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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Scared Famous

Girl In A Tree

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This song is dedicated To the girl that I love The girl in the tree She is the one for me The girl in the tree Hey, that's the girl Who says she's a squirrel Notice the acorn in her eye But please don't stop her now Don't let her stop, She's playing games Alone with her furry friends As she walks past She dashes fast Up a limb of a branch Laughing Ha-ha-ha-ha Well, please don't stop her now She knows not what She doesn't say And she says nothing Don't stop catching My little friend When she falls out At the end Wondering why she's Been in a tree Please stop saying She only lies While the family Stands there and cries Wondering why she's Been in a tree I need a leaf I've been eaten alive By a girl in the sky But please don't stop her, no Don't tell her to come down, oh no She's been up the night Don't stop catching My little friend When she falls out At the end Wondering why she's Been in a tree Please stop saying She only lies While the family Stands these and cries Wondering why she's Been in a tree Hey! Maybe today, Perhaps tomorrow I'll climb up there Just to see And we can build a house Forget the world, We'll never care If we lived in- A- Tree Tree

That Girl From Brownsville Texas

JIM WHITE "Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See"
I say "God, if you ain't smiling on me, then you ain't no friend of mine." It's late at night and this motel room's drunk, I been listening to the lonesome wind crying. My best friend once said, "Jim, what you cling to, that's the thing that you had best forget. For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets." Guess I been busy killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs. I led a life of lonely drifting trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind. You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to leave behind. Oh sweet Jesus, won't you help me? 'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas. Midnight radio, a crackly white gospel station kicking out the sounds of some half-assed revival. Me, I never much cared for the feelings you get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible. For as the crow flies I know only one cure for a permanent tear in your eye. You gotta crank like hell that rope on old sorrow's well 'til the day that the bucket comes up dry. [CHORUS] Now dreams are just prayers without the put on airs... and though my history of dreams is a scandal of back-assward schemes and romantic disasters where Lord, you dealt me more cards than I could handle. Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner comes the pledge of a half-baked saint. 'Cause Lord I might finally be willing to become the religious fool you always wanted me to be... if in return we could just tell that girl I'm the man you and me both know that I ain't. [CHORUS]

Oh My God

JARS OF CLAY "Good Monsters"
Oh my God, look around this place Your fingers reach around the bone You set the break and set the tone Flights of grace, and future falls In present pain All fools say, "Oh my God" Oh my God, Why are we so afraid? We make it worse when we don't bleed There is no cure for our disease Turn a phrase, and rise again Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend Oh my God. Oh my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief Weddings, boats and alibis All drift away, and a mother cries Liars and fools; sons and failures Thieves will always say Lost and found; ailing wanderers Healers always say Whores and angels; men with problems Leavers always say Broken hearted; separated Orphans always say War creators; racial haters Preachers always say Distant fathers; fallen warriors Givers always say Pilgrim saints; lonely widows Users always say Fearful mothers; watchful doubters Saviors always say Sometimes I cannot forgive And these days, mercy cuts so deep If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep While I lay, I dream we're better, Scales were gone and faces light When we wake, we hate our brother We still move to hurt each other Sometimes I can close my eyes, And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing, What makes me so badly bent? We all have a chance to murder We all feel the need for wonder We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven All the times I thought to reach up All the times I had to give Babies underneath their beds Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes, All the comforts of cathedrals All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God

Bloodlines

ARKELLS "Michigan Left"
When a switch turns on she just can't stop it. Feeling all this weight and keeps losing some. She's thinking about making appointments, And I'm hoping that she'll just snap out of it. I sleep over at her apartment, After I finish my evening shift. She wants to leave the escarpment, And she's hoping I can take a hint. But when we hear each other, she tells me "it's alright". Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline. I walk lightly when I'm around her, counting months left on the lease. I know she' got precious feathers, So I tip-toe to keep the peace. But when we hear each other, she tells me "it's alright". Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline. We hit the road for a couple weeks, And it happened again. You're a poster from the 1950s, But you lost another ten. She hates being alone but you know, I might not be here in a couple of years. But when we hear each other, she tells me "it's alright". Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline. Our love was like no other, She turned me inside out. Carve your name in the family tree, show me the roots of your bloodline.

