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JONI MITCHELL lyrics - Night Ride Home

The Windfall (Everything For Nothing)

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So you want me to buy you a car Why? Because Elvis did? Darlin' come on Because Elvis gave 'em cars You think I'm cheap And you're hard done by Look-you live here like a star Rent free suite Big blue pool that you sun by Trips to tropic shores Clothes from fancy stores You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing Going to the church You chant For my downfall Chanting for my house My friends You want it all The pillows on my bed The visions in my head You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of litigation The courts are like game shows Take what's behind the curtain The jury cries I'm not going to be the jackpot At the end of your perjured rainbow Not if local justice has even one good eye Oh it's not like I was blind I saw But I took no action As you began to climb Green clawed Dissatisfaction It wasn't hard to guess That the end would be a mess You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of mass frustration The judges are sleeping Counting wooly little lawyers And grinding their teeth Outside my sleepless window The Hollywood sirens are shrieking While down some searchlit alley runs Some lost belief Oh I'm tangled in your lies Your scam Your spider web Spit spun between the trees Doors slam You want my head You'd eat your young alive For a jaguar in the drive You lie too much You lie too badly You want everything for nothing

Taste Of Pastry

Cuban Link
Sing! All u gotta do is sing! (Ooo ooo oh) Micheal Jackson..who could sing! But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world.. (You're my pretty lady, baby yeah) [Chorus 2x] Baby..you're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 1 - Cuban Link] Baby u makin me crazy The way u shake ya waist got me hasty To get face-to-face and jus taste the pastry Lately, u been waitin for that tongue massage A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge Pardon ma, but from the start I was guilty as charged We was gods wit no regards jus strictly menage-es-trois At the bar puffin Cuban cigars playin my part As a deeper heart wit the streets smarts to read ya thoughts But its hard cuz ur different, ur far from a pigeon u my princess The vision which got me switchin religions It's tradition, u even hit the kitchens witout bitchin Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen's picture So ya wish is my command, give u kisses on ya hand Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun Now who da man? Catch a tan, while we bangin bodies on the sand, understand [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2 - Triple Seis] Yo it's a dream, ask more why she don't go for beams? Baggin heavy, so she ready for dat loco team Ya man Queens a ho, after-show From the trizz spendin all her dough thats how it goes Don't ya know, profession a true thug Who will eat the choch, beat the choch and leave u wit a new buzz If u cuz my squad is reppin, its hard to check em You makin it hard thats why the god is sweatin Wanna taste u, lace u and embrace u Lemme show u how Triple Seis do A lil tongue lashin, make u cum laughin Pick up ya thong cuz its on in the Bronx fashion Think I'm cute? Wait 'til I finish the chooch So smashable, start gassin u for my TS crew So where my east coast riders at? (what what) So where my west coast riders at? (yeah yeay) [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 - Prospect] Shorty I'm right here, I be the thug that u lookin for Prospect and u kno I'm baggin it raw Gimme one minute and watch her pants sag to the floor You kno wat happened before, in the back of the door Its hard to tell wen we type wildin those Security tapped the door, we on silent mode Musta been too much excitement for us to contain People heard us next door tryin to fuss and get played Mad cuz they wasnt crushin the same, doin it up I'd still cock back and bust two in the gut They call million-plex shit, had me lovin the sexin Left the room and ya tear usin the Lexus Flags over the shoulders either way I see textures And gestures, got me comin back for extras [Chorus 4x] (Take off yo clothes, meet me in the bathtub, I wanna taste yo lovin)

Comin' Out The Cellar

Five Fingers Of Funk "Slap Me Five"
Late at night I'm writing got a lot on my mind Exchanging midnight beats for sleep 'cause time's hard to find Spent the whole day hiking through the city on a mission Wishing I was living under different conditions Looking for a face in the crowd I don't know Looking past glass as if my nerves don't show Looking for a new way to say one pairs of prints ain't enough Me have to bluff me have no trust that makes it hard for me to open up But I play the role and now nobody knows what's in me I'm past the point of thinking that I could ever win see I get all choked up about something that isn't there Fair Skinned Earth Autumn Sun Through Black Hair Where? Over there on college campus ground pavement I turn my head it's just a shadow that's how my day went My spirits fall like golden leaves from autumn trees Collected in the street by the cool as 'trane fall breeze Autumn Blue... I'm looking out the window just to watch the block Residential hotels smack addicts in flocks A lazy day waitress with the hand that rocks The ladle wipes the table feet below dreadlocks Tickled ivories trickle out a modest speaker Don't mind being alone but I'd be glad to greet her One hundred and twenty miles from home but still in my dome Pick up the phone and maybe later I'll see her A happy couple crosses Second Ave. holding hands I'm glad I'm not happy 'cause I still can't stand The weight of a crush a light brush induced blush That anxiety rush of that uncomforable hush In conversation that two second pause feels like I'm waiting For a bus I may have missed when I'm already late and It's raining on my clean clothes day four of a new job Well maybe it's not that bad but still that moment feels odd So I repel it if I can smell it on the verge about to happen It seems I'm without words unless I'm freestyle rapping But then I'm full of crap and plus my mind is on city On the real I feel uptight when all my fronts miss witty It's hard to handle microphones I'll light like a gasoline candle Face to face I'm feeling square as a handbill So I'll head home and try to put it all together Get me on my own and all along and I'll be better Autumn Blue...

