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HOODIE ALLEN lyrics - People Keep Talking

The Real Thing

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[Verse 1:] Super duper early morning Sunday breakfast Ain't in a rush to go to church because I used protection You complain about the way I cooked your eggs I'll probably hang up the phone and then - hello? - disconnected But check it, that's just a metaphor I'm talking if you left your man then you'd be better off The game I spit is sweeter than a bag of kettle corn My name is Hoodie Allen but I'm here to take your sweater off And I'mma do whatever it takes to make us a pair You wanna travel around the world, well I'm taking you there I met a bunch of mean girls like Lacey Chabert Busy talking shit but they ain't stopping to look in the mirror If you making it bad, well I'm making it worse You holding onto all these baggage, stop taking it pers I'll tell you anything I can to get you down tonight Tryna take you out the clouds, bring you down to life [Hook:] I think that she like me, she like me And she think that it might be, it might be The real thing but we moving too fast (x2) I think that she like me, she like me And she think that it might be, it might be True love but we let it all fade Cause I just ain't ready baby [Verse 2:] Treat me like I'm the man with a couple hundred grand And a family full of cousins with a couple Uncle Sams Tryna gamble away my money, that's funny like Douglas Yancey Wanna paint a perfect picture, they'll probably think that I'm Banksy But I might die trying to afford it I'm living in the studio, everything is recorded My life is like a song and stuck on fucking repeat And I'm making the same mistakes that you only make in your sleep That must mean I'm in a dream world But I'm sleepwalking until I find a dream girl I got these teen girls screaming like I'm out of a magazine Next to Harry and Justin, nobody fucking with me girl Switch it, do I make you mad when I talk about shit that I envision? Are my dreams too big? Do you think I'll sink or swim with these fishes? So you could let me down easy Cause it's hard to let go when you the only good that I know, you know? [Hook] [Outro - Voicemail from Unknown Woman:] Hi, it's me... wondering where the hell you are. You said you were gonna call me and I still haven't heard from you. You know, it's not that hard to just send me a text and say hi. I understand you're working hard on this album right now, but you need to make the time for me. And you need to start re-evaluating your priorities. Hope you're having a good night

Walking Dream

KOTTONMOUTH KINGS "Rollin' Stoned"
marijuana, the world's perfect plant... the waking dream chorus: the earth, the wind, the sky, the sea the birth, the life, the air we breathe the truth, the lies, the in-betweens the hate, the love, the waking dream all these beautiful things growin up in california and all the memories from the people who knew ya don't test mother nature she's a powerful person don't get caught up in a bind for being stupid like abortion these are the types of checks you can't cash when you try to live long you can't afford to be an ass when you walk into a party bein loud and obnoxious when you walk up to a hottie with no respect or compliments it's fuckin' nonsense, this life's a journey all the people i meet and all the people actin' funny like crash test dummies, people come people go like liquor store dough (as in money) they accept it like a treasure someone's pain is another man's pleasure we need to stick together to make this beautiful place better you're time's approachin in this life you're livin in the aftermath of the new beggining hook: in the waking dream of all things unseen the cycle is complete the universe has justified my life and set me free A smile spreads across my face prepares me for the ride the setting sun begins to set the perfect way to die (chorus) i'm sittin in the basement cuz we about to get deep final life's placement, being the topic of speech what matters to you and me, what goal you've reached when you're bodie's laid to rest and your soul's free to seek with the knowledge you recieve you got a spot picked out you know where you wanna go from what you learned about some people call it hell and others say the spirit world where you goin when you die? are you sure? for real? you ask me where i'm headin i'm still tryin to look I learned one thing so far, the answer's not in the book many paths to choose from written by the hands of man but they were all still alive, the information second hand i don't understand, cuz all religions have flaws barkin' out commandments, how bout natures laws? cuz when it's said and done, river's still gonna flow the wind's gonna blow and tree's are still gonna grow (hook) (chorus)x2 the waking dream...

