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Ceaser lyrics - Leaving Sparks

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You moved along, way too soon It's like you ran away baby Every day another day without you, isn't all I stopped the ride, then returned to go But did I really give it all Stop, give it up, we're on our own Always alone, always alone, I need fire in Somebody new, someone like you, just like you In all the books that I read, in all the films that I see it's you In all the sounds it's you I hear somehow I stopped the ride, then returned to go It's not a game I can win I know you don't play no more Always alone, always alone, I need fire in Somebody new, someone like you, just like you I'm waiting for a life sign But nothing seems to come waiting for a life sign You moved along, way too soon Giving it away, I know You are playing no more

Always Come Back To You

MASTER P "Ghetto Postage"
[Chorus:] I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em I lost a homie and a brother in the same week And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep And these chickens love to flip flop I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together We all family lil one we supposed to die together But you had to go first (first) I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain After the pain but it aint the same I remember we used to ball together Me and you homie hustlin project halls together Whodi we all stood tall together Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever [Chorus:] We popped dollars together Counted dollars together We was on a roll doin shows nigga We was always together I lost so many peers Shared so many tears It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed And uh its' a mystery on Tupac Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot Easy E died of aids And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves To the media you aint shit till you die You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped On the radio and video stations nonstop Who wanna be next While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone [Chorus:]

Into My Life

MEN AT WORK "Brazil"
Carpet stained with my red wine I've been staring at the fire I keep looking at the time I'm waiting on you I can hear the howling wind Yes the sound is getting higher As the night is closing in I'm waiting on you Those big black eyes wicked smile That you flash as you walk through my door Into my life Into my life Into my life Won't you come in and sit right down Here let me pour a stolichnaya Why is it when you come around I'm waiting on you We drink until we get too tired Even though you try to dance for me I still can't light up your fire So I'm waiting on you From time to time I feel so blind And there's still so much more left to do Into my life Into my life Into my life You call me on the telephone You say that I am always busy So why am I here all alone Waiting on you I pick you up in my white car I could fall ever so easily Why you keep me hanging on I'm waiting on you Still, those big black eyes wicked smile That you flash as you walk through my door Into my life

Fire Down Below

ALKALINE TRIO "Agony & Irony"
It's been a lifetime since I last confessed to you And I've had little trouble concealing the truth I've been nothing but lies and deceitful Here’s the church open the people there for me Apologies have taken on a whole new meaning now You’ve waited your whole life for this Beg for mercy and forgiveness Nothing up above but darkness And fire down below Me and my friends waiting on your soul It's been a long time since I’ve last had words with you Not sure what I see now to tell you the truth About this feeling weighing heavily On my mind and chest cavity Don’t pray for me one day you’ll find I’m sleeping in my urn feeling just fine You’ve waited your whole life for this Beg for mercy and forgiveness Nothing up above but darkness And fire down below Me and my friends waiting on your soul Fix me a drink Tell me a story Take my head off These gut wrenching words Made my mistakes My guilt admissions Please pass a plate And the ammunition You’ve waited your whole life for this Beg for mercy and forgiveness Nothing up above but darkness And fire down below Me and my friends waiting on your soul You’ve waited your whole life for this Beg for mercy and forgiveness Nothing up above but darkness And fire down below Me and my friends waiting on your soul You’ve waited your whole life for this

Paralyzed

ANGELS & AIRWAVES "The Dream Walker"
I wake to a fire in the realm Little lion safe and sound It's a wild life, so wild crazy Can not tame the crowd White feast in the hole your an MIA A little hell, you gonna pay You're a whore at home, the telephone A king that's here to stay Sleep And awaken to life, for a hell of a ride Sleep And awaken to life, with your hands at your side- Paralyzed Out cold and regenerate the start Little lion set your fire Push away and go, in stereo A tear will death depart Nineteen with a wicked M-R-E What a waste, a memory Better study hard, and play the part Another victim to the scene Sleep And awaken to life, for a hell of a ride Sleep And awaken to life, with your hands at your side- Paralyzed Its more of the same A silly old shame A dimmly lit grove It will whither and go I climb the light post Illumanate the road For miles away So safely I lay

Emotionless

JIM JONES "Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)"
Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second True story [Jim Jones] Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope the Feds don't grab the team Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet) We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear) Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me) And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin') Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead) Due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side) And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes Boy you talk about my life here Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal [Chorus] Put my emotions aside (why?) Cause they can never take my alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug) And if I'm standing in front of the judge Guess what? He can never take me alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) [Juelz Santana] Poured off Bentley Looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a shark on land Neiman Marcus edition, contraband Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and Five thousand spent on pants, man (man) Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh) Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks, Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks I see you clear, my antennas is up And that hand-scale is still in my pocket What you want? (What you want?) Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?) Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?) Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us) Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt Your corpse, flies will emerge [Chorus] [Jim Jones] They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding) Now, do you wanna ride or die? Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple) I'm drunk staring B I need therapy The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture) And it all come back, like grams of the hard You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet) Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones) They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding) They try to catch me out of bounds They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded) A thug changes, and love changes And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes [Chorus]

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