JOHN DENVER lyrics - John Denver

Downhill Stuff

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Blue river, blue, I'd rather be outside. Here I am inside watching it rain. Blue river, blue, I'd rather be somewhere. Here I am nowhere watching it rain. (1,2,3,4!) Some people like that downhill stuff, they like it fast and breezy. Some people walk on the other side, they like it slow and easy. Some people run on a mountain trail, some like it wild and rough. Some like to fly, some like to sail, some like the downhill stuff. There's work in what we practice, work in the things we save. Sometimes we work just to try to make a living or we're working just to make it pay. Sometimes we're trying to work our will, that won't work anyway. I only know that I'm working still just to get another chance to play. Some people like that downhill stuff, they like it fast and breezy. Some people walk on the other side, they like it slow and easy. Some people run on a mountain trail, some like it wild and rough. Some like to fly, some like to sail, some like the downhill stuff. Keep moving in a forward direction like a river rolling down to the sea. If you wanna make a different selection, honey, let yourself go with gravity. Everybody's looking for heaven, everybody's looking for home. Everybody's looking for higher and higher but nobody wants to be looking alone. Everybody's trying to get down to it, everybody's trying to sing. Whatever it is, we're all gonna do it but whatever we do, we gotta do our own thing. Some people like that downhill stuff, they like it fast and breezy. Some people walk on the other side, they like it slow and easy. Some people run on a mountain trail, some like it wild and rough. Some like to fly, some like to sail, some like the downhill stuff. I like the downhill stuff. Let me slide down that downhill stuff. Oh, honey give me some downhill stuff .

Hot Stuff

ASHLEE SIMPSON "Bittersweet World"
Listen ! I walk into your joint With a hoddie on Don't need a short skirt To get it on It goes on Here she comes Sunday school girl walked us on Uh, she's wearing that ? Better expect that boy's attack Juice ! I want some of that happy juice What kind of soda ? People in here would die for John Walker (ow! uh) Wait a sec, everybody down (hit the deck) [Chorus:] People say you're going out your mind To think you're hot stuff, got think you're hot stuff What you're gonna do they talk about it anyhow You think you're hot stuff, I know I'm hot stuff OK, one, two Everybody look what I can do I can bring me leg up all the way (Can she do it? Can she do it?) Piece of cake Show off ! She just wanna take her clothes off Ay ya... how that, that trick you ? Ay ya... once or another, you will discover That's the way it is... [Chorus x2] What you're gonna do when you'll zip it Shall flip it ! Feels like I'm in candyland I'm going down on should again Whit unicorns and fairy wounds I think I've had too much to drink [Chorus x2]

Mike Vick

ACTION BRONSON "Rare Chandeliers"
[Hook:] When you down the people kick you When you walk the bitches lick you Chill dogs, don't wanna have to Michael Vick you Stash the work inside the asshole of a pit bull This getting money shit is simple [Verse 1:] I got my hair like Mike Jack's glove, lungs filled with bud Gold bullets in the snub, old and Jewish on the rug Young and Spanish on my bits, quick to vanish on the pricks In the drop six cockpit, hammers getting lift Bite beef that was aged inside the basement Smoke a floral arrangement baby I'm dangerous The silver soup spoon is gracious Place it on your tongue and taste it Numb your face like the bass did Cash we slidin' in they always call me safe kid Blue pride, blue drop like a spaceship Who's hot, you not, you just basic Lace you up like my favorite pair of Asics Winter time switch the climate warmer Also change the type of music that I'm rhyming over My bitch thick like John Lovitz Pure version blooded blonds with the guard covers [Hook] [Verse 2:] It got me rhyming in French Long removed from climbing the fence Dipping cops, getting high on the bench Iron defense, briefcase handcuffed, stand up M5 flying like a tan duck Tandoori half-moons in my haircut Serving work to Danny Tanner Smooth percussion, coke inside the pans just like a muffin Enjoying puffing at the luncheon, shit Behind the back pass Arvydas Sabonis Rare intelligence you know I'm smoking weed in diplomas Catch a case, post bail, then I flee to Tacoma Come back, new face, 103 and Corona Jackson Heights plastic surgery Colombian rooftop, botch attempts at the burglary Got my eyes open certainly Allow me to go exotic on the curtains G [Hook]

