Guns' N' Roses lyrics - Lies

One In A Million

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1,2,1,2,3,4 [Whistle] Guess I needed sometime to get away I needed some piece of mind Some piece of mind that'll stay So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A. --- So I thumbed it down to nine o six ten L.A. ('90610') Maybe a Greyhound could be my way Police and Niggers, that's right Get out of my way Don't need to buy none of your Gold chains today I don't need no bracelets Clamped in front of my back Just need my ticket; 'til then Won't you cut me some slack You're one in a million Yeah, that's what you are You're one in a million, babe You're a shooting star Maybe someday we'll see you Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, much too high, Much too high, yes, ow! Immigrants and faggots They make no sense to me They come to our country And think they'll do as they please Like start some mini Iran, Or spread some fuckin' disease They talk so many goddamn ways It's all Greek to me Well some say I'm lazy And others say that's just me Some say I'm crazy I guess I'll always be But it's been such a long time Since I knew right from wrong It's all the means to an end, I I keep it movin' along You're one in a million Oo, you're a shooting star You're one in a million, babe You know that you are Maybe someday we'll see you, Oo oh, Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, Oo, much too high Yeah, Much too high, huh, no, no, oh Ow! Radicals and Racists Don't point your finger at me I'm a small town white boy Just tryin' to make ends meet Don't need your religion Don't watch that much T.V. Just makin' my livin', baby Well that's enough for me You're one in a million Yeah that's what you are You're one in a million, babe You're a shooting star Maybe someday we'll see you Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, ow, much too high, Much too high, much too high Yeah, yeee, yeah, yeee, igh! Ow! Much too high (Oh, much too high, ah, much too high, ah, much too high much too high, ow, much too high)

Itchycoo Park

M People "Bizarre Fruit"
(Marriott/Lane) (If you reach on high - do it. If you reach on high) [x2] (If you reach) Over bridge of sighs, to rest my eyes in shades of green under dreaming spires to Itchycoo Park. That's where I've been. (What did you do there?) I got high... (What did you feel there?) Well, I cried... (But why the tears then?) Tell you why... It's all too beautiful! [x4] I'll tell you what I'll do. (What will you do?) I'd like to go there now with you, you can miss out school. (Won't that be cool?) Why go to hear the words of fools? (What did you do there?) I got high... (What did you touch there?) I touched the sky... (But why the tears then?) I'll tell you why... It's all too beautiful! [x4] (Beaty) [x10] (Beatiful) [x3] (-ful yeah) I feel inclined to blow my mind, get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun. They all come out to groove about be nice and have fun in the sun. (Beatiful) [x3] (-ful) (What did you do there?) I got high... (What did you touch there?) I touched the sky... (But why the tears then?) Tell you why... (It's all too beautiful!) [x4] It's all so beautiful. (It's all too beautiful!) [x4] (so beautiful) Beautiful. [x4] Yeah heah. [x3] (It's all too beautiful!) It's so beautiful, yeah. (It's all too beautiful!) It's beautiful. (It's all too beautiful!) Beautiful, yeah. (It's all too beautiful!) Beaty all around me.

Lick A Shot

REDMAN "Malpractice"
Smokin! (Okay!) [monkey sounds:] oooh oooh ahh ahh ahh Here we go.. smokin! (Okay!) [more muted monkey sounds] [Redman] Yo, yo.. jungle habitat, peep the wildlife in the open Off the hook, nigga dial twice if it's broken Doc, wall to wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin(), yes D.O., my wood grain say, 'Fuck P.O.' (Okay!) And I'll prove it when I redline a buck-three-oh Hoes wit it, but never gave a fuck befo' I'm frontin a hundred on top, and ones below Bitches - fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin me and my bitch You dead wrong I'm over here prepared, blowin a air horn {*BLAAM!*} You niggaz talk widdit I do it blind blindfolded without walkin with sticks As dark as it gets, you slept in the Bricks Now you lose - like e'ry year, you betin the Knicks We walk, dogs with more balls than pool rooms (Okay!) Attitude wolf, I react to full moons (aoooooo) I, shoot up the place so y'all can see You stuck up like them white boys on Harley's be [Chorus: Redman] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Brooklyn keep your heaters cookin keep the mamis lookin (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Jersey keep smokin the hershey keepin your money thirsty (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, yo dawg, I'm an MC, I don't think how you rap stars'll think I rush you, like you made the last call for drinks My pipes burst and I ain't installed the sink A radiator, I keep it in the car to mink Chk-chk, yo trail the Bricks where I wrestle grizzly bears (Okay!) and stick a track for it's snare and kick When it's committed, damned if you see 'em again Cold-hearted, leaves fall off the tree on my Timbs Help me; I keep the flow cold like uris() The words practically geronimo off the disk When Flex bomb it look, everybody runnin You bitches goin wild, even Kitey wanna tongue 'em I'm like the Gooch, lookin for Arnold Drummond Walkin with a trenchcoat to part the pumpin Like MJ, I wanna be startin somethin Whoever ain't widdit, gotta move widdit One-fo'-fo' hydro smoke to choke on (Okay!) Branson holdin handguns to toke on Uptown with Big L watchin over He tell me there's NARC's parked on the shoulder (Look over there) I don't care, cause I'm drunk as hell Shit I do eighty on a speed bump to bail Doc Deebo, keep both cannons on reload Weed keep my fingertips yellow like Cheetos [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in Atlanta that, carry the hammer Wrap 'em with bandanas (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the Chi, that smoke on the lai Proceed to gun-fire (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, to my bitches, my niggaz jump up It's Elmer Fudd with the shotty pump, who want duck Ride in my hooptie, back, slumped up Five niggaz with me, strap, pumped up Dump Forrest Gump, hand on the pump Janitor, gettin drunk off a janitor drum Way I spit, on my tongue, I branded the gun Tarzan, I rap loud, animals come.. .. I'm on top of a giraffe neck throwin spears, I'm Def Squad in both ears Y'all niggaz ready for streets Here it is Circle status, with no pyramids [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the West that walk without a vest That just brrrrrap (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my bitches in the Bricks that get they money quick That get they pussy licked (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot! [BLAM]

