AQUALUNG lyrics - Magnetic North

36 Hours

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Maybe let the doll house burn Maybe I can hit and run Maybe love was flicking through a magazine Goes away two moons agree? Starting over is for free Maybe now I learn to taste the air I breathe Feel the earth begin to move Underneath my buckle shoe Maybe this is just exactly who I am Taxi's crawling up the hill Take me where the world stands still Away from where the air is frozen in your hands Oh, 36 hours away 36 hours away In the moonlight 36 hours away 36 hours away and it's over In the middle going south Dirty hands and empty mouth I am indicating left and pulling out Turn the map the other way Through the hope and misery And tilt the wheel towards the white lights up ahead Oh 36 hours away 36 hours away in the moonlight 36 hours away 36 hours away and it's over Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Lalalala Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Lalalala Oh 36 hours away 36 hours away 36 hours away Oh 36 hours away 36 hours away and it's over and it's over

Jerome

MICK JENKINS "The Water[s]"
Get on your feet and testify Lift your voice up to the sky [Kirk Knight:] Yeah, yeah, yeah get the, get the Yeah, yeah, yeah get the Yeah, yeah, yeah get the Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air Or you gon' need a halo, I'm a mothafuckin' slayer This ain't no game, I'm not no player Nigga tryna find his way and then he bringing pain You better know we major I'm on this water heavy, what's a little gold and a pager Wrestle with these words a young Mick Foley All I see is AC Slater These niggas jaded, 'bout to set it off, I be like Jada Still on the block it feel like Jenga how it tumble down Hands shaking like a Rumble, pack up we humble now Buzzing how we bumble now Leaving niggas puzzled, do the right thing and they buggin' out Know the free don't stop for nothing, tell 'em niggas stop the frontin' Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better know we choppin' onions I'm spitting yellow bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins That's why I do not fuck with customs, I'm unaccustomed to these costumes Know that if you cross the free it just might cost you I'm not a doctor or Kevin Costner The way I'm dancing with these wolves, I pray I never lost her Step, I keep it steppin' nigga that's a bet [The Notorious B.I.G.:] Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Relax and take notes, relax and take notes, notes, notes, notes Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care I'm just showin' love to my mothafuckin' people You can tell your mans we ain't going no where Now keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care I'm just showin' love to my mothafuckin' people You can tell your mans we ain't going no where [Kirk Knight:] Yeah, yeah, yeah get the, get the Yeah, yeah, yeah get the Yeah, yeah, yeah get the Jerome in the mothafuckin' house now Let a loafer steppin', niggas better watch they mouth now Leaving loaded lessons, pray for blessings when the doubts 'round Thousand Island stretchin', I ain't stressin' no salad I'm in this water where the sharks be Coming for the same place your thoughts be Artsy, dirty mouth, I never do the flossing Hardly, stuntin' on the niggas that's frontin' I know they do not want it, I run over niggas that's punnin' No I ain't tryna kick it, I'm cookin' no bun in the oven I need it on the stove, push it to the people off a cottage grove Pot of gold, flooded more than Hollygrove Mothafuckin' Hollywood, never take a holiday I'm spotting foes everywhere, know that I get very rare Faced the God, what's up Based God? I'm pacing hot, tracing opps Know your enemy, patrol your energy Don't slip with niggas that pretend to be Only kin of me can call me blood Even a friendly can see the love We do it for the free and keep it up Tell your niggas they can keep the hate Tell my friends I appreciate, the value never depreciate [Joey Bada$$:] This for my niggas, who be chillin' with them killers in the wild We gettin' high 'til we bug the fuck out It's been a minute, I've been chillin' on the Prowl right, right And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to Flatbush We get wild if you give us that look Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right, right [Joey Bada$$:] Put your fucking hands up in the air Or you gon' have to lay low when I motherfucking spray you This ain't no game like Sega, don't be a hero I'm with my good fellas and we 'bout to rob dinero Give me the pesos, give me the Euros, give me the dollars Give me the say so if these niggas want the drama If I call my partners up, body bags is popping up Keep popping shit, we pop the trunk, make you niggas popular Hit him between his oculars, what the fuck is popping, cause? Super Saiyan like I opened forty-seven chakras up Pussy hoes we knocking up, these flows keep stocking up As long as I'm rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on your wallets, uh My true shottas go blocka, blocka Soul shocking with the fire, probably light your block up Stop your blood clot crying, the pussy boy there dying It's a cold, cold world, I think these niggas need the iron like "blaow" [Joey Bada$$:] How you like me now? It's the motherfucking Brooklyn king of them now Niggas jocking my style, I been all on the road I been checking out the shows, I been fucking your hoes, like blap How you like me now? It's the motherfucking Brooklyn king of them now Niggas biting my style, I been all on the road I been checking out the shows, I been fucking your hoes [Joey Bada$$:] This for my niggas, who be chillin' with them killers in the wild We gettin' high 'til we bug the fuck out It's been a minute, I've been chillin' on the Prowl right, right And to my crooks from Chi-town all the way to Flatbush We get wild if you give us that look Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right, right