One Dark Night

Kool G. Rap "Roots Of Evil"
Killers in spanish villas in Sante Fe Eses all about hammer play Desell Marachi preferred to watch me It's a Tekilla Sunrise over the sky Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see Got these from my nigga Vatche How big your blanks be ain't nothin scot free I'm ready to cop three talk to me papi before the shots put out the Nazi's Call off your Rockies Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click Bread in their fingertips The sly chick came out with three bricks from out of the V-6, yeah mami like peep this Yeah you got that sweetness This ebony G's to bust open One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze I'm runnin with these Yo hasta luego, amigos And up and away we go before they decide to bring the beef burritos While they count the Fritos I'm makin my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos Spot about four vitos with bullet belts filled up with torpedos I'm leavin niggaz tore meat though when I draw heat yo Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo Mami ?? con tigo Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck she could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead she bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow? Some cats behind some cactuses Clappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless Look like he desperate Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected Bust back two shots at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops that drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops Two more shots came out saloon doors I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars Hesitations I got no room for Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand Kicked the can when shit hit the fan Fuckin around with this G Rap the Hitman This is Mary White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies LITTERING THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad. Mexican authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene and will be issuing a statement shortly. This is Mary White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. Back to you DICK. Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise

Tekilla Sunrise

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Roots of Evil"
Killers in spanish villas in Sante Fe Eses all about hammer play Desell Marachi, preferred to watch me It's a Tekilla Sunrise, over the sky Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see Got these from my nigga Vatche How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free I'm ready to cop three, talk to me papi before the shots put out the Nazi's Call off your Rockies Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click Bread in their fingertips The sly chick came out with three bricks from out of the V-6, yeah mami like peep this Yeah you got that sweetness This ebony G's to bust open One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze I'm runnin with these Yo hasta luego, amigos And up and away we go before they decide to bring the beef burritos While they count the Fritos I'm makin my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos Spot about four vitos with bullet belts filled up with torpedos I'm leavin niggaz tore meat though when I draw heat yo Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo Mami ?? con tigo Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck she could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead she bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow? Some cats behind some cactuses Clappin hazardous, who these niggaz is with low shot averages Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless Look like he desperate Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected Bust back two shots at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops that drew glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops Two more shots came out saloon doors I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars Hesitations I got no room for Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand Kicked the can when shit hit the fan Fuckin around with this G Rap the Hitman This is Mary White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies LITTERING THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad. Mexican authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene and will be issuing a statement shortly. This is Mary White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. Back to you DICK. Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise

Who Is Kamaljit?

JAY SEAN "Me Against Myself"
Ahh Mrs Jooti im pleased to tell you that you have given birth to a healthy baby boy.What are you going to call him? Ummm i tink i am going to call himmm Kamaljit. Kamaljit err what a lovely name. [Chorus:] Who the hell is kamaljit im just gonna tell how it is, i've bin doin it since i was a kid, so im givin u all i gotta give.(ohh ohh) Who the hell is Kamaljit ever since steppin in da game, I know life will neva be the same, but theres some things that will neva change. [Verse 1] Bak in da day wen i was just a little minor. Before my motha even spat me out of her vagini. I was swimmin in my daddys sak wiv a book in my hand wen i focused and spotted a mic being the crostay gland. I picked it up cautiously but it magnetized me suprised me, I had to fight the power like the eyes of me. Memorised rhymmes but i kept loosin dem all, so i scribbled down on my mothas uterus wall. So years went by and Jay Sean went down in history like superman my composition was a mystery. I was 2 and other kids were lernin the alphabet but i was revisin schemes to make the catch that i was out to get. Only 3 and alredy my rhymmes were out to win, my shit wud drop so hard that even the panties cudn't hold it in. Bribed by the geniuses by lyricists and scientists, Only 6 and i was lecturin my alliances,Even Einstein came to knock upon my door ya know.Pissed off cus i updated his formula, wen he sniffed the excellence and replaced the mc squared with mc Jay Sean, change it even no one dares scared cus i went on to steal his nobel prize for being the youngest mother fuckin genius alive. [Chorus] [Verse 2] I ent no gangsta, i ent no hood rat, i ent a thug and i dont call girlz pigeons so i ent no scrub. I ent talkin about facked which is all for faws and i dont do drive bys or rob or break no laws.I ent perfect and i ent sayin i got no flaws, naa scratch that im lyin stop yo pause. I ent a junkie so i ent touched no crack, i neva took an e issue or took or smoked a sack. And i ent rich so i dont drive a lexus or a benz, jeep or a beemer just an escort my friends. And i ent from the hood i even went to private skool so i have neva had to watch my bak for rendevous and i ent had it hard

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