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AVRIL LAVIGNE lyrics

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Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P-Diddy (Hey what's up girl) Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go) Before I leave brush ma teeth with a bottle of Jack 'Cuz when I leave for the night I ain't comin back I'm talkin pedicure on our toes toes Tryin on all our clothes clothes Boys blowin' up our phones phones Drop top and playin' our favorite CD's Goin up to the parties Tryna get a little bit tipsy [CHORUS] Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, Im'ma fight Til we see the sunlight TiK ToK, on the clock But the party don't stop no Woah-oh oh oh Woah-oh oh oh Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger I'm talkin' bout - everybody getting crunk, crunk Boys tryna touch my junk, junk Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk Now, now - we goin' til they kick us out, out Or the police shut us down, down Police shut us down, down Po-po shut us - (down)-man [CHORUS] [BRIDGE] You build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up You got me now You got that sound Yeah, you got me You build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Now, the party don't start till I walk in [CHORUS 2X]

Smoke Clouds

JAMES ARTHUR "James Arthur"
Look no further than the fathers who go further than they should To the point where we're surrounded by the scars behind their hoods And who is gonna teach them wrong from right? Who's gonna tell them it's alright? Just pass the jazz cigarette And take these brain cells out my head Fill my lungs, drain my heart... 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out But there's no way that I could leave So I don't leave Turn my bitterness to sweet I gotta find a new release, yeah. So I'm trading blues for green Da da da da da... ooh, yeah, yeah Listen See, I'm a simple man I don't even have a phone If I did I wouldn't pick it up I want to be alone I don't trust anyone in this one-track town When the people walk by, watch my eyes fall down And who is gonna teach them wrong, is gonna teach them wrong from right? Just pass the jazz cigarette And take these brain cells out my head Fill my lungs, drain my heart, heart, heart, heart, heart 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out And there's no way that I could leave So I don't leave Turn my bitterness to sweet I gotta find a new release, hey So I'm trading blues for green Da da da da da... ooh, yeah, yeah Just pass the jazz cigarette And take these brain cells out my head Oh, fill my lungs, drain my heart... 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out But there's no way that I could leave So I don't leave Turn my bitterness to sweet I gotta find a new release, yeah So I'm trading blues for green

Wham! Rap

WHAM! "Music From The Edge Of Heaven"
Hey everybody take a look at me, I've got street credibility, I may not have a job, But I have a good time, With the boys that I meet 'down on the line' I DON'T NEED YOU So you don't approve, Well, who asked you to HEY, JERK YOU WORK This guy's got better things to do HELL I ain't never gonna work, get down in the dirt I choose, to cruise Gonna live my life, sharp as a knife I've found my groove and I just can't lose I'm style from head to toe Cool cat flash gonna let you know I'm a soul boy - I'm a dole boy - Take pleasure in leisure, I believe in joy! [CHORUS:] WHAM! BAM! I AM! A MAN! JOB OR NO JOB YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT I'M NOT DO! YOU! ENJOY WHAT YOU DO IF NOT JUST STOP! DON'T STAY THERE AND ROT! Party nights, and neon lights We hit the floors, we hit the heights Dancing shoes, and pretty girls Boys in leather kiss girls in pearls! Hot - damn! Everybody, let's play! So they promised you a good job - NO WAY! One, two, three, rap! C'mon everybody, DON'T NEED THIS CRAP! [CHORUS] IF YOU'RE A PUB MAN OR A CLUB MAN MAYBE A JET BLACK GUY WITH A HIP HI-FI A WHITE COOL CAT WITH A TRILBY HAT MAYBE LEATHER AND STUDS IS WHERE YOU'RE AT MAKE THE MOST OF EVERY DAY DON'T LET HARD TIMES STAND IN YOUR WAY GIVE A WHAM GIVE A BAM BUT DON'T GIVE A DAMN 'COS THE BENEFIT GANG ARE GONNA PAY! Now reach up high and touch your soul The boys from Wham! will help you reach that goal It's gonna break your mama's heart (so sad) It's gonna break your daddy's heart (too bad) Just throw the dice and take my advice 'Cos I know that you're smart Can you dig this thing (YEAH!) Are you gonna get down (YEAH!) Say Wham! WHAM! Say Bam! BAM! [CHORUS x3] Do you wanna work Are you gonna have fun Do you wanna be a jerk Are you gonna stay young Everybody say WHAM! Say BAM! Everybody say WHAM! Say WHAM! BAM!

