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JOELL ORTIZ lyrics - House Slippers

Cold World

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I got money on my hip Man, this is a cold world And the suckers want me dead Damn, this is a cold world Cause all I see is hate And their eyes promise they won't be too far Man, ain't this a cold world? This is a shivering cold, freaky below Listen, the nigga are frozen But did you know That it could explode? Man you can get the hate You can get the play She shows her body nowhere to tell Respect that you drop the weapon Don't try to hide it Come off the rocks from your neck You better watch it, you sexin' We beat the opposite sex This is how the story gets told I got money on my hip Man, this is a cold world And the suckers want me dead Damn, this is a cold world Cause all I see is hate And their eyes promise they won't be too far Man, ain't this a cold world? Live your life on the street While you're trying to eat The dodge is dying to keep the ball I'm so cold I kill the heat The shit I did Don't tell the person you were as a kid I'm afraid a man could come I'm just praying to my momma The scenarios were playing in my head All my pain is gone Though it ain't nothing to fear But I feel like I got money on my hip Man, this is a cold world And the suckers want me dead Damn, this is a cold world Cause all I see is hate And their eyes promise they won't be too far Man, ain't this a cold world?

For Michael Collins, Jeffrey And Me

JETHRO TULL "Benefit"
Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds, blue reflections mute and dim beckon tearful child of wonder to repentance of the sin. And the blind and lusty lovers of the great eternal lie go on believing nothing since something has to die. And the ape's curiosity -- money power wins, and the yellow soft mountains move under him. I'm with you L.E.M. though it's a shame that it had to be you. The mother ship is just a blip from your trip made for two. I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care. It's on my mind I'm left behind when I should have been there. Walking with you. And the limp face hungry viewers fight to fasten with their eyes like the man hung from the trapeze -- whose fall will satisfy. And congratulate each other on their rare and wondrous deed That their begrudged money bought to sow the monkey's seed. And the yellow soft mountains they grow very still witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill.

Seven Years

COWBOY JUNKIES "Pale Sun, Crescent Moon"
Haven't seen the sun for seven days November's got her nails dug in deep Haven't seen my son for seven years and the chances are we'll never again meet If truth be told I don't even know his name If truth be told he doesn't even know my name I spend my spare time with my rosary beads although I never learnt to pray but you don't need the light and it's best to pretend that you've seen the errors of your ways The darkness in here is as heavy as a judgement This darkness, heavy as a judgement My dreams are now filled with Gilead trees and other sights that I've never seen They used to be filled with the fears of tomorrow and the horror that it might bring His eyes felt to me as cold as a stone mason's chisel His eyes fell on me, cold like a stone mason's chisel Strange how a mind can always recall what the senses eagerly leave behind I can remember his face, rage, disgust and distaste but to my fear I have grown blind Memories are just dead men making trouble this memory is just a dead man making trouble

Midway

Student Rick "Soundtrack For A Generation"
Crawling inside of me My body is aching From the wounds you inflicted in me Shivering from the cold ...-Displayed by your eyes-... Shattering hate into me You're always the first to talk ...-and the last to forget-... Desire slips away Better off dead in your eyes ...-in my eyes-... You're better off dead in your lies Waste away as you grind down alone Fall away as I let go Fraying away at me as I scream in anger Shadows fall as I push you away Shivering from the cold ...-displayed by your eyes-... Shattering hate into me You're always the first to talk ...-and the last to forget-... Desire slips away Better off dead in your eyes ...-in my eyes-... You're better off dead in your lies Waste away as you grind down alone Fall away as I let go

Certified Gangsta

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Verse: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho fire D-I-P low rider See police, slow the ride See scwalay , nigga 'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen Keep your head up and your eyes open Load the lead up while the ride rollin Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka Well fuck him and if he live smoke him We don't appeal to the law You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off And the first bastard get fly You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply 89 wolf pack and we wylin P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea We put coke on the strip Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit [Chorus: Bezel] Since I made a gang of bucks Nah I ain't been hanging much Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck 'Cause we Certified Gangstas All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut 'Cause we Certified Gangstas [Verse: Cam'Ron] We still in ages of glocks Razors or octs 'Cause I lay in the drop Pump the base on the pocket Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock I keep the looga hug Show you how to use the snub Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love Duck the cop-cappers And them top-hatters Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators Not dead I said they alive Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my It's a straight zoo A to Z, May to April Bring the Apes through Fuck around you be ape food, baked food 9 bitches 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool [Chorus] [Verse: Jim Jones] You know I ride through Lennox All eyes on my pendant But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on We come to get you till the dead and morn (Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is) Killa and Jones coppin one dawn Big birds, the rocks and our charms He got the bird, the glocks in my palm I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots As we ride he screamed out eastside All the time as I reply [Chorus]

You Got It

J. COLE "Friday Night Lights"
[J. Cole - Chorus] Hey, one time Hey, one time One time Throw your hands to the sky tonight 'cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now But I gotta make sure I'm right And girl you damn right, if your head right I'll be there every night I just might change your life 'cause baby... You got it (you got it) You got it (you got it) You got it (you got it) You got it (you got it) [J. Cole - Verse 1] Hey Cole World, real cold world I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl Last time I seen you, you was a little old girl I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough Clap for her, work it till you exhausted I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass God damn your ex man is a dumb ass When you was leaving, did he put up a fight? Was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right Well one man's trash is another man's treasure One man's pain is another man's pleasure One damn thing you can't change is the weather But even if it rain, we get rained on together It's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2] Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror I'm picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer High heel wearer, hell of a body First one to spot you and I ain't telling nobody Nope, I'm peaking at your ass, winking at your ass If I don't beg I'll be thinking bout your ass For the whole week no time for cold feet She too bad to pass, so fine I don't speak I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey She tell me I go that flame, your rhymes are so deep Man, girl thank you, shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you Hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get you The ones that say they riders but never do ride with you I'm tryna vibe with you so wont you throw me your phone number And let them lames get you old number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale Look, Cole World, still a cold world And a couple you is cool but we a little more thorough Whole town, a little more girls You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure Hold up, loud packs like I got cancer Choking on them white boys make a black panther Love my women with high heels and high standards And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat I ain't superstitious I make all these broads flip my pole You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners I'm something like a fetus, I'm not quite kidding And theres something you ain't seeing like I block your vision Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop Hundred k in 22 hours See money talks, you motherfuckers is Boomhower No check back, in debt yep Loud in my J, I smoking Gallaudet Higher than I need to be Flyer 'cause I need to be Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need a beat One time for the Ville that Cole rep Another time for the city of slow death I don't understand why these niggas so vexed I don't need no chains with no cross to know that I'm blessed [Chorus]

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