Girl's Friend

DONELL JONES
Whoa Whoa ooohhh Oohh yeah yeah Whoa whoa ahh yeah... My ex-girlfriend ain't a friend of mine huh yeah My ex-girlfriend ain't a friend of mine Oh uh huh uh huh Oh uh huh uh huh [Verse 1:] I met this little shorty at the corner store I snuck a peep as she came out the door She was looking hot from her head to the floor The kind of body make me want see more With ice cream dripping down her wrist (down her wrist) She licked it and missed, blew me a kiss At first a brother tried to resist But she did persist And then it was on and popping, baby [Chorus 1:] My ex-girlfriend's best friend, been stressing, testing me I shouldn't never beat it up If she found out no doubt you've been Blessing me, sexing me, look at the spot blown up Now that we know do we just let go (ohh Yeah) Or do we just turn back or try to pretend We're nothing more than friends, it's too late for that [Chorus 2:] She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have pushed up When she rolled up shorty wanna get swold up She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have much to lose But now I'm starting all over again [Verse 2:] Something about her seems so familiar Like we met somewhere before The way that she looked at me it's all coming back to me I see it clearly now you got me bugging out I was post up at the light now curtie through startit Two shorty's and a baby benz looking like they want it One was her and one was you, what do I do she was shooting me vibes And you was playing cute [Chorus 1:] My ex-girlfriend's best friend, been stressing, testing me I shouldn't never beat it up If she found out no doubt you've been Blessing me, sexing me, look at the spot blown up Now that we know do we just let go (ohh Yeah) Or do we just turn back or try to pretend We're nothing more than friends, it's too late for that [Chorus 2:] She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have pushed up When she rolled up shorty wanna get swold up She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have much to lose But now I'm starting all over again [Chorus 3:] I wouldn've never tried to hit it I would've never spent the time I would've never tried to push up on her Even though she was so fine I would've never took her number I would've never gave her mine I should've known that you'd start trippin' Thinking I knew it all the time [Chorus 2:] She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have pushed up When she rolled up shorty wanna get swold up She used to be my Girl's friend I wish I woulda known then Then I wouldn't have much to lose But now I'm starting all over again

Mj's Anthem

MONTELL JORDAN "Montell Jordan"
[Intro] Yeah Number five y'all I'm almost a veteran, heh Don't think I've ever seen you so good lookin' Since 1995, I've been flowin' on tracks like this Got a lot of gold and platinum plaques like this But I had it up to here, so I'm R&B, bangin' on wax like this In case you forgot, five times on the streets, I been keepin' it hot Got your shorty on the block singin' da-da-da-da And I coulda held back, but will I do that? Probably not See I represent Cali and it be's like that And I'll probably get sampled cuz the track's so phat The music in the street's gotten out of control You can't keep a deal unless you're platinum or gold That's all I can stands, I can't stands no more Mr. Nice Guy come to even the score And I'm not holdin' my tongue Girl you know my name and you know where I'm from [1] All y'all fakers, Def Jam haters R&B, South Central, Westside players To all my homies that's sittin' on dubs With your girl in your ride, turn this on up All y'all fakers, Def Jam haters R&B, South Central, Westside players To all my homies on blades and dubs With your girl in your ride, turn it up, turn it up The year's 2001, I'm still flowin' on tracks like this Got a few more gold and platinum plaques like this I've had it up to here, so I'm R&B, bangin' on wax to this In case you forgot, the word on the street is I'm keepin' it hot Everybody on your block singin' da-da-da-da But I still can't believe after five LP's they could sleep on me But singers with no skills, singers with no shoes Singers in bathtubs, is that how you pay due? The music in the street's gotten out of control Sell some records then you're out the back door It's all I can stands, I can't stands no more Mr. Nice Guy come to even the score My man Focus blaze the track And I wrote it, I sang it, I live it, believe dat [Repeat 1] La la la, la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la [W.C.] What's crackalatin? (Ladies, Southside bobbin bobberlers) Cristal, Dom P, and Hennessy gobblers It's the ruggedest, thuggist hoppin out the six hundred Holdin ya ears ransom bangin Montell's Anthem, nia Back fo' mo', wit anotha platinum fo' sho' Y'all just video ballin, we've been stackin doe - Packin dance floors gettin busy The originals, Montell and Dub-C from tha home of the sticky-icky

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