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JEWEL lyrics - Pieces Of You


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Adrian came home again last summer Things just haven't been the same around here People talk People stare Oh, Adrian, come out and play An unfortunate accident in a canoe Dr. said, 'I'm sorry not much I can do' The air was so still His eyes did not blink Oh, Adrian, come out and play Little Mary Epperson liked him She vowed always to watch after him Still he did not move Dr. said it's no use Oh, Adrian, come out and play She sat by his side, watched the years fly by He looked so fragile, he looked so small She wondered why he was still alive at all Everyone in town had that 'I'm sorry look' They talked in a whispered hush, said 'I'd turn the machines off' But still she sat by his side Said, 'Life he won't be denied Oh, Adrian, come out and play Yellow flowers decorate his bedroom Sign above his door says 'Welcome Home' But he just sits and stares He's awake but he's still not there Oh, Adrian, come out and play She sat by his side, watched the years fly by He looked so fragile, he looked so small She wondered why he was still alive at all Little Mary Epperson grew up lovely She still comes to visit him on Sundays He's like an unused toy He's got big hands but the mind of a little boy Oh, Adrian, come out and play Adrian came home again last summer Things just haven't been the same around here

Out Of Jail

WAYLON JENNINGS "Right For The Time"
I sat at a bar having a beer Trying to hold down the stool When a stranger walked in stood there beside me And plopped down there like a fool. He started drinking then he started talking About things that were wrong in his life The more that I heard the more I believed The thing that was wrong was his wife. You talk about beauty when we first met She was all a man could desire Talk about love one night with her Would set your very soul on fire. But loves little flame is out of control About three feet high from behind Ever since we've been married well, I've come to believe That love's for the dumb and the blind. 'Cause you talk about ugly when she gets mad She goes from Jekill to Hyde She grits her teeth and her eyes roll back And pivot from side to side. She completely rewrites the whole English language Descriptive four lettered and loud Now I can't out think her but I can sure out drink her And that's what I'm doing here now. I've spent seven years with the wrong woman Seven and going on eight She spent seven years naggin' and eatin' I'm overwrought and she's overweight. If I try leavin' she has me arrested And takes her own sweet time gettin' me out If she ain't number one she's in the top two Of things that I could live without. Men commit murder and all kinds of mayhem In a few years they're back on the streets Highway robbery and white collar crime And they laugh at the system they beat. Sometimes I'm tempted sometimes I'm ashamed Of the things that the law will allow I could have killed her when I first met her And I'd have been out of jail by now. I could have killed her when we first met And I've have been out of jail by now...

Immaculate Fools

Fools Immaculate
Immaculate Fools We talk of changes We talk of may things When there is sadness We re-arrange the dream Those tainted promises They fade and die We forget so easily The love insisde We are enchanted We are immaculate We are selected I looked out my window Thought i heard you come Looked inside my mirror To see what i had done Faith hope and charity They passed you by Call them now they can´t refuse Get, side by side We are enchanted We are immaculate We are selected The pretty tune is at an end It´s down to you and me again All the things that i don´t need Always seem to follow me Every day´s a holiday Sink or swim Laughing as the ship goes down We shall live again

Close To You

JUDAS PRIEST "Demolition"
(Glenn Tipton & K.K. Downing) So many years that we were one So many things we've done The memories alive But most of me has died As I struggle with events I'm offered words of strength They do not comprehend The passion we possessed People tell me what to do Tell me how I should get through But they haven't got a clue No-one else comes close to you I see your eyes before they closed They looked right inside my soul And they asked me not to grieve I tried but still I bleed I wake up, I break up I try hard to shake off The desolation as it grows As nothing else comes close And as I stand here by the grave And the wind calls out your name I know that time could never heal The emptiness I feel People try to give me hope Tell me how I should let go But they'll never really know 'Cause there's nothing else comes close People tell me what to do Yell me how I should get through But they haven't got a clue No-one else comes close to you

Nolia Clap (Remix)

