with care

I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care

Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

I've been uptight and made a mess
But I'll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

He love your sexy body, he loves your dirty mind
He loves when you hold him, grab him from behind
Oh baby, you're such a pretty thing
I can't wait to introduce you to the other members of my gang

You don't need no wax job, you're smooth enough for me
If you need you oil changed I'll do it for you free
Oh baby, the pleasure would be all mine
If you let me drive your pickup truck and park it where the sun don't shine

Every time he touches you his ass stands up on end
His legs begin to quiver and his mind begins to bend
Oh baby, you're such a tasty treat
But I'm under doctor's orders, I'm afraid to overeat

He love your sense of humor, your disposition too
There's absolutely nothing that he don't love about you
Oh baby, I'm on my hands and knees
Life would be so simple if I only had you to please

Oh baby, turn around and say goodbye
You go to the airport now and I'm going home to cry
He loves your...

Electric dumplings
Red bell peppers
Fuel injection
Service charge
Five-speed gearbox
Long endurance
Quest for junk food
Big refrigerator
Trembling Wilbury
Marble earrings
Porky curtains
Power steering
Bottled water
Parts and services

Dirty world, a dirty world, it's a ...ing dirty world

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

Oh yeah
Well, I get rattled every time we meet
I get rattled even in my sleep
I get rattled, baby, o-over you

Yeah, I get twisted, I get turned around
I get twisted, and I'm up then I'm down
I get twisted, baby, o-over you

Well, baby, baby, baby won't you save one night for me
Baby, baby, baby is there something wrong with you
Baby, baby, baby this is out of my control
It looks like nothing's wrong but deep down in my soul

I'm twisted - shaken - rattled (grrrwl)

I get rattled, baby, over you

[Guitar solo]

Rattled Baby, over you

Well, baby, baby, baby won't you save one night for me
Baby, baby, baby is there something wrong with you
Baby, baby, baby this is out of my control
It looks like nothing's wrong but deep down in my soul

I'm twisted - shaken - rattled (grrrwl)
I get rattled, baby, o-over you

Oh, I get shaken, I'm torn up by the roots
Yeah, I'm shakin', way down in my boots
I get rattled, baby, over you
Yeah, I get rattled, baby, over you
Yeah I'm rattled, baby, over you

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night

She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night

Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night

I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night

I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
The party's just beginning she said, "Your money or you life?"
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night

Now I'm back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night

[Repeat to fade]

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

You always said that I'd be back again
That I'd come running to you in the end
I thought that you were on your own
And now I find you're not alone

I'll see you through the rain
Through the heartache and pain
It hurts like never before
You're not alone any more

You always said that I would know someday
Just how it feels when your love walks away
I let you down, I let you go
I lost you, how was I to know

I'll see you through the rain
Through the heartache and pain
It hurts like never before
You're not alone any more

I never knew I could feel this way
I never could see past yesterday
You feel that everything is gone
I feel it too, you're not alone

I'll see you through the rain
Every heartache and pain
It hurts like never before
You're not alone, you're not alone
You're not alone any more, any more, any more

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

Congratulations for breaking my heart
Congratulations for tearing it all apart
Congratulations you finally did succeed
Congratulations for leaving me in need

This morning I looked out my window and found
A bluebird singing but there was no one around
At night I lay alone in my bed
With an image of you goin' around in my head

Congratulations for bringing me down
Congratulations now I'm sorrow bound
Congratulations you got a good deal
Congratulations how good you must feel

I guess that I must have loved you more than I ever knew
My world is empty now cause it don't have you
And if I had just one more chance to win your heart again
I would do things differently but what's the use to pretend

Congratulations for making me wait
Congratulations now it's too late
Congratulations you came out on top
Congratulations you never did know when to stop

Congratulations

[Repeat to end...]

