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Clint Black lyrics - Killin' Time

Nothing's News

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I spent my lifetime wishin' the waitress would come around Tellin' jokes and shootin' pool on the other side of town When the whistle blows at five o'clock there's only one place I'll be found Down at Ernie's icehouse liftin' longnecks to that good old country sound And talkin' 'bout the good old times Braggin' on how it used to be But I've worn out the same old lines And now it seems nothing's news to me There's nothin' like a steel guitar cryin' in the night There's nothin' like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight I'd finally find my way back home and you'd patch up my face But that was another time and another place Repeat chorus I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am And how the world ever got used to me And now we're talking 'bout the good old times Braggin' 'bout how it used to be But I've worn out the same old lines And now it seems nothing's news to me.

Float Away

KOTTONMOUTH KINGS "Rollin' Stoned"
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace D: Everytime I close my eyes I'm lost in a daze D: Thinkin bout the things that I really want to say JR: And all the old games we played at Nickel Nickel arcade JR: Workin at the donut shop, dreamed of getting paid D: And when the dishes got dirty, we got cascade D: And when the weather was hot, we got a spot in the shade JR: Well no lie before we high, always rockin fresh fades JR: Before the spade and the stage we was drinkin underage Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace JR: Now I was drivin down the ave D: We on the radio now JR: You know the good times we've had D: When we're in front of the crowds JR: Always holdin it down for myself and the boys D: And back in 95's when we first got live JR: Now we was 18 years old on the run having fun D: Playing shows in the sun, no bus when we begun JR: We had a van and a plan doin clubs every night D: Now the California dream we be livin that life Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace (Bridge) when your time comes and you're numbers up All you have in life is what's left in your cup When the whistle blows and the party's over Don't let em drag you out bored and sober When what's done is done and what said is said And the dreams you've had are lying in your bed Let your memories be filled with no regrets There's no second chance, there's no turning back so.. Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace

Stop Singing These Sad Songs

HARRY CHAPIN "Portrait Gallery"
Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times, baby 'Cause I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore Ah, don't you listen to my lyrics 'Cause they don't make much sense And if they rhyme every other line It's only coincidence Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times, baby 'Cause I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore I'll help you with your burden, babe I'll help you lug your load, lady I'll skip up a smile each and every mile As you're skipping down the road Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times, baby 'Cause I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore Well, hold it now and feel it I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore Now baby, I don't want to them sad songs any, One more time for time for the kids in the hospital, I don't want to hear these sad songs anymore

Good Enough

JOE BUDDEN "Escape Route"
[Intro] Uh, never good enough Baby nothin's ever good enough Uh, it's what? Uh [Interlude: Joe Budden] Nothin's ever good enough Hollywood, think he too good for us Nigga's emo, he ain't in the hood enough How 'bout he's just misunderstood to us Vision is fine, I can still hear (So) So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear Cause why? (Cause why?) Nothin's ever good enough I'm just lookin for somethin, good enough [Joe Budden] Wonder where his mind is If everyone's impression is wrong then maybe mine is Jury's out, but the verdict's in Case ain't been heard, so how they murderin him? I appear to be arrogant, that's what they instilled in me Took it as a weakness when I showed 'em humility Insensitive, don't waste time tryin to tell me what emotions is - I'm emotionless I can't explain it, it comes from home Make me uncomfortable and you gon' put me in a comfort zone Double is me, feel what I feel and know he's strugglin Be tryin to get depression and sufferin from ME When your head's cluttered with noise you get lost Am I isolated by choice or by force? Listen, the FUCK y'all expect from me? Already given y'all the best of me But it seem like! [Chorus: Joe Budden] Nothin's ever good enough Hollywood, think he too good for us Nigga's emo, he ain't in the hood enough How 'bout he's just misunderstood to us Vision is fine, I can still hear (So I) So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear Cause, just one wasn't good enough Crushin it in rum wasn't good enough The baddest girl wouldn't be good enough All the cash in the world ain't good enough (Why?) Cause you can go your hardest for your fans But like you they only human so they may not understand that I used to always try to be good enough And couldn't figure out why I wasn't good enough So instead of bein good enough I just wan' be better, than good enough [Joe Budden] The FRUCK's goin on around here? Contrivin and conformin is the norm around here It's tension, speak up and violence gets mentioned In the world where everybody gets by off silenced opinions And so I cut the red tape and the politics Know it's there, I'm just the only nigga to acknowledge it Learn from the acts that came before ya and retain the lawyer They told me, "Once you get the fame you get the paranoia" They say that he a has-been, irrelevant But e'ry word I say niggaz get hella bent Tell you why I'm off of the charts, or on the bottom of your bracket I rap through the heart and some niggaz lack it So I get why I'm greeted with spite Got nerve bein the truth, life's fine with them believin a lie! Even I no longer know what to expect from me But y'all have yet to see the best in me Still it seem like! [Chorus w/ minor variatons] [Joe Budden] Check it; I want it all, that's why I strive for it Diss me and you normally hear a reply for it But I'm startin my maturation and ignore 'em, let 'em continue they masturbation Say my actions don't match what I'm spittin So I tell 'em mind they business and let me stray They say that you becomin a walkin contradiction I tell 'em people change every day I tell 'em I've been makin my own decisions since a teen Tell me who the fuck is y'all to intervene - here's a lesson I'm good enough for me, a nigga seem to be perfection Fifty grand, V.I.P., queens, imperfections Far from a beginner, nigga ain't a white belt Cry me a river, and I'll turn into Mike Phelps I'm just givin y'all the best of me And y'all just turn that into stress for me And so it seem like! [Chorus w/ minor variatons]

