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JULIANNE HOUGH lyrics - Julianne Hough

About Life

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Ever since I was a little girl You couldn't dare tell me a thing I was as stubborn as they come I was such a drama queen Thought I was right and I could do no wrong Some could've beens a few dead ends Some bumps along the way Some never should've been boyfriends That ended in heartache But I still try to see the brighter side What goes up, don't always come back down What goes around, don't always come around [Chorus:] I've been down on my knees just a' beggin' the Lord The Devils been knocking at my door I've been in the dark but I've always found the light Oh, I've been up and down this road before I keep on coming back for more And I still haven't figured a dang thing out about life Ooh, about life I've lived and learned and I've been burned But it's all apart of me I've got bars around my heart But I still believe There's someone out there with the key But I still dream and I won't give up the fight And who knows if I'll ever get it right [Repeat Chorus] What goes up, don't always come back down What goes around, don't always come around I'm gonna keep on, keepin' on I've been in the dark but I've always found the light Oh, I've been up and down this road before I keep on coming back for more And I still haven't figured a dang thing out about life And I still haven't figured a dang thing out about life Ooh, about life

Same Ol Thing

Del The Funky Homosapien "I Wish My Brother George Was Here"
[Chrous:] The same ol' thing (all over the world), The same ol' thing (got to get 'em wit it), The same ol' thing (MCs out there got), The same ol' thing (so let me tell ya bout it), MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing with the same ol' swing with the same ol' ending the same ol' climax cause many have no vertebrae yo, but D-E-L HIEROGLYPHICS have to murder a fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks show the public that they ass ain't slick they lack skills and they can only thrill ya by dance steps I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven't got the chance yet but that's ok cause he was dissed on Soul Train he got booed because his rhymes are so lame he ain't the only one he's far from it there's more on Earth and they're all gonna plummet like falling stars because a brother's in charge I'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge then charge to the front of the class suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo but I'ma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow named X and a pillow to sock the pussy willows while I get dough as I grow as a rhymer and they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima it's the same ol' thing... [Chorus:] ...and it's gettin' kinda ancient, I'm in your face with force to eliminate monotonous braggin' boastin' so most will end up profitless cause they ain't got a foot to stand on and I'ma leave the stage bloodier than a Tampon I can't get no rest because of gamin' little pests will step try to test me with the same ol' thing I wish it would stop but more than likely it will not cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing so I change rearange rhyme patterens keep ya mind scatterin' from the solar system and I still dissed 'em the ones with the CRUMBS on they lips talkin' about Sucka MCs that don't exist and I get the gist so don't play me like a imbecile thinkin' that ya large but ya small as a thimble plus I get mantal over funky tracks and ya still talkin' Sucka MCs? That shit is wack if I ever dissed an MC it was one with a name so don't tell me he was one in the same because I know better I flow better than the average Joe I use my nubian stick to overthrow that same ol' thing... [Chorus:] MCs out there got the same ol' thing got the sameol' game and trip, some got the same ol' name like Rockmaster This Mighty Kingathat who died left you the Wolfman, Jack? But the Boogiemen are irregular spactacular, dracula and plus we're gettin' clever I never had the urge to ass a tag to my title and I won't add a (rah!) or a (huh!) at the end of my recital hip hop hibbit I never say a rhyme like that cause I can take my time give it thought, so I went bought a pen pad now I'm makin' MCs real mad like Young MC goin' out like Sugar Hill add a new beat new rhyme (huh!) bogus still and even if we are in the same gang it ain't no need for all MCs to have the same ol' thing... [Chorus:] ...and it's gettin' mighty ancient...

