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Floyd Cramer – Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head Lyrics

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his
bed
Nothin’ seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep
fallin’

So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done
Sleepin’ on the job
Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep
fallin’

But there’s one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won’t defeat me
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head

But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free
Nothin’s worryin’ me

—— trumpet ——

It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free
Nothin’s worryin’ me

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Stig – Moottoritiesi Lyrics

Sä olit siin
Mä olin vasta tullut maalta kaupunkiin
Ja me Espan puiston penkil tavattiin
Siinä jätskitötterö sit jaettiin
Se meni niin
Et mun kämpil pari yötä vietettiin
Ja mä kuvittelin, et me mennään naimisiin
Tuli syksy ja sä laitoit luukun kii

Joskus vaan huomaa, se on tuulen tuomaa
Pettyy ja huokaa, kun lensi se pois

Sä olit minun kultani pieni
Mä olin sulle pelkkää bitumia vaan
Mä olin sinun moottoritiesi
Josta läpi kuljetaan. Lalalalalalalaa

Mua kaduttaa
Ku ei ollu mulla kanttii peruuttaa
Kun en pistänyt mä hanttiin ollenkaan
Vaik ei se ollut silti hullumpaa
Ei ongelmaa
Ei se jäänyt pitkäks aikaa vaivaamaan
Pari lippistä mun päätä koristaa
Sitä joskus puskurinsa kolauttaa

Joskus vaan huomaa, se on tuulen tuomaa
Pettyy ja huokaa, kun lensi se pois

Sä olit minun kultani pieni
Mä olin sulle pelkkää bitumia vaan
Mä olin sinun moottoritiesi
Josta läpi kuljetaan. Lalalalalalalaa

Lalalalalalalaa
Ladidadiladidaa. Ladidadiladidaa
Lalalalalalalaa. Lalalalalalalaa
Ladidadiladidaa. Ladidadiladidaa

Sä olit minun kultani pieni
Mä olin sulle pelkkää bitumia vaan
Mä olin sinun moottoritiesi
Josta läpi kuljetaan. Lalalalalalalaa

Sä olit minun kultani pieni
Mä olin sulle pelkkää bitumia vaan
Mä olin sinun moottoritiesi
Josta läpi kuljetaan. Lalalalalalalaa

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Lil’ Duke – Get It Right Lyrics (feat. Hotboy Nunk & 4PF DT)

[Chorus: Hotboy Nunk]
Ya’ll niggas tryna get it right
For the block, I’m standin all night
So I’m eatin on the small mice
I’m a young nigga tryna get it right

[Verse 1: Hotboy Nunk]
I remember I was in the struggle
Touch me, with this 40 I bust you
Young nigga having muscle, run it up with my brothers
One call, get your misses
When you’re with me, we gettin to them didgets
My young nigga in the kitchen
I’m f*ckin all the bad bitches
I sware to god I’m on a mission
The 40 have ‘m splittin
Pull up on me, I bet I pop ya, shit
Young nigga, and I’m bout this shit
On the block, still survin niggas
Won’t stop till I make it
Duke with me, he might shoot up shit
f*ck that bitch, she might give you shit

[Chorus: Hotboy Nunk]
Ya’ll niggas tryna get it right
For the block, I’m standin all night
So I’m eatin on the small mice
I’m a young nigga tryna get it right

[Verse 2: 4PF DT]
Imma get it right, sit back with my 5
Shoot at me, I’m gonna pick it up
I’ll f*ck your bitch fuller than my cup
Long as she do what I say
Shoot this bitch up in braud day
I just run up these bags
That’s why ya’ll niggas mad
How you goin hate on me?
When I was down on my knees
I’m in her mouth like a dentist
You have problems, I’m solvin the issue
I got a Mason Marjella
These niggas drill like Bella

I just be stackin my chetter
Crying, you can do better
You talkin bout smoke, I laugh at that shit like a joke
Soon as I shoot, I’m gone
Got your bitch hittin my phone
On the block with the chroam
Run that shit at you
Diamonds on my neck and ears
Lil nigga say you drinkin
Duke with me, and we krippin
Put them 6 zones on a mission

