ANTHONY HAMILTON lyrics - Comin' From Where I'm From

Chyna Black

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Chyna Black By Anthony Hamilton 'Chyna Black¿ by Anthony Hamilton Verse I Chyna Black is like an open road Takes me places releases my soul Ain't it funny how life goes Takes a turn through a journey unknown No hesitation no tug no pulls Aint no need of fighting for what's yours A little smile releases old smoke Just take the ride read the signs and hold on. Chorus You're what I want You're what I need Give me reason to just to breath You're everything I'm hoping for give me love and so much more You're what I want You're what I need You touch the deepest part of me Verse II Chyna Black is like my old ford Picks me up helps carry the load I can depend on when times are cold Soothes my body like mom's old robe. No hesitation no tug no pull Ain't no need of fighting for what's yours A little smile release old smoke Just take the ride read the signs and hold on. Chorus You're what I want You're what I need Give me reasons just to breath You're what I want You're what I need You touch the deepest part of me You're what I want You're what I need Give me everything/ give me everything Give me everything/ that I need Give me everything/ give me everything what would I do without you Chyna Black is like an open road

Duane Joseph

JULIANA THEORY "Understand This Is A Dream"
Tell your mom you need a day off So we can play out in the rain We'll catch a ride to the mall. Go down to the arcade Cuz that's where all the cool kids hang. Tell your mom you need a day off Cuz I don't feel like school today We'll ride our boards down the hill And to the playground Where everything's okay. Tell your mom that we'll be home late, Cuz building cabins in the woods is hard work You always know that I'll be there Cuz summer time is coming near My closest friend you'll always be You are a home town kid like me.. Tell your mom to make us lunch now Cuz we worked up an appitite G.I. Joes and Karate matches in the backyard Where everything's all right Now I can see that things have changed We've gone our seperate ways now And it's not you and me anymore.. Why can't it be the way it was Where pain was only plastic guns My closest friend I couldn't see You are a million miles away And I guess I'll hold my breath There is no harm in hoping for change [3x] And I guess I'll hold my breath..

Madonna Road

JOHN HIATT "Slug Line"
Ohs, yeahs, and ai ya yas Verse 1: Oh girl, yeah, yeah, yeah He says you almost need a bodyguard Just to go walking down the boulevard Little girl with their club feet You try to be so neat but they're messy when you eat When they gobble up the street Those picture-perfect images Pop another flash bulb and give a kiss But it's a clear absurdity, what's a person supposed to say Sorry about yesterday, guess that things are just that way CHORUS: Whoa, Madonna Road Boys with broken bones out in the night With secret messages to frightening to decode Whoa, Madonna Road Verse 2: Pump a little gas into the cylinder All these movie lights they must be killin' her She's been livin' on the take Waitin for a bigger break And I've seen you on the make What d' you think about the earthquake? Well I don't wanna shake it up But move that camera quick before I break it up You've been standin' in that pose Now there's a wound that just been closed From an apartment of the host Anybody got a No-Doz CHORUS TWICE REPEAT VERSE 2 CHORUS I said whoa, Madonna Road I said whoa, Madonna Road I said whoa, Madonna Road Ai yi yi yis

Gracie

BIC RUNGA
Gracie takes the bottles from the porch where you have left them They are age old drinks of wine and wishin' Drivin' down the monorail with all the best intentions She's a picture of perfection with her cotton colored hair But its you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake She takes her lipstick from her Kleenex to make a smile You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles Coffee pots and bottles cups and all of this disorder She soaks her plates in the dishwater till its cold Her reflection in the windows of the stars around the corner Walk beside her while she's striding down the road But its you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake She takes her lipstick from her Kleenex to make a smile You thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la You she thinks of in the hours while shes awake She takes her lipstick from her kleenex to make a smile You thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles

La Rapet

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE "Spirit They're Gone, Spirit They've Vanished"
It's what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers Faces on the wall, we can't touch you but you move our hobby Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby Open up the door, see an angel and you'll lose your body My body... Her angel... Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me I can't tell Is the devil in the room, is he hiding in the first drawer Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel me touch your ear Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can't take them Flinching finds me first, so I'll hide 'til she is in the basement When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling Racing 'round the room, your forehead is on fire Isabelle, Isabelle they're all talking you're not well Looking like a ghost doctors shaking their heads Say my name, say my name can't you hear me I'm to blame (There have been sadder days...) Starting to rotting... pretty angel Grab the preachers throat, can't you see the light within the shutters Who set up the ball, don't you see your dancing frees my chances Put me on my feet, there's an angel with a hand that's open Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets Isabelle, Isabelle, you're not with me where I dwell Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre It's a shame, it's a shame don't you see me, I'm to blame Some people's lives awake to itsy-bitsy I'm-so-sorry's The branch breaks, you crack a window and the wind might say "The birds are calling for you please don't follow..."

You're Only A Customer

JAY-Z
Intro: Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all Futuristic shit beeotch Uh, what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha Verse 1: Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade All that nickle and dime shit, don't hold no weight Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you Thumb through the Source I read the Ride report Class C, cold me down with the plastic That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite My people's eyes through the peep hole I'm lovin' you down freak as I Shoot through the city like a rumor Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news Paper headin' read Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze Can't sop for the feds, say cheese You know they wanna take a nigga picture Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats At the top where the criminal minds meet That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't it?) Hook: You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers You spend money all night long All night long - Mary J. Blige Verse 2: A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed No thought infested Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight But your game most precious Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing I don't know to tell the truth If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all Irv Gotti: Heads got to roll Jay-Z: I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd What you're facin' is official (it's official) Most cases when I m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you) Case and point mad bullshitted issue I see it to the end, my writting is so personal My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me I got love, to make a nigga die bleedin' is nothin' You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch Hook (X3) More flavor than y'all can image havin' Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to hold D.C. high pissy off Cristle 3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge It's like spittin' to God Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your head Take your time with me, shiftee Use to make Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950 Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the back And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga Very little loot, a loser In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people Hook (X3)

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