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JON BELLION lyrics - Scattered Thoughts Vol. 1

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[Intro:] Okay so I wrote this song drunk And I'm recording this song drunk So this is for her [Hook:] I'm staring at old picture frames I think I kinda miss your face Maybe we could spend the day Remember how we used to lay down And you know you don't have as much fun with anyone else And you know that this beer won't drink itself Hehehe, oh, oh [Verse 1:] Haven't seen you since last December You're even prettier than I remember Oh, you're like a breath of fresh air I would take in Is it weird I wish you were naked Oh, you love my jokes I said "oh, you always loved my jokes" I said "oh" So if I went to kiss you Would you kiss me back Said "oh," I know it's been a while but I hope so [Hook] [Verse 2:] Unh, since when did you grow up, Hello Kitty always Was on your bags and your socks, and cooties was always My fear, now your all Sex and The City on me So grown, so mature, and so able bodied To pay yo taxes, take it back to class When I didn't have no chapstick, I was so average You were so bright-eyed and still believed in magic We were so natural, but now we're so plastic When did we grow up Let's smash the clock and slow up But if I have to hear one more thing about your business career I might just throw up But you showed up Which so proved the old you's in there somewhere So moved, the old school, into an only past But let's open a new book as we go pass [Hook]

I Wish (Remix)

R KELLY "TP-2.COM"
Yo', what up, my n**** You know I was in the hood I just thought I'd stop by Holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or some'in' N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of s*** to tell you Things I should've said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man And remember when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay It's all good now (My n****) We out the hood now (Mmm) We had the same ideas, but not the same careers We shared the same old laugh, and now the same tears You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni My n**** and never placed no b**** before me Man, I sear to God I love for that s*** Why'd you have to get hit Where was I, what time was it You were supposed to get older with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Coppin' them Range Rovers with me Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees And if it wasn't for the will that God had made I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessy Just thinkin' about how much you meant to me (My n***) Even when you're gone you will always be my n**** When you went home I'm still missin' you, my n**** I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my n**** I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my n**** Some times my nights can get long, my n**** Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n**** So I had to write a song, my n**** Just to let you know that you're still my n**** I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Little son is lookin' at me like, Where is my daddy And your 13-year old daughter is mad ¡Rcause she understands Promised your mama I'd take care of the family But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands Damn, I wish your a** was here, my n**** To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n**** And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name (We used to ride-ride-ride) Never afraid to (Die-die-die) But some times we (Cry-cry-cry) Askin' the Lord (Why-why-why) They're tearin' down these projects We were homies for like 20 thug years Sat in church and cried the same thug tears You remember when Vibe World Premier How we used to share the same old gear And remember when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay (It's all good now) My n**** We out the hood now It's so easy for folks to say, Rob, just live on When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone Nevertheless I try my best to be strong Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We'd slapbox dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me You're all I have left of these ghetto memories I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Uh, uh, yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols I miss you most Puttin' the doo rag over your bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa) Comin' up off the fiends for bags Runnin' up out the cleaners, drag You was the closest n**** I had Look how we stayed aces Hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places F*** givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh, yeah) So what the deal, my n****, I know you holdin' it down If you could see me you would say I'm talkin' soft right now But it's hard for me to see when I'mma see you again And I know it's f***ed up, I gotta talk through this pen But you'd died for the love of the dough The love of the block, 16 you was runnin' the spot Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hangin' with wild thug n****s, smokin' the herb (Mmm, hmm, hmm) I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word This here is for n****s that be flippin' them birds (Oh) Word up! Even though you know you will always be my n**** (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..) Even though you're gone you will also be my n**** I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my n**** I'm feelin' like time I'm strung out, sayin', Radio, please don't take the n**** out this song Let it play on, go on, on So I had to write this song, my n**** Just to let you know that you're still my n****