Prelude

Del The Funky Homosapien "I Wish My Brother George Was Here"
[Chrous:] The same ol' thing (all over the world) The same ol' thing (got to get 'em wit it) The same ol' thing (MCs out there got) The same ol' thing (so let me tell ya bout it) MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing with the same ol' swing with the same ol' ending the same ol' climax cause many have no vertebrae yo but D E L HIEROGLYPHICS have to murder a fraudulent foe real quick and get them off of our dicks show the public that they ass ain't slick they lack skills and they can only thrill ya by dance steps I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven't got the chance yet but that's ok cause he was dissed on Soul Train he got booed because his rhymes are so lame he ain't the only one he's far from it there's more on Earth and they're all gonna plummet like falling stars because a brother's in charge I'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge then charge to the front of the class suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo but I'ma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow named X and a pillow to sock the pussy willows while I get dough as I grow as a rhymer and they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima it's the same ol' thing... [Chorus:] ...and it's gettin' kinda ancient, I'm in your face with force to eliminate monotonous braggin' boastin' so most will end up profitless cause they ain't got a foot to stand on and I'ma leave the stage bloodier than a Tampon I can't get no rest because of gamin' little pests will step try to test me with the same ol' thing I wish it would stop but more than likely it will not cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing so I change rearange rhyme patterens keep ya mind scatterin' from the solar system and I still dissed 'em the ones with the CRUMBS on they lips talkin' about Sucka MCs that don't exist and I get the gist so don't play me like a imbecile thinkin' that ya large but ya small as a thimble plus I get mantal over funky tracks and ya still talkin' Sucka MCs? That shit is wack if I ever dissed an MC it was one with a name so don't tell me he was one in the same because I know better I flow better than the average Joe I use my nubian stick to overthrow that same ol' thing... [Chorus:] MCs out there got the same ol' thing got the sameol' game and trip, some got the same ol' name like Rockmaster This Mighty Kingathat who died left you the Wolfman, Jack? But the Boogiemen are irregular spactacular, dracula and plus we're gettin' clever I never had the urge to ass a tag to my title and I won't add a (rah!) or a (huh!) at the end of my recital hip hop hibbit I never say a rhyme like that cause I can take my time give it thought, so I went bought a pen pad now I'm makin' MCs real mad like Young MC goin' out like Sugar Hill add a new beat new rhyme (huh!) bogus still and even if we are in the same gang it ain't no need for all MCs to have the same ol' thing... [Chorus:] ...and it's gettin' mighty ancient...

Stick With You

JAMIE MCDELL "Six Strings And A Sailboat"
Looking at a dead end, tell me where I went wrong Waiting for the weekend but this day feels so long Forget about your lame friends let’s drive till we get lost Find a place where we can understand what we’ve got And people keep talking but I just don’t care A drink and the sunset and I’m there And I don’t have it figured out And I don’t know what life’s about So I guess I’ll stick with you When I’m in the city it just feels like the end Wondering when I’ll next be on the ocean again And people keep talking but I just don’t care A drink and the sunset and I’m there And I don’t have it figured out And I don’t know what life’s about So I guess I’ll stick with you And people keep asking like I know what to say But I don’t have the answers, not today And I don’t have it figured out And I don’t know what life’s about So I guess I’ll stick with you And I don’t know what road to take And I don’t know what choice to make So I guess I’ll stick with you So I guess I’ll stick with you

