BRENDAN JAMES lyrics - The Howl

Dreams Will Come

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I can't believe this weather I can feel it coming now the warmth of another sun, the start of another one Don't bother me for tryin' I can still be happy with the chance of a little rain To me it's all the same And the days will follow And the dreams will come The wind blows over me I forget to see, how you did me wrong Oh, the air I like to breathe is clearing up for me You better get you some I'm stepping out this fire The light I need is shinin' from the moon on the riverside That's where I like to hide This world is something special If my demons block my path I can walk around I don't have to leave it down Say, the wind blows over me I forget to see, how you did me wrong Oh, the air I like to breathe Is clearing up for me You better get you some C'mon you can't see it You got to believe it It's like real love you can't fake it Be careful don't break it It's like c'mon you can't see it You got to believe it It's like real love you can't fake it Ah, be careful don't break it It's like c'mon you can't see it You got to believe it It's like real love you can't fake it Be careful don't break it C'mon you can't see it You got to believe it It's like real love you can't fake it Be careful don't break it Oh the air I like to breathe is clearing up for me You better get you some

Gotta Lotta Love

ICE-T "Home Invasion"
[ VERSE 1 ] Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell Can't explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that shit was really that fly But I used to gangbang when I was younger So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee I pray the shit'll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 2 ] I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools Check the enemy, it ain't the family Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D. They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin And if we flip, let's all flip together Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call em S-A's, I call em allies Because the day that we all unite Watch the pigs get real polite Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick That we ain't takin no more shit L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 3 ] Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion There's gangsters all around Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown I pray L.A. can stay this way It's the first summer I can really say I felt cool, we all chilled Went to the park, and nobody got killed Now if you got a problem, it's man on man You don't need a gang to solve em I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life Two brothers in a straight up fist fight Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 4 ] G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the fuckin office Cause we're on a totally different tip Fuck that pig brutality shit This unity is gettin to me Every brother on the street is my homie I'm rollin through a hood that I never been And every brother steps to me as a friend I love it, I love it And nothin in my life will ever be above it We wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein our hoods get blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin it quick Another child got hit - bullshit Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend We was goin off to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit And squash all the static Last year I lost about five homies This shit is real to me L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love Yo This is goin out to all the gangbangers All over South Central Watts Inglewood All over L.A., basically East L.A. Youknowmsayin It's basically goin down Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods Van Ness Boys Hoovers Rollin 60s 83's Bounty Hunters Yeah And the Jungle This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts You know what I'm sayin Throwin it up Grape Street Nutty Blocc Front Hood And all them niggas out there in Compton Rollin 30s Harlem Ah yeah Pueblos Nickerson G's Peace Inglewood Family 18th Street South Loc And all the S-A homeboys All the different sets Every set, Crip, Blood What doesn't matter to me Cause I gotta love You know what I'm sayin Hope the truce never ends Youknowsayin We can do this

If I Can't Have You

KELLY CLARKSON "All I Ever Wanted"
Hearts break too fast when they're sentimental Won't stay, won't last when it's love at first sight So why are my convictions blinded by your spotlight Can't breath, can't sleep Need some medication I've kissed goodbye to my reservations I know there's other fish out in the seas Not for me I want you [Chorus] If I can't have you Then I don't want anyone I don't want anyone If I can't have you Then only damage has been done, baby We can break these rules If you wanna have some fun If you wanna have some fun Think of all the love that you will lose If I can't have you If I can't have you Heartbeat cold sweat Thoughts slippin' under Can't fight no threat 'Cause there's just no use One look, no hesitation I'm slipping into you Forgive these eyes, these lips you're tastin' No time to waste on an invitation My shame, my self-control has suffered enough And everybody wants to be loved [Chorus] If I can't have you If I can't have you I haven't seen the best that love has had to offer They say perfection's always right around the corner Could be true But if I can't have you [Chorus] If I can't have you If I can't have you If I can't have you Think of all the love that you will lose If I can't have you