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

I've wandered around with nothing more than time on my hands
I was lost in the night with no sight of you
And at times it was so blue and lonely
Heading for the light

Been close to the edge, hanging by my fingernails
I've rolled and I've tumbled through the roses and the thorns
And I couldn't see the sign that warned me, I'm
Heading for the light

Ooh - I didn't see that big black cloud hanging over me
And when the rain came down I was nearly drowned
I didn't know the mess I was in
My shoes are wearing out from walking down this same highway

I don't see nothing new but I feel a lot of change
And I get the strangest feeling, as I'm
Heading for the light

[solo]

Ooh - my hands were tired
Jokers and fools on either side
But still I kept on till the worst had gone
Now I see the hole I was in
My shoes are wearing out from walking down this same highway

I don't see nothing new but I feel a lot of change
And I get the strangest feeling, as I'm
Heading for the light

I see the sun ahead, I ain't never looking back
All the dreams are coming true as I think of you
Now there's nothing in the way to stop me
Heading for the light

Now there's nothing in the way to stop me
Heading for the light

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

Mar--ga--rita, ah
Mar--ga--rita, ah
Ooh

It was in Pittsburgh, late one night
I lost my hat, got into a fight
I rolled and tumbled, till I saw the light
Went to the big apple, took a bite

Still the sun went down your way
Down from the blue into the gray
Where I stood I saw you walk away
You danced away

I asked her what we're gonna do tonight
She said "Cahuenga Langa-Langa-Shoe Box Soup"
We better keep tryin' till we get it right
Tala mala sheela jaipur dhoop

She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper

Mar--ga--rita

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill

It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire"

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory

Next day the undercover cop was-a hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you don't know"

The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on

I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

[repeat chorus]

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 1

Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, doing the best you can
Well it's all right, as long as you lend a hand

You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring (End of the Line)
Waiting for someone to tell you everything (End of the Line)
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring (End of the Line)
Maybe a diamond ring

Well it's all right, even if they say you're wrong
Well it's all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it's all right, As long as you got somewhere to lay
Well it's all right, everyday is Judgment Day

Maybe somewhere down the road aways (End of the Line)
You'll think of me, wonder where I am these days (End of the Line)
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays (End of the Line)
Purple haze

Well it's all right, even when push comes to shove
Well it's all right, if you got someone to love
Well it's all right, everything'll work out fine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line

Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive (End of the Line)
I'm glad to be here, happy to be alive (End of the Line)
It don't matter if you're by my side (End of the Line)
I'm satisfied

Well it's all right, even if you're old and gray
Well it's all right, you still got something to say
Well it's all right, remember to live and let live
Well it's all right, the best you can do is forgive

Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, even if the sun don't shine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

She's got her pudding in the oven
And it's gonna be good
She better not leave me
And go out to Hollywood
She got the best pudding in the neighborhood

She's my baby
She can drive a truck
She can drive a train (my baby, ma-ma my baby)
She can even drive an aeroplane
She's so good to look at in the rain
She's my baby

She's comin' down the sidewalk
She's stumblin through the door
She's coming home from places she's never been before
She sits down on the sofa
She poors herself a drink
Says, "Honey, honey, honey ain't no time to think"

My baby
My baby

[guitar solo]

My baby

She's got a body for business
Got a head for sin
She knocks me over like a bowling pin
She came home last night and said,
"Honey, honey, honey it's hard to get ahead."

My baby
My baby

She can build a boat
She can make it float (my baby, ma-ma my baby)
She can play my guitar
Note for note
She likes to stick her tongue right down my throat
She's my baby

My baby
My baby
My baby [repeat and fade]

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

Look out your window
That grass ain't green
It's kinda yellow
See what I mean?

Look up your chimney
The sky ain't blue
It's kinda yellow
You know it's true

(It's so hard to figure what it's all about)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out

Look down your drain pipe
What color do you see?
It's got to be yellow
Don't try to fool me

(And don't it make you wanna twist and shout)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out

Be careful where you're walking
You might step in something rough
Be careful where you're talking
And saying all that stuff

Take care when you are breathing
Something's funny in the air
And somethings I'm not saying
'bout what's happening out there
It's inside out

Look into the future
With your mystic crystal ball
See if it ain't yellow
See if it's there at all

(Ain't no shadow or a doubt)
(Don't it make you wanna twist and shout)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
(Inside out)
(Right side up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out

(Inside out)
(Inside out)

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

Waltzing round the room tonight
In someone else's clothes
You're always coming out of things
Smelling like a rose
You hang your head and your heart is filled with so much misery
You'd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me

