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David Ball lyrics - Amigo

Loser Friendly

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Paul Craft/Wood Newton/Michael McGrew) The do into the tavern Opens easy in my hand I get an understanding smile From my bartender friend He pours me a double Nothing 'bout it seems too hard Opens up a tab for me With my credit card... (It's so...) Loser friendly,loser friendly Everything is easy as can be Loser friendly,loser friendly Friendly to a loser such as me The girl who waits on tables Comes up behind my chair Helps me with a hand or two Of video solitaire She leans in close and whispers Are you all alone I get off in a little while If you'd like to take me home... (She's so...) Loser friendly,loser friendly Everything is easy as can be Loser friendly,loser friendly Friendly to a loser such as me We all have our ups and downs The rain must fall some days But when it does it's good to know You can find this kind of place... (It's so...) Loser friendly,loser friendly Everything is easy as can be Loser friendly,loser friendly Friendly to a loser such as me

Life Ain't Easy

MASTER P "Only God Can Judge Me"
(feat. C-Murder, Porshe) [police siren] [Master P as cop] Driver, slowly step out of the vehicle Passenger, keep your hands up high You don't have a right to remain silent Anything I write in this report is gonna be fuckin used against you, hahaha Where dey at - where dey at, where dey at [Porshe - repeat over other vocals] Life ain't easy (life ain't easy) I know they comin for me (comin for me) [C-Murder] This ghetto got me strapped I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time This ghetto got me strapped I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time Is you scared or is you real Cause yo' face is kinda pale I know these streets is kinda hard but me, I'm bout my fuckin mail They say that evil lurks in the dark, and the trigger gots no heart I've been doin this shit from the start and yeah my bite is worse than my bark Nigga please, I'm a motherfuckin dog ass nigga Steady reppin on them hoes and I'm steppin on them niggaz Bitch I thought that you was hard, til I caught you in yo' garage and I hit you with that , now you tryin to press some charges like a bitch - talkin bout, 'It's all good - I ain't trippin' Shook my hand - but man, I can't wait to catch you slippin in the STREETS, cause I'm crazy gang related, and it's FUCKED UP Them bitches tryin to ban me cause my music get y'all bucked up Fuck! [Porshe - repeat over other vocals] Life ain't easy (life ain't easy) I know they comin for me (comin for me) [C-Murder] This ghetto got me strapped I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time This ghetto got me strapped I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time [Master P] Did you fear me when you see me Look in the mirror you wanted to be me Put on your Converse and your green cause you thought that you had seen me Now you afraid of the real For that you better guard your grill I'm the Candyman I'm Master P and you might get spilled For the lights and I'ma shine like Joe the Jeweler See I'm a big bout it Benz and you a sixty-nine Cougar Ahahahaha [tires peel out] [police siren chases]

Slow Hand

CONWAY TWITTY
As the midnight moon was driftin' through The lazy sway of the trees I saw the look in your eyes, Looking into the night Not seeing what you wanted to see Darlin', don't say a word, I've already heard What your body's sayin' to mine You're tired of fast moves You've got a slow groove On your mind You want a man with a slow hand You want a lover with an easy touch You want somebody who will spend some time Not come and go in a heated rush Baby, believe me I understand When it comes to love, You want a slow hand --- On shadowed ground, With no one around And a blanket of stars in our eyes Hey, we're drifting free, Like two lost leaves On the crazy wind of the night Darlin', don't say a word, I've already heard What your body's sayin' to mine If you want all night You know it's alright I've got time You've got a man with a slow hand You've got a lover with an easy touch You've got somebody who will spend some time Not come and go in a heated rush Baby, believe me I understand When it comes to love, You want a slow hand You want a lover with an easy touch You've got somebody who will spend some time Not come and go in a heated rush

Forget About Us

TIM MCGRAW "Set This Circus Down"
I'm gonna drive on out to the river tonight Find a quiet spot, turn on my parking lights I'm gonna drink some beers, try to catch a buzz Turn my radio up and forget about us I'm gonna lay me down on the hood of this car Make another wish upon a falling star I'm gonna think again about the way it was I'm gonna close my eyes and forget about us I know it won't be easy but I've got a plan To just let my memory let go of your hand I'm gonna miss your touch But I know I must forget about us And when the morning sun burns across my face I'll put my shirt back on, get up and walk away I'm gonna climb my frame onto a Greyhound bus Take a little blue pill and forget about us I know it won't be easy but I've got a plan To just let my memory let go of your hand I'm gonna miss your touch But I know I must forget about us [Spoken:] By the time I get to Phoenix, I won't know your name Those soft green eyes, your warm skin And the way you say 'Good morning' I'll be alright

Drowse

QUEEN "A Day At The Races"
It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall It's the mistier mist The hazier days The brighter sun And the easier lays There's all the more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays That bored you to rages of tears The unending pleading, to waste all your good times In thoughts of your middle aged years It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told For the everyday hero it all turns to zero And there's all the more reason for living or dying When you're young and your troubles are all very small Out here on the street We'd gather and meet And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet And half of the time We'd broaden our minds More in the poolhall than we did in the schoolhall With the downtown chewing-gum bums Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun Never wanted to be the boy next door Always thought I'd be something more But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy It ain't easy at all Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong It's easier from an armchair Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Oh no, Jimi Hendrix, he looks good Let's try William The Conqueror Now who else do I like?

Longevity

J Live "Apokalipse"
With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic The mouth gets kinetically energetic its simple as your alphabetics My words you mark and never mock long as my name has been Jean Jacques I keep you open like your pupils in the dark. Dogs bark at the gate to negate what I create Still I write rhymes regardless of the stop signs In tough times or nice times For shade or for sunshine Throughout time all times have been the right time, to recite mine To mankind Who wants mine, come get mine You best combine minds Before you cross that fine line And say who is so called inclined Press rewind You'll find if you're blind, you can't see How this defines and redefines M U S I C Who I be H I P H O P, you know we As them strangers That some wish they could be or not to be Impossibly As it transcends from hte pen, to the key to the mind You will find an emcee, good enough to envy As long as I'm alive It'll send me to that next shit That some just can't get wit' or F with My almamada tolf you that it don'y quit kid, it don'y start until it all seems to be so easy Chorus: Easy, Emcee is my ambition, The incredible, lyrical and original emcee is my ambition Who in their right minds thinks they can put a stop to hip hop If it don't stop till I stop And I don't stop till it stop Fake emcees that soak props like rag mops must get dropped Risin' to the top of the bottom That's how I got 'em If your hearts glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor Whose style do you suppose Reaches higher plateaus While you kick those sellout flows In hope to sell out shows But get your spots taken easy as the wind blos J remains repin all the heads whole steppin Whose style shall be the illest With or without the weapon With or without a doubt I maintain with just the facts Improving skills with or without the record contracts And yet still If that beez the case my presence was a gift in its own right So I remain strong Long as Hands cap on Snare drums tap on J's word stays bond And cornballs who rap get snapped on Live lyrics will be just that Just phat Just right for all those who feel my flavors tight I'm dedicated to the flow The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seems so easy Chorus As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical scaffolds Heads are battled as tracks are travelled You're unraveled Or should I say unrapped in this world where mics get checked and all cornballs get slapped Alright rhymes get rewritten No bullshittin Perfected JL run point and stays on it Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts Freestyles make toes wanna paydownponit Do anything but lay down on it Anestesiatics get trapped like rats in attics To craftmatics but then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in your almanacs infact I let my glory be that never ending story Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me Cause yo From this old school comes a new degree Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy

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