Feeling Me

BABY BASH "Tha Smokin' Nephew"
[Chorus: Russell Lee] She's in love with a hustla She don't be messing with them suckas Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on And I know that she be feeling me [Baby Bash] She in love with a hustla, someone she could trust uh Someone she could get down with, cause she don't mess with suckas Sleep all day, and grind all night Living in the fast lane, the game's nothing polite So I'm laced up tight, cause I ain't into lagging She love to watch me in the mirror when I'm doing my stabbing And she ain't into punks, giving em bruises and bumps And she know I blow big, so she be twisting my blunts That's real talk, coming from a real hog on the block She love the playboy lifestyle, the knots and the rocks And even though sometime, it might seem strange She wouldn't trade it in, with none of she thangs [Chorus] [Baby Bash] Well now she might of caught my ass like once or twice But she'd rather stick with me, instead of rolling the dice Cause she know I'm official, so why take a chance And end up with a over jealous sucka romance Love to see me get the lapdance every now and then huh Never fuck around with her stripper girlfriends huh Now that's living like, who's the boss Yeah she liking the money, but she loving my sauce Even though she approached by them big time ballas She ain't having that cause ain't another like papa And her parents just don't understandWhat kind of man she in love with, But she don't give a damn [Chorus] One day we gone get it together One day we gone keep it together - [4x] [Chorus - 2x]

And The Experience

I MOTHER EARTH "Dig"
Snowin' in July My girls mouth on my toes Complainin' old ghosts In bedsheets of love Christmas In my legs A strange start to summer But I gave it all up In time to wonder Just when I thought I knew what I wanted A dirty old man reminds me I'm young... 'Experience The truth of all colours Think it out, Feel it up But do it right now' How long 'till I'm real I long to be real How long 'till I'm real Left home to live And I did Trippin' all alone I've travelled miles Because of my head I've sang to myself To keep from going mad The land as my bed I slept beside the road The ground is my friend I become the road The longer I'm gone Changing on the go The better I'll know Mother and Dad Can only give you so much So I gave it of myself In the real world, love Twenty first century Mind expansion I wrote my own poems 'Cause I lived 'em

Love How It Feels

THE JACKA "The Jacka"
[Jacka] Let's go I come through bitch With my muthafuckin' niggs And I couldn't give a fuck By how you hoes feel Dip through with the steel All in a bitch's face Put my sticker on her ass Tell her let a nigga pass At the summer jam With my backstage pass Bought 'em from the base So we thuggin' on the grass Watchin' time pass Cuz I'm waitin' on the real shit Performin' at the after party Sold when you see a mix Scream real loud bitch Like your real proud A G got tossed in the crowd Then I got lost in the cloud In the Benz With my nigga Twin Honkin' at her and her friends Watchin' her, watch the rims I bet they wanna hop in Even though they on dubs Too love what a thug do I know you got your bread right Let's see if your head right In the traffic in the middle of the night [Chorus x4] Do you love what you feel In love with you [Husalah] Real gangsta Yo, uh, yo Real gangstas everywhere Smokin' rope in the alley Just don't care Swangin' eights in the alley The Hus long here All the hoes on my dick I got to be there But I'd rather hang out And hustle all year Cuz the paper don't stop The block is on pop It's the dope game, cocaine Locced out to the brain Give shit 'bout a bitch Silly with the chop man I'd rather hang Wit my niggas on the drug spot Don't talk on a snitch when his gun pop 1 double O duece 3 Niggas gettin' packed in a row 'fo deep Movin' on Fourth Street Yeah ho, check out my shit I couldn't give a shit about A shitty haired bitch Tossed up, purssed slut Tryin' to get rich Slide my shit down a [?] and burned Gone on a bitch Gettin' dope-fiend dumb Nigga gone off this shit And I don't pop pills I pop niggas with the clip You faggot ass nigga What are you smokin'? I know to dip hard To the knock I'm yokin' Like what All my murder dub niggs in Oakland And my Hunter's Point hustlas Keep the chapper smokin' Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas All you child ass turkey I don't fuck wit suckas Havin' fun like it's '81 The hoes love the way My perm hang in the sun I'm outtie 5 G [Chorus x4] [Jacka] What up bitch, yeah that's me You a model from L.A. But you couldn't believe All the shit that you seen When you came to my house Thought it was a hard cock Till you seen it float out Rob sittin' on the leather couch Lookin' like Bob Smokin' more than a ounce Close the door Took a trip upstairs Got sucked on the floor Then I called her a whore And I spend way more Than your pops can afford So get the fuck out for real You punk bitch And I ain't nothin' like Any of the niggas you fuck wit Just ask Boo James That's my DJ, he'll tell ya Ain't nothin' worse than a failure So get your shit together Punk niggas tryin' to send 'em And see what's in 'em And every love that I drop On a chick is venom I got bitches that suck way more Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank That's so real I better paint a picture in your brain You must be lame if you can't [echoes out] [Chorus x4]

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