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IRON & WINE lyrics

In My Lady's House

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there is light in my lady's house and there's none but some falling rain this like a spoken word she is more than her thousand names no hands are half as gentle or firm as they like to be thank God you see me the way you do strange as you are to me it is good in my lady's house and the shape that her body makes love is a fragile word in the air on the length we lay no hands are half as gentle or firm as they like to be thank God you see me the way you do strange as you are to me

Run Up On Ya

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Intro - Joey BADA$$:] Yeah, run up on ya bitch like Probably run up on ya bitch like [Verse 1 - Joey BADA$$:] Lord, can I get a bad bitch? High class whip, be above the average Headed north west, that two seater Kardashian Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting Face two stacks and then be back into this action No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with That match with, give me what I'm askin' The lady in the streets appear beast on that mattress That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack with But you could be a liability or fat (ass)et How real is that ass miss? Bend that shit backwards Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a password Bet that pussy's last word is master Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that astronaut That's NASA thought, be that young fly, nasty one Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slipping, hon [Hook - Elle Varner:] So let's just ride away We could die today Got no time to waste So just roll with me, baby Ride or die Always by your side Until the end of time Driving me crazy [Verse 2 - Joey BADA$$:] First thing's first, I, Joey Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies The hoes love me, get down before the money Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny Just never worry, chinchillas in February Vanilla, that's when you ready Check the itinerary whenever it's necessary Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace The Margiela to Doneva Fool less it's planned and everything is in control So hit the gas and let's go It's no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy And she just can't stop looking, she like it raw Real spitter and all and that's the word of mouth And let her sit in the jaw I'm so nasty, please just walk past me So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right away We could hit the bank then escape to the hideaway Is you riding, riding with me? Is you riding? Is you riding, riding with me? Is you riding? [Hook] [Verse 3 - Action Bronson:] Getting head in the whip and not crashing it FILA Velour shorts set, half Arabic I sit in dove room with candle lit Tell little mama handle it Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your skirt up I really remember reading Word Up Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters Hanging on your shorties wall I still be fucking women half my age when I'm 44 Young skin, a winning personality Hard dick, million dollar salary These cheating refs calling fouls on me Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap You'll need low jack to define your whole back Euros'll get down, you know that Swimming trunks and throwback Yeah, you know that [Hook]

Fat

WEIRD AL YANKOVIC "Even Worse"
Your butt is wide, well mine is too Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you The word is out, better treat me right 'Cause I'm the king of cellulite Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right My zippers bust, my buckles break I'm too much man for you to take The pavement cracks when I fall down I've got more chins than Chinatown Well, I've never used a phone booth And I've never seen my toes When I'm goin' to the movies I take up seven rows Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) Don'tcha call me pudgy, portly or stout Just now tell me once again who's fat When I walk out to get my mail It measures on the Richter scale Down at the beach I'm a lucky man I'm the only one who gets a tan If I have one more pie a la mode I'm gonna need my own zip code When you're only having seconds I'm having twenty-thirds When I go to get my shoes shined I gotta take their word Because I'm fat, I'm fat, sha mone (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds Lemme tell you once again who's fat If you see me comin' your way Better give me plenty space If I tell you that I'm hungry Then won't you feed my face Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) Woo woo woo, when I sit around the house I really sit around the house You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know, you know, you know, come on (Fat, fat, really really fat) And you know all by myself I'm a crowd Lemme tell you once again You know I'm huge, I'm fat, you know it (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, you know, hoo (Fat, fat, really really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know (Fat, fat, really really fat) And the whole world knows I'm fat and I'm proud Just tell me once again who's fat

