NATALIE IMBRUGLIA lyrics - Left Of The Middle

Smoke

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My lullaby, hung out to dry what's up with that it's over where are you dad mums' looking sad what's up with that it's dark in here why bleeding is breathing you're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room try, bleeding is believing I used to my mouth is dry forgot how to cry what's up with that you're hurting me I'm running fast can't hide the past what's up with that you're pushing me why, bleeding is breathing you're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room try, bleeding is believing I used to why, believing is breathing you're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room try, bleeding is believing I saw you crawling on the floor why, bleeding is believing you're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room why bleeding is believing I saw you crawling to the door why, bleeding is believing you're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room try, bleeding is believing I saw you falling on the floor

47 Goonz

JOEY BADA$$ "Summer Knights"
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again Hit it from the back, she a addict within I got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him" She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims Remember it like it was yesterday Another case of "I fucked your bitch, nigga" but a more clever way Caught in the room the elevate, said if you ever may Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay Catch me somersaulting my eyelids Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live So it's make believe, rather unique Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats And they all got tricks up they sleeve [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] Mansion on the bridge, Mary Jane, fuck your cigarette I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry 47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes What's the verdict? Nothing but a fucking disgrace, nigga [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught Then get bitched like the bitch she brought, throw your fit then walk When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts There's no giving when they take what you got Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smocksie Art what we drop, dropping car with Da Vinci, whimpering Leave that risk to your Pros Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala There's arrogant cops who stay intruding Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution Them wack rappers who track-eluding Critic is a random student who use the era as a new rap influence Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid I still kill and you can't lose it

One More Weekend

THE ACADEMY IS... "Fast Times At Barrington High"
Somewhere hiding underneath, kicking off covers while you sleep. Soon you're gonna leave, so leave us one more weekend. You've got all the friends you need, bad tattoos and worse IDs. You feel alive, do you feel alive? You'll go off, you'll forget, you'll grow out of hanging from the edges, breaking off the past. You'll know when to move on, you'll know when to take all the right chances, never looking back. Somewhere hiding underneath, running around these empty streets. Do you think you're better off dead, better off dead than alive in here? You've got all the friends you need, bad tattoos and worse IDs. You feel alive, do you feel alive? You'll go off, you'll forget, you'll grow out of hanging from the edges, breaking off the past. You'll know when to move on, you'll know when to take all the right chances, never looking back. How could you think the time we spent was all wasted sleepwalking through every morning that we took for granted? Maybe the time we spent was not wasted... Let it go, I'll let you go. You'll go off, you'll forget, you'll grow out of hanging from the edges, breaking off the past. You'll know when to move on, you'll know when to take all the right chances, never looking back. We are half alone, our hearts are leaving home. Now that we don't belong to anyone at all. [x2] Somewhere hiding underneath, kicking off covers while you sleep, you feel alive.

Good Ground

JOHN MICHAEL MONTGOMERY "Letters From Home"
After driving all night Daddy stopped the car Said, "Wake up kids, here we are This is our new home" From that Oldsmobile all I could see Was an ocean of fields out in front of me It just rolled on, on and on Daddy crossed the fence and he knelt down Filled his hands with rich farmland and said "This is good ground" I had it all underneath my feet There was room to grow - there was time to breathe And dreams stretched high under summer skies This is where I'm from - this is who I am Down these roads I became a man And they're calling me - where my roots run deep Deep down - this is good ground Mama had me diggin' in her flower bed There it was an arrowhead And all I wanted to be, was Cherokee Seasons change and childhood goes I laid down my homemade bow for a brown-eyed girl She changed my world I learned to drive so we could ride around We made the sweetest memories in it On good ground I had it all underneath my feet There was room to grow - there was time to breathe And dreams stretched high under summer skies This is where I'm from - this is who I am Down these roads I became a man And they're calling me where my roots run deep Deep down - this is good ground I drove all night then I stopped the car Said, "Wake up kids, here we are This is our new home It's been too long" Crossed that fence and I knelt down Said, "Everybody gather 'round Hold out your hands, this is good ground" You've got it all underneath your feet There's room to grow - there's time to breathe And dreams stretch high under summer skies This is where I'm from - this is who I am Down these roads I became a man And they're calling me where my roots run deep Deep down - this is good ground