We People Who Are Darker Than Blue

Impressions
WE PEOPLE WHO ARE DARKER THAN BLUE ARE WE GONNA STAND AROUND THIS TOWN AND LET WHAT OTHERS SAY COME TRUE WE'RE- JUST GOOD FOR NOTHING THEY ALL FIGURE A BOYISH GROWN UP SHIFTLESS JIGGER NOW WE CAN'T HARDLY STAND FOR THAT OR IS THAT REALLY WHERE IT'S AT WE PEOPLE WHO ARE DARKER THAN BLUE THIS AIN'T NO TIME FOR SEGREGATING I'M TALKING 'BOUT BROWN AND YELLOW TOO HIGH YELLOW GAL CAN'T YOU TELL YOU'RE JUST THE SURFACE OF OUR DARK DEEP WELL IF YOUR MIND COULD REALLY SEE YOU'D KNOW YOUR COLOR SAME AS ME, PARDON ME BROTHER AS YOU STAND IN YOUR GLORY I KNOW YOU WON'T MIND IF I TELL THE WHOLE STORY GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, LEARN TO KNOW YOUR SIGN SHALL WE COMMIT OUR GENOCIDE BEFORE WE CHECK OUT OUR MIND I KNOW WE'VE ALL GOT PROBLEMS THAT'S WHY I'M HERE TO SAY KEEP PEACE WITH ME AND I WITH YOU LET ME LOVE IN MY OWN WAY NOW I KNOW WE HAVE GREAT RESPECT FOR THE SISTER, AND MOTHER IT'S EVEN BETTER YET BUT THERE'S THE JOKER IN THE STREET LOVING ONE BROTHER ANO KILLING THE OTHER WHEN THE TIME COMES AND WE ARE REALLY FREE THERE'LL BE NO BROTHERS LEFT YOU SEE WE PEOPLE WHO ARE DARKER THAN BLUE DON'T LET US HANG AROUND THIS TOWN AND LET WHAT OTHERS SAY COME TRUE WE┬┤RE JUST GOOD FOR NOTHING THEY ALL FIGURE A BOYISH GROWN UP SHIFTLESS JIGGER NOW WE CAN'T HARDLY STAND FOR THAT OR IS THAT REALLY WHERE IT'S AT PARDON ME BROTHER, I KNOW WE'VE COME A LONG LONG WAY LET US STOP BEING SO SATISFIED

Low Income

WYCLEF JEAN "The Ecleftic * 2 Sides II A Book"
Low Income Intro: Let um feel the beat first I'm bout to come through your stereo Should my rhyme start with the hook Start with the hook To my people who don't wanna go to work Thank God it's Friday Cover me she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it's Friday Do Your mom now you act so berserk Thank God it's Friday What's the track, what's the track girl? She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday (I wanna thank my hood) Verse 1: For makin me a star before I had fast cars And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar Before the fame Way before things changed All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name I used to work at the fast food restaurant For minimum wage Dreamin I'm on stage At 17 I left the house Cause my father was a minister And I didn't want the Marvin route What's goin on? Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn MC's in the industry You wanna tip? Don't let them pimp you like Goldy And tell Sony they better have my money Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me He'd be part of my charity (I wanna thank my hood) To my people cuttin here in the shops Thank God it's Friday To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it's Friday To my people that don't got no job Everyday it's Friday What's the track, what's the track yo? She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday All the Ladies sing Ladies: I don't feel Like cookin you no breakfast This mornin (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say) Guys: You don't have To cook me breakfast Cause your girlfriend will After you leave (I wanna thank my hood) Verse 2: For the love of money I know kids who'll slit your throat Friday the 13th Jason wit a trench coat But you can't scare Suzie Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds It's such a shame what happened last week Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece I still poor liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf Inhale, exhale smoke grasses Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic You wit Wyclef you getting in If not, then we gonna make CNN (I wanna thank my hood) To my people who don't wanna go to work Thank God it's Friday Cover me she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it's Friday Do your mom know you act so berserk? Thank God it's Friday What's the track, what's the track girl? She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops Thank God it's Friday To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it's Friday To my people who don't got no job Everyday it's Firday What's the track, what's the track yo? She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday All the Ladies sing Ladies: I don't feel Like cookin you no breakfast This mornin (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say) Guys: You don't have To cook me breakfast Cause your girlfriend will After you leave Guitar Solo (Daddy, play that guitar)

Glad To Be Alive

KYLIE MINOGUE "Fever"
[INTRO:] Ohh life's so hard Someday's you need something new to wear Like a brand new hat [1a:] Try so hard To work it out People try to hold you back On day's like that You need another hand [1b:] It's the same all over the world People have to earn a living Now you're so far from the troubles at home Leave them alone And they'll work themselves out [CHORUS:] We love it Glad to be alive I like it Working over time in lovin' I hope tomorrow feels like this Yeah [2:] Dreaming hard Brand new car And another home loan And the phone bill is overdue Don't give up on rainy days I've seen the sun come shining through On you and me Make you feel alright [1b:] [CHORUS:] [BRIDGE:] Life's so hard We can work it out Will it's a big tough city We can work out our way [CHORUS:] [repeat & fade]

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