You say let's go to the rodeo
And see some cowboy fall
Sometimes it seems to me you've
Got no sympathy at all
You keep on going on and on about how you're so free
You'd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me

It ain't easy to get to you
But there must be some kind of a way
If only two could look to you
For only one moment of each day

You're saying that you're all washed up
Got nothing else to give
Seems like you never figured out
How long you have to live
You could feel like a baby again sitting on your daddy's knee
Oh how happy you would be
If you belonged to me

The guy your with is a ruthless pimp
Everybody knows
Every cent he takes from you
Goes straight up his nose
You look so sad, you're going so mad, any fool can see
You'd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me

You'd be happy as you could be
If you belonged to me

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

While you're strolling down the fairway
Showing no remorse
Glowing from the poisons
They've sprayed on your golf course
While you're busy sinking birdies
And keeping your scorecard
The devil's been busy in your back yard

Steaming down the highway
With your trucks of toxic waste
Where you gonna hide it
In the outer space?
You don't know what you're doing
Or what you have to guard
The devil's been busy in your back yard

Sometimes you think you're crazy
But you know you're only mad
Sometimes you're better off not knowing
How much you've been had

You see your second cousin
Wasted in a fight
You say he had it coming
You couldn't do it right
You're in a western movie, playing the part
The devil's been busy in your back yard

Sometimes they say you're wicked
But you know that can't be bad
Sometimes you're better off not knowing
It'll only make you sad

They're coming down Picadilly
Dripping at the dash
Wasting sticky Willy
Covering him with their cash
They just might not have noticed, they've been beating him so hard
And the devil's been busy in your back yard

Devil's been busy in your back yard
Devil's been busy in your back yard

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

Seven, seven, seven--deadly sins
That's how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
That's when the fun begins
(Seven deadly sins)

(Sin number one) was when you left me
(Sin number two) you said goodbye
(Sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie

Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out around the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)

(Sin number four) was when you looked my way
(Sin number five) was when you smiled
(Sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why

Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins

(Seven deadly sins)
(Seven deadly sins)
(Seven deadly sins)

Seven deadly sins
That's how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

You walk in, half past nine
Lookin' like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obscene
Woman I've tried so hard
Just to do my best
They're gonna put me in the poor house
And you'll take all the rest

Up all day, down all night
Working on the job
Everything I do is wrong
I always end up right
Woman I try so hard
Done all I can do
They're gonna put me in the poor house
Keep all the best for you.

Ooh, in the poor house
Ooh, in the poor house

If a drove a pulpwood truck
Would you love me more?
Will you bring me diamonds
And hang around my door
Woman, I've done my best
They're ain't much left for me
They're gonna put me in the poor house
And throw away the key

(In the poor house)
Ooh, in the poor house

You walked in, half past nine
Lookin' like a queen
Serving me with papers
Calling me obscene
Woman I've tried so hard
Just to do my best
They're gonna put me in the poor house
And you'll take all the rest

In the poor house
Ooh, in the poor house

In the poor house
Ooh, in the poor house

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

Where were you last night?
You were so uptight
What did you do, who did you see?
Were you with someone
Who reminded you of me?

Where were you last night?

Where were you last week?
Were you up a creek?
Did you stay up pacing the floor?
Got me worried
You ignore me more and more

Where were you last night?
You weren't around me
When they found me
Where were you last night?

You'd better stop your messin' around
Your name is going round from town to town
It's making me sad
Making me feel bad
Where were you last night?

Where were you last year?
You're sure as hell weren't here
You weren't waiting where you said
You sent someone in your place instead

Where were you last night?
It's getting to me
Making me gloomy
Where were you last night?

