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DAVID BOWIE lyrics

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I took this walk to ease my mind To find out what's gnawing at me Wouldn't think, to look at me, that I've spent a lot of time in education It all seems so long ago I'm a thinker, not a talker I've no-one to talk to, anyway I can't see the road for the rain in my eyes I live above the grocers store, owned by an Austrian He often calls me down to eat And he jokes about his broken English, tries to be a friend to me But for all my years of reading conversation, I stand without a word to say I can't see the bridge for the rain in my eyes And the world is full of life Full of folk who don't know me And they walk in twos or threes or more While the light that shines above the grocer's store investigates my face so rudely And my essays lying scattered on the floor Fulfill their needs just by being there And my hands shake, my head hurts, my voice sticks inside my throat I'm invisible and dumb, no-one will recall me And I can't see the water through the tears in my eyes

Jive Talk

Kool G. Rap
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk They got so many corners and they got so many spots And I can't even bump up the block without the, Yo man, what you got? I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange He's lookin for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin naughty lives Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives I just found out the candy store's a front They walk in the candy store Man G, candy's far from what they want You might see a pickle or a popsicle But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels Honey used to look like a winner Now she can't even get took to dinner cause so many dealers ran up in her Somebody's blood is on the tar Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass Money got robbed for his bank They broke in his house and took everything except the kitchen sink Little man murdered on the scene He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17 Granny's damn near pushin 80 A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone Yeah, this is my home sweet home Three card molly, another man to fool Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals I'm gettin frisked by the cops They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me but yo I heard she's givin VD Just when you think the skies are gettin blue Bang bang -- another brother's split in two Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body Sonny boy is goin on the strip Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped A baby is born and needs lovin but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven Cops killin our kids, but they bill us So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers Everyday's another risk I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss No heat, just pots of hot water I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order Man that landlord is the lowest Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home *door shuts*

Ill Street Blues

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Live and Let Die"
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk They got so many corners and they got so many spots And I can't even bump up the block without the Yo man what you got? I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange He's lookin for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin naughty lives Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives I just found out the candy store's a front They walk in the candy store Man G, candy's far from what they want You might see a pickle or a popsicle But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels Honey used to look like a winner Now she can't even get took to dinner cause so many dealers ran up in her Somebody's blood is on the tar Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass Money got robbed for his bank They broke in his house and took everything except the kitchen sink Little man murdered on the scene He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17 Granny's damn near pushin 80 A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone Yeah, this is my home sweet home Three card molly, another man to fool Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals I'm gettin frisked by the cops They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me but yo I heard she's givin VD Just when you think the skies are gettin blue Bang bang -- another brother's split in two Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body Sonny boy is goin on the strip Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped A baby is born and needs lovin but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven Cops killin our kids, but they bill us So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers Everyday's another risk I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss No heat, just pots of hot water I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order Man that landlord is the lowest Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home *door shuts*

Fill Your Cup

JON B "Comfortable Swagg"
[dj quik:] yah, red light district music jon b welcome to the netherlands i hear that cello look at this girl hiding behind the glass sometimes u can be so narcissistic, pessimistic, everything i taught u bout yourself u missed it girl you're crazy its secret. rhinestone shower curtains sleeping in sequence what r u a nut case nothing but a but an waist, c-cups not enough insecure. not demure. not the pure woman that your daddy always hoped for u 2 be. get with jon b and be the cup of tear porcelin eyes that make u fall in a trance u gave me a glance. reintroduced in the disco handle with care you're fragile stare off your look out u see me you're so aware make u want get took down yeah i know your kind you're the type to be delicate like china so high on a shelf in your mind its time to take u down and fill your cup up its written on your glazy eyes. don't where no disguise since u tipped your cup i had to oblige take this from my gentlemen's hand's take sip's real slow sophisticated taste know u can go with my flow [dj quik:] i'm the moody blues pocket full of hundred, closet full of shoes i get off the board. get on the 1's and 2s go up against me reggie u ll lose i keep the hood bobb'n like its on a cruise then i'm on the move i'll be out before they put each other on the news i drink and i smoke 8uti don't lose my cool i'm trouble free 0 g that's what i choose i'm in the glass, house countin' cheddar cheese turn my hundred spokes in for some double os i used to move keys now i'm movin these f-a-c-e s and g's get on my staff, your on my path hop up on the wrath, make your two friends laugh hit the jet ski i get 'em wettski i do the hat trick like i'm wayne gretski (ladies)take me ta ta take me this shelf is starting to shaking hot enough for the taken u look thirsty i might get took by u porcelain doll baby antique and vintage lady fill me up to the rim. come lace me straight shot no chaser taste so smooth girl it seems like a dream. this is real take it off, loosen up, this your chance handle with care you're standin' still but i know how u feel don't be shy, take my hand, we gon' dance cause your feet start movin' and u look like you're fee un' yourself more precious, you're so fine, u gon shine my vibe hits ya like a whistle blowing the top of the kettle this is the time where i know your type so well

Personal Property

DEF LEPPARD "Adrenalize"
She's a gold-plated lover Twenty-four carat cool She can walk on water She can walk in my room She's a one man woman And it's a one man race She's got a kiss like fire She burns the lips right off my face It's finder's keepers Loser's gonna weep She's personal, property Sealed 'n' stamped Money in the bank She's privateFor my eyes only She's personal property Personal property Personal service, personal touch Exclusively mine, thank you so much She's a heart stoppin', brain thuddin' Blood pumpin', knee tremblin' Spine crushin', tongue tyin' Personal property And she belongs to me She won't fall for nothin' She's much more than cute Don't mind y' window shoppin', that's all right But you ain't gonna taste My forbidden fruit Adios, au revoir, Wiedersehen, goodbye She's personal property Off limits, out of bounds Under lock 'n' keyConfidential For my eyes only [Repeat Chorus] She's mine, yeah Now I don't mind you guys checkin' her out You can whistle like a wolf Or you can mess around But let me tell you the secret Of the sweet life If you wanna stay healthy, man Take my advice You better kit the road, Jack And don't come back! You could be king of the jungle Or you could swing in the rain But she don't need no monkey, not my babe 'Cos I'm her Tarzan and she's my Jane [Repeat Chorus] And she's mine She belongs to me

Bruno Mars Medley

VICTORIA JUSTICE
Her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shining Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday I think I wanna marry you His lips, his lips, I could kiss them all day if he'd let me His laugh, his laugh, he hates but I think it's so sexy He's so beautiful and I tell him everyday I think I wanna marry you Beautiful girls all over the world I could be chasing but my time would be wasted They got nothing on you baby Nothing on you baby I'd catch a grenade for ya (this one's for you and me) Throw my hand on a blade for ya (living out our dreams) I'd jump in front of a train for ya (lift my arms out wide) You know I'd do anything for ya (I open my eyes) I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain If you walk away, everyday it'll rain, rain, rain Today I swear I'm not doing anything (I wanna be a billionaire) I just wanna lay in my bed (so freaking bad) Don't feel like picking up my phone So leave a message at the tone Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything So what we go out, so what we don't sleep We're just having fun, we don't care who sees So what we go out, that's how it's supposed to be Living young and wild and free When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change Cause you're amazing just the way you are (I think I wanna marry you) When you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while Cause you're amazing just the way you are I think I wanna marry you Cause you're amazing just the way you are

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