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JOHN HIATT lyrics - Mystic Pinball

It All Comes Back Someday

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You shot bolt upright in the middle of the dark As she drove her motorcycle through the trailer park A hundred miles an hour, no helmet on her head 'Til that concrete drain was runnin' cherry red Used to sit and drink coffee at the Waffle House Had to spin up her wheels just to get it out [Chorus:] Now it all comes back to haunt you Yeah, it comes back anytime it wants to It all comes back through the holes and the cracks Where you thought you let it slip away Yeah, it all comes back some day Feelin' bad about yourself, you were seven years old So you got her in the bushes where you had some control Tied up her hands so she couldn't fight fair Threw a jar of silver model car paint in her hair After all these years does the shoe still fit? Have you only just now started wearin' it? [Chorus] The way she combed her hair Straight across a minute where you could have died You thought love was something that you had to hide To survive All those lives you thought you lived away There ain't a one showin' any kinda sign of decay They're all stacked on your head like infinity's crown The truth is you ain't never lived anything down You're bound up forever to the blood on the trail To the tires on the gravel to the rust on the rail [Chorus]

I'm Real

Starting Line
whats my name (blowing back on this marry jane im analyzin the game) And the game done chose me (to bring pain to pussy niggaz and pussy hoes, its one in the same) Ever since u told me (there's only room for 2, i've been making less room for you) Not only god could hold me (hug my, love me, judge me, the only man that help is above me, holla) I met so many WOmen its like they're all the same My apitie for loving is now my hunger pain And when im feeing sexy who's gonna comfort me? My only problem is their insecurity (tired of being alone) yeah yeah ( arguing on the phone) yeah yeah ( telling all ur friends)yeah yeah ( youll never understand)my love cuz im real(the way u walk the way u move the way u talk) cuz im real(the way u stare the way u look ur style ur hair) cuz im real(the way u smile the way u smell it drives me wild) cuz im real and i cant go on without u Girl, I've been thinkin' bout this relationship And I wanna know is this as good as it gets Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times But it was our time, even if it was part-time My baby lookin' at me, smilin' at me, laughin' like we wasn't happy But not knowin', ever growin' and we're gettin' married Hard lovin' and straight thuggin' Bitch, I ain't doin' this for nuttin' I'm here to get it poppin', hoppin, let's ride up in the Benz Hair blowin' in the wind, sun glistenin' off my skin, hey I'm nasty, heh, you know me But you still don't mess with your baby cuz im real(the way u walk the way u move the way u talk) cuz im real(the way u stare the way u look ur style ur hair) cuz im real(the way u smile the way u smell it drives me wild) cuz im real and i cant go on without u now people loving me and hating me treating me ungreatfully but not knowin that they aint making or breaking me my life i live it to the limit and i love it now i can breath again baby now i can breath again now people screaming whats the deal with me and so and so i tell the niggaz mind ya biz but they dont hear me though my life i live it to the limit and i love it now i can breath again baby now i can breath again (tired of being alone) yeah yeah ( arguing on the phone) yeah yeah ( telling all ur friends)yeah yeah ( nigga dont understand)my love cuz im real(the way u walk the way u move the way u talk) cuz im real(the way u stare the way u look ur style ur hair) cuz im real(the way u smile the way u smell it drives me wild) cuz im real and i cant go on without u,and i cant go on without u