WTF Collective 2

JON LAJOIE "I Kill People"
MC Confusing back in this bitch With a parking sandwich and a chicken ticket I got a liquid face lift from a fig with big tits And my wrist got twisted by a Brit with fake spit And you don't understand it, 'cause you're not supposed to Like a candy cane snake in a jealous cartoon And I'm gonna leave soon, but first I need to Drink a Chevy chase face and rape Robocop 2 Yo, I'm MC Historical Inaccuracy I drop lyrical bombs like Hiroshima in '73 I write rhymes like Shakespeare when he wrote Ann Frank's Diary Which is about the civil war of 1812 in Germany I'm like the Spanish inquisition when they killed Jesus And Abe Lincoln's suicide was the theme for my thesis Like Moses when I focus I can split the Red sea Like he did in 1950 with the Chinese army I'm MC Don't Know How to Pluralize Word I got so many rhyme and I sleep with all the girl When there's more than one of something you're supposed to pluralize But I never learned that through all the year I've been alive Hello, I'm MC Canadian Stereotype I'm about to get started, so let me get off the ice But I don't want any trouble, and I am always polite Now let's hop on my snowmobile, and I will tell you what I like But first I'll turn of curling and turn down Avril Lavigne Et j'vais dire une phrase en francais, parce qu'ici on est bilingue Oh boy, I fell of my igloo and I hurt my knee Let's go to the hospital, don't worry, here in Canada it's free, eh MC Fatigue, did you miss me I'll be awake for five minutes, 'cause I had a coffee I'll try to get through my verse, but I really don't know I drank that coffee about five minutes ago (snoring) They hired me again to sing this motherfucking chorus I haven't found a fucking job yet so I gotta do this bullshit (I can't take it, I'm done) I don't think I can sing another fucking chorus I think I'm gonna jump off a bridge, or shoot myself like Kurt Cobain did (I think my dad has a gun) I'm MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees 15 miles per hour is their average speed A queen can lay up to 3000 eggs in a day Just because I know a lot about bees doesn't mean that I'm gay I'm also MC In the Closet Homosexual I hide it 'cause it's easier to be heterosexual We can't even get married in most states here in America It's fucked up Gay marriage is legal here, in Canada I'm MC Homophobic Fucking Asshole Being gay is evil and it is unnatural Jesus said to love thy neighbour, but only if they are straight Penises go in vaginas, anything else is just insane I'm MC Extremely Inappropriate Rhymes I shake things up like J-fox when I get on the mic And I drop my enemies just like Christopher Reeves' horse Then I put them to sleep, like Heath Ledger of course (woah) I'm MC Extremely Politically Correct I disagree with the previous MC's lyrical content It's offensive, insensitive and in very bad taste Just like that guy who wrote that song when Michael Jackson passed away Yo, MC Final Verse here to end this song One was enough, we didn't need a sequel Jon Make a fourth Show Me Your Genitals or another Normal Guy But for now let's end this stupid song with a suicide This is the last time that I will ever sing a chorus My dad's gun was in his closet and I'm gonna end this bullshit (I had a good run) I'm gonna pull the trigger as soon as I finished the chorus Sayonara and farewell, I guess I'll see you all in hell (Four, three, two, one)

Prophet

Jude "430 N. Harper Ave."
I guess I make my way OK, I guess I do I guess I get by, just like you I'm keeping to myself though, if you don't mind I don't want to leave any fingerprints Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame The Japanese they're up against it trying to match their hand sizes with the household names And I just try to bob and weave and keep from bumping into furry fairy prostitutes And make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and I remember when I first had come to town And you suggested that I kneel and kiss the ground You were such a prophet then to me And you, you're nothing to me Nobody wants to help when you start with a please To supplicate is not the way you've got to put the other man down on his knees But that's not why I arrived, no that was not the reason Don't mind if I retire from a town without one just like a season. . . I remember when I first had come to town And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground You were such a prophet then to me And you, you're nothing to me Bridge: Waltzing slowly in Counter time to your piercing cameras before me Moving closer I've Come to know that there's nothing in there to show me Pretty good show she said I kinda like your style Well, maybe we could go to bed and I could help you run the three-minute mile But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta learn to fake the smiles She was a piece of past her prime real estate a late great tit turnstile. . . I remember when I first had come to town And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground You were such a prophet then, to me And you, you're nothing to me I remember when (Repeat)

