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Dum Dums lyrics - It Goes Without Saying

Caught Me In A Trap

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Nothing, nothing is going on in my mind All that I know is I'm getting nothing done Getting nothing done Wasted, roaming the highways and feeling low Wasting my life and I'm getting nothing done Getting nothing done As it's caught me in a trap, there's no going back Future up ahead, I am on the rack Pulling out my hair, but it's making it worse Cos everyday I live is another day wasted Lessons, lessons I've learned in my history Have had no effect and I'm getting nothing done Getting nothing done My schoolbooks, taught me to think like the multitudes And I'm just a clone and I'm getting nothing done Getting nothing done As it's caught me in a trap, there's no going back Future up ahead, I am on the rack Pulling out my hair, but it's making it worse Cos everyday I live is another day wasted On Monday, I get my dole and go to bed, yeah On Tuesday, skip work and watch TV instead On Wednesday, I go out walking in the rain And then comes Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday Monday comes again... As it's caught me in a trap, there's no going back Future up ahead, I am on the rack Pulling out my hair, but it's making it worse Cos everyday I live is another day wasted

Raglan Road

JOAN OSBORNE "I'll Be Around"
On Raglan Road on an Autumn day I saw her first and knew, that her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue. I saw the danger yet I walked along the enchanted way. And I said, 'Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.' On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passions pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay. Oh, I loved too much by such, by such is happiness blown away. I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign that's known to the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone. And word and tint I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her dark hair, like clouds over fields of May. On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now, away from me so hurriedly. My reason must allow, that I had ruled, not as I should. A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Going Bad

TECH N9NE
'Everything was suppose to be all Jesus Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is all Satan Everything was suppose to be all Jesus Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is all Satan (1st Verse) In the new millennium You can't play with nobody's mind Man Deliberately messing up a good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't beautiful We switch to Pharmaceuticals Your nine to five Ain't suitable For the cuticles I'm going bad Currently I keep ending up With even less Than I had Record company Is dealing me something sad How do you expect A man to sit And wait with three kids For you to Figure out What Tech's SINGLE is Going bad I feel like I just might Act a fool When I see ‘em Gotta a nigga Feeling petty Looking forward To perdeium I got some issues Most of these record execs Are soft as tissues Defecate on they self When they here some I'm gon get yous Understand this When a Rogue's at You're trying to hold back His dough sack And try to bozack And he go cock The 4 4 back You chose that So cut these ties And I'll rise Let's compromise Or else I'll hop a plane With my guys QDIII said It ain't all good When you sign with a record label Who ain't Had a hot soundtrack Ever since Boyz N Da Hood (Bridge) I'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now (Hook-Charmelle) This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever (LeCoya LeJuene) No one wants to see An angel in this world In these days To them I am The epitome of evil A found soul Looking to save the lost To them I am death And of not wanting An evil man (2nd Verse) For living expenses They gave me like Thirty-five G's Picture me in a hospital Shot up With thirty I V's That's what I really needed When I found out This drama Trauma Instead of moving I should've kept all that And continued to stay With my girls Momma Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm smoking bud daily Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm going blood crazy Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm struggling like a bad actor Gutter Living Got me sounding like The Madd Rapper The bad influence The bad apple The bad seed That's me The bad people The bad karma The bad breed Mushroom tripping Brain's a mushroom cloud Finding groupies Tugging on my zipper While I'm hanging on To my vows Demons surround me In triple Stage darkness And taunt me They know I'm the good guy Going bad So they want me All my family remembers Way back in the day I was good But they doubt now Disperse I'm going bad Feel me out now (Hook-Charmelle) This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever (LeCoya LeJuene) To say going bad To most Ha Never been good Just getting worst Thoughts to destroy And to tear things apart Thoughts to praise Adore And to love The trick is What voice is telling you what (3rd Verse) Mind state of a pirate I'm irate Used to be cool Till some straight fool Lit the pilot Will I be that Mid-town bound In the middle of a riot Or at a wherehouse Shipping platinum Shaking hands with Violet No love for the bane False foes in the game The Qwest wreck was a shame Twas a journey full of pain But Tech N9NE will remain Hella brave And untame So make way For the reign I'm bringing Highland and Wayne No thanks to Qwest They on the receiving end Of the gun I cursed you Everytime I climb You're getting fired One by one But taking one with me Cause she knows the true meaning Of a modern day hippie Who creates jewels off mushrooms And bombs sticky HOG STYLIN' Mid West Side And Newday And King Tech & Sway These are the people keeping me alive To this day much love QD said You can't make rell With a label who let Tipper Gore talk shit And made ‘em take Ice T's cop killer Off the shelves (Bridge) I'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad So rough I'm going Bad No church I'm going Bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now (Hook-Charmelle) This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever (LeCoya LeJuene) Right now I can't distinguish Which voice I'm listening to Am I evil Or just another lost soul Going bad Or just been bad And getting worst

