JACK & JACK lyrics - Calibraska

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(Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home, no way, no way, never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home, no way) I can't stop, never let a hater Kill your dreams, 19, I got paper Katniss Everdeen Odds always in my favor I pull up on the scene, black tee and a Blazer Won't chase a woman, I re-place I'll make you have deja vu when I walk by Like, "Hey it's that guy! Yeah aren't you from Vine?" Hell nah I'm from Nebraska, get your facts aligned But I ain't gonna lie, Jack and Jack Did blow up on the app but we're more than that The best duo in LA since Kobe-Shaq They need a whole demolition just to hold us back Run circles around the competition, cul-de-sac Legs keep burnin' but it's so worth it When you're young and earnin' money like a surgeon Yeah it's cool and all but spreadin' love's my purpose So who is gon' tell me I can't do Anything I put my mind to Now I ain't tryna hear it Bitch get up out my ear I'm just a Midwest kid dreamin' California One way ticket cause I had to show you Flow so sick, make you catch pneumonia I'm never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way I'm fresh up in the game and I'm here to stay Don't really got my shit together, just appear this way And I'm like everybody else, I got fears to face Nowadays even the real are just as real as fakes And nobody's really what they seem Learned that the hard way, cuts run deep And these millions of people put their trust in me Man I got a lot of pressure but I must succeed So Imma keep grindin' and workin', I'm finally certain My life is not meant to be wasted The line of success all these people be tracin' That shit, it ain't me, Imma pave my own way And I'm a little unorthodox, I can't lie No I ain't gonna conform I rock my own style Tell that to the fans and everybody by side Yo we're headed to the top and you should keep a close eye So who's gon' tell me I can't do Anything I put my mind to Now I ain't tryna hear it Bitch get up out my ear I'm just a Midwest kid dreamin' California One way ticket cause I had to show you Flow so sick, make you catch pneumonia I'm never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way Before I touched down, thought I had it all Now it's midnight sessions, playin' basketball My friends and my family, Imma have to call And tell 'em I'm never goin' home, yeah I'm never goin' home No way Midwest kid dreamin' California One way ticket cause I had to show you Flow so sick, make you catch pneumonia I'm never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home No way

Roll With Me

P. DIDDY "The Saga Continues"
(feat. Eightball & MJG, Faith Evans) [P. Diddy] Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh.. Yeah [Eightball] Yeah, yeah This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go) I know you can get with that, flippin through the city Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon) Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools (WHAT WHAT WHAT) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop (WHO YOU WIT WHO YOU WIT) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this party started I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls) Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass) Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin to eat Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me (Let's go) [Chorus: Faith Evans] Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me Come on, roll with me We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't never comin down Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.. [P. Diddy] (Uh-huh, yeah yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out) Just flow with me (flow with me) It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with me (Who) Eightball & MJG (that's right) We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right) Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah) Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon) That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right Just bendin corners - know just where you can find me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind What you know good (you know good) It's your world and I'm just in it (what) It's just the way that God must have meant it Speak of the man [Chorus] [MJG] Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back to the middle of the flo' I want the whole stack Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to show What I mean is I go off like a champ, when I cling to the flo' My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin Strictly pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm representin I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer I hit the highway smoked out pistol grippin But I ain't trippin though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n [Chorus - 2X]

Keep It Comin'

HOUSE OF PAIN "Same As It Ever Was"
Smokin' up an L Might kill a brain cell But I might as well I'm on a highway to hell sometimes I feel doomed, Totally consumed By an eerie feelin' I hear pigs squealin' Soldiers of fortune Are torchin' huts The girls on them TVs Are shakin' their butts I'm hyperventilatin' I might be hallucinatin' Yo I got a chill I'm feelin' sort of ill I'm goin' mad But aren't ya glad ya used Dial I'm goin out like style [chorus] Uh and ya don't quit Yeah, keep it comin' And ya don't stop They say Uh and ya don't quit I got complexes Ya can't figure out My dad said 'He's a bum, kick the nigger out' My head's fucked up But I lucked up And got a hit record Now I'm well respected I can go places I never went before I still dress the same So it must be my name I can't deal With who's real and who's not Who treated me the same When my record wasn't hot They said I couldn't eat too So I put my cake down I think I'm having a breakdown [chorus] It's not paranoia I got something for ya It's made of chrome And it'll burst you dome No joke my gun'll Blow a fuckin' tunnel Right through your body FREE JOHN GOTTI I'll leave with your hotty And I'll take her home Lay her down on her back And I'll make her moan [chorus] Uh and ya don't quit Yeah, keep me cummin' And ya don't stop Soul Assasins and ya don't stop FunkDoobie and ya don't stop Cypress Hill and ya don't stop House of Pain and ya don't stop Soul Assasins and ya don't stop

Holdin'

DIAMOND RIO "IV"
Holdin' (Kelly Garrett/Craig Wiseman) Parked down on lover's leap Steaming up his old heap Two lovers stare up at the stars Somewhere in the lights below Two houses all aglow Parents wondering where on earth they are 'Cause their folks have tried to tell them This is way too serious And while their mommas are waiting up they're Holdin', lovin', kissin', huggin' Come whatever may they keep Goin', dreamin', smilin', believin' That nothin' matters like this love they're holdin' A few years and some wedding vows A quarter-acre and a little white house More than they can well afford And those easy payments are getting tough All the overtime ain't enough Still they couldn't ask for more 'Cause that old hill that they've been climbin' Might be gettin' steep Oh, but they don't seem to mind it they keep Holdin', lovin', kissin', huggin' Come whatever may they keep Goin', dreamin', smilin', believin' That nothin' matters like this love they're holdin' As they rock their newborn baby fast asleep They know the most important lesson they can teach Keep on Holdin', lovin', kissin', huggin' Come whatever may they keep Goin, dreamin', smilin', believin' That nothing matters, like this love They're holdin', dreamin', goin', knowin', believin', Nothing matters like this love they're holdin' Just keep on holdin'

Goin' To Acapulco

BOB DYLAN "The Basement Tapes"
I'm going down to Rose Marie's She never does me wrong She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song. It's a wicked life but what the hell The stars ain't fallin' down. I'm standing outside the Taj Mahal I don't see no one around. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run Goin' down to see fat gut Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. Now, whenever I get up And I ain't got what I see I just make it down to Rose Marie's Bout a quarter after three. There are worse ways of getting there And I ain't complainin' none If the clouds don't drop and the train don't stop I'm bound to meet the sun. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run Goin' down to see some girl Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun. Now, if someone offers me a joke, I just say no thanks I try to tell it like it is And keep away from pranks. Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down I just go on pump it some. Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places And just sit there waitin' for me to come. Goin' to Acapulco Goin' on the run Goin' down to see some girl Goin' to have some fun. Yeah Goin' to have some fun.

Goin' To California

PINK "Missundaztood"
I'm goin' to California To live in the summer sun The streets are made of silver I'm like a rabbit on the run Philidelphia freedom Well its not like you have heard, no, no, no This city of brotherly love Is full of pain and hurt I'm goin' to California To find my pot of gold Corruption on every corner Hustlers sellin' sweets Baby is home cryin' While her mom is on the streets Everybody's dyin' Have you heard the news today A woman in north Phili is mournin' A bullet took another son away I m goin to California I'm goin far, far, far away Goin' to California, yes To resurect my soul The sun is always shinin', shinin' Or atleast that's what I'm told I'm goin' to California There's a better life for me, yes Goin' to California I'll write and tell you what I see I'm goin' to California Somebody say a prayer for me

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