Jackson

JERRY LEE LEWIS "Sings The Country Music Hall Of Fame Hits, Vol. 1"
We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout We been talkin' 'bout Jackson Ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around (yeah?) Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health (hmm) Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair I'm gonna snowball Jackson Go ahead and see if I care When I breeze inta that city, the people gonna stoop and bow (ha ha) All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how I'm goin' to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat 'Cause I'm goin' to Jackson Goodbye, that's all she wrote They'll laugh at you in Jackson (I doubt it) And I'll be dancin' on a pony keg They'll lead you 'round that town like a scalded hound With your tail tucked between your legs Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man And I'll be waitin' there in Jackson behind my *Japan* fan We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout We been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went ou-ou-out Go to Jackson and that's a natural fact We're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout We been talkin' 'bout Jackson

Riot

DEAD KENNEDYS "Plastic Surgery Disasters"
Rioting-the unbeatable high Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky Everyone knows this town is gonna blow And it's all gonna blow right now:. Now you can smash all the windows that you want All you really need are some friends and a rock Throwing a brick never felt so damn good Smash more glass Scream with a laugh And wallow with the crowds Watch them kicking peoples' ass But you get to the place Where the real slavedrivers live It's walled off by the riot squad Aiming guns right at your head So you turn right around And play right into their hands And set your own neighbourhood Burning to the ground instead [Chorus] Riot-the unbeatable high Riot-shoots your nerves to the sky Riot-playing into their hands Tomorrow you're homeless Tonight it's a blast Get your kicks in quick They're callin' the national guard Now could be your only chance To torch a police car Climb the roof, kick the siren in And jump and yelp for joy Quickly-dive back in the crowd Slip away, now don't get caught Let's loot the spiffy hi-fi store Grab as much as you can hold Pray your full arms don't fall off Here comes the owner with a gun [Chorus] The barricades spring up from nowhere Cops in helmets line the lines Shotguns prod into your bellies The trigger fingers want an excuse Now The raging mob has lost its nerve There's more of us but who goes first No one dares to cross the line The cops know that they've won It's all over but not quite The pigs have just begun to fight They club your heads, kick your teeth Police can riot all that they please [Chorus] Tomorrow you're homeless Tonight it's a blast

Run Out Of Honky Tonks

JUSTIN MOORE "Outlaws Like Me"
Midnight in Albuquerque Drunk again on a little Wild Turkey Damned if her memory didn't show up right on time I've driven through the rain, the snow and ice I ain't hit the same town twice Just lookin' for a place I figured she couldn't find I thought by now she'd left me alone Turned around and headed back home And just let me be Hell what does she want with me Bartender set 'em up Hell as long as she's here might as well stay drunk Start fresh tomorrow somewhere down the road Shut down another bar Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place This is gonna work Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks Before I get over her Well she walked out and I bought a map A couple towns and I'd be back Some place I could hurt where no one knew my name Yeah I started out in Little Rock I've lost track of everywhere I stopped I can't seem to drink enough to outrun the pain You'd think by now her memory Would get tired of following me But tonight ain't the night So before they turn out the lights Bartender set 'em up Hell as long as she's here might as well stay drunk Start fresh tomorrow somewhere down the road Shut down another bar Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place This is gonna work Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks Before I get over her Shut down another bar Try to convince my heart somehow sometime some place This is gonna work Oh but what if I run out of honky tonks Before I get over her 'Fore I get over her

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