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CHRIS REA lyrics - Dancing Down The Stony Road

Burning Feet

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No standing with these burning feet I got to kill the the fire Got to kill the heat I see a road and a river I gotta go 'cos there's fire in my shoes And you're moving too slow For these burning feet I got to move Burning feet Need a cool groove Burning feet Win or lose Looking to kill the heat Oh these burning shoes One day they'll find me in pieces, By the side of the track Smoke trail behind me, Flames from my back This is what made me, Yeah how I was made Forever, in the heat And never in the shade Of these burning feet Burning feet I got to move Burning feet Need a cool groove Burning feet Win or lose Looking to kill the heat Oh these burning shoes

The Heat

ANJULIE "Anjulie"
I got a loss of appetite, I'm so tired I can't sleep, can't dream, wake up every night Chills runnin' down my spine, my fever is so high The thought of you and I got the Boy, you don't know what it's like, it looks like It feels like, acts like, taking on a life Oh, it all started in my mind It spreads to my insides, it's takin' over my body I got the heat, see the red in my cheeks It's suffocating me, got the hot, hot heat She got the heat from her head to her feet She tried to shake it, shake it, shake it But she just can't beat the Here comes the heat like a fire in me Burnin' up through my blood, got the hot, hot heat He got the heat and he put it on me Like a spell from the devil, now I just can't beat, heat See the fire in my eyes but don't stare Don't look too long or boy you might catch fire Say you don't mind if it eats you alive If it pokes out your eyes, you come close You're playin' with fire See the changes in your touch it's a rush The passion in your blood bubbling up Ooh, a crush can't touch this lust, boy I got the heat, see the red in my cheeks It's suffocating me, got the hot, hot heat She got the heat from her head to her feet She tried to shake it, shake it, shake it But she just can't beat the Here comes the heat like a fire in me Burnin' up through my blood, got the hot, hot heat He got the heat and he put it on me Like a spell from the devil, now I just can't beat, heat Burning, I'm burning up Burning up, burning up, can't beat the heat Burning, I'm burning up Burning up, burning up for your love Burning, I'm burning up Here comes the heat Burning, I'm burning up Burning up, burning up for your love I think it's something in the air, it's out there She got it, he got it, you got it, I got it bad Got me walkin' in circles, seeing in purple Saying ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, oh Got me spinnin' in a spell, I'm not well I'm at home listening to Nina Simone Boy, you're so contagious how much more can I take of this Takin' over my body I got the heat, see the red in my cheeks It's suffocating me, got the hot, hot heat She got the heat from her head to her feet She tried to shake it, shake it, shake it But she just can't beat the Here comes the heat like a fire in me Burnin' up through my blood, got the hot, hot heat He got the heat and he put it on me Like a spell from the devil, now I just can't beat, heat I got the heat, can't beat the heat She got the heat, can't beat the heat He got the heat, can't beat the heat You got the heat

Back On My Feet

The Wilkinsons
I've been lyin' in the shadows In the corner of my room Turned off the lights Gave up the fight There was nothing I could do Then I just woke up one morning And I put on my walkin' shoes, and CHORUS: I'm back on my feet again Had all the heartache one woman can stand Got through the night Took back my life I'm back on my feet again I wasn't sure if I could make it Had to crawl across the floor Through the broken glass Of my shattered past Pushed myself on through the door I took a step out of the darkness I don't need it anymore, no I just woke up one morning And I put on my walkin' shoes, now

Food On The Table

ALABAMA "Roll On"
my dad was a big man with a will that was tough He was at his best when the going was rough He made a living for the family and never had to cheat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet we sat down at the table and thanked god in prayer Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty to wear We had patches on our britches but momma kept us neat We had food on the table and shoes on our feet we picked the cotton and gathered the corn We were taught to work from the day we were born Mom and dad and all us children worked in the summer's heat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet when you sit down at the table thank god in prayer If you've got plenty to eat and plenty to wear If you've got patches on your britches just be sure to keep em neat If you've got food on the table and shoes on your feet

My World (Nas Salute)

