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SHOOTER JENNINGS lyrics - The Wolf

Higher

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Well if life's a bowl of cherries Why is mine the pits Well I feel like crap from the bottom of my boots to my hat to my fingertips I wanna get drunk get stoned get high and hang out with my friends And all I need is a woman's warmth And that's where you come in I wanna get high and then get higher Every city is just a little bit different in the same way I wanna get drunk and then get drunker Live every minute to the limit till the end of my days Well the bus pulls up the honky tonk And there's a line around the honky-block Ya know, that's what these crackers love to see Ya see I threw out my fishing line and honey I caught you When after the show in the back of the bus Oh sweetheart I know what you wanna do You wanna high and then get higher Every city is just a little bit different in the same way Wanna get drunk and then get drunker Spend every minute to the limit till the end of my days Now sit down honey I'm gonna tell you the truth for the first time Oh no dinner no movie no flowers no malls no suit no tie no cell phone calls no promises popcorn roller skates diamond rings or makin' cakes no brand new fast cars ice cream candy bars checkin' in callin' back no (do you think I'm fat) kiss me once kiss me twice damn you feel nice thank you dear do you think I might see you next year? Stoned and then get stoneder Every woman's just a little bit different in the same way I wanna get drunk and then get drunker Yeah live every minute to the limit till the end of my days Oh yeah spend every minute to the limit till the end of my days

Hard

JIN "Say Something"
Uh AyoJin.com Say something Who wanna know what's hard Check Let me tell you what's hard, standing firm for your belief Going against the norms, determined to even speak Your mind without worry of how you will perceive You wanna say something but you can't do it with these Especially when it's not the cool thing to do Well maybe that's the point, I ain't tryna be cool In fact I ain't even tryna be hot One minute they think you on, last minute they say you're not Let me tell you what's hard, the absolute removal Of yourself from this world and seeking it's approval Where the word of a man is mentioned by his success Constantly tempted by pleasures of the flesh To the point you can't even pretend to be relaxed The moment you slip, that's when the enemy attacks You try not to fall but you stumbled and you fell Trust me, I know the feeling all too well Can I be forgiven for the way that I am livin'? Look through my eyes and premonitions My hand reaches out but I just can't grab it Strugglin' for my freedom but I just can't have it Fightin' my addictions, kickin' bad habits I can either give in or take another step at it I persevere, the Truth can hurt your ears Still I choose to listen, been on a search for years For any sort of signs, it occasions of a way out Knowledge is wealth, I'm just waitin' for the payout Uh, say something

These Are The Days

O-TOWN "O2"
Motel sitting in the dark Empty room like an empty heart Lovers stop but they never stay They don't look back as they drive away Maybe I Fix this broken head light Fill in the cracks and paint it bright And maybe love will stop here tonite And if she knocks on my door i'll give her the key Just one look in her eyes and i know i'll be Everything that she sees in me More than i ever thought i could be but These are the days When all that i can do is dream But i don't wanna spend forever living in the in between I'm stuck here in a place without love And i just can't let it stay this way But for now i'm gonna have to face it These are the days Gotta use this lonely time To change the picture in my frame of mind Outside the window theres a sunny day I wanna feel it on my face You and I Are out looking for the same thing And these walls of wondering Waiting for someone to share this feeling And if she knocks on my door i'll give her the key Just one look in her eyes and i know i'll be Everything that she sees in me More than i ever thought i could be but These are the days When all that i can do is dream But i don't wanna spend forever living in the in between I'm stuck here in a place without love And i just can't let it stay this way But for now i'm gonna have to face it These are the days These are the days between your hopes and fears These are the moments that are still locked here There still inside even if she will not hear Like it or not this is what i got Ohhh God These are the days When all that i can do is dream But i don't wanna spend forever living in the in between and I'm stuck here in a place without love And i just can't let it stay this way (yeah) But for now i'm gonna have to face it cause These are the days These are the days When all that i can do is dream But i don't wanna spend forever living in the in between I'm stuck here in a place without love And i just can't let it stay this way But for now i'm gonna have to face it These are the days