Sheila

JAMIE T "Panic Prevention"
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella, It gets poured all over her fella, 'Cause she's says, man he ain't no better, Than the next man kicking up fuss Drunk she stumbles down by a river Screams calling London None of us heard her coming I guess the carpet weren't rolled out (Oh when my love, my darling, You've left me here alone. I'll walk the streets of London Which once seemed all our own. The vast suburban churches, Together we have found: The ones which smelt of gaslight, The ones in incense drown'd) Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo Any time she sing a song, The other girls sing along. And tell all the fellas that the lady is single. A fickle way to tickle, On my young mans ting. She's up for doing what she like, Any day more like the night. She drowned drunk sorrows. That she stole, bought, borrowed She didn't like fights, But at the same time understood that Fellas will be fellas till the end of time. (Good heavens you boys, blue-blooded murder of the English tongue.) Jack had a gang That he called "The Many Grams", He was known as smack Jack the Cracker Man In life he was dealt some shit hands But the boys got the back now And Jay went the same way As Mickey and Dan Dependent mans upon the heroins And man Lisa had a baby with Sam, And now Jack on his own man, Well done Jack, glug down that cider Your right she's a slut And you never fucking liked her Not like what he stopped so shocked 'Cause it turns out the last dance Killed the pied piper Tough little big man friends With your daughters Only cos they drive him To pick up all his quarters Crawler, lager lout brawlers Fall to the floor think they're free But they ain't near the border Too young gunned down by your hell fire corner Always did a favour, But never took a order, Behave young scally wag, A fine young galahad Glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags, Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag Slag better understand He came for the glamour But this town's original Superficial the issue For one dear Jack, there 35 doppelgangers Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It gets poured all over her fella 'Cause she's says, man he ain't no better Than the next man kicking up fuss Drunk she stumbles down by a river Screams calling London None of us heard her coming I guess the carpet weren't rolled out So this a short story 'bout the girl Georgina Never seen a worse, clean young mess Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya With love, god bless, we lay her body to rest Now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic Light weights chinking down, numbing his brain, And the doctor said He couldn't get the heart dear started Now beat up, drugged up She feeling the strain She says in a rut What the fuck I spose to do Suck it up start stop keep running through, True but you try ain't easy to do, She been buckle belt beaten From the back like a brat Dunno where she goin But she know where she at, So Georgy its time to chain react, But the truth is you know She probably fought back, Tears stream down her face, She screamed away When I fall, no one catch me Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly Get scared, I'll scream and shout But you know it won't matter She'll be passing out I say giggidibiggidiup just another day Another sad story, that's tragedy Paramedic announced death at 10:30 Rip it up kick it to spit up the views Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It gets poured all over her fella 'Cause she's says, man he ain't no better Than the next man kicking up fuss Drunk she stumbles down by a river Screams calling London None of us heard her coming I guess the carpet weren't rolled Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It gets poured all over her fella 'Cause she's says, man he ain't no better Than the next man kicking up fuss Drunk she stumbles down by a river Screams calling London None of us heard her coming I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Gopher Guts

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts; Poolside; 0 for 1 and don't forget spoons twice Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat. [To Moms:] "it's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half." She said "I'll keep you in my prayers, " I said "I need to hide a body, " she said "ok honey, talk to you on Friday." Apparently we share a common plasma so the growing disconnection doesn't matter. according to the blood-and-water chapter. weird Who wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway? probably some surly dad; only child, 30 cats. Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past. Except it doesn't always work like that Today I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt; where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn; I told them "you will grow to be something inventive and electric; you are healthy, you are special, you are present." then I let them go Oh You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards In the mirror sweating pictures; who's there: simian or lizard? As it were there is a disappearing difference In ambition and material; Antiquated gentleman outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol Move as a godless heathen; black gums, tooth gone, bootleg 'Yukon Cornelius' I'm a... that's better, here we here we go. disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill Got a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized, contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jekyll-ized Check! nevermind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying It is something he must handle on his own; the wind blown way, wanna win? don't play Today I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark where the grape vines climb a convenient barn; I told them "you will grow to be something tenacious and exalted; you are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded." then I let them go Oh I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kissed me on the temple I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish that acted different when the bidding was essential I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land. I told them "you will grow to be something dynamic and impressive; you are patient you are gallant you are festive." Then I let them go Oh (On and on and on and on...)

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