JACOB WHITESIDES lyrics

I Know What You Did Last Summer

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Black sins, white lies Cold hands in the midnight Under the water, under the water We make love There was a blanket covering everything you never said We were Atlantis, all of the sunken ships inside its veils Under the water, under the water We lost blood I know what we did last summer And you won’t let me forget it You won’t let me forget it I know what we did last summer How you gonna do that to me? How you’re gonna do that to me? You don’t know what you did Seashells all over my skin Drifting from the island Under the water, under the water Can’t see sea Oh and I’ll blow tequila, don’t taste the same Boy, you got me feeling some type of way I’m on an island so full of pain Under the water Stuck in the water, in vein I know what we did last summer And you won’t let me forget it You won’t let me forget it I know what we did last summer How you gonna do that to me? How you gonna do that to me? I know what we did last summer You won’t let me forget it No, you won’t let me forget it I know what we did last summer How you gonna do that to me? How you’re gonna do that to me? You know what you did How you gonna do it baby, how you gonna do it baby? I know what we did last summer And you won’t let me forget it You won’t let me forget it I know what we did last summer How you gonna do that to me? How you gonna do that to me? You know what you did

Match Box

JONNY LANG "Lie To Me"
written by Ike Turner performed by Jonny Lang from the album Lie to me Yeah I'm tired of sighing tired of worrying you too but I made up my mind baby what I'm gonna do I got my clothes in a matchbox I'm gonna forget about you But I tried to tell you many times but I never could do it you believe me baby this time I'm through I got my clothes in a matchbox I'm gonna forget about you Now when things get harder yeah and rough on you don't try to get me back now baby 'cause baby I'm through I got my clothes in a matchbox gonna forget about you.

Matchbox

JONNY LANG "Lie To Me"
Yeah I'm Tired of sighing Tired of worrying you too I've made up my mind What I'm gonna do I've got my clothes and a matchbox Gonna forget about you I've tried to tell you many times But I never could do it You believe me baby, this time I'm through I got my clothes and a matchbox I'm gonna forget about you Now when things get harder and rough on you You don't try to get me back, baby 'Cause baby I'm through I've got my clothes and a matchbox I'm gonna forget about you

Desert Island

Roy Harper
Gonna paint my room like a desert island With yellow sand and blue lagoon Invite you all to come and live there One afternoon It'll be when no-one's looking More likely that not We'll close the door and turn the sky up Find a good spot Air fire water earth you were paradise I'm sorry about me I was under impression That you were free and easy Gonna paint my room like a desert island With clear skies and rising swell Leave the clowns on the jaded horizon In Wall Streets of Hell I must say goodbye to the blindfold And pursue the ideal The planet becoming the hostess Instead of the meal Air fire water earth you were paradise I'm sorry about me I was under impression That you were free and easy (To plunder)

Bitchin' Summer

AVRIL LAVIGNE "Avril Lavigne"
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh [Verse 1:] Everyone is waitin' on the bell A couple seconds, we'll be raisin' hell. The sun is shinin' down, school is finally out. Nothin' matters, so we might as well. [Pre-Chorus:] Everybody's bakin' in the sun, Come and party, do it while we're young. Move your body, when you hear the drum. SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP! [Chorus:] It's gonna be a bitchin' summer, We'll be livin' fast, kickin' ass together Like high school lovebirds Gonna have a blast make it last forever I'll pick you up at the liquor store Hurry up, we can fit one more. It's now or never It's gonna gonna be, be a bitchin' summer. Bitchin' summer Bitchin' summer [Verse 2:] Throwin' empty bottles in the fire Whiskey's got us singin' like a choir We're all gonna run, when the police come. But in the moment we are so alive. [Pre-Chorus:] Everybody's bakin' in the sun, Come and party, do it while we're young. Move your body, when you hear the drum. SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP! [Chorus:] It's gonna be a bitchin' summer, We'll be livin' fast, kickin' ass together Like high school lovebirds Gonna have a blast make it last forever I'll pick you up at the liquor store Hurry up, we can fit one more. It's now or never It's gonna gonna be be a bitchin' summer. Oh, bitchin' summer Bitchin' summer [Bridge - rap:] Right right right near the beach The party don't stop If we don't get harassed by the mother fuckin' cops Quarter tank of gas About a half a pack My cellphone's dyin' but there's no turnin' back I can feel the breeze Steerin' with my knees Drummin' on the dashboard Bumpin' to the beat Hit the windshield wipers Searchin' for my lighter I gotta get right before this all-nighter [Chorus:] It's gonna be a bitchin' summer, We'll be livin' fast, kickin' ass together Like high school lovebirds Gonna have a blast make it last forever I'll pick you up at the liquor store Hurry up, we can fit one more. It's now or never It's gonna gonna be be a bitchin' summer. Oh, bitchin' summer Oh, bitchin' summer Pick you up if you up at the liquor store Hurry up, we can fit one more. It's now or never It's gonna gonna be be a bitchin' summer.