[Chorus: Hotboy Nunk]
Ya’ll niggas tryna get it right
For the block, I’m standin all night
So I’m eatin on the small mice
I’m a young nigga tryna get it right

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
I gotta get it right
You know I’m ridin with my niggas, if they wrong or right
We goin put up a fight
Trappin and rappin though
Pull up, like go get some more
They wanna hit as soon as I spit
Come through, and take all the doe
f*ck her like Eenie Meeny Miney Mo, got her right on my toe
These lil bitches, they sellin their souls
Sellin me p*ssy, but nobody knows
I gotta stick to the coad
I gotta keep it on the left
Don’t help me, do it by myself
Just gonna shoot you for fun
Lil nigga, for nothin
Lil bitch, you know we can’t lose
Bitch, we already done won

[Chorus: Hotboy Nunk]
Ya’ll niggas tryna get it right
For the block, I’m standin all night
So I’m eatin on the small mice
I’m a young nigga tryna get it right

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Method Man & Redman – Mi Casa Lyrics

[Verse 1: Redman]
Whatchu crazy??!!? Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "f*ck you! pay me" like Jay-Z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kicking game like Acclaim
Those who you call Doggs rat your name
Those who say they love you attack your change
That's why I fold down 4 fingers
Say f*ck the world and Jimmy da earth out with Coat hangers
Rap game and street game don't sleep
Its a cold world better pack your own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah Right!! My bear hugs air tight
New Yorkers no no turning on a red light
Me against 40 of you? A fair fight
Microphones get took you shook wear white

[Hook]
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta)
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya)
You dont got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha)
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin you partner Meth tidal man and funk docta)
[Verse 2: Method Man]
Every time I turn around somebody in my business

Time for you to testify can I get a witness
Actin like bitches
Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death, polly wanna biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can I slap a fat ass with the quickness?
Stupid ass niggas goin' raw get the syphilis
Coming through son I'mma f*ck you and your district
Mis-representing misinterpreting and des misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless
And I'm like a plumber laying pipes in your misses
No man can hold hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me holla like you know me!

[Hook]
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta)
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya)
You dont got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha)
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin you partner Meth tidal man and funk docta)

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Guy Beart – Poste Restante Lyrics

On s’écrivait de tendres choses
Des mots pervers mais innocents
Et rouges comme notre sang
De les redire ici je n’ose

J’ai tenté de brûler ces pages
Rien à faire et je les relis
Tes arrondis les yeux remplis
De ces courbes à ton image

{Refrain:}
On s’écrivait poste restante
Au rendez-vous des apprentis
Au rendez-vous des sans-logis
Que sont les amours débutantes

Quand tu me griffais de ta plume
Je restais tout pale interdit
Sous ta griffe encore aujourd’hui
Ma fièvre ancienne se rallume

Depuis lors sous d’autres couleurs
J’ai battu je me suis fait battre
Ta guerre seule est opiniâtre
Tu m’avais fait battre le cœur

{au Refrain}

Un jour ma lettre me revint
Tu n’allais plus jusqu’à la poste
Tu avais déserté le poste
Et mes lettres partaient en vain

Et revenaient me prendre ailleurs
Ici là je changeais d’adresse
Et m’atteignaient dans ma détresse
Tous ces “retours à l’envoyeur”

{au Refrain}

Que monte une flamme nouvelle
Sur cette cendre désormais
Si tu vois combien je t’aimais
Entre tes lignes se révèle

Ce qu’hier je n’ai pas su lire
Il faut du temps pour faire un cœur
N’as-tu pas détruit par rancœur
Ce qu’hier je n’ai pas su dire

{au Refrain}

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Young M.a – The Lyfestyle Lyrics

Woo
Woo
Eyo man, I feel like I’ve been humble too long
I’m too humble, man
f*ck all that humble shit

Uh, f*ck being humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it’s back to the hustle
f*ck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle
Hot sauce on the Ruffles
Gang gang out the jungle
.30 Glock, we a couple
More money, more trouble
Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel