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

Well I woke up this morning
The place was such a wreck
I couldn't reach the bathroom
Thought I'd better clear the deck
I tried to call the lawyer
And ask him what to do
He referred me to his doctor
Who referred me back to you
And when you checked the manual
You kept inside the case
It said 'put it in a cool dry place'

I drove around the city
Looking for a room
That was high above the water
Where my things could be in tune
There was no one to help me
Nobody even cared
I had to got through hell
To get those things up there
I paid my first subscription
Then I joined the idle race
And they said 'store it in a cool dry place'

I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums
Accordions and mandolins and things that sometimes hum
Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score
And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor

Some places they get mildew
And others get too hot
Some places are so damp that
Everything you got just rots
All kinds of condensation
Directories of the rain
There's not much compensation
When everything's been stained
Some have sentimental value that
Cannot be erased
Go store it in a cool dry place

We got solids and acoustics
And some from plywood board
And some are trimmed in leather
And some are made with gourds
There's organs and trombones
And reverbs we can use
Lots of DX-7s
And old athletic shoes
I bought a great big building
It took up one whole block
I made an inventory
Of all the things in stock
The place was getting longer
I was up all night
I used up all my pencils
But I went onto spite
The blury of my vision
The sweat upon my face
I've got to put this stuff away
I mustn't leave a trace

The landlord's breathing down my neck
He say's it's a disgrace
So I said 'put it in a cool, dry, place.'

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

I don't want nothing
Nothing but you
Am I waiting
Looking for a new blue moon

I'm so tired waiting
Waiting for you
Am I waiting
Looking for a new blue moon

So many moons have come and gone
And none of them were blue
So many times the sun came up but
Came up without you, you, ya yoo hoo oh

You won't call me
Call me lonely
Am I waiting
Looking for a new blue moon

So many moons have come and gone
And none of them were blue
Too many times the sun came up but it
Came up without you, you, ya yoo hoo oh

Someday when you hold me
Someday you may see
I was waiting
Looking for a new blue moon

I was waiting
Looking for a new blue moon
Blue Moon

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

You took my breath away
I want it back again
Look at the mess I'm in
I don't know what to say
I don't know how to feel
You don't care anyway
All I can do is wait
You took my breath away

You took this song of mine
And changed the middle bit
It used to sound alright
But now the words don't fit
It's getting hard to rhyme
Impossible to play
I've tried it many times
You took my breath away

One day when the sun is shining
There will be that silver lining

You knocked my headlights out
So turn them on again
I can't see where I'm going
I can't tell where I've been
I don't know how to feel
This hasn't been my day
Seems like I've lost a wheel
You took my breath away

You took my breath away
You took my breath away
You took my breath away

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Artist : TRAVELING WILBURYS, THE
Album : The Traveling Wilburys, Vol. 3

You put your hand on your head
Put your foot in the air
Then you hop around in the room
In your underwear
Ain't ever bin nothin' quite like this
Come on baby it's The Wilbury Twist

Lift your other foot up
Fall on your ass
Get back up,
Put your teeth in a glass
Ain't ever bin nothin' quite like this
It's a magical thing called The Wilbury Twist

Everybody's tryin' to do the Wilbury Twist

Roll up your rug,
Dust your broom
Ball the jack,
Howl at the moon
Ain't ever bin nothin' quite like this
Everybody's tryin' to do The Wilbury Twist

Turn your lights down low
Put your blindfold on
You'll never know
Where your friends have gone
Could be years before you're missed
Everybody's trying to do The Wilbury Twist

It's a different dance
For you all to do
Spin your body like a screw
Better not forget it on your shopping list
You can stop and buy one it's The Wilbury Twist

Ain't never bin nothin' quite like this
Eh, come and get it it's the Wilbury Twist
I guess by now you got the gist
Everybody's crazy 'bout the Wilbury Twist

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Artist : TRAVIS BARKER
Album : Give The Drummer Some
(feat. Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz, The Game)

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Game]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em
Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16
Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that's Swizz Cheese!

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Lil Wayne]
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's
I'm in my prime like Deion
I'mma shine like neon
I'm a Lion like Leon
But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I'm an F'ing star
Haha, get it? I'm an FN star
Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards
If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Rick Ross]
Tupac and Juice riding ? on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof
Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose
Got the wide body I'm a fat muthafucker
In Swahili I'm screaming 'stack muthafucker'
Ya homie won't stop until I decide to
Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump
Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so?