More Of Me

JOE BUDDEN "A Loose Quarter"
[Hook: Emanny] I give you my all But it seems like that’s not enough Letting you get more of me So while the world keep on changing The one thing remaining is I keep letting you get more of me [Verse 1: Joe Budden] My story, my pain, can’t ail it My tears overflowed, you can’t pail it My talent, to immense can’t jail it Niggas tried to cross the God, but they ain’t nail it My path, my walkway, you can’t trail it My ladder, my mountain, can’t scale it It’s my life, my struggles, can’t help it I’m just grateful that He kept me alive for me to tell it Check it, see the music industry changed me It was everything that I’d have never guessed it was So my discography is all full of hand-me-downs I couldn’t figure out another way to dress it up So every verse fight with the truth Nah, no one know me better than this mic and this booth It’s no better way, I owe my todays to my yesterdays You live with regrets, probably die with em too So I trust God more than myself, I’m trying to tell ya Drunk in the basement, now I’m in the wine cellar I learned to never let the fear settle in And now I’m more prepared than I’ve ever been Not one ounce of hate in my glass Just one of the things OG taught me way in advance Said it’s two types of folk in this world Got the ones that’s out doing it And those busy saying they can’t [Hook] I give you my all But it seems like that’s not enough Letting you get more of me So while the world keep on changing The one thing remaining is I keep letting you get more of me [Verse 2: Joe Budden] You know some niggas never learn Some learn and never apply, but wait Some apply but never teach My only right to preach, I spent time being each Grab your magnifying glass I need y’all to look closer At the only dude to do every drug and get lower If niggas knew a third of all the weight that he shouldered They’d know it’s an insult to think I’m only bipolar I got a unique talent, don’t know how I obtained it How do I sustain it? Can’t even explain it I get more info from words that aren’t spoken More fixated on people or things when they are broken I used to think everybody was pure Now I’m busy trying to come up with everybody’s cure And that mindset led to glory It be the people you help most, normally do the most harm Made it my whole life, most times I ain’t bite So no need to stick to a script that I didn’t write Preconceived notions, nothing less than a failure Base your’s off of the cover and miss the best-seller While I’m at it, let me tell you about this angel I met She was fly, from every angle was fresh And the way that she was jamming to the song called ‘I’m Not Perfect’ Made me wanna know what her imperfections were Now listen, and they weren’t hard to find y’all Both parents were addicts like mine are Mi-nor, but her story wasn’t new to me Most of life, shorty was homeless like I used to be Could tell she never felt appreciated Looked too much like her dad, was her mom’s least favorite Picture a bond supposed to be sacred Looking up at your mom’s eyes and seeing hatred Pop left when she was young Well she still young and he still gon’ keep it 100 While I’m just amazed that a woman so beautiful Could through such ugliness and not become it World keeps spinning, learned sinners keep sinning And I can’t even tell her some fights ain’t fight worthy Cause my pops got 20 years clean, but her pops got 20 years dirty She moved to Jersey where he happens to reside Thinking they’ll be closer but it’s only fiction Cause she so young, all it does is cause friction God picked the right nigga though, to teach about addiction Years ago she should’ve been on homie watch So check the time out, just not on mommy’s watch Cause someone beat her ass for years, someone calmly watched Na, stepdaddy beat her ass, mommy watched I keep her closer than ever she always next to me Bisexual, comfortable sexually I’m talking more comfortable than she should ever be Especially considered the fact she was molested three Times, somethings a picture doesn’t tell Can’t be worth a thousand words or her pictures might yell Ya’ll see a pretty face on Instagram I see a girl that should be scarred, never lent a hand There go God’s work again how’d he know I need that? How the fuck did he pick her to walk me through a relapse? Believe me, shorty I’ll kill for you if need be And I need you much more than you would ever think you need me What I do for you is tangible, shit that you could gain You for me, not understandable, it’s shit you can’t explain Some folk don’t see the effect in that Some say I’m using you, they’d be correct in that But what for they’ll never know It’s deeper than nude pics, it’s something I would never show [Joe Budden Talking] I figured like this… You came to me at a pool party and I was two steps away from smoking on that wet My logic say to me, you came as a stranger and I hold you dearer than most people I ever met in my entire life b God’s work, not mine You came younger and wiser, I’d have never known it You don’t look your age Younger and wiser when I was older and dumber You came to me as nothing I’d have ever wanted But everything I’d have ever needed, I swear to you its God’s work, not mine So you’ll never be alone again What’s mine is yours, you won’t be without a home again And I know you from Miami, so you hate the cold But you been through much colder than me and I’m much older You just ride shotgun, let a nigga chauffeur I’ll cut the grass, you just look out for the cobras We’ll be just fine, God set these on our shoulders I’ll show you a man, you showed me I could stay sober Let the world talk about every picture we post up And we’ll sleep well every night, cause they don’t know us [Hook (Joe Budden)] I give you my all But it seems like that’s not enough Letting you get more of me So while the world keep on changing The one thing remaining is I keep letting you get more of me (God’s work Talk to em Sometimes you gotta stick around for the miracle Gotta wait for the miracle to happen God’s work, not mine) I said, God’s work, not Word, I love you I’m gone Life is beautiful ain’t it…

So Fly

AKON
INTRO Count every blessing while im screaming out Up front! (Up front!) Akon! (Akon!) Convict Music! (Convict Music!) CHORUS (Yeah) Realize i'm living life for me Always getting into trouble cuz I'm So Fly! I'm on a whole other level! Left the block now i'm smiling counting money like.... (Yeah) Realize i'm living life for me, i've found another hustle cuz I'm So Fly! I'm living life a lot better, still keep a glock in case the jailors wanna hate tonight! VERSE 1 Another day up in the hood, cant believe these cats still bangin (banging) Look at the years we wasted, on the corner block still slangin (slaging) No matter how much we try to make peace, gun shots still rainin (rainin) Cuz to be a hood legend, you die first, then become famous Cuz i done seen this type of thing before Just hangin out by the corner store Stick up kids wit them guns galore Layin there, body down, stretched on the floor I thought about it, man im way too fly To have a fellow robbing me outside Thats why i keep that thing by my side And count every blessin while im screamin out CHORUS I hate to say it but the people that surrounding me Are way too shady The only people i can trust is my family and my lady All my dogs got guns Ready for action They won't betray me Your the type to run Or to hold my tongue When it gets crazy See i've been through this type of thing before Even had trouble with the law On the couch when the smash my door But they wont find the cash stashed under the floor I never could understand the cause I was the one to pull the shorter straw Couldnt live this type of life no more So i had a part of me screamin out: CHORUS Im in blue, with them BF frames Walkin on lean, while mind chain hangs Drivin somethin, pronounce mad strange Never mad cool, cuz i been through flames Walk with a limp, cuz i been through games Now shes a ho, cuz she been through gangs Beef with ghats for a small chunk change Im rich now, thats more chunk change The cops know slang Man get the picture before u out the frame Call me heart throb, cuz im so fame Couldnt come close if u sat in my range My scars can prove but im passion and pain Singin: CHORUS

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