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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Laugh So Serious

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She said 100%, hey that ain't fair Yo dream talk turn into nightmares I know she ain't coming back And all I know is I ain't callin back So dangerous and delirious Man I laugh so serious I start to stress like the movie Black Swan You can see my shark fin in a small pond My silhouette in the moonlight Is something like the Joker in the Dark Knight I'm on the streets like a muscle car Sheeit, I'm known to take it way too far My hand in ya purse like David Blaine The money is there, but never seen again We can do it like the Robb Report Right after I pay this fine in court I roll the weed like a brand new car She hit my phone and said what you charge? That depends on what you get Bills, rent, and my percent She said 100%, hey that ain't fair Yo dream talk turn into nightmares I know she ain't coming back And all I know is I ain't callin' back She said 100%, hey that ain't fair Yo dream talk turn into nightmares I know she ain't coming back And all I know is I ain't callin back This bitch tried to say Andre your through I said call it what you want but I won't call you Step to the mound like Vita Blue Throwin' pitches at you This cake ain't fake it's Duncan Hines So don’t run by the oven when it's time to ride Said buty not beauty is the number one step Now whatchu got left? I'm so serious when I laugh at stuff Hennessey, yea you can fill my cup Forgive me for all my greedy ways It's just a relapse from the selfish days Mine to get, mine to spend Mine to flip and my percent She said 100%, hey that ain't fair Yo dream talk turn into nightmares I know she ain't coming back And all I know is I ain't callin' back She said 100%, hey that ain't fair Yo dream talk turn into nightmares I know she ain't coming back And all I know is I ain't callin back I read ya style, like a TV guide There’s money out here, I ain't bout to hide Just because my hat is low Bitch that don’t mean my dough is low I hit the gas like Racer X And I live for the ‘Moe, whatchu expect? Stand out like a crown jewell And that’s MJ 23, no bull With a serious laugh that’s matter of fact Back then I would get my hair pulled back Once again like a muscle car I'm known to take shit way too far I aim my gun at a shootin star The weed is lit, Rakim Allah If you too broke, who broke you off? You need an APB if I get lost She tried to say what she get You, this, and my percent She said 100%, hey that ain't fair Yo dream talk turn into nightmares I know she ain't coming back And all I know is I ain't callin' back She said 100%, hey that ain't fair Yo dream talk turn into nightmares I know she ain't coming back And all I know is I ain't callin' back

Dream

DIZZEE RASCAL "Showtime"
how am i gonna pull this off man with out soundin daft this is too sensible for me man how you gonna hav a dream cum true? i use to dream bout crazy lil fings like fame in the days hangin outside the off-license. we use to run around the streets reckless with no shame mainly up 2 no gud. a whole world a nonsense and wen the girls walk by we wud try to catch their eye and if they aint a show face we wud act immature. ova people tryed to tap me girl since i was a kid a couple west girls on my radar i was RAW and i was dead sure that i knew it all, whole world against me, attitude, i nearly blew it all i find it a real big struggle gettin thru it all i swear i didnt wanna listen cuz i sure didnt care, not knowin if a reality, id hav 2 prepare cuz money dnt grow on no stick wen its rare me and bro was lukin less and less the lick, plus i was growin up, life was lukin like a scare (Happy talky talk happy talk Talk bout fings u like to do, u Got to have a dream, If u dnt have a dream, How u gone have a dream cum true?) how u gonna have a dream cum true? i use to love music, it was like my hidden hobby but i cudn't get on local radio back then, so i went to north london i tryed to top my self to be precise, and got sum air time on heat fm, then it escalated i was gettin ratings here and ther, and carried on untill eventually i was everywhere, i started doin all the hot spots Ministery, sesers, palace p, area, time n envy i did the grim and the glamor i did the port and the plush i didnt hang around i wanted my money in a rush, man frame in the studio at dis stage no time to chat i didnt wanna engage i found my self a new hussel it was beautiful and non like the one before a bit more suitable, the more challenging it got the more i fought it made an album ova a 100,000 ppl bought it thank you. (Happy talky talk happy talk Talk bout fings u like to do,) Talk botu fings u like to do (u Got to have a dream, If u dnt have a dream, How u gone have a dream cum true?) how you gonna hav a dream cum true? to all the youngers cotching in the stairs in the flats to the super star socerling beckham in the making's u can go far if u put ur mind to it ur a star dont wait to be told just do it, try keeps spoiling ur plans dont worrie bout ur man they'll be there in the end if they real if they aint dnt be makin no effort to impress cuz ur fine the way u are just do wat u feel young baby mother yo i got ur bk as well, young baby fathers hold it down for ur girl, i ent tryin to preach but for wat its worth, that kids the nxt generation on plant earth, big shout to the world cuz i been all around wen im gone im all ways finkin bout my home town, im from the LDN, thers no forgettin that, and the big uk i stay reppin that (Happy talky talk happy talk Talk bout fings u like to do, u Got to have a dream, If u dnt have a dream, How u gone have a dream cum true?) how u gonna hav a dream cum true? ey u love dat tell me u dnt love dat

