JUSTIN NOZUKA lyrics - Holly

If I Gave You My Life

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[Verse 1] I fell in love with a voice in the midnight air, Gliding across the room she was studying me Such a simple thing to do The touch of her hand, A question [Chorus] If I gave you my life, Would you let it slip, Through your fingers like water in the dessert If I gave you my heart, In the deep of the night, Would you hold it like a candle giving you light [Verse 2] Days fell away into years Sunset memories Standing on the edge of it all she was worrying me Such a typical thing to do The reach of her hand- Connection [Chorus] [Bridge] Life fell away from her voice in the midnight air Lying on the moonlit ground she was looking up at me Such a simple thing to do Just as simple as the way she fades away [Chorus]

I95

Francis Dunnery
I just bought a ticket for the journey of my life I gotta do this thing so I can feel all right Oh not me again, not me again Someone points a gun up to my head but I'm alone I want to run away but I can't let it go Oh not me again, not me again Drove down the I'95 with a cigarette in my hand 2000 reasons that I don't understand The Philly sun is shining in my eyes I start believing when I hear that voice inside Hey there man, do you wanna be happy, do you wanna be free? Blessed be the angry for angry they will be I gotta change this thing that screams inside of me Oh not me again, not me again Drove down the I'95 with smile across my face I see the flowers bloom I see the human race I got my power back from talking to my friend 60 miles of reason and I hear that voice again Hey there man, do you wanna be happy, do you wanna be free? Drove down the I'95 with the whole world in my hand Got all the things I need to finally understand Still on a journey that I started long ago The car is round the corner but the wheels have just come home. Whats the point of hanging on to an image of yourself? I question my redemption and I knew it had to go because the story about the struggle in life is completly over.

The Visine

Maestro Fresh Wes "Built To Last"
Maestro Yo brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son Been in this game a long long long time Still strivin' though Yo ninety nine It's the visine baby it's the visine Yo I build with Israelites Rastafarians God bodies F o y sony Muslims T.O. to Brooklyn Many nights in Bedsty blazin' trees out in Cali With brothers from frat sippin' henny mad friendly Got Toronto's rap title to Maracitles Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club Listen, check my rendition Performed for royalty and politicians Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time I was the one who used to say (eighty nine is mine) I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition [Chorus] (these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game (these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes (these eyes) seen my name written in lights (these eyes) I seen alot of things in my life (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary Johova be shinin' when clouds are over me So I recelect, remember Kid Capri On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya neck Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty eight Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton Makin' beats with S and gellin' them Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy Toa, Ice-T and Public Enemy Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me Couldn't stand to see a brother shine Player haters always workin' overtime I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition [Chorus] Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin' Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice Another song in the key of life Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three sixty Seen God starin' in the mirror, black I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of satan I want my lyrics written out like esco To show the rap world how the industry slept So when I'm gone, the parable will carry on Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, out [Chorus]

Stick To Your Vision

Maestro "Built To Last"
Maestro Yo, brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son Been in this game a long, long, long time Still strivin' though Yo, ninety nine It's the visine baby, it's the visine Yo I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies F-o-y, sony, Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn Many nights in Bedsty, blazin' trees out in Cali With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly Got Toronto's rap title to Maracitles Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club Listen, check my rendition Performed for royalty and politicians Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time I was the one who used to say (eighty nine is mine) I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition [Chorus] (these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game (these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes (these eyes) seen my name written in lights (these eyes) I seen alot of things in my life (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary Johova be shinin' when clouds are over me So I recelect, remember Kid Capri On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya neck Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty eight Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton Makin' beats with S and gellin' them Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy Toa, Ice-T and Public Enemy Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me Couldn't stand to see a brother shine Player haters always workin' overtime I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition [Chorus] Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin' Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice Another song in the key of life Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three sixty Seen God starin' in the mirror, black I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of satan I want my lyrics written out like esco To show the rap world how the industry slept So when I'm gone, the parable will carry on Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, out [Chorus]

Come To Momma

Berg Matraca
If the sun Ain't shining bright And the moon, the moon Won't shine for you tonight And you feel Feelin' real low down today And the stars in the sky gone away If life gets hard to understand And the whole thing gets out of hand Come to momma Come see your momma If you need a pacifier Call me anytime I'll be your satisfier If you feel like a horse Chompin' at the bit Call my number anytime I'll get ya fixed If life gets hard to understand And the whole thing gets out of hand Come to momma Come see your momma If life gets hard to understand And the whole thing gets out of hand Come to momma Come see your momma

Emotionless

JIM JONES "Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)"
Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second True story [Jim Jones] Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope the Feds don't grab the team Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet) We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear) Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me) And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin') Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead) Due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side) And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes Boy you talk about my life here Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal [Chorus] Put my emotions aside (why?) Cause they can never take my alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug) And if I'm standing in front of the judge Guess what? He can never take me alive (no) I'm a ride (I'm a ride) And don't cry (don't cry) [Juelz Santana] Poured off Bentley Looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a shark on land Neiman Marcus edition, contraband Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and Five thousand spent on pants, man (man) Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh) Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks, Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks I see you clear, my antennas is up And that hand-scale is still in my pocket What you want? (What you want?) Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?) Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?) Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us) Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt Your corpse, flies will emerge [Chorus] [Jim Jones] They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding) Now, do you wanna ride or die? Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple) I'm drunk staring B I need therapy The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture) And it all come back, like grams of the hard You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet) Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones) They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding) They try to catch me out of bounds They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded) A thug changes, and love changes And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes [Chorus]

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