Fortunate

ATMOSPHERE "SouthSiders"
I highly doubt that y'all think about sex Anywhere near as often as I think about death Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs But don't wake the baby up, we got a lot to get done That little light indicates a connection And if it's all the same I'd like to make a suggestion See, if everybody on this comet agreed We could set the clock to whenever we want it to be I just might just modify the mileage I don't know much, but I'm confident the fight's fixed So high that I feel like a pilot Falling out the sky full of brilliant brightness Hurry up, stir me up You gotta learn the words before the whole Earth burning, but We wouldn't even need to recognize your birthday If you were the center of the universe in the first place If I had feathers I would fly away If I felt fresher in fur I would hibernate If I ever figured out how to communicate Maybe then we could accumulate For now face the wall, I ain't the same as y'all A real friend wouldn't make you take the fall Sometimes life'll try to break your balls With the long list of missed wakeup calls You know I wanna feel special Walk around the festival carrying a big stuffed animal I try not to make a mess though Gotta stay sensible, ain't nobody coming with the antidote I wanna watch you grow And I wanna leave the planet better off than it was handed to me And I don't know, there's possibility So I settle for selling my soul to the slaves of the land of the free I don't wanna leave my family tree behind I don't anyone to miss me like I miss you But I don't wanna take up too much time I'm not trying to run away from the line we drew The sunshine seems to feel so seamless The soldier is a dreamer and a realist And history sealed this Thought me that a hero ain't nothing but a field trip Nah, I know you're down to do something profound Put a stick in the ground to prove you was around No amount of time will ever be considered enough I'm trying to tether it up and live forever through love We're not lucky, but we're fortunate I'm pretty sure of it And all the life we wasted trying to make some bread Might've been better spent trying to raise the dead

Good Mourning

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
Good morning, Brook-nam Another stop... on the train (wake up... wake up... wake up...) We come to a stop that everybody got to make... Whether you local or express [Talib Kweli] What's the meanin of ghettofabulous Not ridin the back of the bus I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go They come back as tales of niggas we used to know Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out like respect and fade out like TV sets into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: Stay awake to the ways of the world *} [Talib Kweli] I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+ Who said, Just because no one can understand how you speak don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: Stay awake to the ways of the world *} [Talib Kweli] Yo, the time come for everybody.. It ain't somethin you can really prepare for Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and Grover Washington, rock rock on and My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and Big L, rock rock on and Freaky Tah rock rock on and Jerome Green, rock rock on and Slang Ton, rock rock on and We celebrate life.. {*echoes*}

Let Me Blow Ya Mind

NO DOUBT
Uh, uh, uh, huh Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take alot more that you to get rid of me You see I do what they can't do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me 'Dancin much, get it all now I'm complete, uh huh Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind

Purple Rain

J. COLE
Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Yeah hey Bright lights, big dreams Nice night or so it seems Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans Praying that she might get seen by a nigga with a contract With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things Like more rings for her fingers She used to fuck singers but said they too soft, just copped a new loft For you walk into her crib got to take her shoes off Thats only step one your dress is next hun You say your kid sleep, I don't want no step son But lead the way to your bed room, king size bed so we got leg room She give Queen like head so we got head room, my God Than I work her like its my job Her moans are like music to my ears ipod And than I hit the door, cause baby I got to go Oh yeah don't act like you don't know I know you've been through this before Check it, I make the rich bitch beg Make the good girl steal Make the old ladies blush Make the young hoes squeal For real, for real Good girl huh, father was a preacher Sent her off to college thought I got her on a leash though From the outside though, them girls be the squeakiest You get 'em inside them girls be the freakiest Mischievous, downright devious Say she want cake I got all the right ingredients Running round fronting like a pure white virgin Gave a nigga dome while her father gave a Sermon Amen, let the choir sing She be walking round campus like the quiet thing So niggas scared to approach when they admiring Man if they know like I know she got that fire thing Pour a little OJ with some P-trone I'm feeling ok, but homie she's gone When remmy Rev called she just ignore him I had her calling on God till the weed And than I hit the door nigga Cause baby I got to go Oh yeah don't act like you don't know I know you've been through this before Check it, I make the rich bitch beg Make the good girl steal Make the old ladies blush Make the young hoes squeal For real, for real

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