[Swizz Beatz - x2]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

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Artist : TRAVIS BARKER
Album : Give The Drummer Some
(feat. Slaughterhouse)

[Hook]
I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can't win this fight
Hands together if you there tell 'em leave me alone
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
(Devils got a hold of me)

[Joell Ortiz]
Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat
He hates when I'm writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up,
vibrating and all that
I don't wanna see no wall crack
I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the
World cause I'm dope like them four packs
Sitting in, writes on my window sill
Making sure everything stays on chill
? wearing all white ? Sayin' pay yo bills
So that raw metaphor that I thought of before
I don't remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store
And I heard ?so you off touring?
I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that ain't never let me score
Looking at me like I'm something she ain't never ever saw
So a one hour run somehow turned into 24
Wifey callin', I hit ignore
My priorities is poor, listen Lord

[Hook]

[Royca Da 5'9']
(Nickel)
My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it
Plus I am awkward, uh
I am an addict's son, plus I am an addict son!
I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums
I am the lead done factor that's why I got an edge on rappers
I am red rum backwards
I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me
I signed a deal with my maker, Satan's my record company
I got a k canon, I buy chincillas
My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon
Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon
The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I ain't landing
I am the bank bandit
I got a buying problem
I goes in and walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em

[Hook]

[Joe Budden]
I'm talking, I'm talking,
He talks, I listen
GPS on my position
Just living, just hanging out with the opposition
Can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
Stupid, ya'll, think it was just me
I belong in prison crazy by my own admission
On a mission to grab a podium
Let me tell the public that I'm self-destructive
I ain't looking for no help, fuck it
Look for a way to get high
I'm still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try
?
We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain
What are we sayin', friends and family wanted me to change
But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it
I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold
No fame, success, nigga, no hope
Sleep in the corner in Soho
My uppers down, its no dough
Fuck it they ain't put me under yet
Think what you wish I ain't got one regret

[Hook]

[Crooked I]
My automobile is not a Bentley
He knows that my pockets empty
The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me
Standing on the block, you should not offend me
I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don't think the spirit of God is in me
Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating
I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waiting
Nobody safe in your crib, when I'm in that staircase I'm bare-faced
Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raising
And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic
Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt
He did not believe it
He's losing blood and I'm cold blooded like I'm anemic
I need a doctor I'm psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret
Or see a Priest and I might just chill
Or will I blow 'em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill
Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will
I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real

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Artist : TRAVIS BARKER
Album : Give The Drummer Some
(feat. Kid Cudi)

(Yeah, yeah)
Relaxed and I'm thinking did I forget to mention
I'm sitting on a location, I call it new station
Destructing my best hope is
Mother fuckers ain't got no life, no vision, no ambition
No will to do a damn thing, they often speakeasy and talk down on a nigga make it shinin'
how is that bubbly?
so menstrual psychology
Tamponing, stressful overloaded jealous niggas
I'm in my own world, literally no bullshit baby!

[Chorus:]
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head

Ain't nobody tripping on, I'm cool, relax
I keep my mojo on, damn no turning me off
I keep making that money, that money, that money,
Yeah, keep my mojo on, damn, no turning me off
Ain't nobody tripping on, I'm cool, relax
I keep my mojo on damn no turning me off
I keep making that money, that money, that money, yeah
I keep my mojo on, damn, no turning me off.

[Chorus:]
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now

[2x Bridge:]
They stay living right in their own eyes, in their own lies,in their holes
We see beyond the hate, we see a poor soul who hasn't been told they only know what they've been shown

[2x Chorus:]
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa
I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now

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Artist : TSUI, SAM
Album : The Covers

(Yeah Sam)
(I wanna have your baby)
(Tsui)

The way you make me feel
ABC, easy as 123

You and I must make a pact
We must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I'll be there

Gonna make a change
For once in my life
I'll reach out my hand to you
its gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference,
Gonna make it right
I'll have faith in all you do

Whoa, oh
Just call my name
And I'll be there

A summers disregard
A broken bottle top
And a one man soul
They follow each other on the wind you know
Cause they got no where to go

That's why I want you to know
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
No message could have been any clearer

If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself
And make a change

You've been hit, you've been struck by
A smooth criminal

She was more like beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one
(Baby) Wanna dance on the floor in the round
(And no one's gonna save you from this beats about to strike)

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
(Baby) Wanna dance on the floor in the round
When you're fighting for you life
Inside this killer, thriller tonight

They told him "Don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear"
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
(She's not my lover, she's just a girl)
(Who thinks that I am the one)
(But the kid is not my son)
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it,
You and I must make (Beat it) a pact
(I'll be there, We must bring salvation back)

