INDIGO GIRLS lyrics - Indigo Girls Live: Back On The Bus, Y'all

Hammer And A Nail

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Clearing webs from a hovel blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot like Narcissus Dark abyss of an emptiness standing on the edge of a drowning blue I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself into jail But I know refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose I had a lot of good intentions sit around for fifty years and then collect the pensions I started seeing the road to hell and just where it starts My life is more than a vision the sweetest part is acting after making a decision Started seeing the whole as a sum of its parts I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself into jail Now I know refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose My life is part of the global life I found myself becoming more immobile When I think a little girl in the world can't do anything Distant nation my community street person my responsibility If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself into jail But I know refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose

Show Your Ass

J-KWON "Hood Hop"
(feat. Eboni Eyes) [whispering] TrackBoyz. [J-Kwon] Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..ay [Verse - J-Kwon] Call me, I'm the man You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece And I like the way ya ass move to the beat You a freak, that's summin you can be Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at least Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat I gotta rub her, so there's nuthin' wrong with that the weed hold that, the blunt roll that And when you give me head, please don't hold back Where your eyes at lickin' the Kodak And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack Now.. [Hook - J-Kwon x2] Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' [Verse - Eboni Eyes] I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin' right The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash Step up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi Betta watch your man cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty I'm lookin' to my left, over to my right I head to the flo', time to get this bitch hype Niggaz in the place, all up in my face Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case Don't let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda I say what I mean, mean what I say You wanna fuck wit' me, you gotta pay like you weigh No shame in my game, if you cannot hang Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang [Hook - J-Kwon x2] Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' [Verse - J-Kwon] Gon' hit the flo'...gon' hit the flo' Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back You can tell by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag Yeah I got a grammar, some say it's country But the truth is none of y'all gettin' money I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble [Verse - Eboni Eyes] Skin tight denim, fat ass in 'em I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him This nigga herre lame, he got no game His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain Never big spenders, on my agenda Get him to surrender, colder than December I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of Ameretto's Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes [Hook - J-Kwon x2] Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' Show your ass, gon' hit the flo' [J-Kwon (repeat until fade)] Show your ass

Ain't Got No Got Life

NINA SIMONE "In Concert"
Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters Ain't got no faith, ain't got no beard Ain't got no mind Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no name, ain't got no love Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token Ain't got no God What have I got? Why am I alive anyway? Yeah, what have I got? Nobody can take away I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobs I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, Got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, Got my blood I've got life, I've got the life I got a headache, and toothache, And bad times too like you, I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobies I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, Got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, Got my blood I've got life, I've got life I've got my freedom I've got life, I'm gonna keep it I've got life, I'm gonna keep it

Ain't Got No I Got Life

NINA SIMONE "Saga Of The Good Life Hard T"
Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters Ain't got no faith, ain't got no beard Ain't got no mind Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no love, ain't got no name Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token Ain't got no God What have I got? Why am I alive anyway? Yeah, what have I got? Nobody can take away I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobs I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, Got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, Got my blood I've got life, I've got my freedom I've got the life I got a headache, and toothache, And bad times too like you, I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobies I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, Got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, Got my blood I've got life, I've got my freedom I've got life, I'm gonna keep it I've got life, I'm gonna keep it

Show Me How To Live

AUDIOSLAVE "Audioslave"
And with the early dawn Moving right along I couldn't buy and eyeful of sleep And in the aching night under satellites I was not received Built with stolen parts A telephone in my heart Someone get me a priest To put my mind to bed This ringing in my head Is this a cure or is this a disease [Chorus] Nail in my hand From my creator You gave me life Now show me how to live Nail in my hand From my creator You gave me life Now show me how to live And in the after birth On the quiet eart Let the stains remind you You thought you made a man You better think again Before my role defines you [Chorus] And in our waiting hands I will land And roll out of my skin And in your final hours I still stand Ready to begin [Chorus]

Get Money

Eightball "Lost"
Gloomy days got my head twisted Mystic visions of a razor blade Cut my blunt with precision Stuff it till it's bustin' Sippin' on some Tussin Imagine it gothic hustlin' Men tusslin' women fussin' And they babies in the corner cryin' Young niggaz bang and they ain't afriad of dyin' Pistol keepers mobile phones and beepers Cars and hoes and plenty dust for the geekers Me I'm a break beater microphone eater Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets Behind tint blowin' cheap Fuckin' with freaks What kinda role model, I'ma be? Don't get it twisted Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with, Sense enough to know when to quit Chorus: I don't wanna die I don't wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today) I don't wanna die I don't wanna die Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see when they get grown and independent What you doin' baby? 18, strippin' daily A small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes I don't knock shit, unless you a fiend Tryin' to hock shit Protectin' myself I gotta grab the gock and pop shit I guess that's the problem with the world today (what?) Black, white, asian So many people think this way Fuck with me and I'll shoot ya We live in, what used to be the space age, future To acid droppin' hippies Now they run the country Drug smugglin' with my tax money Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door What you think I pray for, man Chorus Life ain't nothin' but preperation For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when, The soul and the body seperate, that's death Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath Well, all of that shit is in the past Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your ass Where I'm from, any day can be your last That's why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown Unaware, a showdown's about to go down Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope? Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a rope Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne Chorus That's all baby, You never know when you gotta go Deaths around the corner Your nobody, till somebody kils you But I don't wanna die I don't wanna die Hey, I don't wanna die Can you hear me? I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)

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