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LAUREN ALAINA lyrics - Wildflower

One Of Those Boys

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I gotta little picture painted in my mind Of that special, not so perfect guy My heart wants me to find He ain't too pretty, he ain't to sweet A little rough around the edges Cute and country just like me [Chorus:] One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin; Swears a John Deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys He ain't gotta have money or a brand new truck But he better shake my daddy's hand When he comes to pick me up Gotta be a little reckless, a whole lotta fun And he's gotta know my midnight curfew Don't mean 12:01 [Chorus:] One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin; Swears a john deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys One of those cornfed, bonfires Goin' down a hill in a tractor tire Cow tippin', rope swingin' Backwoods, front porch swingin' boys Yeah One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin' Swears a John Deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Yeah

Made Up My Mind

LYFE JENNINGS "Lyfe 268-192"
[1st Verse:] Lord they really think they fooling you by coming to church on Sunday praying and laying hands on folks stomping and jumping around faking the holy ghost but its a thin line between walking it and talking it living it and giving it or just pretending it's alright and did they really think that they could pull the wool over your eyes lord did they really think that by faking they were saved that they would get the same reward this be the realest thing I ever wrote for sure after this a lot of folks wont like me no mo' but after this I gotta go answer to you Lord so I've made up my mind I'm a go to church on Sunday and sing a song that may hurt somebody's feelings so that maybe thy will, will be done on earth as it is in heaven and hopefully they will see how much they really be discouraging a little old sinner like me [2nd Verse:] And Lord who they think they jiving by singing these songs full of glory then out in the world it's a different story I'm running out of people to pray for me I'm not trying to act like I'm the perfect man but if you speak about it, you should be about it not just preach about it all day cause if you do you run the risk of chasing some of the most beautiful people away and it is never my intention to discourage you rather encourage you to change your life today this be the realest thing I ever had to say, but after this a lot of folks wont like me no mo' but after this I gotta go answer to you Lord so I've made up my mind I'm a go to church on Sunday and sing a song that may hurt somebody's feelings so that maybe thy will, will be done on earth as it is in heaven and hopefully they will see how much they really be discouraging a little old sinner like me

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

Black Sunday

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday with freezing rains melting and no trains running and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black Sunday falls one day too soon The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly My suitcases simply too full for the closing of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry Two best-selling paper backs chosen at random --- no sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand them Black Sunday falls one day too soon And down at the airport are probably waiting a few thousand passengers, overbooked seating Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas --- connections broken and Special Branch waiting conspicuously standing in holiday clothing Black Sunday falls one day too soon Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy Down to the gate with the old mood upon me Get out and chase the small immortality born in the minute of my next returning Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning Homecoming one day too soon And back at the house there's a grey sky a-tumbling Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving day too soon

Somethin To Hold On To

There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood I thank god I'm alive oh and I'm a knock on wood Yea he go and walk through the valley of death I know the lord got my back with every step You see nothing here surprises me I got a whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me But lord please give me something to hold on to, Something to hold I need something to hold As I scratch the last days of the calendar Niggas roam the streets with heavy metal like metallica Pistols with the silencers Killin solidiers softly The crime pays a little but the consequence is costly My cousin, I love em we go back in the days But now he struggle with the monkey and he trapped in a maze I still care for him To tell the truth I'm kinda scared for him Cause when he conscience he in rare form But that's the story of his life gettin locked up or shot up Or in somebodys kitchen on the block cookin rocks up I think he lost hope when he seen them lock his pops up Or when he seen his sister baby father get his knot bust My grandmother complain and tell him make a change But her thinkin is outdated she can't understand the game Shyeah, hard time three to nine in a jailhouse Is no different from slavin nine to five in a warehouse Yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth Niggas get I'll for the loot The more guns ya buss the realer your crew Cats carry gats concealed in they suits Whether cee-loo craps or macks gorillas may shoot When the eyes meet don't steer wrong and don't stare long Cause niggasll kill for that when they be full of heron It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How crews remain standin once the AKs thunder under the stun roof tops Career thugs cook rocks Then hit the blocks To make a killin plus fame Man they lovin this game It's mega action the trees stay hot like sonars Shorties with fly hair-dos get dipped or play the corner Summer time they shine block parties galore So many soldiers die they buy a seperate forty to pour I knew this kid Larry niggas thought he was poor But he had cream for days ran a solid scheme with Ks AKs with the banana clips, rubber handle grips The same nigga that got Randal hit He livin scandelous He used to pop no-doz so he wouldn't be caught sleepin And he could'nteven walk around the block cause he was beefin I say that to say this That's ghetto everyday shit Where slugs miss chipped bricks leave scars on chicks It's kinda trife right now But that's the life right now And way back it was a half assed trife like now Peace god what's todays math To tryin to escape wrath With two left feet, it's kinda hard to walk a straight path Soldiers layin in gutters from god to greed My old dad left momdukes and scarred his seed We all family But seemingly this cats can't stand me Haters gunna hate be it a lexus or a camry Understand me But do the knowledge first swallow my verse Which is my universe God obeys no thirst Fallen angels in the ghetto tradin in they wings for things Semiautomatic machines with red beams Street magicians convertin to crack and the cream Sat back saw em turn black zack to a fiend Hes a teacher Had a fly daughter named lakeisha If you hustle have a beeper smoke reefer ya can freak her I seen her givin head inside the club behind the speaker Last year she had three abortions for the preacher And one miscarriage for this kid they call Harris He told her that her loved her and hes moving her to paris She fell for it Touched her third rail for it (uh) And next year she woulda been sixteen Once told me that she wanted to go to god get clean So she could be a role model for her brother Eugene Hes a beautiful seed Eight years and can't read At night his ashtma so bad he can't breathe He wants to be an astronaut And fly to space but his teacher told him that he just ain't go what it take So he cried while the other kids played at lunch break What will it take to raise out mindstate

