KATIE ARMIGER lyrics - Fall Into Me

Better In A Black Dress

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I left your key, I hit the road, I didn't want to but I had to let you go. Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, I know you're shocked, I know you're mad, I know it hurts to know a good thing went so bad. Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, And I really do hate that you hate me, And I really do hate that you hate me, [Chorus:] I don't need a white veil, I got a black dress, Don't need a preacher, no no not yet, Don't have the blues when I've got my red wine. Out on the town, or in the city, Ain't nothin like the way it fits me, So take that gown and lay it down to rest, Cause I'm better in a black dress. I'm just a girl, I'm not a wife I just need a little time to live my life Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, I wanna dance, I wanna yell, I wanna band, I don't want no wedding bells, Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, And maybe one day you'll forgive me, And maybe one day... [Chorus:] I don't need a white veil, I got a black dress, Don't need a preacher, no no not yet, Don't have the blues when I've got my red wine. Out on the town, or in the city, Ain't nothin like the way it fits me, So take that gown and lay it down to rest, Cause I'm better in a black dress. I'm better in a black dress, call me a hot mess I feel so good, ooh I gotta confess I like the way it feels in cowboy boots or heels So listen up, baby here's the deal [Chorus:] Don't need a white veil, I got a black dress No No preacher not yet Don't have the blues when I've got my red wine Out on the town, or in the city Ain't nothin like the way it fits me So take that gown and lay it down to rest Cause I'm better in a black dress I'm better in a black dress I'm better in a black dress

Geraldine

THE AVETT BROTHERS "The Carpenter"
I come from a place where every name And every face seem so familiar In came Miss Progress in her black dress Look at the mess, she is a killer Much like you and I In every case that's made There has to be a traitor It's me this time And I'm trading fun for right Will I regret the notion later? Geraldine's a name that comes to mind When I go back to reminiscing Abilene's a woman for my childhood I spent the evenings kissing I'm a fool for dreaming her alive And loving something cold and rocky The homophobic gentlemen built barricades But their efforts couldn't stop me In came Miss Progress in her black dress Look at the mess, she is a killer

Little Black Dress

Friday Gavin
Here she comes like a child with a gun She makes you feel like you're the only one She smiles and it's dangerous... in a little black dress Superman and the filthy rich Get in the queue to scratch her itch Sticky fingers pulling at the hem Of her little black dress Baby don't mind She can lave it behind She don't want anything Baby's a star, she's got to keep on shining She moves like an animal The women sigh It's political You could get arrested around here For that little black dress Not so simple, it's complicated... All this being loved and hated I wanna know what else she's hiding In that little black dress Baby don't mind She can leave it behind She don't want anything Baby's a star, she's got to keep on shining Don't pay no mind, you're gonna leave me behind I don't want anything, baby you're a star I wanna hear you sing

Save The Children

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Verse 1:] It's all a hidden history, and mysteries I see vividly, hysteria Cause misery on the interior Shit gets more scarier, I'm never in fear Just a little inferior in some areas But I share, wisdom with Sumerian's Somewhere we in the place Peace means harmony, not war and armory But fuck that, cock your gun back This survival of the fittest Some cats get boxed in where they litter These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like beez in the track Get smoked out and I ain't talkin' bout what you toke out You toked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dream When actually reality ain't what it really seem And I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's scream The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being By eighteen, pockets healthy green What the fuck is twelve beams? I need the cake and cream The stakes is high like fiends off a dream Jet streaming having cuisine With the best season since the vet season Carry a vest, you know the reason I'm in Chi-raq and I'm getting blown like the breezes The chicken strip teasers Thighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavage She even lick it down to the bone marrow She in love but I ain't got a bow and arrow I'm known to jack the booty like I'm Sparrow [Bridge:] They ain't tryna' see me in the battle The lines is too narrow They couldn't even outshine my shadow They don't want the beef nigga, let alone the cattle They just living out the saddle, so sad though [Hook - Sample:] Black in public, black democrats Black educator, black entertainer Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling Save the chil [repeated] [Verse 2:] Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdose Overdose on high fructose, rolling toast till I'm over-throat And over-slowed, I been speakin' over tones Low but keep them L's high, legends live long And we gon' be forever, this for the Era They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetara, whatever Why do they sweat us? Dead us, they just met us, but they won't forget us They don't know better than the worst case I be headed for first place Purchase they position cause' they worship oppositions But I to had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instant And they still ain't got my decision, I won't stand under no man Except my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighter I hit the spliff and this what I'm spittin' Like it's gas liquids that I'm drippin', pimpin' [Hook - Sample]

Saturn Missiles

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
If you step on the lawn I keep the foot Peep, in the pot go 6 degrees of cooked geese Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each I'm all pincher, fever-y hoodie on, hoodie off Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls Never met a quiet storm that didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack In territorial syntax Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged Kiss me I'm dead, nursing a mystery Dayquil Led Zep staring daggers down page mill How pray tell do he sit pretty when the ol' 1 2 unglue in a tizzy Please hold for the don't play dull boy Click, I am not a page or a pull toy Came in the door and the floor is lava Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell Born home sick for an invisible address Bat shit, bumble and bat around catnip One black heart Katamari massive Packed in a fat category 5 rat nest Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy Hate you, hate you more, no I hate you infinity And Pangaea break into smithereens Interlude prest-o change-o If it move to quick oh whey oh Right brain go white train Ramo Mustache any old Money, "no!" Merrily merrily merrily merrily In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys Bet, moth into kerosene awful A caution to straw men lost on vaudeville A-morally mixing business with 144 dixie whistlers Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ring-ers Are you privy to the misadventures It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street With a lethally modified piccolo pete There is admittedly an incredible mystique To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep 48 strings of 12 That ring ring ring, whiz bang, jingle bells And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy, classic Fire in the hole backdrafting Fold wild life out of the wolf pack wrapping Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine TNT plunger in all caps ACME Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen No sling no spear I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years Maybe an awkward phase Like his acne and sophomore fade Played, calling all out-of-work action figures It was death by saturn missiles.

Living Better Than I Look

JAE MILLZ "Property Of Potentness"
[Intro:] This that fifth wheel on the Cadillac music, right here Pull up in front of the Lenox Lounge and hop out full in mink type shit, ha [Verse 1:] I'm livin' better than I look And might I add, I look goddamn good Take a look, I look goddamn good Rest in Peace Trayvon Martin I'm in my black hood Go tell Geraldo we in our black hoods Street corner politicians united from black hoods I could get you punchlines, or get you something good Like your weed man, flow smooth in dream land (cold ass nigga) She bless me but I ain't sneeze ma'am I'm respectful, do it and beg, get off your knees ma'am (Haha) My momma made a king when she made me So Lord bless your soul if you try to slay me You kick dirt on my name, I'll kick dirt on your coffin At your burial, and laugh like it's hysterical Your album put me to sleep, should've been titled Theraflu Charles Barkley voice: All you boys turrible [Verse 2:] I'm livin' better than I look And might I add, I look goddamn good Take a look, I look goddamn good Top down ocean drive like a Harlem nigga should Yeah I do it like a Harlem nigga should I ain't gotta talk swag, when you see me it's understood They tell me if I dumb it down I might sell records faster But if I dumb it down my fans won't respect me after (word) Outta nothin' I made somethin' Now I'm about to turn somethin' into everthin' Tryna make these millions off these metaphors Pimpin', the game is my bitch that's what I met her for Yeah I'm livin' better than I look And might I add, I look goddamn good And my Cali girl pussy so goddamn good Right after I lay this verse I just might fly to Hollywood

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