Tightrope

JANELLE MONÁE "The ArchAndroid (Suites II And III)"
Monae and Leftfoot Whoa Another day I take your pain away Some people talk about you Like they know all about you When you get down they doubt you And when you tipping on the scene Yeah they talkin' about it 'Cause they can't tip all on the scene with you What you talk about it Talkin' about it When you get elevated, They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene While they jumpin' round you They trying to take all your dreams But you can't allow it 'Cause baby whether you're high or low Whether you're high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby Whether you're high or low (High or low) Baby whether you're high or low (High or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Now let me see you do the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it See I'm not walkin' on it Or trying to run around it This ain't no acrobatics You either follow or you lead, yeah I'm talkin' about you, I'll keep on blaming the machine, yeah I'm talkin' about it, Talkin' about it I can't complain about it I gotta keep my balance And just keep dancing on it We getting funky on the scene Yeah you know about it, Like a star on the screen Watch me tip all on it Then baby whether I'm high or low (High or low) Baby whether you're high or low (High or low) You gotta tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Yeah, tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby Whether you're high or low (High or low) Baby whether you're high or low (High or low) Tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Baby let me see you tight rope And I'm still tippin' on it Whether you're high or low (High or low) Baby whether you're high or low (High or low) Tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Baby let me see you tight rope (Tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it [Big Boi] You gotta keep your balance Or you fall into the gap It's a challenge but I manage 'Cause I'm cautious with the strap No damage to your cameras damn I thought that Can I passy Why you don't want no friction Like the back of a matchbook That I pass as I will forward you And your MacBook Clothes shows will shut you down Before we go-go backwards Act up, and whether we high or low We gonna get back-up Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ Sorta like a thong in an ass crack, Come on I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers But I'm another flavor Something like a terminator Ain't no equivocating I fight for what I believe Why you talkin' about it She's talkin' about it Some calling me a sinner Some calling me a winner I'm calling you to dinner And you know exactly what I mean, Yeah I'm talking about you You can rock or you can leave Watch me tip without you N-N-Now whether I'm high or low (High or low) Whether I'm high or low (High or low) I'm gonna tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) MMMMMM (Tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby Whether I'm high or low (High or low) High or low (High or low) I got to tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Now baby tip on the tightrope You can't get too high (You can't get too high) I said you can't get too low (We can't get too low) Cause you get too high (You can't get too high) No you'll surely be low (No, you'll surely be low) 1, 2, 3, Ho! Yeah, yeah Now shut up, yeah Yeah, now put some voodoo on it Ladies and Gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis Yeah, oh We call that classy brass Oh Oh! Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady As I play the ukulele If I play my ukulele Just like a little lady

When I Was Running Out Of Time

JOSEPH ARTHUR "Nuclear Daydream"
When I was running out of time I turned it into a dream And you went drifting into my mind Things ain't the way that they seem I turn you into a dream And make it all go away You know your hair looks different when you wear it that way You've got a painted face and a body made of clay You are my super star They will fill you with big ideas They'll hang your heart in the sky I know you want to save the world How long have you been that high How long have you been that high And did you make it all go away You know your eyes look different when you look the other way You've got a cheating heart bleeding emeralds everyday You are a shooting star Things ain't the same as when we was young They hung us from shooting stars Let's tell the world we're doing fine I know how lucky we are I know how lucky we are To make it all go away You know this world is topsy-turvy in days like today We got a million souls looking for a place to stay Each one a shooting star

Hellborn

UNWRITTEN LAW "Elva"
High as a kite on a flight soarin through the night Droppin new shit from the fuckin mothership And I feel like the spine of a jellyfish God damn it makes me sick But I'm movin slowly, movin slowly Stoned and rolling Barely holding on And you want some yeah motherfuckers, come on I need some Well I'm a sucker Cause I'm still getting High as a star, as they are shining from afar So call your hot line See ya at the finish line Cause this mind has been warped and bent And this body has been used and spent moving slowly, movin slowly Stoned and rolling Barely holding on And you want some yeah motherfuckers, come on I need some Well I'm a sucker Come on Salvation, Creation From the mother fuckin master plantation Do you feel right Does it feel tight From the mother fuckin radio satellite I'm still getting high Come on now I'm still gettin high Oh yeah I'm still gettin High as the sun will rise into these red, singed eyes Can't stop until I fly Cause I'm still getting High as the sun will rise into these red, singed eyes Can't stop until I fly Cause I'm still getting high Come on now I'm still gettin high Oh lord yeah I'm still gettin Salvation, Creation From the mother fuckin master plantation Do you feel right Does it feel tight From the mother fuckin radio satellite Salvation, Creation From the mother fuckin master plantation Do you feel right Does it feel tight From the mother fuckin radio satellite I'm still getting high Come on yeah I'm still getting high Come on yeah I'm still getting high

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