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JIM JONES lyrics - F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2

Sleep When You're Dead

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I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Up early like I'm ready for work Fuck that, I'm up early like I'm ready for church Better yet, like I'm ready to murk Tray pound, ski mask, gloves on like I'm ready for dirt I'm just doin' my thang, reppin' my city I bang And we be that gang, movin that caine Gettin it soft, flippin' it hard then move it again Get in that kitty, gettin that cake, I'm just chasin my dreams man This part of my game plan Queens nigga, south side Your girl with me, her mouth wide I'm out chea goin' shinny just like I'm all clear Niggas talk tough, don't believe them at all Like leafs they fall before winter, nigga I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead And if they'll give me life I guess I'll sleep in the feds And even if a nigga gotta sleep in the feds It's death before dishonor, I'm a G 'til I'm dead No matter if they throw a nigga under the jail Where I'm from, loose lips they cut your tongue if you tell To my ginger bread niggas runnin', jumpin' the bail Drop a bag on their head then boys comin' to kill And if that bag get dropped you know we comin' to kill Better turn to ginger bread and get to runnin' for real You know the street's cold (my heart colder) Have the homies clean your clock when you start your Rover I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Out the pussy drowsy on the wake up Quarter brick taped up Love this bitch, suck a mean dick, and hook a steak up Fiends hit the other line waiting Motherfucker, just be patient Yellow stones on watch faces Bird's out the trunk, turn the zippies into briefs Niggas hit Collins ave for hoes to see the beach I play the room with a bitch and go to sleep Niggas think I'm movin' left but Sen found a new connect Watch how I make this rock shine Deuce bitch to a dime, get you out that'09 My niggas say they need driveways with Ferrari's Make a call and come and get you Curl You like some calamari motherfucker I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)

Whisky Lullabies

JANET DEVLIN "Running With Scissors"
When I was a child they'd ask me where it hurt and wipe the tears from my eyes Sure embraces, gentle forehead kisses making sure that I was alright As I grew older and the nights grew shorter I no longer cared where it hurt All I hear is, Whisky Lullabies there to cradle me to sleep All I hear is, Whisky Lullabies there to cradle me to sleep Scars they heal in time the raw wounds on my mind they aren't so easily fixed You can't mend what isn't broken Kind words are rarely spoken in time I will learn this But I grow older and the nights grow shorter drowning as I sink or swim All I hear is, Whisky Lullabies there to cradle me to sleep All I hear is, Whisky Lullabies there to cradle me to sleep Sticks and stones they break me to the bone Words they cut they will always hurt me Please be my saving Grace Please be my saving Grace How to answer all my prayers Please be my saving Grace All I hear is, Whisky Lullabies there to cradle me to sleep and all I hear is, Whisky Lullabies there to cradle me to sleep Sticks and stones they break me to the bone Words they cut, they will always hurt me Sticks and stones they break me to the bone Words they cut, they will always hurt me

Sawtooth Grin

Bloodlet "Seraphim Fall"
Hold tight this ride holds time. Knows you inside and out. Knows you're burning inside and you need him. She needs, and he knows why she's bleeding. So he goes back and forth again and again. Underneath the freeway. Alone his own king invincible. If the sound you hear screams spirit and the mind no longer know. If the sound you make is swollen then the mess just grows and grows. Bleed for a while, bleed for a while. Close your hands for a hundred miles. Can I savor one last sentiment. A closing comment is just a dancing regret. Soul bliss. This kid screamed while running down the ledge. Why not hide what you contrive, while kneeling by the bed? This wall bleeds that I lean on, It's everything for the condemned. Ten kids quit teeth, one kid goes deep. Aligned. He knows what he does and why. He saw him go back and forth again and again. Underneath his freeway. Destroyed. Three in the head, one in the leg. He's dead, he's dead, he's dead. If the sound you hear screams spirit and the mind no longer knows. If the sound you make is swollen then the mess just grows and grows. A separate piece no longer this gestation grows. His destiny is beginning to swell. He can't take away more of this. He know they'll be coming after him in droves. Now he sees the line from the other side. Witch the night, the joining is the line and it too reminds. You can't hear the singing. Not while you see. It swells and justifies.