Analyze This

JAY-Z
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"] what the hell...what the hell... check check check check it out what the hell...what the hell... [Chorus 1: Lord Tariq] People know me on these streets player, I ain't new Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money Suprise, what I do is already legalized Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost [Jay-Z] Fo' sure, everythings for dough now flow, you gotta pay a little more now It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the Bezzle out Y'all don't like it? Sue me, fuck I'll settle out Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy Chulo Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player I know you rappers wanna see me fail But quick to see a 600SL be twelve Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me Bottom line [Chorus 2: Jay-Z] People know me on these streets and the towns I been through Lookin at me, stay focused, I'm givin em straight poker suprise What I do is already legalized Analyze how I floss of course, ain't no love lost [Lord Tariq] We be the Bronx to BK'lyn, togethor we about a ton or better on the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated That's why I'm winnin in this world of sins Steady grinnin, money boss spendin Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influencial Spiritualy and mental, what you into I done been through Preachin my words and don't know what you owe It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it Ain't nothin changed, but players, the game remains the same I had a ten year run, hey I can't complain Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi From the bx weed, ridin the south beach on jet-ski Play to survive, you ain't live you just livin You breathin a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison aint' no duckin what I'm deliverin won't be forgivin in Layin there shiverin, half the night You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight I make sure everything you endure stays tight Big [boom] Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight [Chorus 1] [Nas] I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my first mac No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearst black But curse that, tryin to see Nas was your worst match Blowin like Tahitii, throw off NYPD Am I greedy? like I mean EDC me In a fly Salinii gimme frames in the beanie I flip my loot twice a week on my most trifest streets You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep Ain't no love lost, none taken, none givin Stressin how I'm livin it, thinkin when my loot first came look what I did with it, bought my click glaciers and pagers, rollin ten deep to Las Vegas Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off wit gators, feedin peoples, from the bridge to Dequatas But now, two years five months and 30 days later I still put out the street flavor But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear Awoke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years Bubble eye small fry loaded four five just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by Now that I can see the 360, now that its me thats jiggy them cooly heads they wanna stick me, whoa

Millennium Dodo 2

ATMOSPHERE "The Family Sign"
[Slug] Never run of the mill when I shoot the pill I'm a son of a spill, I've got boots to fill Showed up with a deuce-deuce of swill and a guardian angel on my Coupe de Ville Shark in the lake, heart strike the drum Mark landscape with a dart-like tongue Spit my blood from deep in the gut Smoking cigarette butts with my fingerless gloves Pull over at the welcome sign and raise a toast to those that fell behind Everybody else got a crippled spine from tryna take it back to a simple time Keep a little pine tree, hang from my rearview Beats turned up just enough not to hear you Gonna swim till the fins get torn I shall return, keep the engine warm [Chorus] Millennium Dodo Pull out your telephone and take you a photo You didn't know? Better read the logo You don't wanna play around and get ocho Recline like I don't care The world is mine and I ain't gon' share Now everybody blow smoke in the air I keep my eyes on the road, but I know that you stare [Slug] Now I was at the party sleeping on the couch when I decided to grab a bottle of something and bounce I'd rather be by myself than have to navigate another fake cry for help On the beaten path with a bandaged fist to represent the last half of the damn I give Play me in slow-mo', fly like a blimp Millennium Dodo, drive with a limp Windows down, heater blasting Got my coffee but I need some aspirin Watch me merge into speeding traffic with the truck-stop plastic, cheap sunglasses Show respect You broke down on the side of the road, wanna choke my neck I've got a glovebox full of stolen checks and I drink moonshine that the chrome reflects [Chorus] [Slug] Flannel, look like a farmer Underneath camo, look like a hunter With that ski mask, look like a robber Sleeping in the barn with the doctor's daughter Got stories to wax, pour me a glass I run with the ghosts of warriors past South side, call it pop life Y'all catch frostbite waiting at a stoplight All over the map we get festive It's a matter of class You can tell by my lack of attractive skeptics You just mad at my moustache Hey girl, we'll always have Memphis But right now, I want breakfast With the pedal to the metal till we hit West Texas then cross to Mexico to see my dentist [Chorus]

One Week

BARENAKED LADIES "Stunt"
One Week Words Music by Ed Robertson It's been one week since you looked at me cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry. Five days since you laughed at me saying get that together come back and see me. Three days since the living room I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you Yesterday you'd forgiven me but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry Hold it now and watch the hoodwink As I make you stop, think You'll think you're looking at Aquaman I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes Big like Leann Rimes Because I'm all about value Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but I bust through Gonna make a break and take a fake I'd like a stinkin achin shake I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know The vertigo is gonna grow Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of taking off my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy Five days since you tackled me I've still got the rug burns on both my knees It's been three days since the afternoon You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday you'd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry Chickity China the Chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin' Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison I hope the Smoking Man's in this one Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic Like Sting I'm Tantric Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like Kurasawa I make mad films Okay I don't make films But if I did they'd have a samurai Gonna get a set of better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes that make me think the wrong thing How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? You soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry Five days since I laughed at you and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do Three days since the living room We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

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