Chorus: Black Thought: (2X) You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in your section and throughout your section In your area, throughout your whole section, yo... Black Thought: Y'all know the dynasty, the Roots repertoire The lieutenant from the reservoir, serve the spar The injurar, preditar of a competitar I send MCs where the paramedics are At first, I'm like 'nah', I'm nonchalant from afar Then strike to cut the fake rap star jugular With irregular balance of the cat burgla-rar Known to parlay with Garcia Vega cigars I know the flavor because me and the thugs minds are mutual We congruent, lay on the corner with the trauma unit I'm from the lab where the bomb's distibuted So never try to duplicate the skills executed Son you'd get electrocuted from the worldwide reputed Shine like nickel heat that blow your mind when I shoot it Some know me as the man that's from the Roots crew Others as the bad lieutenant of Snyder Avenue We go an eye for an eye Behead like a samurai that'll command the dynasty until he die Who will imply that I lack a-biliti? Make your words known, amplify the u-tiliti I'm crooked like the 'I' on a toxic malt liquor The land whipper, the Dom Perignon champ sipper The fifth'll bring it all together like the zipper on a butter leather The bad lieu a bring the bad weather So to whoever got riff, let it rest Reflect, then recollect on the way it was set It's the veteran architect that flows with the rhythm of sex Be on the low shotgun in the Lex With my man low to flex I'm restin where they handle the Tecs And the lyrical vandal is next flow So my man, my mizza, my man M-ilitant, what's the master plan? Once again... chorus: Malik B. Peep the oratory, niggaz bore me with theatrics Moms listen to they daughter story about my packets The adverse is on your table, stabilize emotion A soldier at ease, but on post of up most in Brag and boast in my anecdotes that choke Invade your whole terrain, you feel the pain provoke When I breaststroke your wavelength of intensity My alliance bring forth to you an entity Your whole vicinity, I contaminate with hate Got no time to debate, but hold up wait, sit straight It's in mil, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket MCs you can't tell I expel, you get evicted From out your misery, serve your ass with my delivery Allah makes the ground you steppin on shivery Permanent tears run through your thoughts you queers It's all upstairs, where there's a crowd, table and chairs For years, been on the mic, I'm like a dike with stairs When I strike, I stay severe, niggaz stay low in they glare From over here, my Range Rover square to blast offside Switch the pitch from southpaw to unorthodox I shock your brain with the miscellaneous Who beez the zaniest...nigga with words that are spontaneous? Black Thought: A yo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van Lyrical contraband, controllin your command and... chorus: Black Thought: All the way live from 2-1-5, all the way live from the 6-1-0 Gettin cash, get the gusto One time, it's the dynasty flow Runnin it down the line, it's another Yeah, you in tune to another ill 5th dynasty production baby (fading out)

It's Lik Dat

Das EFX "Straight Up Sewaside"
Intro/Hook (x16): It's lik dat y'all Verse 1: Dray, Books Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the freak up If niggas got some beef then *?goget?* boy had better speak up Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it when they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to Philly I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that crap Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the spot So now I pass the mic so that my nigga Books can rock Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise for the roughnecks and G's, I'm swingin somethin but the function Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up Do your [fuckin] vest up just to make a mess, umm 2-1 - use to run it wild with the young'n The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n' Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin Since I'm livin rough I gots ta give it up to Brooklyn Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, I'm just the dirt until it's time for me to split, chill, I got to murd.... Hook (x16) Verse 2: Dray, Skoob Yeah yeah Well comin back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear like I'm a genie Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's just a warning Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer like ???? I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor I roll with PMD, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call Medusa When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son I run thru rappers like my name was Harry Dickerson Now ain't that a bitch, I switched up my pitch So you can stay real kid, but I'ma stay rich Aight, I kicks my style from Brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this so I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested in The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony Ass backwards like crab, cheese and macaroni Good grief, some try to rock it, G, they need to knock it itoff They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoft For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me I'll get flyer than that 23 on Mr.Jordan's jersey Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit up The night that they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some skins to hit up Now I wait for Solid Scheme to bring the beat back Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that 1-2 Hook to fade

Keep Off The Grass

[Sample] All these faking motherfuckers never true to they craft My style it give you boost just like a shoe to that ass Smoke the drug, got the the Krug and in the glass Nice socks, switch foot, Asian hooker and she fluent in math James Brown shoes, the H-town groove Big body slide through it like the Greyhound move Ain't no rocking me to sleep, baby, you ain't that smooth You want a sucker and I ain't that dude I'm 'bout the money Know when you hear me always hit you with the raw rhythm You look confused and out of focus; autism Ain't no developmental problems on this, I kid Just big whips and chicks with big lips and thick thighs My people flip pies, and quick to flick knives Take the laziest shorty and take a quick dive Paint a struggle how my motherfucking clique rides Quit babysitting hit this spliff before the shit dies Bitch [Sample] I'm looking crispy like a chicken cutlet One wish is, get rich before I kick the bucket Know that Bronson's eating supper Hoping the gun don't jam like Smuckers Weed inside the Mason jar, leaning like racing car Papa Shango, the monster in your mother's bed Blunt of regs, and some lead turn the gutter red 7-40 ? snitches, with butter left 11 dollars worth of bounty on your brothers head You know the scent YSL and some good smoke I'm on the top she on the bottom like footnote Jet head cover my head New Yorker born and raised, so I'm repping 'til I'm dead Galaxy of Queens most diverse in the world Live in my borough Albanian father ran into my Jewish mother Swept her feet probably laid her on the blueish cover Now I'm here see me fresher than the newest summer Fuck, faggot, pussy [Sample]

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

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