Just beat it
I'm starting with the (Beat it) man in the mirror
Its a thriller,
I'm asking you to change his ways, thriller now

Just beat it
(You and I must make a pact)
Billie Jean is (Beat it) not my lover
I'll be there, she's just a girl who thinks that I am the one

Just beat it
I'm starting with the (Beat it) man in the mirror,
The kid is not my son
Thriller, thriller now

Just beat it
I'm starting with the
Beat it
I'll be there
But the kid is not my son
Just beat it
Billie Jean is not my lover
Holding out my hand to you
Its a thriller, I'm asking you to change your ways,
Thriller now

Just beat it

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Artist : TSUI, SAM
Album : The Covers

Rah-rah-rah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-rah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I've had a little bit too much, Oh-ooooh!
And all the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, lost my phone now

What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright

I want your love
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love
And your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oooooooooh....

Just dance, gonna be okay, da dot doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da dot doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just

Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame
Do you want love, or you want fame
Are you in the game
Doin' the lovegame

Oh-oooh!

Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame
Do you want love, or you want fame
Are you in the game
Doin' the lovegame

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me

Is magical, we be so fantastical

yeah yeah!

luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after you've been hooked I'll play the one that's on your heart

It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing light
'Cause you know that baby, I

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know you

Can't read my,
Can't read my
No you can't read my poker face
I've got love nobody
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No you can't read my

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until I call you mine

Ooooh!

Rah-rah-rah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!

Just dance...

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Artist : VIOLENT FEMMES
Album : Violent Femmes

When I'm out walkin', I strut my stuff -- yeah, I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite; I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on... like I blister in the sun
Let me go on... big hands, I know you're the one

Body and beats, I stain my sheets -- I don't even know why
My girlfriend, she's at the end -- she is starting to cry
Let me go on... like I blister in the sun
Let me go on... big hands, I know you're the one

When I'm out walkin', I strut my stuff -- yeah, I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite; I just might stop to check you out
When I'm out walkin', I strut my stuff -- yeah, I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite; I just might stop to check you out
Body and beats, I stain my sheets -- I don't even know why
My girlfriend, she's at the end -- she is starting to cry
When I'm out walkin', I strut my stuff -- yeah, I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite; I just might stop to check you out

Let me go on... like I blister in the sun
Let me go on... big hands, I know you're the one

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Artist : VIOLENT FEMMES
Album : Violent Femmes

I need someone, a person to talk to
Someone who'd care to love
Could it be you?
Could it be you?

The situation gets rough, and I start to panic
It's not enough, it's just a habit
And, kid, you're sick
Well, darling, this is it

Well, you can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back, I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time, do it all the time

I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record!
Oh, yeah? Well, don't get so distressed
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed?

I take one, one, one 'cause you left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three for my heartache
And four, four, four for my headaches
And five, five, five for my lonely
And six, six, six for my sorrow
And seven, seven for no tomorrow
And eight, eight, I forget what eight was for
But nine, nine, nine for the lost gods
Ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything

Well, you can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back, I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time, do it all the time, do it all the time

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Artist : VIOLENT FEMMES
Album : Violent Femmes

Tell ya, man, I'm stuck on this lovely girl
Of course to me, she mean all t' world
But then she like another guy
I fall down dead, she never see the tears I cry

So please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please do not go

How long can the days go on when my love is so strong?
And I know I cannot tell a lie, I want to see him go bye
Goodbye, bye, goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Now I wonder, I wonder what she would say
If I told her, if I told her I felt this way
You know it might make her turn, might make her turn
Might make her turn either way
So all I can do is patiently pray, pray, pray, pray, pray

So please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please do not go

How long can the days go on when my love is so strong?
And I know I cannot tell a lie, I want to see him go bye
Goodbye, bye, goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

I'll tell you, man, I'm stuck, I'm stuck, I'm stuck on this lovely girl
And y'know I'd travel, I could travel over the whole world
And you know what she does, she turn around and like another guy
I fall down dead, she never see the tears I cry

Please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please do not go
Please, please, please, you hurt me so
Please, please, please, you hurt me so
Please, please, please, I've got something to show

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