Gotta get it by any means
Barely hope but got plenty of dreams
Turtle to a rabbit
Even when I walk, still in the lead
You lil’ niggas better take it ease
Treatin’ life like baby boy
Give her head then I take the keys
Bend the block like she bend her knees

My presence speak for me, I ain’t even gotta say a word
My hitters sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word
Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruze, couldn’t play the curb
The game will teach you a lot but you gotta play to learn

Paper cuts when I count it up
Skyscrapers when I pile it up
Double cup when I brown it up
I’m a Kween nigga, crown me up
I’m a Kween nigga, crown me up
I’m a Kween nigga, crown me up
I’m a Kween nigga, crown me up

f*ck being humble
Put your money where your mouth is

Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it’s back to the hustle
f*ck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle
Hot sauce on the Ruffles
Gang gang out the jungle
.30 Glock, we a couple
More money, more trouble
Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel

I’m motivation for my people
Yeah, we different but we equal
Eye to eye with the real
The fake niggas, I can see through
I hate payin’ bills
Yeah, I’m rich but I’m cheap, too
Food stamps out the Key Foods
Oh well, man, that’s free food

I can’t change
I can’t change my ways
Yes my wrist lit
Yes, I’m rich bitch
And that’s word to Rick James
I stay in my lane
I drink ‘way my pain
Matter a fact, pass me that bottle
I need to pour up

f*ck being humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle
Baby, I just wanna f*ck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pulling on your frontal then it’s back to the hustle

f*ck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle
Hot sauce on the Ruffles
Gang gang out the jungle
.30 Glock, we a couple
More money, more trouble
Cake on funnel, vision on tunnel

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Tina Turner – You’re So Fine Lyrics

so fine
so fine… yeah!
and babe you’re mine
you make me walk
you make me talk
about you

Oh, there’s nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you
because you’re
so fine
so fine

and every time we meet,

my heart skips a beat.
You’re in my first cup of coffee,
gonna be my last cup of tea

because you’re
so… fine!
and babe you’re mine
you make me walk
you make me talk
about you

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Chris Travis – You Can Tell Lyrics

[Verse]
I ain’t been to sleep but I take money naps
Bitch we just met now you sitting on my lap
Boy I’m going in and I’m never looking back
Sendin’ stomach shots nigga like you sippin’ Jack
Boy I’m posted in a cage like a f*ckin’ bat
Cut him with a blade from his face to his neck
Nigga I’m insane like a vet with a tec
Nigga I’m insane like a vet with a tec
Beat it like four or five times
I’m smoking and shopping online
My jeweler’s be screwed up in diamonds and rulers
You niggas is foolish
But niggas can’t fool us
I’m thinkin bout mula
You thinkin bout putas
You niggas is stupid
Can tell how you moving
Just watch how I do this
I’m really gettin ruthless
Dont care bout no stress
So I dont f*ck with Lucy’s

[Bridge:]
She hit me up just to give me the coochie
I need to [?] cause my life movie
Nigga be bitin the flow in they music
Nigga you loosing
Stop what you doing
f*ck with a woman dont f*ck with no hoochie
Life is so hard but this money so soothing
Bitches, can’t trust them, this money will move it
Niggas, they bustas, they want what you movin

[Hook x2]
Nigga what ya doin
Two blunts in the air, hot balloonin’
Pink Bapes on, got my shoes lookin fruity
Got my shoes looking fruity, like fruit bitch
Watch a nigga do this

[Outro]
Dont f*ck with cocaine you can tell
I f*ck her, I show her, I tell
My clothes just get sent in the mail
With verses and beats I just kill

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Picturehouse – Thanx Lyrics

(browne/maitland)

Thanks for letting me down
Thanks for letting me down again
And if you could be here today
What would you say
Thanks for leting me down
And now you're bringing me round to this
And if you could be here today
What would you say

Hey the streets and the traffic signs
Are twisting the roads outside
In a circle on it's own
So I've walked in a flesh parade
I've drifted in altered states

Anywhere I'm blown

Thanks for letting me down
It's a sin
You're bringing me round to this
If you could be here today
What would you say

Hey the morning is cracked and sprained
The day is crazy paved
And the evening falls like stones
So I've walked in a flesh parade
I've drifted in altered states
Anywhere I'm blown
Thanks
(hey/ yer arse / or anything else that comes into dave head)

