LAGWAGON lyrics - Plaidinum


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I hope you didn't mind when I saw you turn into nothing less than nothing new Before you wait to sleep it off... How little is enough? What can you do? before you decide to make the last mistake With draw away from us and say good-bye to all but one that takes you ond puts you to rest On twenty-seven street nothing will keep you warm Everything bring you harm Everything here fails you Now lying at your feet Everyone nails you Everyone worships you Everyone here fails you I can figure it out and it's all about to... turn into lack of wit on sinking ships I might have jumped but you jumped first Abandon ties that bind There's no salvation here I'd surely miss the times when we were so depressed No I miss you I Know I miss you and you are missing something You take a rip and then you find sedation Some salvation A masochistic only point of view Nothing is left to you Everyond speaks the truths Everyone here fails me Hope you didn't mind when I saw you

You Ain't Fly

You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self (repeat 4X) [BlackThought] I'm just playin the wall, I'm just playin the wall Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind It's the sex patrol, the sex patrol Yeah the young sis was stacked wicked, wanted me to kick it Said I never dance, made advance outside Took a glance to expect, Shorty was correct so it seemed, her name Shavon, age seventeen I flipped when I seen her eyes, bloodshot green She said she wanted riches and a nigga with cash Lex Land' or a Path', didn't know the half I react to flip the script and get ill My man Malik B kept telling me to relax Diggin how you're livin on some unreal high as I realize -- you're not that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self (repeat 4X) [Malik B] Dig it, you see sisters is thinkin that I snooze She must don't know, I have a sister confused Thinkin that she's pretty and saditty when I spill She said, 'I might, I think I can, alright I will.' Tossed up was the digits cause the game is like splendor I said, 'Sabrina yea, I met you way back in December; you remember.' She said, 'I guess.' Substitute to Santa, she was sittin on the desk And then she said, 'You never called me; Mailk you never tried to press. You never tried to push the seven buttons and address.' I said, 'Hold up sis -- you're out of order, man you lost it. My name ain't Jake; Malik's no Flake that's Frosted.' Tryin to cause a scene Sabrina's rest is self-redeemed She thought she was cute, but never made it on my team I should beam up, about-face fall out And don'tcha even dare to ask why -- because you're not that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self (repeat 4X) [?uestlove] Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two 'MMM, my name's Question, ummmm, who are you?' She didn't respond, she didn't respond ???*MUFFLED VOICE*??? -- Continue on Thought to myself, should of said a little louder Bet hurry up before she gets lost in the crowd of 'Excuse me Miss, excuse me miss' 'No, I'm not havin it!' I just got dissed I didn't get mad, was calm and collect I didn't call her bitch, I didn't break her neck Start to wonder why the brothers disrespect the cutie It's a place of 180's and the high-priced floozie As she walked away, man I couldn't deny Started lying to myself, man she wasn't that fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self (repeat 4X) [BlackThought] Black, butter umm... that's what I be Had to tell a girl to set her mind free Use the Third Eye possibly you will see what you get, with material objects Wanna be the envy of the whole projects gettin loot Pretty in your cute limited Express suit Baby I can see everything you wanna be See you're gamin as a key to escape poverty Known to be shown around, sport about her niggaz Thinkin you a woman cause your ass got bigger Kickin it to me as if I don't know the time But I'm the BlackThought, I'm all up in your mind I figure you the kind to say, 'Give me a call' but then switch to act strange, countin on my change Pay to the order of who??? Not you Why? You're not THAT fly You ain't fly You ain't fly You ain't fly so go 'head, witcha self (repeat 8X)

