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Margot Known As Missy

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Your crooked smile Your paisley kiss Your golden voice Your artifice Weren't we wild or maybe it was just That I was wild for you Molecules Beneath the gun You could turn out to be A monster by age 21 Weren't we wild or maybe it was just That I was wild for you No one knows where the innocence it goes Our futures are so few Blossoms black And breaking glass I close my eyes I see you pass Weren't we wild or maybe it was just That I was wild for you Weren't we wild or maybe it was just That I was wild for you The calendars Of consequence The biosphere The big immense Weren't we wild or maybe it was just That I was wild for you No one knows where the innocence it goes Our futures are so few Better than a month of sundays baby Sunnier than Mondays come I needed someone for the weekends Said I need someone I need someone. In your house of plastic flowers You were living out there on Mall Road We'd watch the television Listen to rock opera on the radio CHORUS You were almost human Almost sane, you, almost human You wreck my brain You wreck my brain I was drinking too much then Said, A vaction, that is what I need. You said, There are no vacations for the haunted, C'mon babe, let's breed. and in your house of plastic flowers We were losing out there on Mall Road We'd watch television Listen to rock opera on the radio CHORUS Your crooked smile your paisley kiss your golden voice -------------------------------------------------------------

Road Trippin'

STEVE WARINER "Burnin' The Roadhouse Down"
Feed the cat, grab the road map Put the house key under the mat Don't forget to leave the kitchen light on Pack your bags, hit the trail Tell the neighbors to pick up the mail The nice couple down at the end of the street With the pink flamigo 'neath the willow tree (chorus) Put your silver key into my cold ignition Burn a little rubber with me Road trippin' Head for the nearest beach Do a little skinny dippin' Gonna get wild and free Road trippin', Road trippin', Road trippin' with me We're headin' south swerving about Cause I'm tastin' that crawdad in my mouth Cakey cornbread and sippin' on sweet tea We got the fuzzy dice, the bobbin' dog The little pine tree freshener and the radio on It doesn't get any better than this Pretty baby, how's about a kiss? Pretty baby, how's about a kiss? (repeat chorus)

Shut Up

PAC DIV "Pacific Division EP"
[Verse 1: Mibbs] Knucklehead niggas with the base in the trunk Bout to bubble like peroxide layin in a cut Grown ass kids who don't want to grow up But will have to do it soon cause our money's grown up But even if I had 5 mil in the bank I'm a still put a 5 dollar bill in the tank What you thank? I'm a change cause I got a new Range Fuck that ante up, man who in her got some change And we lookin for Dame's with the tight stretch pants In the big booty stance with no particular plans They all like to party and so do me and my man's So we picked a destination and head straight to the sands That's the beach, for the fam that's at least once a week Where we grab a couple freaks and show em the coral reef You know what I mean, it's that sticky Cali Green And it's out your wildest dreams Listen to the beat and Shut Up [Hook: The Cool Kids] (Shut Up in between each line) Just keep your eyes on the road and It's best you keep your mouth closed Stop playin with your cell phone Cause it's about to get thrown Just keep your eyes on the road and It's best to keep your mouth closed And don't you think about touching my Stereo [Verse 2: BeYoung] Ay Yo Yo, Ay Yo Yo Hop in my bucket baby, let's swing a episode Hit the mall, trick it all, see how far yo credit go Daddy with them sweaters low, with the Po in front of it Phoney man of the year, who you think you fuckin with Used to get the ugly chicks, now they all country thick All they get is trips to Rosko's for them country grits When I'm on my Southern shit, Might hit the Waffle House Have em gone off the Kush, leave em with the cotton mouth Bring em in swap em out, seat em in knock em down See them twin woofers beatin hard time to quite down Let me play the pilot now, listen to that [?] sound I was Holy Moly when Smoke was singin "Shop Around" See my Collar? Pop it now, Neiman Marcus shopin now Hair did, nails did, got you lookin proper now Wow! you stylin on em, flyer than falcons on em This is for my ladies who crazy and got a mouth on em Shut Up! [Hook: The Cool Kids] [Verse 3: Like] Naw, there ain't another nigga flyer My bitch so cold you could promote her on the flyer These ugly chicks hatin when I'm rollin up beside her Bendin them corners til the curb kiss the tires These ho niggas liar's that's word to the Choir I be with my nigga Dom in Leimert smokin fire Where's my lighter? Mash the Kush in the Cypher In that puff pass motion, but I ain't touchin yo saliva You Juicy Mouthed, Chickens cluckin in them Hoochie outfits Swift don't just dock the tracks with people we house with Don't talk to me bout fashion dog you be wylin You still think Coogi stylish, Who's ya stylist? I'm usually loungin, puffin on some Ganja Bumpin some Sinatra, Cuttin up some pasta Snackin with my elbow on the table eatin Lobsters Napkin over the collar in case I'm sloppy with the Salsa Man Shut Up [Hook: The Cool Kids]

