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VERUCA SALT lyrics - Resolver

Sleeper Car

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Bright you are And bigger than both of us Though I'm a star I can't burn that bright Tiger car swerving forward into us Now here we are Sleeper car Now you're backing into me Oh where you are Feels good for now Although my arms ache harder than they ever have You drive so far Sleeper car Now you're backing into me Oh where you are Feels good for now Although my arms ache harder than they ever have You drive so far [x2]

Speechless

HEZEKIAH WALKER
You've got me You've got me You've got me You've got me speechless Where you been baby Waited for you all day Waited for you to use the key That opens my place My heart starts trembling As I hear your footsteps pace Lock opened, doorknob turned There appeared your face Going outta my head I think I'm loosing all my mind Drive me crazy burning candles making love all night Feels so strange it feels so crazy to be in your world In your arms lost for words You've got me! You've got me You've got me You've got me You've got me speechless Laying so closely I feel your skin rubbing and touching me Only sweat between us Feeling you kissing and pleasing me I rub your back I kiss your neck I know that you love when we touch like that I can feel you need me Feels so good to me Feels so good to me Going outta my head I think I'm loosing all my mind Drive me crazy burning candles making love all night Feels so strange it feels so crazy to be in your world In your arms lost for words You've got me! You've got me You've got me You've got me You've got me speechless Yes, yes, yes Yes, yes, yes Speechless, all I can say Yes, yes, yes, All I can say is Yes, yes, yes, yes Kiss me Hold me You've got me Speechless

Take The Canyon

JOJO "Agápē"
Sometimes I need to paint, you can be my canvas Sometimes I want to escape, even though it’s selfish I’m always comin over and smoking you out Because everything is better with a blunt in your mouth As the clock strikes twelve I’ll be freaking you out Make us both forget what we were worried about Traffic’s jammed on the 405 I hop in the whip ’cause I ain’t got much time I’m gonna to get you Fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky Be in and out like a drive by I’m going to take the canyon It feels so good because I know that it’s wrong Get back home, ain’t nothing going on I’m going to take the canyon Sometimes I bite my lips so I don’t slip and say his name ’Cause in these magic moments I get homesick all the same I’m always comin over and smoking you out Because everything is better with a blunt in your mouth If I waited for you, I'd just be waiting alone So when the clock strikes two, I'll be on my way home Traffic’s jammed on the 405 I hop in the whip ’cause there's not much time Damn it I’m gonna to get you I fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky Be in and out like a drive by I’m going to take the canyon It feels so good because I know that it’s wrong Get back home, ain’t nothing going on I’m going to take the canyon Sippin' Marmalade... He said he was born to be the other man (I’m going to take the canyon) So I got to see him when I get the chance Baby I’m on my way I fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky Be in and out like a drive by I’m going to take the canyon It feels so good because I know that it’s wrong Get back home, ain’t nothing going on I’m going to take the canyon Gonna do what I gotta do, gonna get to you...

Feels So Good

311 "Unity"
Well everybodys got an opinion thats loud and unbending I spend my time healing and mending, together It's a question of whether live positive well i give P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic Tim is from the '70's and so we live it SA has the wisdom of a nobel laureate I'm down for our days of glory It's easy to do when you're up with Sexton A rhythmatic genius, turnin' up the next one Would you know, you're a bro, I flow in that circumstance You'll get your chance Becuase payback is a motherfuckin' mission To the sharp-ass rocks slippin' on us but we rock It comes to writing on us derision Sendin you a voice now we're sending you a vision And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know I go awwww, when I hear that, that chit and that chat, bullshit! So sick of me knowing everything, saying! In your face That's right And it feels so good In your face Yeah It feels so good Take it to 'em bro, throw down, now say Settin' forth a course I'm really wiggin' out In my dome I roam, no time to doubt Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin' Now you're sulking in the corner, a baby crying Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob We ain't new to jack swing, the groove and that We got crazy factiffs and we all that I don't often rock and I'm a laureate I don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it Freestyles my style on the mic and flex You're stalkin' the mind of a punk that's next I get retarded now that I started you know A condition which I keep close together Like the kind buds you know my scene My team thinks I sing supreme, but you, the weasel, Try to bring us down but in reality it make you look like a clown Too bad cause we'll be sittin' in the sun and choose a rocky ass fast ball In your face That's right And it feels so good Choose a lock y'all In your face Yeah It feels so good Yo P-Nut, beat that thing Won't you warm the mic Nicholas Can't get with this my stream of conscieceness is a sea Much like Bukowski with a rage Speakin' to page Beasts in the cage Jumpin' off the stage Divin' Thrivin' Strive for a better day SA Beat back by flesh Shattered doors braggin' fists to the sky we're feelin' high Has to live and die Just take a moment to have a fit once in a while You know, you know I do it daily and like it but that's my style, yeah, here I go In your face And dow your throat And it feels so good 'fraid so Fuck it up y'all In you face And down your throat It feels so good That's all