What's It Gonna Be?!

JANET JACKSON "All For You"
[Busta Rhymes:] Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah C'mon Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh Oh Ah Yeah, Busta Rhymes, Janet Jackson Here we go One time Baby, just tell me just how you feel We livin' it and just givin' it to you for real Baby, c'mon Every time, we crossin' the borderline We givin' it to you, makin' you feel fine Turn the heat up Better believe we gonna shine Make your body wind Baby, the pleasure is all mine To my people regulatin' the dance floor Better step to your business, handle yours, how we do it Makin' ou people just wanna bounce and get busy because You know that we always will hit you off, what you say You wonderin' why you feelin' the force And don't you worry 'cause you'll be ready to floss More heat 'cause I always will put you on And blow the spot to the very second I'm gone Get your groove on Now that you tired, I hope your body recoupin' Because we keeping you movin' that What we doin' and you know we're gonna [Chorus: Janet (Busta Rhymes)] Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body wet (Make your body wet) Gonna make, gonna make your body scream out yeah (Make your body just scream out yeah, yeah) Gonna make, gonna make you think them naughty things (Make you think them naughty things) Of me on you (All me on you) And you on me What's it gonna be?! (What's it gonna be?!) Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body wet (Make your body wet, c'mon) Gonna make, gonna make your body scream out yeah (Make your body scream yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body cream (Make your body cream) Make you have wet dreams (Make you have wet dreams) What, what, what, what's it gonna be?! [Busta Rhymes:] All my people singing and waving your hands high Hot shit, burnin' and makin' your ass fry Baby, c'mon, give you the shit that'll make you quiver While I deliver the shit that'll hit you right in your liver Always sound scannin', we never leave you hangin' I'm always doin' my thing and my music always be bangin' So check it, you know we always be movin' the crowd Type of feelin' that make you wanna go play it loud What up? When---we---come---and hit you Best believe we really gonna get you No matter whatever you wanna flaunt We be rippin' it baby, so what you want Here we go Pintin' a picture, we keep it hot in the winter Now big up my people, you know I'm always with you Flip Mode We blowin' and takin' over the planet Full blast, hittin' with Busta Rhymes and Janet And you know we're gonna [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes (Janet):] We gonna make your body real wet (Wet) We gonna make your body say yeah (Yeah) I wanna know where my real dogs is at I wanna know where my live women is at We gonna make your body real wet (Wet) We gonna make your body say yeah (Yeah) Everybody wave your hands real high And let me see you put 'em up in the sky C'mon, makin' my niggaz just say 'ho' Word up, and makin' you women just say 'ah' Baby, c'mon, bringin' it to you in many ways We makin' and takin' you people right through another phase C'mon, we rockin' it, baby, that's how we droppin' it, baby There ain't no stoppin' it, baby, I know we drivin' you crazy And then we hit with the greatest of all time No matter what you do, baby, we gonna shine And you know we're gonna [Chorus x3] [Busta Rhymes (Janet):] Busta Rhymes, Janet Jackson Flip Mode, baby, what (Yeah, yeah) What it's gonna be What it's gonna be What it's gonna be What it's gonna be What, what, what, what, what, what (Yeah) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Close the door...

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