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Dramatik – Courez Lyrics

[Chorus]
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l’alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l'alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)

[Verse 1]
L’armée est guidée vers l'Armageddon
Le Pape au Vatican se met à blâmer les démons
Les prêtres pédophiles se mettent à blâmer les parents
Les parents, les grands-parents, c'est Nation contre Nation
La vie c'est un combat extrême
La fin du monde, c'est quand le monde a eu faim
Ça remonte depuis Babel et Zion, y avait la bête et le lion
Adam et Ève, Abel et Caïn
Aujourd'hui c'est pareil, c'est la même
Soit-disant guerre sainte au nom du père et du fisc
On me demande si j’ai la foi, j’hésite jamais
D'un bord j’ai Israël, de l'autre, j'ai Mohamed
Sur des bannières, c'est écrit Jésus s’amène
Mais ce qu'on voit c'est la colombe qui porte une bombe à Jérusalem
C'est pas par hasard, c'est pas par accident
Toutes ces nations en acier anti-occident
[Chorus]
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l'alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l'alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)

[Verse 2]
On donne la terre aux riches et laisse le tiers au risque
Mon coeur est lourd comme la veste d'un terroriste
Le monde a la puce dont l'anatomie brûle comme l'Amazonie
C'est plus qu'Indiana Jones qui l'explore, l'exploite, l'extorque
L'exporte, l'establishment vous laisse croire
Qu'on est la cause de la pollution, et qu'il a la solution
Let's Talk!
On nous enterre et on manque d'air, sous l'ozone et l'effet de serre

Il pleut de l'eau jaune ça dégénère
Ce poids me donne des maux de dos, c'est énervant
Trop tard, c'est déjà dans mes chromosomes, laissez faire
On va se perdre mais t'as rien compris
C'est seulement quand on a des pierres dans les reins qu'on prie
Père comment faire sans les ailes d'un ange?
Je volerais vers le ciel, tellement la terre a le cancer
[Chorus]
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l'alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l'alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)

[Verse 3]
Tout va péter, comme mettre le feu dans un champ de maïs soufflé
Répéter ce chant, ça m'a essoufflé
Mais je dois le faire au nom de l'âme, on rejette la morale
Pour l'amour oral
Chérie, t'inquiète pas, un jour tu l'auras ce corps
Mais dans une boîte noire comme Laura Secord
Y'a de l'eau, au secours! Y'a des orages dehors
Le Titanic est en panique, pour un sauvetage à bord
À bâbord, a tribord, Y'en a qui sautent, y'en a qui se tuent
Y'en a qui se battent pour des canots, moi je suis le seul et je rap encore
Je continue la symphonie, le symptôme est f*cked up
Je suis atteint du syndrome de Stockholm
En amour avec ce tas de ferrailles
Je quitterais cette cage mais il y a
Trop de gens pressés, endettés, embêtés, entêtés, empressés de s'empiéter
Comment freiner sans
[Chorus]
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l'alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sonnez l'alarme, courez, sauvez votre âme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)
Sauvez votre âme, courez, Sonnez l'alarme
(gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite, gauche, droite)

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Yung Gravy – Frosting Lyrics (feat. Jay Storm)

[Intro: Jay Storm & Yung Gravy]
Look my chain look goddamn like
Yuh, ayy, Lil' Whatcha-Call-It, Lil' Disaster, ayy
Gravy
Bitch, ayy
Wrist flash, paparazzi, hey
Stain, ayy, yuh, yuh (Alright, yuh)