Basic Cable

AESOP ROCK "Float"
television, all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan with a stable diet of my cable pirate yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team ooh, I love all advertisements though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit now, twenty first century plagued dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients telecast patrons blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, and that's fine... make me a star, I wanna touch gold hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster crucify my little future to the monitor damn it feels good, turn on, tune in zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function but the children seem to love it yes mother, me and wild discovery and heard the static flock to where I sleep by the glow of that magic box big speaker stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling tangled in the star spangled wiring I can turn from toxicated visuals and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty fuck the fortress riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head I'll be dead by morning anyway color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship I want commercials twenty four-seven I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I bond with a six string(?) correspondence and lurking circuitry circus with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts channel zero addict, immaculate it goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something? plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom it's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me your majesty, I love you, I despise you my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation

I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag

COUNTRY JOE AND THE FISH
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, I dream of Ballerinas and I don't know why but I see Cadillac's sailing I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay But Maryland and Virginia have faded away And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today So I am endlessly waiting And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins From where you think you'll end up to the state that you're in Your reflection approaches and then recedes again And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival side In a house where regret is a carousel ride We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now... There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell And there are people who will say that they knew me so well' I may not go to heaven I hope you go to hell And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream.

Saint Robinson In His Cadillac Dream

COUNTING CROWS "The Desert Life"
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, 'I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why But I see Cadillac's sailing. I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay Maryland and Virginia have faded away And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today So I am endlessly waiting The comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins, From where you think you will end up to the state that you're in Your reflection approaches and recedes again. Yeah And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out in the shadow of the modern machines Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream I had a dream of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival's side In a house where regret is a carousel ride We are spinning and spinning and spinning There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There's a girl in the basement coming out of her shell And there are people who will say they knew me so well I may not go to heaven.. I hope that you go to hell! The comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean out there in the shadow of a modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream In his dream. St. Robinson in his dream. Some people are never quite what they seem Come on baby come on baby Lets just Get into my car and drive.

Americana Panorama

10CC "Windows In The Jungle"
Martin Luther B.B. King You had a dream and you make us swing Doctor Winston J.F.K. You had a dream but they blew you away Americana panorama Big apple rice banana Bit but keep your backs against the wall Pretzel logic does apply Oh fast food junk food gets you by You got delis diners southern fries And burgen queens with hungry eyes That's Americana panorama Aerobatic instant karma Run but do your jogging in the car Tricky didn't make it But his part deserves an oscar When he proved that you can fool the people all the time And from the Rockies to the Hudson Everybody loves a winner Turn a blind eye to corruption While the nation grows Oh oh I feel the pressure rising You're on top of the world but it's about to blow Do you know what you're doing Do you know Take a look at what you've done You are the shape of things to come It's science fiction coming true You can shoot the stars it's up to you Americana panorama Living in a TV drama Turn it off and make the dream come true Oh oh Americana panorama Living in a TV drama Turn it off and make the dream come true

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