Half Open Door

ANE BRUN "A Temporary Dive"
When I was a little girl and I couldn't fall asleep My mother left the door half open so that I could feel at ease Then she would wander around the house at night singing made up songs for me I never felt alone or lonely when she sang so softly Around the corner of our house There's some people hanging out every day They are always worried Chasing something they believe they need to survive It's not rain or light From my half open door in the night When I was a little girl and I couldn't fall asleep My mother left the door half open so that I could feel at ease As she would wander around the house at night singing made up songs for me I never felt alone or lonely when she sang so softly Around the corner of our house There's some people hanging out every day They are always worried Chasing something they believe they need to survive It's not rain or light From my half open door in the night When I was young and fell ill I always wanted this That my mother would put her warm hands on my head I still want this

Victor Jara

ARLO GUTHRIE "Amigo"
words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie Victor Jara of Chile Lived like a shooting star He fought for the people of Chile With his songs and his guitar His hands were gentle, his hands were strong Victor Jara was a peasant He worked from a few years old He sat upon his father's plow And watched the earth unfold His hands were gentle, his hands were strong Now when the neighbors had a wedding Or one of their children died His mother sang all night for them With Victor by her side His hands were gentle, his hands were strong He grew up to be a fighter Against the people's wrongs He listened to their grief and joy And turned them into songs His hands were gentle, his hands were strong He sang about the copper miners And those who worked the land He sang about the factory workers And they knew he was their man His hands were gentle, his hands were strong He campaigned for Allende Working night and day He sang Take hold of your brothers hand You know the future begins today His hands were gentle, his hands were strong Then the generals seized Chile They arrested Victor then They caged him in a stadium With five-thousand frightened men His hands were gentle, his hands were strong Victor stood in the stadium His voice was brave and strong And he sang for his fellow prisoners Till the guards cut short his song His hands were gentle, his hands were strong They broke the bones in both his hands They beat him on the head They tore him with electric shocks And then they shot him dead His hands were gentle, his hands were strong Repeat first verse

Doe Or Die

AZ "Doe Or Die"
[Featuring Jermaine Dupri (JD)] [J.D.] SoSoDef (what?) Huh, yeah I don't dance ... I mash (It's like dis doe) AZ, come on [AZ the Visualiza] It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one The crew won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight Holy mics, bein guarded -- by Jehovah's light Jewels drapin, in a Coupe slidin cruise tape in for my troops I was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah) Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn I play this life, homey besides on the status either play it right, or then vibe until the madness Monopolize, position wise watch the rise It's prophesized, see the two and drop fives Chorus: Jermaine Dupri Erybody hands up, AZ and JD Whole club get it krunk, the drinks is on me I keep the dancefloor lit, ladies shakin they hips spendin all the chips makin nuttin but hits, what? (A, Z, play my song Rock me all night long, rock me all night long) [AZ the Visualiza] Salute me, rock silk and linen over Gucci's Iced out, platinum Roley -- with the rubies Baby uzis, Perrier make me woozy Sweet jacuzzi, it's live my life like a movie Connect doe, pimped off the Henny X-O Sex slow, *fuck* on Chanel velcro (ha ha ha) Visualize that, bought a sailboat, try and buy that Besides that, hustle forever -- never sidetracked Sightseein, pretty ladies in the white B.M. Out of state plates invitin me in Got my mind on this paper chase -- sorta strung No longer gotta scrape the plate -- it's more to come Respect how these streets made me -- why play me I'm half crazy, half of ? half Navy So who it be? You or me, ten a key Intensively, I know you players envy me Chorus [JD] C'mon [AZ the Visualiza] Come mingle with the illest minds, of mankind Taught to shine, built out of crew and crime Respect squares, straight shots burn your chest hairs Chancin black, wish I had less shares It's like a roller coaster, street life'll comatose ya Cologne's kosher, a man's own is through his culture Trapped in the arms of Satan, congregatin Conversatin, thoughts way beyond relation It's truth or deal, chose ones move sincere Keep the youth aware, Supreme Court -- the proof is here Chorus [Jermaine Dupri] Ha ha, now everybody in the house just Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands Uh, stomp your feet, uh-uh-uh, stomp your feet Just, clap your hands, uh-huh, clap your hands Uh, stomp your feet... AZ and JD

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