Dead Pan

AESOP ROCK
This be the dawning of the age of dead water Stitchin every b-boy fragment Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up This is a right now generation murdered by the fan base This is adored by the writers-Dead water With a still force activated No I'm not feelin alright Formed by the village of badness and bad karma Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back But by the window's still three nickels in a piggy bank Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains Flashed automatic b-boy with big visions In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked starship Who better nation a million's the only remedy Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece Take Me Through The Gates I'm bout as sick of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume Con artist kamikaze conduct Warm for a second to the minute he whored herself to disaster I recognize the cankers by the mechanical stagger As opposed to the skip of big brother bad slapper Theologies who need to keep the cookies caffeinated like a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask after Calibrate the happy scale when he's soakin wet with a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it tipped zero Stripped ego, tall stories of broad glory I'll be god while you're still living life on a full 40 Or maybe I'll be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity I drink a bad glass of gumption Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning disgusting Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones I committed wild murder, went through the city with a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle burner Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor days Right now, I'm here to break a point of big system plus my screen I was never cursed in a russmeyer bixon Spit sob stories to confront my dick addictions Of the dirty basement at the graves of Salem witches Driving my stake through the face of painstaking business (checkmate) But I scream Misery (better breath take) Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, little Jackie paper and a magic dragon sack of dirty shrubbery I'll be the ugliest version of paranoia kingpin set in motion by the secondhand pressure Some get excited when the sun folds under Some get excited when the summer hits the pavement Some get excited when the bullet hits bone and a board I'll escape through the train yard and sleep till it's broken [same old] This be the settling of debt of warm water A mobile b-boy function Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain with a fist up This is the dagger in the 88 magnificent memorial This is the heater to a movement-dead water When I broke fifth and got sparks No I'm not feelin alright This be the windshear dodgin dead water Solitary b-boy wonder Somebody fresh enough to reinvent the court with a fist up This is the funky outline around a classic breakbeat This is an agitated moment-dead water With a burnt future, beaten, ugly No I'm not feelin' alright

Locked Doors (Transit Demo)

JACK'S MANNEQUIN "People And Things"
Okay, take a look, look, look at you Gotta match the face with the feeling Check the flash, record, start the healing Right now... right now... Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, start again It's hard admitting you're not fitting with your old friends The clock is ticking, and the clicking is the only thing in your head In your head Pieces of your love life Came crashing down And breaking up And locked doors aren't that hard to bust through Did you stay true to what's been true to you? When all of the wreckage settles Will all of your precious metals Sleep with you like the devil who seduced you? You'd better get used to waking up alone Okay, take a look, look, look at this It's a wreck, a wreck is what you needed Check the stats; you're better when you're bleeding I'll wash my hands, these bloody prints So stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, start again It's hard admitting you're not fitting with your old friends It's so disarming watching all the walls come closing in In on you, you've got no clue; one, two... Pieces of your love life Came crashing down And breaking up And locked doors aren't that hard to bust through Did you stay true to what's been true to you? When all of the wreckage settles Will all of your precious metals Sleep with you like the devil who seduced you? You'd better get used to waking up alone Oh, whoa, my head is screaming at me It's screaming at me, 'cause I Put my money where your mouth was, mouth was Tastes good, does it? Can't sleep because it always was the... Pieces of your love life Came crashing down You're breaking up These locked doors aren't that hard to bust through Did you stay true to what's been true to you? When all of the wreckage settles Will all of your precious metals Sleep with you like the devil who seduced you? Well, you better get used to waking up alone You better get used to waking up alone...

Sundress

Tom Buffalo "Sleepy Eyed"
I wanna hear your sad sad voice come to me loud and clear I wanna hear your lips and tongue form the words no ears should hear And I wanna watch you while your face reddens with fear And watch your eyes get all clouded up with tears This thing is such a stupid mess So nuts you never would have guessed You better watch yourself Your words just tell Watching your sundress just blowing in the breeze This time of year I want to breathe but I just sneeze And the sunshine is just killing me my degrees I go to smell the roses just to get stung by the bees Your words just free me day by day You better watch the things you say Button your lip Your tongue just slips I don't need to read about myself in other towns I don't want to hear all you have seen or what you've found And when you turn for the second go around Just keep your mouth shut and your ear down to the ground Your words just free me day by day You better watch the things you say Button your lip Your tongue just slips

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