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Kay Hanley lyrics - Cherry Marmalade

Happy To Be Here

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I wanna go to the show Can you buy us a ticket Then let's wrap me up In a red velvet blanket First the perfect light Then somebody else's life reappears And I'm so happy to be here The lights go down I just can't wait to meet her So I hold on tight to my seat At the theatre She's my celluloid hero Across a silhouette veneer And I'm so happy to be here And I think you sink so deep You come and wake me from my sleep And it's good So good so far So I dream of you beneath Red velvet stars And I think you sink so deep You come and wake me from my sleep You must be my lucky star 'Cause baby I'm the luckiest by far I wanna go to the show Can you buy us a ticket Then let's wrap me up In a red velvet blanket I'm alive and breathing And this will be my greatest year I'm so happy to be here

Sex You (Remix)

BANDO JONEZ
All the rain keeps falling And these hoes keep calling [Bridge: Bando Jonez] All these rain drops falling on my window Got me wishing that we did the things we didn't do [Verse 1: Twista] Twista I call her up so I can get some And even then I could never get enough Cause when it comes to others embarrassing in comparison cause all I think about is your stuff The dress hugging ya body I wanna pull it off I wanna sex you so I wanna see what's under that Make the sword get longer cause I see you got the Thunder Thunder Thunder Thunder Cat So poor hit the hole like a runningback Through the secondary and almosted scored a touchdown [?] Cause you the girl I wanna cuff now I put you up on a pedestal with the ultimate status and give it to you how you want I snatch you up by the panties and bend you over granite then give it to you how you want (Baby I sex you, baby) Gimme so of that Kissing you on the neck Make you call me daddy when I get you wet Ya body I can paint a Van Gogh on So go until ya man go home Cause if anything can go wrong It's probably cause you been fucking with Twista and Bando Jonez I can never say that I got enough When she let me get on top of her With Louis V I honor her She hot enough to break a thermometer How she act got me wanna fuck Tell her something to make her blush We bigger than money and coming up All you gotta know is [Verse 2: B.o.B.] Don't call me a bugaboo But does it trouble, a trouble, a trouble you? You got all that passion trapped deep inside of her Lately it's bubbling up on you You ever get tired of study group? You need to be doing what lovers do Girls don't understand why you don't get a man And I gotta say I'm puzzled too Bring them double D's to the W I guarantee you need another dude It's a possibility we gonna need a new set of sheets In fact we gonna need a new room It's too wet, shoulda brought a rain coat Too deep, shoulda brought a sail boat I'm diving all in it like Cuba Gooding Junior Diving like scuba Don't take it for granted Don't let a compliment go to ya head Cause it's too many things I wanna do to you I have to show you instead Going so hard, going so hard girl we done lost control of the bed She told me don't stop, she told me don't stop Now she done lost control of her legs Good God [Verse 3: T-Pain] Ay Bando ayye Now I know ya wasn't tryin' to leave me out these remix Oh no no you didn't, oh no you didn't I'm [?] show you how we do this G shit Whole [?] I fit it She tryin' to walk, looking like a newborn baby Cause we been doing it constantly She looked at me and asked if I do porn, maybe No it ain't nothing like that I'm just one of them freaky niggas from the south side That a leave a trick with her mouth wide Baby we can do it upside Baby we can do it on the couch side She coming again, I ain't say nothing Ah, this is a win-win situation She been playing hard to get It's obviously I got her strung out She gonna look back at me when I smack that ass I'mma have my tongue out Like hey Baby you know this the best you ever had You ain't too bad Baby keep up with it, keep up with it We go deep up in it, deep up in it You asking me why this bed ain't go no seat belts in it You got this [Verse 4: Brando Jones] Sex you baby I wanna know have you had any good sex lately lately lately lately Have (Sex) have (Have you had it?) Have (Sex) have (Good sex) Have you had it (Sex, have you had it?) Good sex girl (Good sex) oooh [?] baby Baby have you had any good sex lately lately lately (Sex, have you had it? Sex, good sex Sex, have you had it?) All these rain drops dropping on my window

Too Deep

Linda Perry "In Flight"
Sun Warm me while I sleep Give me comfort and a head full of dreams Lift Me to where you are Let me lay upon your bright yellow star The sound The pulsing in my ear Is the pressure that I constantly hear I'm just a dreamer I can't wake from sleep I am midflyer But I'm getting too deep Lost In a world that磗 so arranged Common people just a link in a chain Stop So much anger touches me If I'm happy it still won't set me free I'm just a dreamer I can't wake from sleep I am midflyer But I'm getting too deep I'm just a dreamer I can't wake from sleep I am midflyer Am I getting too deep?