Letter To Fans

JEREMIH "Late Nights With Jeremih"
[Verse 1: Jeremih] Yeah Late night emotions Right now I'm tired of those The only thing that get get me by I stay by myself in this condo But I'm good dog, got some good tree 2k and ol' papa dogs Find the time to look at the walls at these plaques Dog ya im proud of those Sippin' on this corona, maybe this is the moment You smell the aroma, that's fresh from Daytona People tell me that I'm needed dog Its just everything ain't how I want it Niggas say you never be about it Only be talkin' bout' how ya gonna' Man just grind harder, grind harder Tell my bank account, oh my god I no longer do it for myself I do it now for my son Some are here for the wrong reasons Anything now for the gold But I ain't forget you grand diablo So this some heat right for the soul This right here for the gold Had to do it, rep her whole Just got some plans with some amazing fans I'll see you soon at the arena shows Go an light up the optimos Who's your favorite, I suppose As I cross, come sailing seas I hope you all don't ever think... [Hook: Willie Taylor (x2)] Baby you not gonna' Be like I told ya Never going nowhere Baby I'll be Here for ya, for ya [Verse 2: Jeremih] I swear I let them haters hate I know they mad they'll never get to me You were the ones that were there from the start That's why you'll always get the best of me Lets forget all those award shows And why they ain't never mention me Look at it like this I looked at my wrist like man it's time to make history Now sippin' on this corona Maybe this is the moment I feel like I'm Florida When she met Willona We just here to have a good time Sent labels on the corner Said he robbin' out havin' hood times That fairy tale ain't over So I won, know I had to hit em' with the heat You ever wanna kill em' with the flow If, we stay together lmnop a No tellin' where we prolly' go Just green lights, green lights I'm tryna' see what it be like Oh down south though the heat lies So grind harder, grind harder, tell my bank account Oh my god, ever mess with my fam' Food Or my fetti dog that's called karma I pro (Sigh) I promised me and ya My mamma that I auta' Feel up all ya'll [?] before I'm not a [Hook x2: Willie Taylor] [Outro] I'll be here [repeatedly] Well, this just goes to show That nobody really know That I'll be even be able to say, welcome world, to Canyon Gray Man means mind, and mind means lead over self One man, one chance, one chance one life That's why I'm still here To all the years, the tears, and the fears Came the breath of life Just as a mother to her daughter, and a father keep after his son I'll be here till all the [?] gon' Like steel water run deep I'll tell you I never fall asleep On the gift that I've been giving, I must give back to the streets That's why I'm still here, I'm still here, I'm still here

It Feels So Good

TWISTA "Adrenaline Rush"
[Intro] This goes out to all riders worldwide Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride where playa hatin killers and the hood niggaz thrive And lame motherfuckers can barely survive [Verse 1] One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch Took a shower dried off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit The high discover me, hit the front porch Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them got chocolate big thighs and the other one was a redbone Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit Call up the buddies you be tight with We ain't really gon be doin too much though We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang and slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit Speedpass the clit and get passionate Grab the buckle and unfasten it and we can get into some ol' nasty shit Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high cause it feels so good [Chorus] It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good (When we ridin high) Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes Straight pimpin with nowhere to go And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood like so good (When we ridin high) Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes Straight pimpin with nowhere to go [Verse 2] Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up when niggas we lust smokin some but the flame tight Trippin off how we survivin the rugged terrain and try to hang tight getting fucked up on gang night Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the scrap Even we sent Deebo back to back to back We still be holdin' stacks of packs Rollin through wit black blacks, blunt reds, ash trays, and crack sacks Hustlin and chillin's what I'm focusin on Fiendin through bitch's cribs hopin it's on If ain't no strokin we strollin along Rollin the chrome out really trippin because we take the smoke to the dome Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones glisten from all the sunlight Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight Booty hung right and every night we see at least one fight Hookin up with my fellow Westside cliques Now together we mush but when are we strapped through and rug cutters Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers Ridin every one of y'all my muhfuckers So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome We gon' to blaze on till my brain's blown Hopin to get my thang on Not matter what block you stay on kick it Round the world it's the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on) For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood Now we got up on hittin the cuz From stealin' tips where they're swum the doves mo' we got up on some bud Straight hittin' up the block searching for love Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone Smokin delight the body right what the party like Are you as live as I come roll with meso we can ride the sky But only if you let me play with you while we ridin' high cause it feels so good [Chorus] [Verse 3] Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' cheese Bumpin a system costin 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po-P's Split the Phillie with my door keys Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin through Sit on the floor playin Tekken 2 Lesson two I'm adressin you Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew Bring out the best in you Confessin true lies about your inner thighs and where they been hopin maybe you be my lady What's the potatoes without the gravy what you feelin on maybe soft with the silicone baby but can you pay me Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll while rockin dope flows I'll lose the spot if I choose to stop We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about how later on you comin' out your clothes, shoes and socks Now is that news or not Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last 'O' Get a 'B' and split it now watch me kill it Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro on billets take a choke on so I can really feel it Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a good life and that we know always and forever though for ever more rollin in the ghetto with nowhere to go and it feels so good [Chorus 3X]

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