The Voice Inside

AMANDA MARSHALL "Everybody's Got A Story"
Genius is in the mistakes (Woo!) The rules do not apply (They don't) Maybe the wrong time and place (What, huh?) Listen to the voice inside Hey...just 'cause he ain't tall (Tall) So I met him at the mall (Mall) Doesn't mean that I should write him off It's just a circumstance (Circumstance) So what if he can't dance? (Dance) His heart is kind and those big hands are soft He speaks a language that can change what I believe Chorus: Genius is in the mistakes (Woo!) The rules do not apply (They don't) Maybe the wrong time and place (What, huh?) To the naked eye To the conscious mind Shouldn't be denied Listen to the voice inside So... (So what?) My friends don't think he's cool He likes Coltrane, I like Tool (Who's that?) He wears leather patches on his tweed Yeah...but I know that he's deep (Teach me) The company I keep (Whatever) May not be the company I need To pay attention This is serendipity (Serendipity) Chorus (Genius... Genius...) Every big decision is a (Trial by fire) trial by fire Wisdom acquired Fuel my desire Ooh, baby, my heart aspires to genius Chorus (2 x's)

Piss On The Wall

J. Geils Band
(Peter Wolf/Seth Justman) - 1981 Shopping Center crazy I need some fast relief The boss says, Boy, you're lazy But I'm just bored beyond belief Laid off since last summer Man, this really takes the cake This town is like a prison And I just got to make my break They say Be cautious, little mister They shove it down your throat I'm 'bout to choke - choke I'm nauseous - my transistor's 'bout the only antidote to keep my temperature from runnin' wild Let me hear that radio! Chorus There's a rage in the cage There's a rage in the cage Sweet Diana to the rescue Hot potato to my aid She's the girl with the swirl Like air-conditioned lemonade But the lady's on the hot-plate Daddy's threatened to disown Handcuffed tight in a chain of events I guess I'm out here on my own It don't take a PhD To know I'm goin' nowhere fast I've got to move - I'm on the move It don't take much to see This town is livin' in the past They all just seem to wanna tie me down Let me hear that radio! Chorus I wanna rock it I've got to rock it I've gotta get me on that rocket ship to outa here This town is wearin' ear plugs I'm of age and loose to juice But they say Stop! Stop! There's a fire in the furnace Breakin' out and breakin' loose You know I'm just about to lose my mind They don't want me paralyzed They just want me neutralized Chorus

Johnny To Bad

JIMMY CLIFF
Walking down the road With a pistol in your waist Johnny you're too bad Walking down the road With a ratchet in your waist Johhny you're too bad (chorus) You're just robbin' and stabbin' And lootin' and shooting' You're too bad (repeat) One of these day's When you hear a voice say come, Where you gonna run to? One of these day's When you hear a voice say come, Where you gonna run to? (chorus) You're gonna run to the rock For rescue, there'll be no rock You're gonna run to the rock For rescue, there'll be no rock Top 5 — Ub40 Lyrics

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