Some Kind Of Joke

AWOLNATION
This day feels anything but typical Woke up choking on a miracle I don't know why [3x] I don't know why [3x] My teacher told me what I'm made for I beg to differ in the outcome I don't know why [3x] I don't know why [3x] There's nowhere to run When you're hiding from the truth It's some kind of joke When the tears are bleeding blue Looking glass fire When the pain is caused by you It's some kind of joke [2x] Ooww yeah oww yeah, alright. I'm almost done with all my secrets I'll take my time to fake a deep breath I don't know why [3x] I don't know why [3x] There's nowhere to run When you're hiding from the truth It's some kind of joke When the tears are bleeding blue Looking-glass fun When the pain is caused by you It's some kind of joke [2x] Ah, wait a minute In a room full of red pretend to be dumb We fall on our face pretend to be numb In a room full of red pretend to be dumb We fall on our face pretend to be numb There's nowhere to run [screaming] When you're hiding from the truth It's some kind of joke [screaming] When the tears are bleeding blue Aw looking-glass fun [screaming] Aw when the pain is caused by you Sometimes we choke And sometimes we choke SING SING ALRIGHT SING WITH ME Sometimes we choke It's some kind of joke [Scream]

The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete people are made of match sticks, light this bread a flames note at the craft work door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe my box cost siphon third rail juice from lost poets inhabit ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self) don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies where participants squeeze your last giggle then whittle sacrificial finalies I can tie my new faces alone, save your knee deep offerings sorta bring puke coughing bunk persona to light (I might) build [?] railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station what should we do with a thousand drunken sailors? "kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer" (dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line) I spin gold, your raps are dirty lapsed towards the nursery class act impression of a bubble (yeah I could of been more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle) man huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep towards the right idea {c'ya - [5X]} this basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami plantation shut this picket fence hang on to your dreams kitten, you'll probably never hear this song let alone sip the mission long enough to listen (I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face now if you were to alter masks every time fame circus approaches do you really think your maker wouldn't notice?) Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a thousand more, I leave footprints in fours, two for bi [?], two operate [?] practically caress the utterings of crushed [?] brothers and sisters mothering stickler cabin and madden shit I'll fix the wing for a penny and a parabole, yeah but this friendship sunk with a barrel full of [?] pull I seen guys harbor bad shiners then wonder why the culprits sitting at the their rainbows ending want's garbage bag liners [?] with out the apple seed it's useless (I sat for greed) patched for boredom crafts a castle out of toothpicks (I sat to breath) I breath to hard nearly metamorph castle loose pins now I stand to breath as not to disturb the [?] and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach hollering wolves in the form of one frustrated culprit but a love tap full of washed up stardom melted trying to milk it win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways [?] one love to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the gathering of laughter bats that hung from my rafters see the jackal met the badger, they were both such fucking bad asses that clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck) now I ain't gonna name name's, and I ain't gonna drag others in but I ain't about to say that I'm the only cat you got bubbling your lucky, somehow you managed to befriend some good people who will sit and soak the evils you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure (knock the fuck off, kicking his lip across the floor 'til the archival vinyl venom soak the [?] anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners fusing a million majesty murders then stole the crown) oh wait that's right, you discovered me right? offered up the peace pipe, and oh It's all cotton candy when Aesop Rock the B light he's actin foolish left in the middle of laying bricks (oh we weren't building nothing but a great wall around these stones and sticks) oh and for the record I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle built foundation out of passion and brother dusty [?] studied dope rappers, vocab expansion, poems and syllable placement your just mad cuz somewhere in there you came and went (I ain't the type to dwell) dismissed it as casually non compatible and bounced obtained status where I could straight objectively critique your after projects like (damn that sounds fresh) or (damn that shit is garbage, what happened? I'm not even laughing) yeah, but the barriers were broken (you choked) you made comments to the wrong [?] who out of respect and honor leaked your program now like were both trying to sit and breath another dawn so my advice to you is when I say just "move on" (move on [5X])

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