47 Goonz

JOEY BADA$$ "Summer Knights"
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again Hit it from the back, she a addict within I got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him" She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims Remember it like it was yesterday Another case of "I fucked your bitch, nigga" but a more clever way Caught in the room the elevate, said if you ever may Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay Catch me somersaulting my eyelids Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live So it's make believe, rather unique Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats And they all got tricks up they sleeve [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] Mansion on the bridge, Mary Jane, fuck your cigarette I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry 47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes What's the verdict? Nothing but a fucking disgrace, nigga [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught Then get bitched like the bitch she brought, throw your fit then walk When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts There's no giving when they take what you got Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smocksie Art what we drop, dropping car with Da Vinci, whimpering Leave that risk to your Pros Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala There's arrogant cops who stay intruding Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution Them wack rappers who track-eluding Critic is a random student who use the era as a new rap influence Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid I still kill and you can't lose it

Pools Of Mercury

Jim Carroll "Pools of Mercury"
Sirens begin, the red light spins Hungry go the thieves Betty's in the sandbox trying to detox She always wears long sleeves Desdemona in a red kimona can't get off the bench Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't move Someone better find a wrench Got no past, they can't last Future's like a curse What's best for them is always bought at the price of something worse Wren's heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes Her baby's in a Brillo box She's on one knee with key after key Trying to find the right lock By the pulp of her fears and the shape of her tears you can tell tomorrow's weather She bends her skin in the shape of her sins To keep herself together Got no past, they can't last The future's like a hearse What's best for them is always bought at the price of something worse Got no past, I can't last The future's like a curse I'm swimming in pools of mercury Making sense of the end of the century They want to -- outside They want to -- outside They want to scream outside They want to search outside They want to lose outside They want to beg outside They want to have sex outside They want to -- outside They want to pray outside They want to buy outside They want to dream outside They want to pine outside They want to -- outside They want to sleep They only want to be alone outside Carl's been burned Better return him back to central casting Jen grows weaker her soul sneakers Are useless without laces So she rides the snake till she grows wings And flies to better places Got no past, they can't last The future's like a hearse What's best for them is always bought at the price of something worse Got no past, I can't last The future's like a curse I'm swimming in pools of mercury Making sense of the end of the century It's dawn, their faces worn Rain like a female feathers I'm swimming in pools of mercury Making sense of the end of the century Got no past, they can't last The future's like a hearse What's best for them is always bought at the price of something worse

Make It For The Ruff (Bonus)

Maestro Fresh Wes "Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!"
Naaah, dis kid can't be from Canada?!! CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes Showbiz] We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff We make it for the people that can never get enough We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff We make it for the people that can never get enough [Maestro Fresh Wes] Everybody go side to side, and glide to the vibe Turn yourself around and make your backbone slide LT drops the needle on the plastic Things are getting kind of drastic But I want to make a mill, so I can't stay still I got to write a classic No need to ask if the radio's gonna blast it Listen to the brass, whip a kick a fram 'Til the lamb to the other lamb, now you're spastic I've never made a movie in my life But if Wesley snipe, he guarentee to take your life On the mic mech I'm rifling, suckers I be stifling You gonharea, I'm tetracycline I ain't a stud but the hotties at the club whistle Never dropped a dud, blood drizzles like a scud missle 'Cause on the scene I'm much meaner (yeah) And I'm about to blow the fuck up like Hiroshima I want to see the party peple move to the rhythmn As I kick flavs on the mic mechanism Show's beats are crisp and I flip the script It's going to go like this CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] It's the return of the sperm donor And the owner of the boner diploma Fresh Wes is taking over I can't sing like Boyz II Men or Jodeci But women take a shower when they get off the phone with me I stalk skins and then I rock skins on box springs They clinging my ding-a-ling-a-linging for offspring But they don't understand me, I got to see the Ramsey Before I see the bamsey, but that's still besides the point All I really want to do is rock the joint Beacuse I'm big and I'm bad, it's too easy for a nigga to brag So what I try to do is toss a little zig and a zag and zig again Just like my nigga Jimmy King of Michigan I'm dropping punks like dominoes Even your pops will say (Fresh Wes is phenomenal) See, I even got your dad on the rhythmn As I kick flavs on the mic mechanism Show's beats are crisp and I flip the script It's going to go like this CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] (We love you Maestro) yeah, that's what my fans will shout But don't sweat my dick yet, wait 'til my album's out 'Cause there's more up my sleave And like Mobb Deep said (it's the flav for the non-believe) I steal the show like a larsonist Smoke the microphone like an arsonist Don't ask me if I'm fresh, 'cause it's obvious So just applause to this, defness Because you know freshness is next to Godliness Maestro is a lander, a commander When the microphone's in my hand it is panda- Monium on a podium, I'm showing, blowing them up Like I'm sodium nitrate, as I shake the auditorium So just move to the rhythmn As I kick flavs on the mic mechanism Show's beats are crisp and I flip the script It's going to go like this CHORUS X2 OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, going out to Farley Flex, Maximum Definitive You know what I'm saying Raggamuffin Rascalz, the Funky Migraine making it for the ruff yo LTD makes it for the ruff Exhibit FDRK is making it for the ruff Lord Finesse is making it for the ruff My man Perfection Showbix and AG are definitely making it for the ruff And in case you don't know by now the Maestro Fresh Wes Is making it for the ruff, yo '93 blowing up like the World Trade Center I'm out

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