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SPARKLE lyrics - Told You So

Somebody Else

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I been hearin' 'bout you, talking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Reminiscing about all those things we used to do I'm still lovin', are you worrying on your feinin' for you Makin' every move I can to get back close to you I regrert that day I told you I don't need you 'round If I had one wish, I'd make the clock rewind You were so good to me But you probably can convince somebody else 1 - Bet you've been spendin' your time with (Somebody else, somebody else, somebody else) Probably been givin' good love to (Somebody else, somebody else, somebody else) Oh, I can't take you bein' with (Somebody else, somebody else, somebody else) Oh no, no (Spending all of your time) Spend time (With somebody else) My girls told me that they saw you last week at the mall Pullin' out in your poor Bently drop top, ready to ball You pulled over for a moment just to say hello And that trick that you was with said that you had to go Didn't ask how I was doin' didn't mention my name But I know deep down inside that you feel the same What was runnin' through my mind Boy you're spending time with somebody else Repeat 1 Hangin' all day, picnic in the park Oak street shoppin', fancy restaurants Givin' back rubs, takin' long flights Check in hotels, sexin' all night Hot bubble baths, sippin' champagne What he's doin' for another, I'm the one to blame You were so good to me Now you're doin' things with somebody else Repeat 1 Repeat 1

Evacuation Of The West (A.k.a. No More Kings In Texas)

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Before The Fame"
It was on the day the cowboys were abandoned from the ranch Middle touch world as a master They rode their ponies down in the cities of gold To leave them for ever after Now the sun was swollen red and old The earth it was windy, dark and cold Were the highway ends the desert takes its toll Sodusty, red and angry It was a time when men died out on the praire From not having a decent friend At nights the ghosts to the more of riders Was a howl in the candid winds You can here them crying Good God, I think they're dying When them rangers down in Dallas Had all, but given it up and left And those that hang on hoping Was trying their best to, to forget The way those outlaws and desperadoes Right from the cheapest to the best Rode in on ponies made of skin and bones Keep up their rusty guns and went back home And the governor was sent down from Population Control And marshall all was past Riverboat gamblers put their money on faith For the time for hope they passed In the cold blue light of the desert night There was a thousand starry ships And men came down from still I don't now where With death on their fingertips Now there's no more kings in Texas I swear they rounded up each and everyone And old Atlanta Canastoga Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sun Now Anna Maria walks the blames alone The last of a struggling people She thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skies And got stuck up on a steamboat Oh, you can hear them crying Good God, I think they're dying In the wind you can hear them sighing

With You

JAMIE FOXX "Unpredictable"
Girl I got to get... Have you ever been to Spain in the slow lane, Holdin' your name, play n bet it like no pain (no gain) Let me show you wot your body is made fo', everything is on me its all paid fo' bubble up, get in trouble up, and raise your level up (come on, come on) Put your heart in, I bet your pardon, A flower in my secret garden, Girl I got to get... I been thinking for the longest time, All your blowing trees or on that wine, why you act like I, can't be the only one for you, yeah, and everytime I try to walk away, you put that ass on me and make me stay, girl I'm feeling so deceived, you got me feeling so confused, Oooh, I got to get with you [Hook] Lay up and spend cheese, Malibu breeze, pop bottles on the regular, I toast the good smoke, meet your kin folks, and try to get next to ya, Good life the lime light, Head down south, and get ya mind right, sex so good you cant believe it, later on we can have some kids, thats what it is, Whoa I'm not a playa but I'm still a man, There's just some things you gotta understand Girl you know I ride for you, But sometimes you just put me through, Sooo much, when I wanna get with you and I know that if you get your way (if you get your way) you'll have me fiendin' for ya every day, your smile, your kiss, your love, that exists for me, oooh, When I wanna get with you [Hook] Lay up and spend cheese, Malibu breeze, pop bottles on the regular, I toast the good smoke, meet your kin folks, and try to get next to ya, Good life the lime light, Head down south, and get ya mind right, sex so good you cant believe it, later on we can have some kids, thats what it is, Whoa (Now let The Game begin!) Next to you, your Lexus coupe, My four door Bentley, that Dre just sent me Millionaire boys club, and my wrist freeze, me and Jacob got an understandin', I don't spend cheese, And I don't see no rock on ya hand, So my question to you is, where's ya man? She said he been doing movies lately, And Game you got a baby face, then she split like Tracy, I don't chase em I replace em, Let em runaway, Watch em come back like ma$e and, She an ATL freak, she get A town stomped, But she never been fucked on the beach, In silk Channel sheets, and it feel good baby, she looked back at me and said "you so craaazy" After that she played me, I asked her who's pussy is this? And she screamed out "Jamie's" And now that I have put it all out on the line, Close the deal and wave the hands of time, Your king, my queen, a wedding ring, for you, Girl I wanna be with you, [Chorus] Any time any place (can I be with you) Don't ya know, there's some things (I, just wanna be with you) Girl I'm still you man, Girl I'm still your man (sex so good you cant believe it, later on we can have some kids, thats what it is, Whoa) Can I be with you? [Hook + Chorus] Lay up and spend cheese, Malibu breeze, pop bottles on the regular, I toast the good smoke, meet your kin folks, and try to get next to ya, Good life the lime light, Head down south, and get ya mind right, sex so good you cant believe it, later on we can have some kids, thats what it is, Whoa Any time any place, Don't ya know, there's some things (hey) Girl I'm still you man, Girl I'm still your man

Wasted Words

THE ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND "Brothers And Sisters"
Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been? Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task. You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know, take that load off, looks like chest's about to go. Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no? Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright. Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope "to" lose. Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall, Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl. Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no? Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior, Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior. That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mister Clean, 'cause baby, I don't know how. Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see, find that broke down line and let it be. Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV. Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now, By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me.

Back Up

Black Train Jack
Bacl on my feet again Ain't nothing going to get me down I've got the lead again After losing so much ground Going to put my best foot forward Got to stay on that straight line I've got to stick to the straight and narrow Because I'm running out of time I've got to get my act together There's no more games to play I've got to get my head together I've got no time to waste Each problem that comes my way I'l just take It day by day I've got to learn to get back up When I fall flat on my face I'm making a turnaround I've seen good times I've seen bad time And I feel the same I've had good love I've had bad love And it's all just a game When was I no good to you Did I ever turn away I guess leaving was best for you Caught up in a lonely daze

Just Another Day

LLOYD BANKS "The Hunger For More"
[Lloyd Banks] Man what the fuck are you lookin for? Can't a young nigga make money any more Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor Niggaz be on stage bendin over on tour Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go puttin ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer but she a damn good booster though See I could fuck a supermodel with my {?} works Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt I got a year into the game A 141 rocks layin on my chain, geah! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Just another day, chillin in the hood Just another day around the way I'm tipsy off the Hennessy We ridin round with the H-K, nigga we don't play Just another day, chillin in the hood Just another day around the way We smoke a quarter pound a day G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play [Lloyd Banks] Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead And I know, it's all over the way I see bread Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said 'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols Bleedin around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did The O.G.'s tryin to hide they phony smilin Reputation always arise in Coney Island I'm at your local newsstand jerk While the only XXL you been in as a shirt And, speakin of shirts, get a new white T God damn it feels good to be me - nigga! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Now I'm goin, shoppin with a plastic card now I'm growin, knockin international broads down They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down I'm holdin, a glock so don't even act that hard now You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits, with the fuckin judge givin niggaz life like it's parkin tickets Now I get to go to bed with a model And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm but My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup! [Chorus] [ad libs]

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