Whippin' Picadilly

FOO FIGHTERS
(this isn't a foo fighters song, it's by gomez) Once apon a time, Not too long ago, We took a day out in Manchester, We all fall down, There's not enough hours in our day. Played a bit of football, Fell into the union, Barged our way into the toilets, With the kung foo king, There's not enough hours in our day. I remember seeing someone dressed in a suit, Looking like a lunatic, And we all fall down, There's not enough hours in our trip. Well, academy cartwheels breakin' your hands, We got lovely posters for sale, And we all fall down, There's not enough hours in our day. We like lovin' yeah, and the wine we share, We like lovin' yeah, and the wine we share. Finally made our way, Back to the train, Rollin' into Sheffield tonight, We all fall down, There's not enough hours in our life, Try and lose my way And wait at the station, We're whippin' Picadilly tonight, And it all falls down, Theres not enough hours in our life. We like lovin' yeah, and the wine we share, We like lovin' yeah, and the wine we share.

Whippin' Piccadilly

GOMEZ "Bring It On"
Once upon a time, not too long ago, we took a day out in Manchester We all fall down, there's not enough hours in our day Played a bit of football, fell in to the union, barged our way to the toilet With the Kung Fu king, there's not enough hours in our day I remember seeing someone dressed in a suit looking like a lunatic And we all fall down, there's not enough hours in our trip *Well, academy cartwheel's breakin' your hands We got lovely posters for sale And we all fall down, there's not enough hours in our day We like lovin yeah, and the wine we share We like lovin yeah, and the wine we share Finally made our way back to the train, rolling in to Sheffield tonight And we all fall down, there's not enough hours in our life So try and guess my weight and wait at the station We're whippin Picadilly tonight And it all falls down, there not enough hours in our life We like lovin yeah, and the wine we share We like lovin yeah, and the wine we share

Bajo Control

Jumbo
Hoy me llamo the man Y camino the beat En mi mano the gun Yeah, yeah.. Got the power in my Own hands Bajo control Puedo ver through the walls Tu ya sientes the heat Toma asiento me toca a mi Yeah, yeah... He vivido the years Aprendí from the best So take a seat with all the rest Yeah, yeah... Got the power in my Own hands Bajo control C'mon... Estoy encendido C'mon... Quitate del camino C'mon... I'm gonna blow your head off C'mon... Si tú tienes the time Y conoces the place Well that's a place And time Where you can find me Yeah, yeah, yeah... Got the power in My own hands Bajo control C'mon... Estoy encendido C'mon... Quitate del camino C'mon... I'm gonna blow your head off C'mon... c'mon...

Victory Lap

AKA "Altar Ego"
I don’t know… you know It’s just… it’s just missing something you know I just wouldn’t be the same It wouldn't be the same without… IV League papa (yeah!) IV League papa (yeah!) Yeah that’s what it was… Now we the main attraction they clap for us Waiting on my downfall ground floor up, that’s elevator action Michael Jackson couldn’t be as dangerous, shit happens Armed with the paint brush, hope you get the picture Veins full of bad blood, brrruh, Tswak' Stick 'Em What you favourite rapper used to be before the bitches But that’s until we following the riches Take it back to the kitchen Like I got motswako ad-libs to my vision-e Big dreams in me ever since I was a pikini So you gotta use the big screen when you picture me Ha! Kini Big Deal, See the tyres rotate like a windmill And I will never loose focus, cry me a river swag trip a ocean Motherfucker came a long way, ones and twos on IV League all day Yet summer is still a long way, marathon I run this shit at my own pace [Hook:] How many rappers in the world right now Hate it that none of them do it like I Never get enough, never get enough, never too much V. I .C .T. O .R. Y Hands up for my victory lap Hands up for my victory lap hey (Toast to the winners!) Hands up for my victory lap Hands up for my victory lap hey (If you know you’re a winner) Party don’t stop till I say so Want it all from the ground floor to my angels Daddy Cool Diesel, heavy weight champ of the people Future looks bright like casino lights Wanted that seed ‘til my tree grow high Root of all evil, spare no ego I keep haters on their toes like Da L.E.S. does Blowing notes like my name Kwela Tebza You in the club acting all famous Nobody even know what your name is Plenty bottles but nobody’s at your table He is on the phone talking like some bloody agents (Yeses!) Party like I’m a rock star, tell a girl drop it low like a sports car I’m the king who these jokers in my court yard Money talks, I converse with the all stars So you all about my paper Tell me something new, tell me something entertaining Tell me something true, tell me nothing about failure Serving rappers on some 24hour a day shit [Hook] Gimme that old time feeling (what else!) German automobile with no ceiling (what else!) Push the button and start with no key ring (what else!) Bad chick and a blunt with no seedlings (what else!) You can still have what you want if you a dreamer Start thinking out the box, or follow the leader Ha... haven’t you been through that Feel like end of the season when your team do bad But all I really need is a clean new pair Somebody on my arm and some money in my hand That be good, you see the hunger in my eye lids Whether we ball or checking out prices [Hook]

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