G.B.H. lyrics - No Need To Panic

Makin' Whips

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You're getting under my skin, the places that you've been. You're dishing out the dirt, and sure know how to hurt. But you're going nowhere ya missing the whole damn point, lighten up, lighten up and we'll rip the joint. You're makin' whips, makin whips for your own back, makin' whips, makin' whips you're gonna' crack, makin' whips, makin whips. Your empty headed dreams, just like an old smoke screen. You stand behind your spite, don't know what's wrong or right. Now it's grating on my nerves, your twisting body swerves. Got a self-inflicted bruise, got rubber bumper blues. Remove the thorns from your crown, feel it when the whip comes down.

Some Things Are Meant To Be

Linda Davis "I'm Yours"
(Linda Davis Randy Travis) (:Skip Ewing/Tim Mensy) Well the sun beats down and the sand gets hot Where I break my back hauling endless rock For a man made God I really don't believe in I shoulder the rope and I bear the strain Wipe the salt from my eyes and ignore the pain Though I know when I fall Another whip is coming When I feel my body going down And there's nothing I can do I know if I keep my faith in you I'm gonna make it through I'm a prisoner here in this hall of kings I'm gold I'm jewels I'm a diamond ring To be given as a token of God's affection The law says I'm their property But my heart and my soul belong to me They can hold me but I'll never be in their possession When I feel my body going down And there's nothing I can do I know if I keep my faith in you I'm gonna make it through Through the doubt Give me strength to lead them out Give them faith to follow me Guide us through the sea So help me God I'm a common man With the lives of thousands in my hands As I carry them into the land you promised And when I feel my body going down And there's nothing I can do I know if I keep my faith in you I'm gonna make it through I know if I keep my faith in you We're gonna make it through

What Cha' Gonna Do For Me

CHAKA KHAN "Epiphany: The Best Of Chaka Khan, Volume One"
All night and day Just chippin' away It's all in a day's work Tryin' hard to defend The time that I spend alone The crown that you lose Exploiting the blues Won't get the job done As hard as it bites I'm keepin' my sights on you CHORUS: What cha' gonna do for me What cha' gonna do for me What cha' gonna do for me When the chips are down In the cool of the night When nothing seems right The feeling can take you Strange as it seems You make your own dreams come true If you try to conceal The way that you feel You're asking for trouble Just as sure as I cry I'm keeping my eye on you CHORUS (2x) You don't have to tell me I'm to blame for this 'Cause what you hold against me Is what I miss

Whats Come Over You

PAUL BRANDT
Something's missing, something's wrong Something's not right for me to move on Why am I doubting what I thought I knew What's come over you Where's the laughter, where's that touch That made me feel you were in love I pray it's just a phase you're going through What's come over you CHORUS I can roll with the tide, come in from the rain Turn my back to the wind and stand my share of pain But if you don't love me, there's nothing I can do What's come over you All these memories of all those times Make it so hard to say goodbye To all those dreams we've shared that won't come true What's come over you CHORUS

Tell Me No

WHITNEY HOUSTON "Just Whitney"
(feat. Santana) Reaching for my dreams And you're so quick to say what I can't do You criticize my action But I don't see you standing in my shoes I'm going the wrong way I'm doing the wrong things Every word just gives me fuel So come on come on come on come on come on come on [Chorus:] And tell me no And I'll show you I can And tell me no I sink my feet right in Tell me no Just tell me that I can win Come on I'm sure I'll prove you wrong Go on and go Tell me no Every step I take you're right there trying to block my next move If you're making me feel bad, then tell me then do you feel good I'm just human I know what I'm doing That's what my heart tells me I should So come on come on come on come on come on come on [Chorus] No no no no no no no You motivates me more and more And I think it's time that you know Giving me something to afford And I can't wait for the day I can rock things in your place I ain't gonna stop til I'm done I reach the top I'm the No.1 For everytime you try and tell me no Oh you makes me keep on keep it all [Chorus x2]

Everybody Wanna Know

CHARLI BALTIMORE
featuring Teddy Riley 1 Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? [Teddy Riley] It's makin' me hot it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot yo yo Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? [Teddy Riley] It's makin' me hot it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot yo yo [Charlie] Uh uh uh Wanna test my waters? Step in Hot no question what? Interested? Chick blessed in drop No less than sick flows Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit it Cats know I deliver blows, kill hits Kill the light switch, I'm barkin' in my CB Tight chick with charts in mind Hearts in my actress Better address me with status Ms. and Misses, ya'll who's and what's Came in viscious Everything I touch, ya'll wanna get it Cats wanna hit it, hide when I spit it What ya'll do? Did it. Wanna get it? Wanna get rich, I'mma show you money Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money Why you wanna hate me, I don't know you money Ya'll cats got late fee's, I don't owe you money Ya'll quick to wild out and just blow your money Should it stash high, burnin' flashlight Girls need to know if you're stuck for money Cats get sheisty, I might duck for money Let 'em know, you ain't gettin' buck for money And tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, what Repeat 1 Yo, yo, yo, yo Feel me come through hard so ya'll hear me Turn back? Never, rap vendetta Each letter clever for that cheddar Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater Don't speak to Heather Only fly lady certified Indy, the rest gotta pay me Chuck get shady, cats try to play me Waggin' Mercedes Benz for the lady Me that, so he that, where the keys at? Ride through, slide through for feedback Like damn, she ballin', damn she that chick Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin' Damn, mad jewels, damn she be spillin' Trust, we gon' all ball love ya Pop bubbly, I'mma make ya'll love me, uh Repeat 1 Yo, yo Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song Ya'll feel it yet? Killed the whole song Haters game raw, ain't nothin' pretty Bank head strong so checkbook pretty Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes Counterfeit fifty's, crooked seams Now I play scenes Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers Stay real stack's back's you faces Back to basics, flip rhyme basses Chuck goin' lace it, ya'll gon' taste it Fresh new face, did it mark my spot Mark my X , park my Lex, watch be 'Lex Face forgets nigga, lay some sex Flow dough from bitch to hoe, flip the do' Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to bitch, nigga Repeat 1 until fade

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