Beautiful Story

JIN "Say Something" You know I gotta say something Check Here's a tale that must be told, picture this, a 12 year old Maybe 13 but that's the max, definitely no older than that This thing's called rap, had him open in fact, it wasn't enough just ownin' the tracks Learnt every song word for word, thought of himself as the opening act No stage, no microphone, just a bathroom mirror, maybe a comb Blink of an eye and the world of his own, just like that, king on the throne Until one day he simple felt, in need of a way to express himself Pen and a pad, line after line, just him and his rhymes, nobody else Of course he wasn't the illest in sight, in fact he sucked but still he would write Little by little the feelin' was right that eventually he would be killin' the mic After school freestylin' flows, countless ciphers, talent shows World revolved around his craft, his passion and his happy codes Mom and pops had rotten views of Hiphop and would not approve They stood firm, no matter how hard he tried, they could not be moved Still he let his fire burn, hopin' that the tide would turn Until that day his prime concerned, was your respect he tried to earn Maybe that's why at the time, only one thing was on his mind Everyday, every night, mic or no mic, all he wanted to do was just rhyme But who, whoever the heck would listen? Witness a lyrical exhibition Wherever he went, no matter the time, he battled for props and recognition Parkin' lot at the mall, outside of a bathroom stall Didn't matter who, single or a crew, line 'em up and he would battle 'em all Eatin' rappers was all he knew, soon his reputation grew No matter what he was goin' through, step up stage and he feel brand new Still that wasn't enough to fulfil, his thirst and hunger for something more real Whatever the case, continue the chase, can't change your fate, once it is sealed Meanwhile back home sounds the same, folks started and now complain How he doesn't even care that the family business is goin' down the drain Truth is he's aimin' for more than just the fame and stardom Deep down inside he just wants to keep his family from starvin' So even though they hated, it kept him motivated If you have never seen this struggle before how will you recognize when you have made it? Finally graduated, parents were agitated The dream and hope of their son goin' to college has gradually faded He was determined to shine, time on the grind, tryna get signed Looked for a break anywhere he could find, a never endin' ladder for him to climb Knockin' on doors only to meet, so called execs who don't wanna greet All they expect is soap on their feet, he stays anyways, go on a beat That's when they see he's kinda raw, never encountered his kind before Rhyme before, not like any of the artist that they've ever signed before Whatever the case they wouldn't explain, no matter the label, it was the same Walkin' on in, walkin' on out, thank you for comin', we're glad that you came He didn't give up, he just kept strong, knowin' deep down that it wouldn't be long He did his turn, respect he earned, and eventually he would prove them wrong Far from an easy dream, on the right track but evening steam The MC man cause of what he's seen, until he popped up on a TV screen That's when the whole world saw him shine, then the word quickly spread online And it actually blew everyone's mind, guess who Ruff Ryders just signed? Yes sir, time does fly by, barely 10 years in the blink of an eye Fair share of lows, fair share of highs, in the mist of it all he's still the same guy Ain't with the R no more, some say he ain't a star no more He's alive and he's healthy, somebody tell me, what should he feel any sorrow for? Lookin' back, shows no stress, no remorse and no regrets In fact what seems like a lifelong journey is really just his first view steps

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