Arcadia lyrics

Keep Me In The Dark

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When the evening's sunlight fingers Stretch across the floor Cover up your eyes with feathers Softly close the door Take me in your heavy lips Take me where the shadows lye I need your blind full secrets Hunting fast and loose The lacy intrigue of this weekend Should not be abused You could take me where you want Could you take me all the time Away yeah...wait a little longer Don't go to far I wouldn't like I wouldn't like you keeping me in the dark Tender is the truce i'm tasting Watching you dictate Heady nights of sleepless wasting A face i can't escape We could wave the world goodbye To all of the boys cheerio (chorus) Help me now i'm slipping deeper Tell me what to say When without words you call me closer Each time you turn away Something inside you cries But is it something I'll never find Away yeah... Wait a little longer Don't go too far I wouldn't like I wouldn't like you keeping me in the dark Away yeah... Wait a little longer Before we go too far I wouldn't like I wouldn't like to think you were Keeping me in the dark

Feel So Good

Mase "Harlem World"
You ready Mase? Party people In the place to be (Uh huh) It's about that time For us to (Yeah, uh huh) Yo, what you know about goin' out Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the headrest Try and live it up Ride true, a bigger truck Peeps all glittered up Stick up can, they go what? Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up I'm a big man, give this man room I'd a hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's tomb Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs always fightin' in the club I'm the reason they made the dress code They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my french clothes Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz Let's begin, bring this BS to an end Come on [1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad boy You make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good Bad, bad, bad, bad boy I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could Ah ah You can't understand we be Waikiki Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy Little kids see me, way out in DC With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me Nigga's talkin' shit they ought to quit I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip Just stylishing cars cuz they all true Nig' So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam And I deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline One time you had it all I ain't mad at ya'll Now give me the catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, nigga It's like ya'll be talkin' funny I don't understand language of people with short money Come on [Repeat 1] Ah ah Do Mase got the ladies? Do Puff drive Mercedes? Take hits from the 80's? But do it sound so crazy? Well me personally, It's nothin' personal I do what work for me, you do what work for you And I dress with what I was blessed with Never been arrested for nothin' domestic And I chill the way you met me With a jet ski attached to a SE Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat Where my check be? Problem with ya'll I say it directly Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat From no hoes at shows to menage in suites Now I be the cat that be hard to meet Gettin' head from girls That used to hardly speak Come on [Repeat 1 until fade] Mase Harlem World Bad Boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we won't stop Cuz we can't stop Mason Betha Yeah Owwwww, come on

22 Two's

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
[people clapping] Yo whassup everybody this is Mariah Davis, Mad Wednesday's we here tonight to have a good time ('Yo! Start the show! Start the show!') Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dam Deass let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again Can I kick it (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Well I'm gone... check this out Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean Shall I continue Check it out, what Can I kick it (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket feelin sarcastic, 'Look at him, still sleepin' You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me ('Oooooooooooh!') Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight) Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six (no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know you've been havin a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute Ace, turn that music down I smell some reefer, now you see That's why, our people don't have anything Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly ('Hey shut the fuck up!') Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up Who told me to shut the eff up Get him out of here I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records...

The Twistinside

Colorfinger
We have been sleeping with the nights on Just about every night Cause we are afriad Of what the dark might bring I know I know It's just a childish fear It grows and grows wild in the middle of me Going to get a new tattoo Black and streching around my arm Like a life that is Visable and real I know I know Stupid and immiture I just want to get shape to the face that twists inside Both you and me Breathing fire dosen't look good on a resume Neither does anything else we do Got to get ready for the real world Yeah Yeah Got to grow up You know i'd like to die for awhile Everyday in the afternoon Like i left the arms of the bar wrap around me tight I just want to sprawl in the front booth With a drink above me head Cross eyed and smiling as i watch the world go twisting by I don't wanna die with you Or live in the same dark room I don't want to see the back of your hair in the morning light I don't want to take this girl All curls and big brown eyes Man i can't shake the pain of wanting her needing her I know the secret of your soul And I don't want to know Yeah Yeah man we got to grow up Yeah we got to grow up

Girl's Friend

DONELL JONES
Whoa Whoa ooohhh Oohh yeah yeah Whoa whoa ahh yeah... My ex-girlfriend ain't a friend of mine huh yeah My ex-girlfriend ain't a friend of mine Oh uh huh uh huh Oh uh huh uh huh [Verse 1:] I met this little shorty at the corner store I snuck a peep as she came out the door She was looking hot from her head to the floor The kind of body make me want see more With ice cream dripping down her wrist (down her wrist) She licked it and missed, blew me a kiss At first a brother tried to resist But she did persist And then it was on and popping, baby [Chorus 1:] My ex-girlfriend's best friend, been stressing, testing me I shouldn't never beat it up If she found out no doubt you've been Blessing me, sexing me, look at the spot blown up Now that we know do we just let go (ohh Yeah) Or do we just turn back or try to pretend We're nothing more than friends, it's too late for that [Chorus 2:] She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have pushed up When she rolled up shorty wanna get swold up She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have much to lose But now I'm starting all over again [Verse 2:] Something about her seems so familiar Like we met somewhere before The way that she looked at me it's all coming back to me I see it clearly now you got me bugging out I was post up at the light now curtie through startit Two shorty's and a baby benz looking like they want it One was her and one was you, what do I do she was shooting me vibes And you was playing cute [Chorus 1:] My ex-girlfriend's best friend, been stressing, testing me I shouldn't never beat it up If she found out no doubt you've been Blessing me, sexing me, look at the spot blown up Now that we know do we just let go (ohh Yeah) Or do we just turn back or try to pretend We're nothing more than friends, it's too late for that [Chorus 2:] She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have pushed up When she rolled up shorty wanna get swold up She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have much to lose But now I'm starting all over again [Chorus 3:] I wouldn've never tried to hit it I would've never spent the time I would've never tried to push up on her Even though she was so fine I would've never took her number I would've never gave her mine I should've known that you'd start trippin' Thinking I knew it all the time [Chorus 2:] She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have pushed up When she rolled up shorty wanna get swold up She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have much to lose But now I'm starting all over again

Oh Yes

JUELZ SANTANA "What The Game's Been Missing!"
[Intro] Okay (get up, get up) DipSet (uh oh) Juelz Santana Heatmakerz (clap) I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up) Huh, he's moving again [Juelz Santana] I'm like (oh yes) I'm nice (oh yes) Still pitching (weight) Still flipping (weight), yeah So come fuck with the boy I'm still pumping the boy I'll still dump on the boy Blue steel pump to the boy I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah I explore and cruise Islands and shores that's new Bring the boat out, smoke out Watch the water move I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave) Like, Cowabunga, dude This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you Bump you like how a bumper do I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do What, that (weight), yup, that (weight) [Chorus] AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) This the jam, yep Put your hands up And just (wave) And just (wave) AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (wait), oh man (wait) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back) [Juelz Santana] I'm back I'm crack Sorry about the (wait) Sorry I made you (wait) I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down They need me out there (yeah) I can't let the streets down I gotta do it B I, G now, I see now I couldn't (wait), nope, I couldn't (wait) AY Plus the ladies love the kid Plus the babies love the kid Could it be I'm from the eighties They know what I'm up against Call me a grinder, call me a survivor Why should I (wait), how could I (wait), no Plus I'm a sex symbol (symbol) That'll make your bitch bed tremble Floor shake, bar rock, hard cock (cock) Hit it left once, right twice, work the middle Stoke her, then I smoke her [Chorus - repeat to fade]

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