TINA ARENA lyrics - In Deep

Burn (Acoustic Version)

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Do you wanna be a poet and write Do you wanna be an actor up in lights Do you wanna be a soldier and fight for love Do you wanna travel the world Do you wanna be a diver for pearls Or climb a mountain and touch the clouds above Be anyone you want to be Bring to life your fantasies But I want something in return I want you to burn, burn for me baby Like a candle in my night Oh burn Burn for me Burn for me Are you gonna be a gambler and deal Are you gonna be a doctor and heal Or go to heaven and touch God's face Are you gonna be a dreamer who sleeps Are you gonna be a sinner who weeps Or an angel Under grace Ill lay down on your bed of coals Offer up my heart and soul But in return I want you to burn Burn for me baby Like a candle in my night Oh burn burn for me burn for me Yeah Ooh I want you to burn baby ooh Laugh for me Cry for me Pray for me Lie for me Live for me Die for me I want you to burn Burn for me baby Like a candle in my night Oh burn burn for me burn for me Yeah Ah yeah I want you to burn I want you to burn for me baby Ohh yeah

Are We Cuttin'

PASTOR TROY "Universal Soldier"
(feat. Ms. Jade) [Timbaland scratches throughout] [Intro: Pastor Troy] Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha [Chorus] [PT:] Oooooooh [CJ:] Baby what's your name [PT:] Oooooooh [CJ:] Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans [PT:] (Hell naw!) Oooooooh [CJ:] I heard you was from Atlanta [PT:] Oooooooh [CJ:] But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know Are we cuttin'! Are we cuttin'! Are we cuttin'! [PT:] Oooooooh, hell yea, yeah yeah yea Oooooooh She won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight [Verse 1 - Pastor Troy] Yeah, Friday night (yeah) Yeah, ballin holmes (yeah) Got a nigga smellin fresh as a rose Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (cause y'all!) Sharp as a knife, and this is the life Pastorrr, ya tell me how ya love that Let a nigga see that pussy crack, where you at (uh) The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah) Baby girl let ya hair down Show a nigga what you workin wit, twerkin wit I ammm low-key You don't wanna leave (c'mon baby) You don't wanna go back to the suite (c'mon) Let you caress my feet, huh Now what you wanna know [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Pastor Troy] Off the chain! Damn! Damn boo Where ya been all my lifetime Let me fuck ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh) What I do (whoaa) Mind my bizz No I can't take ya home wit me Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz Saturday morn' (damn!) damn I'm weak Knew whassup when you came to the room Talkin about gettin some sleep She's the, the-truth, shorty got loose Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ms. Jade] What you talkin I, bring heat when it's hawkin Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand I'm, bout to kill it; you, dealin wit the realest Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh) Hennessy and a condom, say they kissin and grindin It's all about the timin; I, really like 'Vice Versa' But, tonight's much worser, and um Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy In a, split second I'm answerin all questions You dummies are still confessin how money make you undress And so tell me [Chorus - repeat to fade]

Comw Together

CRAIG DAVID
oh yeah got a little sumthin to say baby yeah yeah check it well He come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly He got joo joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker he just do what he please mmm baby i got a little sumthin to say yeah yeah wel come on u no what well huh He wear no shoeshine He got toe jam football He got monkey finger He shoot coca cola He say I know you and you know me One thing i can tell you is you got to be free Now come together, oh yeah right now, oh baby over me you gotta come together you gotta come together baby oh yeah yeah well check it He bad production He got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard He one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knees Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease Now COME TOGETHER oh yeah RIGHT NOW Oh baby OVER ME Ooh slow it down...slow it down rap: yeah well yo yo ya'll kicking this flow your way so when i say turn up the mic turn up the whole p.a and i know that its real hard to try and say goodbye but it feels like yesterday still doesnt mean that we cant cry...no mean that we walk on by...no the difference is some gonna let it out and some dont wanna let it show aint gonna play it on vcr's we no that heros are the real superstars and it funny to think that with his voice and the sound of guitars we gonna be bringin people together with ? ? (too fast to get) i know that it aint easy to look forward in this time of tragedy but hope is one day we'll all be free come together and be one big family so come on what i say come on i say come on baby oh oh yeah break it well he roller coaster he got early warning he got muddy waters he one mojo filter he say one and one and one is three got to be good lookin cause he's so hard to see NOW COME TOGETHER OH RIGHT NOW Oh baby OVER ME oh yeah well you know what This time we ain't goin nowhere... we ain't goin nowhere let's all come together and bring peace in our lives we ain't (what) goin nowhere... we ain't goin nowhere let's all come together and bring peace in our lives

