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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Mature Themes


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Oh my God, my dog's got hair, look into the canine eye The bad breath of a cross-eyed goat Meeting children for a Monday morning Laughter in the hangman's eye Look into his heart so clear, look into a heart that's right Can't beat it off, can't beat it off at night Tomorrow Jeannie and Jackie elope Moved a memory to strip for tea and smoke Driftwood blocking up the shore dam Short dam liquid in the phone line Driftwood clogging up the oil well Damsel waiting in the long line Driftwood blocking up the shore dam Short dam liquid in the phone line Driftwood clogging up the oil well Damsel waiting in the long line Driftwood blocking up the short dam Short dam liquid in the phone line Driftwood clogging up the oil well Damsel waiting in the long line Driftwood blocking up the short dam Spiders pass along through the grass eating up my pampered eyes And Dyer's country had a fair, Tokens gathered at the bar Music on the TV screen never really had it all Driftwood blocking up the shore dam Short dam liquid in the phone line Driftwood clogging up the oil well Damsel waiting in the long line Driftwood blocking up the shore dam Short dam liquid in the phone line Driftwood clogging up the oil well Damsel waiting in the long line Driftwood blocking up the short dam Short dam driftwood in the phone line Driftwood clogging up the oil well


JOELL ORTIZ "Free Agent"
Let's start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz. He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath. I remember him! And he came up here? Yup! He's the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video. Right, well he's not signed to Dr. Dre anymore. Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath. That was short. He never even got a chance to put out a single. That was very short-lived, what happened? [Joell Ortiz] I don't know, shit, you tell me All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!) I still got the streets in a frenzy Still got that 40, but it's underneath the seat in my Chevy I hop on any beat and I empty When I'm squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e'rywhere like Dikembe Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me But let me make this so clear My career's on a treadmill, I'm runnin this shit and ain't goin nowhere Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!) 'Til my pockets green like what's in between my nose hairs (ew!) Nothin but flow here (look) Like Puerto Rico when it's snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there I'm fueled by the energy my foes share I won't tap out, y'all assed out like the old Cher Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared I'm still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer So not an industry nigga Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz) Same kid, same hunger, same drive And I tip my hat to those that tried But {"It's not the same"} - ever felt like you gotta do it? (man) Well multiply that by a trillion, that's the YAOWA movement (ay!) The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it I'm gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement I'm harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid I parallel park grind, put my back into it Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!) Failure? No, not me That ain't gon' cut it, on my three Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt My whole life been in a ring, don't ever count me out

The Telephone

JERRY REED "Mind Your Love"
Ya ever drop your last dime in a public phone Have it keep your dime not even give you a tone And you beat that silly contraption with your fist till it comes off the wall Or did you ever place a call to St Louis direct And get the Civil Defense in Connecticut And operators say well ain't that the number you called And my phone bill that's wrong about half the time And I always get this operator on the line And she says well Mr Reed ya just called this place on your phone And I say lady look I don’t know a soul livin' in Tokyo And the only way I can pay this phone bill is when I mortgage my home Well you can find 'em in every home This thing called the telephone It's the ultimate in modern day design When it ain't out of order then the number's been changed Or it's disconnected or it just won't ring Why it's enough to drive a sane man clean out of his mind Did you ever place a call on a hectic day And you couldn't understand a word nobody had to say And you keep tryin' to get your operator to come back on the line huh You stand there and you click that lever till your face turns blue And finally she comes buttin' in on you And she says your three minutes are up you're out of time Now I've had to stumble through the house without a light To get to the phone in the middle of the night And I stumble over every stick of furniture in the house just gettin' there So with a skinned shin and a busted toe I grab the phone And I say a hello and all I get is ah ah ah in my ear Well son you can find 'em in every home... Alright this is my last time with my last dime Operator what huh I know well I know that huh But uh uh uh operator operator well I know you're sorry What huh I spent fifteen minutes I’ve been dialin' home What ya you said that oh wait uh operator Yeh huh give me my dime will ya gimme my dime back I gotta go to the bathroom listen what is this oh nuts

I Still Like Bologna

There's Satellite communications Long distance Internet relations The world's A little faster every day I know it's all Well and good And I don't embrace it Like I should But I wouldn't wanna go Backwards even if I could [Chorus:] But I still Like Bologna On white bread Now and then And the sound Of a whippoorwill Down a country road The grass between my toes And that sunset sinking low And a good woman's love To hold me close I like my 50 inch HD plasma Feels like They just reach out And grab you 500 channels At my command I finally gave in And got a cell phone That I hardly Ever seem to turn on I guess I never had That much to say [Chorus] I got a laptop That sits on a desk I don't use it much Except to check On some ole car From yesterday I kinda like That music thang You just download 'em And you can save about Every song That's ever been made [Chorus] Well I guess What I've been Trying to say This digital world Is okay It makes life better Iin a lot of ways But it can't make The smell of spring Or sunshine or lots Of little things We take for granted Every day [Chorus] Yeah, Bologna A woman's love And a good cell phone

Hurry Home

JASON MICHAEL CARROLL "Growing Up Is Getting Old"
[Verse 1:] He's been sittin' by the phone since she left But it's time for work and he just can't be late So he grabs his old guitar and he plays a couple bars On the machine Then he softly sings [Chorus:] It doesn't matter what you've done I still love you It doesn't matter where you've been You can still come home And honey if it's you We've got a lot of makin' up to do And I can't hug you on the phone So hurry home [Verse 2:] Well the message light was blinking when he got back It was an old friend callin' cuz he just heard the news He said man I hope you find her if I see her I'll remind her That her daddy's worried and wantin her to know [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Well the days dragged by without a word from her And it looked like she might not be coming back People said man don't you think it's time to take that old message off He said no you never know when she might call She was just outside a bar in New York City Her so-called friends had left her all alone She was scared he wouldn't want her But she dialed up that old number and let it ring And then she heard him say [Chorus:] It doesn't matter what you've done I still love you It doesn't matter where you've been You can still come home And honey if it's you we got a lot of making up to do And I can't hug you on the phone So hurry home He walked in just in time to hear her say "Dad I'm on my way"

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

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