[Verse 1: Jay Storm]
I be with them bitches, they be geekin' (I be with them bitches, they be geekin')
Yuh, yuh, I will neva' fall so f*ck a season (I will neva' fall, yuh)
Call me Papa Storm, she Puerto Rican (Yeah, she bad as hell)
Ooh, ayy, try me or my set we [?] ([?], yuh, ayy, yuh)
Call me Lil' Disaster 'bout my guala (Call me Lil' Disaster, 'bout my guala, yuh)
Bitch, I need a Bentley, f*ck a Charger (Yuh, skrr skrr)
Say he got a problem with my partner (Yuh, say he got a problem with my partner)
We gon' come and find you like Osama (We gon' come and find you)
Lil' Storm, I'm known to kill a p*ssy (Lil' Storm, I'm known to kill, yuh)
Ridin' in that Chevy smokin' cookie (Ayy, skrr, skrr skrr)
Yuh, ayy, I was skippin' class and playin' hookey (Yeah, I was skippin' class and playin')
Yuh, now I need a thousand just to book me (Ayy, yuh, just a couple, ayy)
Yeah, you will neva' see me cuff a thot (You can neva' see me cuff a thot)
Ayy, you can't see the time, yeah saw my watch (Ayy, ayy bloaw, ayy)
Ayy, I just put an eighth inside my door, yuh (Ayy, I just put a eigth of that gas)
Motherf*ck the law 'cause I'ma spar, yeah, ayy (Motherf*ck the law 'cause I'ma spar)
[Bridge: Yung Gravy]
f*ckin' with my partner, we gon' find you like Osama (Like Osama)
I always roll with three women like I was Obama (Ice)

Flexin' on your mama
Gravy all on her pyjamas
I'ma pull off in that Honda
While I'm f*ckin' up some commas (Shit)

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Got them pearly whites, 'cause I'm flossin'
Always with your bitch, it get so exhaustin'
Saucin', saucin'
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' awesome
Saucin', saucin'
I pull up with the frostin'
Gravy and Lil' Storm, proceed with caution
See my side bitch, I play dead like an opossum
Saucin', saucin'
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' awesome
Saucin', saucin'
I pull up with the frostin'

[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
I don't like a bitch if her face look scary (Nope)
Pull up with that frostin' and its flavor strawberry (Mmm)
Know that shit nutritious, you gotta get your dairy (Ayy)
You can't be my wife but you can be my secretary (Ayy)
Yeah, you know Gravy praise that booty like it's holy (Holy)
Bitch, I be saucin' like a bowl of ravioli ('Oli)
Every time I pull up, it's a f*ckin' ceremony (Scooby)
And that booty round just like Rolie Polie Olie (Shit)
[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Got them pearly whites, 'cause I'm flossin'
Always with your bitch, it get so exhaustin'
Saucin', saucin'
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' awesome
Saucin', saucin'
I pull up with the frostin'
Gravy and Lil' Storm, proceed with caution
See my side bitch, I play dead like an opossum
Saucin', saucin'
Bitch, I'm f*ckin' awesome
Saucin', saucin'
I pull up with the frostin'

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Upchurch – Nashvegas Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The city is crazy, it sleeps with every light on
The city is busy, even when every club is closed
So I walk these streets, I skip over shadows
Draw pictures on fogged up outside cafe windows
Lookin’ for a reason to write a song

[Chorus]
Yo, Nashvegas, your neons could write me a book
So many alleys with stories that haven’t been heard
All these people see is who’s on that TV
Who moved here from out west with intention of dreams
But what about, what about, what about, what about, oh what about
Oh, Nashvegas
Yo, Nashvegas

[Verse 2]
The man on the corner askin’ for change
Has some million dollar songs floatin’ ’round in his brain

But no one knows the city is runnin’ on greed, runnin’ on greed
They only pick you up when you’re not on the ground
Started yourself, created a sound
Wanna slide on in and be your home run
Take credit for you, and soak up your fun
Oh, Nashvegas
Woah, woah, Nashvegas
Woah, mmm, Nashvegas

[Outro]
Homegrown, hometown
Home proud with that home sound
Homegrown, hometown
Home proud with that I’m from around here sound
Homegrown, hometown
Home proud with that home sound
Homegrown, hometown
Home proud with that I’m from around here sound

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Temples – Keep In The Dark Lyrics

[Intro]
Keep in the dark to stay out of the light
Keep in the dark to stay out of the light
Keep in the dark to stay out of the light
Just sleeping in the sunlight
Keep in the dark to stay out of the light
Keep in the dark to stay out of the light
Keep in the dark to stay out of the light
Just staying in the sunshine

