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Book Of Love lyrics

Alice Everyday

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Alice Everyday brings sunshine To my house most every day Alice Everyday brings her friends Over to my house to play Alice Everyday Alice Everyday Milicent and Gwendolyn Druscilla and Vivian Penelope and Cymbaline Constance and Evangeline Alice Everyday has the most Interesting things to say Her friends who come to play Have the most interesting things to say Alice Everyday Alice Everyday Edith and Felicia Polly and Cecilia Edwina and Eminence Josephina and Patinece Alice Everyday brings sunshine To my house most every day Alice Everyday has the most Interesting things to say Alice Everyday Alice Everyday Tante Heidi and Gina Hilde and Valentina Phllis and Dulcinea Thankful and Anni-Frida

Dirty On 85

Youngbloods
Intro: yeah, you know what im talking about eight town connection right here You got youngbloodz featuring daddy fat sack you know what im talkin about outkast you know what im talkin about, yeah like this (chorus)x2 I know you waiting for daddy, it won't be long shorty be patient cause im comin to you. Ridin dirty on 85, slow takin it easy i dont want nothing to keep me from you. Now the wind blows as im on 85, and shiftin good, with a six pack of that colt 45 just like i should, and if i could i will i might get blowed tonight, if things go right im gonna cut this ho tonight, so i get a call from this broad when the game she aint ready but still in D's she on her knees keepin things steady, like betty crocker the face doctor, she says she swallows with passion, so now she bragging, lagging behind with questions she now be askin, so time is passin, now im mashin, on im gone livin in a world of ho, so i suppose it goin down teepee your city cause in these parts theres nothin but hard times, now shorty please, really. (Chorus)x2 Shiiit, im lookin for anything with a cut em' up like everything with my stable sir lucious witha left foot is ready willing and able but these hoes will get on your nerves, fuck all that, kickin them to the curb(curb) your like an intolerance you let the ho swallow it, get off in your impala, and stab out to a cajun rat house, to the jamaica cat house, to the college frat house witha girl you just met house, that rat house and get you some scuds she aint your girl, skeet skeet, went off and dip boy, im slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl, dont dont be giving no gifts boy, on the first date on the worst date, im goin all the way on the first plate, like hail mary's and feild goals, i think i was put here to drill hoes, for real though, while you blowing my boy im off in your purse, im gettin my gas money, then im back off on the expressway in up out this burst, yeah (Chorus)x2 Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me, met her under that weed told me that her name was stacey, bad little bitch add straight to my collection, jump in my Lac in my pocket got protection, for things to go to down, see i aint playin around, got half a tank of gas, im 85 south bound, its a long ass way, im from the 20 side of things, she said it was dead serious hot, like some lighter flames, so you know how it go, im the nigga she da ho, she told me some mo', wash up my caddillac do', my hands on the grain my pimp down to the ground, aint got my license back so i need to slow down, now i scrappin the floor, showty aint got on no draws, man im breakin the law, tryin to get to this broad, i dont know what it is but showty fine as hell, slim and tight that i like straight from ATL, showty yeah. (Chorus)x2

Just To Talk To You Again

Ezio "Black Boots On Latin"
I found out where you live now It's not so far away Sometimes I go walk by your house But I never see you And I know the way that you wear your hair And the colour of your car Sometimes I go walk by your house But I never see you No, but you are the one The one that I think about everyday Yeah you are the one The one that I miss when I go away And although I know That you probably can't remember my face Or the things that I say But I would die just to talk to you again So you see it's not important For you to know the way that I feel Nothing ever happened between us And it never will So why do I embarrass myself By doing the things that I do You know that.. I can't even bring myself to turn my head So I never see you No, but you are the one The one that I think about everyday Yeah you are the one The one that I miss when I go away And although I know That you probably can't remember my face Or the things that I say But I would just die to talk to you But I would just die to talk to you But I would just die to talk to you again

Someday Well Be Together

Diana Ross The Supremes
Some Things You Never Get Used To Diana Ross and the Supremes Written and produced by Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson) Charted for 7 weeks in 1968 Highest position reached: #30 Some things you never get used to! It's the same routine of getting up every morning And putting on a smile But underneath there's another person Who can't find a reason to make living worthwhile. Oh, another day to get through Without the love that once was mine Sometimes I think my heartaches come to an end And then something brings them all back again Like wanting you And not having you I'll never get used to! I've gotten used to not listenin' for familiar sounds You use to make Now I'm trying to get out of the habit Of calling your name first thing when I awake. Look a-here! It's like a child's first steps I had to learn to walk all, all over again Cause you were always there If I should fall And now there's nobody else that I can call It's like wanting you And not having you I'll never get used to! (Music interlude) BRIDGE: Lost in a crowd I think I caught a glimpse of you... Blindly I rushed To touch your head, Huh! To discover... It's my mind playing tricks on me again! (tricks on me again) Some things you never get used to! Sometimes I think my heartaches come to an end And then something brings them all back again Like wanting you And not having you I'll never get used to! Baby, baby it's Wanting you And not having you I'll never get used to! Look a-here! Oh! I'm wanting you And not having you I'll never get used to!

Come Down

OBIE TRICE
[Chorus x1] Don't come down, things will always clea Don't come down, things will always clear Don't come down, things will always clear So when you find yourself in tears [Verse1] As a child I was fowl Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth (Daddy's aint shit) You would fuss, cuss until your blood pressure was up Then give up, slouch on the couch and drink your liquor (fuck you) A hard headed nigga I was, quick temper Short attention span, not attendin' class What a dummy, I will run over you honey You confront me and say, 'Obie, you no longer have a mommy' Don't use my phone Don't even eat my food Matter of fact don't speak and it was just me and you In a house with that mouse and them traps and that gat Waitin' on the day for you to pull the trigger back [Chorus x1] [Verse 2] Trying to kill me boy That's what you wanna do, kill me Ma, you're not feeling me The beat was not that drastic Blasting, Bastard, you're lying (your lying) You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of 'em She knew, but she hated that it was true I didn't raise 2 boys, I can do away with you The locks changed and the nights got colder I'm slinging boulders, looking like a boulder toker But fuck it I'm the Obester I'm down for Mas man She rabbed out my corner like 'I'm not gonna cry' 'I will not reap the pain, watching my youngest man' 'On the corner slingin' cain' (I'm callin' the cops) [Chorus x1] [Verse 3] ma, Even though I left the house grown Seventeen years old On my own, using these streets as my home There's no need to prolong this beef, dear I love you Miss Eleanor Trice I place no one above you You the reason when I hustle, I knew the stack The reason when I opened up mics I knew the rip The ethics you installed in this hectic young brother Rubbed off after all, now look at your boy When they ask about me now you wont just put your head down Straighten up ma, you can smile now proud Everything's kosher with the boustrous Obster Lets get closer, to repress never approach us [Chorus x2]

Wheat Kings

Tragically Hip
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all their treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weather vane Jesus In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new, besides, No one's interested in something you didn't do Wheat kings and pretty things, let's just see what the morning brings. There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark Where the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister Hung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers Wheat Kings and pretty things, wait and see what tomorrow brings. Late-breaking story on the CBC, A nation whispers, we always knew that he'd go free They add, you can't be fond of living in the past, cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last . Wheat Kings and pretty things let's just see what tomorrow brings Wheat kings and pretty things, that's what tomorrow brings.

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