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
They threw rose pedals at the feet of the christ when I entered the center Motherfucker I'm cold as the winter My waves were spinnin like blades on pirellis The christian dior shades was drivin them silly It's big willy I came through with them cats from philly Lakers vs heat floor seats you know the dealy Either you love the kid or wanna kill me I'm back at em On fire like cracked atoms They over the hill like wyclef and proswell I'm over the hills like UFOs at roswell You lame I know you guys well If you can name an mc that's flamer than me you high as hell You can't dance with the chancellor One glancell have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula And if they could then you probably would They come close but it's no cigar welcome to my world You arms to short to box with the center of the prophets Aviator shades the stage is a cockpit Leather pelle Lounging at the sofa telle Sippin sam pelegrino eatin ghirardellis I recline and chill twinklin the rag to shine my grill That's that third ward appeal (bitch) Get at me Me and my chick is like JFK and jackie They can't wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me Kidnap my body And fuck up the autopsy But I'm nice like christ you blink twice you hit I'm chillin in college park eatin salmon and grits It's the black ceaser Jesus Hes just, the lyrical monster Boogie man outta the dumpster Black pharoah Jay bowie spittin phat arrows Keep your eye on the sparrow and the fly apparel You ain't ready for war hide your barrel Stay in your lane man chance forf3 surviving is narrow Welcome to my world Deep in the jungle bustin Nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks niggas on the humble hustlin See that game That's the one they call survival man they poppin at five-oh They lowlife pigs who get it how they live They daddys in them court houses givin out bids Choppin niggas on blocks and leavin wickedness Man they broidered the land then they small poxed the witnesses Rapin babies usin ladies as they mistresses Causing choas and disorder That's why the glock on hold The block on swole I built this city on rock and roll Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing Him and Dickll be in hell singing Woe to the hippocrits and infidels screamin niggas can't handle The wrath of the son of man black pan de ma-yo Yeah the flows that scandal... ous I crush any mc who feel the must Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me if I was you id be Scared to death, hit a nigga up, leave him right there in his mess This penicillin I'm spillin leave hair on your chest you feel me You can't beat me kill me I'll be back in three days disguised in the garden with my kicks filthy Told you I was nice like christ the rap angels throw down ice I shine like jewerly in light I can make a true believer out of curious dike Shell be saying wearin heat jabs singing hum through de lair I'll be slinging dice hummin songs on the ave Theyll be sayin man He goin off the path, (uh) But that's on the low tho Beatin cats with no glow Tryin to play me like a hoe But this ain't books and poems or tic tac toe This planets moons quasars and high tech radars You niggas on the grid while jay man stay gone of the radar (AWOL)

I Kill People

JON LAJOIE "I Kill People"
(Did you miss me?) (Oh yeah) (What what MC Vagina's right back in this bitch) (2009 is the year that I recorded this song still not loving police still got love for the vaginal crease) (Player haters beware because...) Guns don't kill people... uh uh I kill people... with guns pow Guns don't kill people... uh uh I kill people... with guns Hey punk-ass gangsters what you lookin' at You think you can front with me you better watch your back Because I have a lot of guns and I can shoot them good I'm a menace from society a boy on the hood I'm invincible like Bruce Willis in the movie Invincible I'm invisible like ...well I'm not really invisible I'm bad like the movie Attack of the Clones I'm dangerous (dangerous) like a fire in a nursing home Old people burning old people burning put your hands up Old people burning old people burning that's kind of messed up What, what you got a problem with this? Maybe I should kick you in the face with my fist Because on top of guns I know karate and ninja stuff So if you come at me I'll trip you then I'll suck your nuts I... I mean you know punch your nuts Sucking them would be gay and I'm totally not gay I'm all about V A G I N A (what) Guns don't kill people... uh uh I kill people... with guns pow Guns don't kill people... uh uh I kill people... with guns If a guy messes with me I shoot him with my load All over his chest and face and down his throat Cause I don't give a fuck I'm crazy like Mel Gibson No wait that just makes me sound racist Listen, I buy a lot of expensive things because I have a lot of money You can't afford expensive things cause you don't have a lot of money Ha ha you want these things but you cannot afford them That means that you're not cool cause you're just a poor person Stupid poor people stupid poor people I have more money than you Stupid poor people stupid poor people You can't even afford food When I show'em my money They want to have sex with me And they always have orgasms Cause my penis is so big 25 inches long and 12 inches thick I'm the Anthony Hopkins of cock, the Albert Einstein of dick I'm The Beatles of cumshots, the Mozart of huge balls The Ann Frank of erections... no that's inappropriate Everybody knows that my rhythms are really tight Like an extra-large condom on my penis that's right My lyrics are like the movie The Shawshank Redemption ...They're really good Guns don't kill people... uh uh I kill people... with guns Guns don't kill people... uh uh I kill people... with guns I've killed so many people that I don't even remember how many people I've killed But it's probably around... 7... thousand 2005 plus 4 pennies Representing the North side C to the ANADA, bitch Oh yeah, women are actually good for four things Cooking, cleaning, vaginas... and their sisters' vaginas

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