Good Times Boys

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS "Mother's Milk"
indeed it may seem that we have strange ways but we do it with compassion and don't believe in age travel round the world gettin naked on the stage bustin' people out of their everyday cage we like to think we make a sad man happy and we like to make proud our mammy and our pappy funky young kings we sing of truth and soul we're the modern day braves with one strong hold through the world of song our boldness is exposed i'm talkin' 'bout my buddy's funk it up fishbone good good time boys make me feel good give me good times yea yea yea yea our devotion to emotion is more than evident to the minds that are open it's you we represent we hope you have enjoyed the time that you have spent one day the good time boys that might jest be president like a pack of mad hatters who come from outer space our swinging's gonna shatter every stone cold face now you may not know the exact reason why a band commands attention from the mountains and the sky makin' more that money more than money can buy i stop! and take a listen to the monsters try good good time boys make me feel good give me good times yea yea yea yea if you don't believe me you can ask john doe 'cause his heart is made of glory and his voice is made of gold he'll tell you in a minute about the men he knows he'll tell you 'bout the band called fire hose to those of you who doubt the nature of our spirit we play it out loud for everyone to hear it building up our brains with the supernatural powers we take it from the trees and the mighty watts towers aim the flame of freedom at the lames and sours we're the best of the west and the west is ours good good time boys make me feel good give me good times yea yea yea yea

Flowin' On The D Line

DIGITAL UNDERGROUND
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in PG time is over This goes out to all the macks in the industry.. Huh alright roll the tape... (..yo rest day ain't for hoes..) It's a good thing that we're rappin If it wasn't for the rappin we'd be mackin It's a good thing that we're rappin If it wasn't for the rappin we'd be mackin It's a good thing that we're rappin There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady It was Mike to those that knows Matter of fact, Icy Mike cause he was cold on them hoes We was east coast niggas headin west I was rollin shotgun, coolin with my man fresh Wes The royal blue Brogham was a drop top rag You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags Cause that's how we flipped it Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin, pimp shit All of this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes says hey, I got a bitch in San Diego Cool , I said, I'll see ya in a coupla days I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes He said, alright player yo, I'll see you soon Yeah that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie She says, I love you and I want to make you rich I says, oh yeah , I swear I worked the shit out this bitch She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin Had brains too, did more stealin than fucking A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro Man I'm tryin to tell you I had a money makin ho But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail Had to sling a little yale to make bail She said, I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down I said, shut the hell up ho who asked you to run your mouth? She was right though it was time to take a trip down south And to this very day, when I think of how I was livin back then I got to say that It's a good thing that I'm rappin If it wasn't for the rappin I'd be mackin Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin a way to get ahead And then we got to use it It's a good thing that I'm rappin If it wasn't for the rappin I'd be mackin Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin a way to get ahead And then we got to use it They call it ho po when your leakin So you know ho po is when yo po, cause you ain't got no ho I was po but I wasn't po ho, cause I had one ho But we was leakin cause the money was slow Coppin blow means your goin up and down I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked One night I was cooling outside Saw my man Wes said, ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live I was working a doublebreast silk leaf suit With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballys Wes said, it's pimpin how you wear em outside ya pants And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley Ham sandwich meant Brogham Cadillac Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown I said, this bitch is inside, you ready to attack? Wes looked at me said, Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin We stepped inside, both of us screamed, it's pimpin! I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin gin Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my people walked in I said, what's up Cookie? how'd you do? She said, cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin Walked up and said, yall gonna sell? Wes said, nigga don't ya recognize the 'P' when you see it? He said, oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin business I said, yeah, well it's true that she's a ho He said, she with you, playa? cause I'd really like to buck her looked at her, said, baby, I'm a raw mother fucker I said, yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka Ain't no choosin, jump off slick, this one here's my snucka He said, whatchu mean by snucka? It ain't too hard to figga You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers Find another ho to go for yours He said, but, I like her I said, you must be a rookie Now figure this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie He said, how do you feel about this, my dear? I said, nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin here! Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three But most of all nigga, I ain't the one Now back the fuck up off me son He said, to buck another man's game is a shame I said, leakin ass nigga, game recognize game Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance Reached down and started pullin up the two from my pants Shoulda capped his ass, instead I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style Cookie runs up and says, baby you okay? I says, yo, all this excitements got you dizzy What cha watchin? bitch get busy! Go back outside and finish gettin my money! The bartender laughed, said, you pimp niggas is funny And I'll tell you once again It blows my mind, when I think how I was living back then Cause yo It's a good thing that I'm rappin If it wasn't for the rappin I'd be mackin Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin a way to get ahead And then we got to use it It's a good thing that I'm rappin If it wasn't for the rappin I'd be mackin Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin a way to get ahead And then we got to use it And you don't stop Humpty Hump in the house And yo I go, I go Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) You know what I'm sayin Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) Check it.. Ho (..do the ho catcher..) Ho (..do the ho catcher..) (..ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher..) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) I said, doddie-doe-doe pimp the mother fuckin ho (..pimp that ho..mack..) Yeah bitch and big dicks don't scare ya Cause you been a ho too long Know what I'm sayin? yeah Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest Pimps up and hoes down Squares don't fuck around town Know what I'm sayin? Oh yeah, it's time to rest Dress and mess Count my monies while I read the funnies Give my propas while I watch the soap operas Cause it's pimpin, understand me? Bitch what cha doin on your ass? Watchin the cars pass Pat your feet on the concrete And go get my money woman! {Goes into extremely long list of shout outs}

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