Take Me

TRINA "Da Baddest Bitch"
(feat. Pamela Long) [Pamela Long] Playa, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah [1 - Pamela Long] Take me place where I ain't gotta be sexy Just so I can be considered a lady Please tell me why the world is so shady, baby I wanna go to a world where I ain't gotta be a freak ho Just so I can be noticed by people Please tell me if you know Because I wanna go, wanna go, yeah, yeah [Trina] Why is it lately These jealous hoes gotta hate me Niggas won't give me no space They suffocate me I try to be myself niggas won't let me They'd rather sweat me Ice, freeze, and briget me But I ain't impressed with your hot car Nigga I ain't got the lock jaws I ain't fixin' to drop draw's These niggas chase me like a cop-cop In and out the Char' bottle They wanna ball with a hot star They offer me grands for one night stands Fuck that one night plan I'm looking for that one right man To save the day, wrap me in his arms Take me away, late plight till the break in the day Come on [Repeat 1] [Trina] Take me to a place where all my girls on top Take me to a place where all the Benzes drop top Take me to a place where I ain't gotta trick for grands Take me to a place where my friend won't fuck my man Take me to a place where it's women with no hoes Take me to a place where the thugs get early parole Take me to a place where we ball, buying cases Diamond faces, united with all races Take me to a place where ain't no chalk traces or court cases Or black faces on front pages Take me to a place where the haters don't hate Take me away, Lord knows I can't wait, come on [Repeat 1] [Trina] Every day I gotta let it go And spend the money on the one way ticket To a world where shit is better yo I be the same but a better ho And do a version of Nann with Kirk Franklin for the chedda yo They'll show my video on VH1, diva week Me, Whitney, then Aretha speak I be on top of the world and still be a freak Although I'm doing my thing I see I gotta eat cause where I'm from Life ain't sweet [Repeat 1] [Pamela Long] Take me, take me baby Where I wanna go baby I don't wanna be a freak ho No more, more Take me, take me baby Where I wanna go baby I don't wanna be a freak ho No more, more [Repeat 1]

R B Thug

R KELLY "TP-2.COM"
INTRO:Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ahh Ahh Ahh. Uhh Uhh Uhh, Yeah Yeah Yeah. Ooh Ooh Ooh,Ahh Ahh Ahh. Yeah Yeah Yeah, Mmm Mmm Mmm. Verse 1: In the Playa's Club checkin' at you body baby. Steadily tossin' that cash flow baby 'Cause you drive me crazy, wont you be my lady. Betcha I can make your body talk to me (talk to me). All I need is my CD, bag of weed and some Cristie(yeah). Then Im gonna stroke you up and down, messin with your head. And when you leave up out my room you'll be walkin bow leg. I can keep you comin like a CTA. Your dealin with a true ballet baby. Givin you the keys to my Mercedes. Im not gonna stop til you scream my name. I say ooh Kelly you make me holla, keep on jumpin like an Impala. You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what what what (what what...) Come and get some of this R amp;B Thug baby. Chorus: Im just an R amp;B Thug babe, Tryin to get some ass babe, Do you wanna thug babe(do you want an r amp;b thug). Im just an R amp;B Thug babe, Lookin for som love babe, Do you wanna date babe. Verse 2: Your're gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip. When I show you my love jones babe and make the room go black. Baby girl keep your body right there. Im gonna sock it to you baby, I wanna hear you say yeah,yeah. Now the sign on the knob says privacy, you and me, On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream. We can get up on a fancy suite. Thugged out wit some Hennessy, see, see, see. lock your body up and throw away the key.Im not gonna stop til you scream my name. I say ooh Kelly you make me holla, keep on jumpin like an Impala. You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what what what (what what...) Come and get some of this R amp;B Thug baby. Chorus Verse 3: Now feel the know down in my pants, while your breakin me off with a lap dance baby. Said its getting me high, its got me feelin hazy. Im goin around your body like a worldwide tour. I'll make you say toot toot,beep beep, Pull up to my bumber baby.Im not gonna stop til you call my name. I say ooh Kelly you make me holla, keep on jumpin like an Impala. You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what what what (what what...) Come and get some of this R amp;B Thug baby. Chorus(2x) Bridge: Now if your horny say Ooh Ooh Ooh,Ahh Ahh Ahh. And if you want it say Uhh Uhh Uhh, Yeah Yeah yeah. Ooh Ooh Ooh,Ahh Ahh Ahh(yeah) Yeah Yeah Yeah,(huh Mmm Mmm Mmm. Now if your horny say Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ahh Ahh Ahh. Ladies if you want it say Uhh Uhh Uhh,say Yeah Yeah Yeah. Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ahh Ahh Ahh,(what) Yeah Yeah Yeah,(what) Mmm Mmm Mmm. Just and R amp;B Thug, baby. Chorus

Subway Song

AUSTIN MAHONE
Open the door and I walk up inside Take off my shades and I get in the line I'll take a footlong, double ham, double cheese "Would you like it toasted?" "Oh yes freakin' please!" Timer's set for a minute, I'm getting concerned I yell out, "Yo homie, my subs gonna burn!" (Sub's gonna burn) (Do you wanna go faster!? yeah!) Let's go! My sub comes out golden. "Would you like any veggies?" I yell with disgust, "Does it look like I'm heavy?" (No no no) I just want mayo and not too much And if you're not careful you'll be wearing my lunch! (Ohh yeahh) Yo! (Let's turn things up a little louder!) (Here we go here we go!) "That's $5.41 please!" I hand her my card Sent from mahomies cause they love me so hard! I pay then I'm out cause I wanna get home I hop in my ride and then I tweet from my phone Uhh. Yee. We'll do this next week (How long can I wait for you?) NSD [x2] (How long can I wait for you?) NSD [x3]

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