[Verse 1]
Turn off your light, let's step into the dark
Sleep away your life, shine fear into her
Save your face and keep your hands firmly pressed into the earth
I feel relief when night time eventually comes
Talk of all the dreams, you surely have one
Mind your head and keep your hands firmly pressed into the earth
Earth
Earth
Earth

[Chorus]
Dream on and sleep won't save you from the night
Drink up darling, dressed in white
A shameful display, it's all in bourbon and lace
To keep in the dark
Dream on and sleep won't save you from the night

Drink up darling, dressed in white
A colourless string to a colourful bow
That sings in the night, and never grows old
[Guitar solo]

[Verse 2]
Night follows faceless grace with wandering eyes
Drawn to a beauty left to leer in the light
Climb the stairs and keep your only precious white wine full of worth
Dressed in a [?] safe from the dark
But dressed in a body looked stranger to her
Flashing words attempt to call an all showing girl
Your true worth (worth, worth)

[Chorus]
Dream on and sleep won't save you from the night
Drink up darling, dressed in white
A shameful display, it's all in bourbon and lace
To keep in the dark
Dream on and sleep won't save you from the night
Drink up darling, dressed in white
A colourless string to a colourful bow
That sings in the night, and never grows old

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Jonathan Edwards – Emma Lyrics

The first time I saw Emma
She was above me in a dream
And she throwed her arms around me
And off we flew, it seemed
Like an airplane
Moving up and down
Through the country town
Passing oe’r the cities so slow
Slowly…

But Emma comes to see me
About 8 o’clock each night
And she throws her arms around me
And off we go in flight
Like an airplane
Moving up and down
Through the country town
Passing over the cites so slow
Slowly…

But Emma’s late
Emma’s late
Oooh and I

I can’t wait
My dinners served by half past eight and
I can’t wait
Can’t wait ’til 9

The last time I saw my Emma
She made me love her ’til I died
And we walked through clouds together
Searching open skies
fFr airplane
Moving up and down though the country town
Passing over the cites so slow
Slowly

But Emma’s late, Emma’s late, Emma’s late
and I
I can’t wait
My dinner’s served by half past 8 and
I can’t wait
I can’t wait ’til 9 oooh no no noooo

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Ministri – La Casa Brucia Lyrics

Brucia, brucia
La casa brucia e la nonna si pettina
Guardati intorno, la casa brucia
La casa brucia e la nonna si pettina

Brucia la nonna dai tacchi allo scialle
Quando si spegne, fai scattare l'allarme!

Brucia! Brucia!
La casa brucia e la nonna si pettina!
Brucia il salotto, te l'avevo detto
Che quella chiedeva troppo d'affitto

Brucia la nonna, ma non se ne accorge
Cola lo smalto dalle unghie finte
Coi bellimbusti andava alle orge
Ora va al bingo, qualcosa lì vince

Brucia! Brucia!
La casa brulica di madri isteriche!
Gli sciacalli e gli sciacalli saranno i primi a passarti davanti
Lasciali fare, stai fuori a guardarli
La storia dice son loro i più furbi

Brucia, brucia
La casa brucia e la nonna si pettina
Guardati intorno, la casa brucia
La casa brucia e la nonna si pettina

Chi lo sapeva
Chi "è già troppo tardi"
Chi ha buoni motivi per rinnegarsi

Brucia! (Brucia!)

Brucia la paglia che sembrava oro
Bruciala, avanti, non fare il crumiro
Bruciamo l'erba che non costa niente
Poi la vendiamo alla gente
Che non fa più lotte!
Alla gente
Che non fa più lotte!
Alla gente
Che non fa più lotte!
Alla gente
Che non fa più lotte!
Alla gente
Che non fa più lotte!

Brucia, brucia
La casa brucia e la nonna si pettina
Guardati intorno, la casa brucia
La casa brucia e la nonna si pettina

Sotto i tappeti lo sporco di anni
Sparale come si fa coi cavalli
Respira ancora, dobbiamo sbrigarci
Questa si sveglia e ricomincia a sfruttarci
Brucia! (Brucia!)

Brucia! Brucia!
Bruciala per fare luce!
Bruciala per fare luce!