Problems Of The World

Dres "The Sureshot Redemption"
see I bee your true choice...Mind mine as overtime I got the bite when I write I's like a fight on the mic..i'm outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin money since the Treacherous Three..not just whole crew moving just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we got the tre's and A.K.'s layed we playin it in luxuries lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but the fact, you can't see we're New York City niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few get roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme - they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A. ....They supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink your battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born search of luck..I love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still you'd see me time when I was young and far away from Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to pass around in Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas like they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of untold..stash jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme rocker..I gets up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin like a sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many a thang in event of battle the baddest turning babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the seldom walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2 Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of style is quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your hero...but yo, it's hot and full of Nero's me, me and mine in line to shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn your lights out HOOK

Light Of Some Kind

ANI DIFRANCO "Not A Pretty Girl"
i wish i didn't have this nervous laugh i wish i didn't say half the stuff i say i wish i could just learn to cover my tracks i guess i'm not concerned about getting away 'cause every time i try to hold my tongue it slips like a fish from a line they say if you want to play you should learn how to play dumb i guess i can't bring myself to waste your time 'cause we both know what i've been doing i've been intentionally bad at lying you're the only boy i ever let see through me and i hope you beleive me when i say i'm trying and i hope i never improve my game yeah i'd rather have these things weighing on my mind and at the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame there must be a light of some kind there must be a light of some kind i must have blown a fuse or something cause it was so dark in my mind she came up to me with the sweetest face and she was holding a light of some kind and i still think of you as my boyfriend i don't think this is the end of the world but i think maybe you should follow my example and go meet yourself a really nice girl 'cause we both know. . . in the end the world comes down to just a few people but for you it comes down to one but no one ever asked me if i thought i could be everything to someone there's a crowd of people harboured in every person there are so many roles that we play and you've decided to love me for eternity i'm still deciding who i want to be today 'cause we both know. . .

Negative Growth

Follow the bleeder, undamned you decry Consummate spirits ne'er follow the lie Open your heart towards that your mind feels Death is to conquer all that is surreal Fortune's enlightenment, hopeful rays of light Dramatic abundance, shattering the night Grow biting conflict, halted to an end The future is certain, the hope we defend Magnificat Up holding the righteous, onward march begun Deftly remoulding a darkened vision Strength within unity, mind linking mind Enveloping beauty, the next humankind The filth that we all have to climb through The filth we have to take Suffering it evermore Irenicon the wake My soul doth magnify... spirit has rejoiced ...remembrance of... mercy... to his seed forever... Yet they lead us to the slaughter Like they lead a horse to water They can't force us to drink But we do Magnificat... Throned Persevere So teach us to number our days that we may Push hearts towards wisdom and fade out the grey Interventions looming on our dawning world Hope springs eternal, a hope now unfurled Persevere.

Stan De Eminem

My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin why i got out of bed at all. the morning rain clouds up my window and i can't see at all. even if i could it'd all be grey. but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad... My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin why i got out of bed at all. the morning rain clouds up my window and i can't see at all. even if i could it'd all be grey. but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad... Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got them There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'ma name her Bonnie. I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him. I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan. I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam. I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man. I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fab. Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan. My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all Even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance. I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans. If you don't want to talk to me outside the concert you didn't have to, but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew. That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old. We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours but you just said no. That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do. I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to. Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I write you You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way. I never knew my father neither, He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her. I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs. So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on. Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed. I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest. Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds. It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me. See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it. My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7. But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does. She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up. You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose. Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too. My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all Even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Mr. I'm too good to call or write my fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass. It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it. I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect. So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it. I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway. Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? You know that song by Phil Collins from The Air In The Night ? About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning? But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him? That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning. Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy. And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call. I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall. I loved you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it. You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me. See Slim, {screaming} shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk. But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you. 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, then she'll die too. Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now. Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out? My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy. You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really glad you're callin your daughter that. And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on the Starter cap. I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you. Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you. but what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin' dog, c'mon, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some. And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other. I really think you and your girlfriend need each other. Or maybe you just need to treat her better. I hope you get to read this letter. I just hope it reaches you in time. Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fine If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan. I just don't want you to do some crazy shit. I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick. Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to Come to think about it...his name was you. Damn...

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