[Juvenile:] uh huh Remix...Remix.... Wacko, Juvenile, Skip! Hollaback.... Where H-town at..ATL at..Miami, Lil Haiti, Lauderdale at... [Chorus] Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? I say da U gon do dey thing wodie please believe If not we'll make it hard for u cowards to breave One thing about a ghost, keeps sh* up a sleeve Juve and skip attack the boards, while I plug em wit 3's Every stash spot i got, I stuff it wit g's don't need a chain or a whip to snatch me a freak.. I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowin on trees With two heaters in my lap..bumpin 400 degreez I 'on rock wit juvenile. what clown? datz my dawg.. Say dat sh* again I'll wack all ya'll. Get on some bo? sh*...smack all ya'll Prolly get on dat rob sh*...crack all ya'll I neva talk sideways I put ya on da highway Have ya sweatin in da chicken coop like smokey off Friday Catch ya in da nolia have ya runnin down da driveway Tryna bring ya down ? Yippe Ka Yay Where da Bay dat 'lay at where dem teks, where dem 9's, where dem k's at [Chorus] west coast whats up, west side whats up where NY at..., NJ at, Philly philly, DC, VA at [Chorus] east coast whassup, east side whassup [Skip:] I'm straight hollygrove ya know dat But I'm ol' skool, fisher projek like a throwback Now I told you now you know dat You ain't welcome here, you ain't see I'm Gone on my doormat So stupid ain't abide by dat If I catch you on my porch, you gon die by dat Right there, by them can lie by dat On side of dat dog doo doo, you can dry like dat Cause this is payback for anyone who eva said dat Look, I'm safe wit this vest...Gon get his head packed Or get his face slashed, get his neck jooked Look in my face...this how death look If ya deaf look, I won't play witcha Gun talk is all I'm gonna say to ya So learn to read lips...cause see we tripz Every time dat alk and dem trees mix Where da Row at, Interscope at... Choppa City, Universal, Cut Throat at... [Chorus] where my pimps wassup, all my playaz wassup where UTP at, Crime Lab at, Rap A Lot, DTP, Aftermath at [Chorus] all my souljas wassup, all my gangstas wassup [Juvenile] we from the dirrty dirrty ya heard me ya shoot and get shot from under the department line we bout as long as ya block i travel all over the states been in some serious spots carzy not knowing if them people gon' kill me or not all that booting up and stunnin and gon get u no where if u aint bout shooting them subs dont even go there if u scared show u scraed and put ur sets down we aint got a way lookin for beef u can go away now gotta holla at ?? survival these people be my people hook me up with some prada clap for a PM calp for a bbenz and if u clap right here ill give u twenties and tens 3rd ward got money we got plenty to spend quit spending on transportation we got plenty of them YEA THIS IS BIG BUISNES RIGHT HERE RAP-A-LOT UTP 2004 PUT UR U'S UP [Chorus]

P's & Q's

Still drinkin' water on y'all niggas, man With perfect pitch I'm singing free my niggas Polished and purposeful he's producing pristine pictures Pay me, gimme plenty, the trees begat keys That's paper, so hold the pennies I'm pressed and like pests, I'm in every nook and cranny Your pantry, with some patience your panties I got patience, it's prevalent in the previous plannings I been on my P's and Q's, fuck is this? A Quiz? Peep this nigga passion, I'm not picking him to quit Watch him paint, and it quaint? All that presence in his pen, he be pearlin' all that wisdom, all that pressure be to sin A pearlescent silver lining through the questions I been quilting together Niggas quiver in the cold, are you equipped for the weather? When there's polar and it's piercing through your sweater to your chest How you persevere and press on through the quest? I been on my P's and Q's, can't you see I do not play? And I pack it full of quotes Pray you perceive it in the way that I intended I ain't preaching and I'm never that pretentious Not pretending, Quasimodo how my back is I've been bending, I've been lifting all the pounds Break it down, pass it around Politicking with my peoples' then my partner, them my round' Quality is what we seek, I'm not playing 'til we peak Quintessential to survival is the cunnin' to compete You picked defeat, if your efforts will only ever be passive aggressive Be my pleasure to let it fly like attached to propellers And compel all your people to say your prayer in your passin' Man fuck the gassin', I'm too persistent, and what could they tell us, huh? I been on my P's and Q's, quantum leaps ahead of my peers They not even in my peripheral, pray I keep it proper Cause they playin' so political, the petty is so pitiful Niggas Peter Pettigrew, I'm of a higher pedigree I'm peddling this penmanship, appreciate the pleasantries, but It's quiet for y'all niggas I mean, you know I've been on point with it Ain't even gotta smoke a joint I'm getting high off the feel, y'all just trying to make some coins with it Educate my loins You've been gifted like I pearled a couple poinsettias On my P's and Q's Quarantine the phrase, you could comprehend it better, bring phonetics into play, I'm no pharaoh Message never mystical Breath of antihistamine, I'm trying to heal the physical Requiring a pivotal stance For my mans niggas, know I'm not dolo Provide you with the proof, it's never quid pro quo tho It's Free Nation, please no photos Yeah, power to the people, middle finger to the popo

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