Morris' Nightmare

JIMMY BUFFETT
Down in the islands where the happy folks stay Everybody do what Bwana Jim say He say its ok, it's ok You can do what you wanna Do what you like Twist a big ol' number Ride a motorbike It's alright, It's alright Dance to the drum Drink a lot of rum Love till you come to a stop Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea Sing it's alright, it's alright [Spoken:] 'How does Fred Neil do it? Come on Jay Spell' You know people in the city got nowhere to go They used to go to bars now they go to Discos No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no) They never see the sun They hardly see the moon They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in June Uptight, It's out of sight So they save a little money Take a little trip They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship Buy a little liquor Buy some sea shells Husband tries to sleep Wife just yells Morris, you can sleep when you get home Down in the islands where the happy folks stay Everybody do what Biwana man say He say its ok, it's ok It's alright, it's alright Do what you wanna, do what you like

Hip Hop

JOELL ORTIZ "The Brick: Bodega Chronicles"
[Intro:] Aight now ya'll, attention please, summer vacation is officially over, (That's right) I hope ya'll did all ya swimmin', (Ah huh) Went to the pools, went to the beaches, (Ah huh) Played dominos, and fucked with the bitches, (Word) Muthafuckin went to the amusement park, And got on all the high rides, (Yea) Got ya thrill on, cause ah, (What?) School is back in session, (Yaowww) [Verse 1:] I ain't tryin' to bring New York back, I'm just a breath of fresh air, That good ole' New York rap, Slick talk to the track, C'mon who brought that, To the game, Graffiti all on the train, Get up your name, I don't feel how I used to feel, I'm in my 20's, So a new Nas joint used to give me the chills, In the barbershop tryin to cop a new hot tape, The Rob Lowe's is crazy, The duhops greatest, Hip Hop (Hip Hop) And yes I'm a fan first, If you from the south and you snap til' your hands hurt, If you from the west W's in the air, If you from the east coast act like you from here The good ole' 2 step, The classic head nod, The thirsty ice grills Who wants to get robbed? (robbed) That was the energy in the club, On the real, that was the energy that I loved, [Chorus:] Aww, man, this is, (Hip Hop) Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop) I wake up (Hip Hop) Go to sleep (Hip Hop) Dream bout (Hip Hop) Cause I am (Hip Hop) Aww, man, this is, (Hip Hop) Hands up if you forever a fan of (Hip Hop) I wake up (Hip Hop) Go to sleep (Hip Hop) Dream bout (Hip Hop) Cause I am (Hip Hop) [Verse 2:] I ain't tryin make you dance I just rip beats, But the soul in my voice give you quick feet, I don't know what it's like to not dig deep, When I'm holdin' this mic, I don't just beat pip squeeks, The tides come in and the earth shakes, 200 mph wind I'm your worst fate, Birthdate, July 6, 1980, How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy, Awww, man, I gotta thank the lord, Cause with this pen in my hand, I don't think that hard, It just happens, Wrist action classic in the making, I kick back, and just laugh I'm happy that I'm amazing, Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty, Now understand why me and this music gotta be, It's something that's inside of me, And I can't shake it, So I embrace it, And let ya'll taste it

Slumber

MICK JENKINS "Wave[s]"
[Chorus - Mick Jenkins & Sean Deaux:] And tell your niggas “Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long,” Way too long Ain’t no TLC, boy, we can’t creep too long Creep too long We finna put you on some shit though Shit though THEMpeople make you wanna get low But tell em “Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long" Wake up, wake up We got bread to break up, we can’t be too long Can’t sleep too long We finna put you on some shit though THEMpeople make you wanna get low (Get low) [Verse 1 - Mick Jenkins:] Brush you teeth after the wake and bake Drink more water, watch your fake intake Don’t ever be scare to make mistakes, thats how you grow And avoidin’ the same mistakes you made is how you know You movin’ forward, its bout progressin’, I’m learnin’ lessons Most of this shit is really perception, its no perspective Most of my niggas is the exception, the water keep us reflective Thats why I gotta repeat it, pearls of wisdom repeated I’m chiefin’ with people that I can trust, rolling, burning, ’til they depleted Leave the ashes its dust They sayin’ cash is a must, I beg to differ I take the little dipper, as long as the ladle full I wanted to be an actor but I couldn’t play the fool at all Miseducated, could give a fuck about no school of thought, if you hate it Food for thought, regurgitatin’ what they played it for me Cookin’ faded, look what we created, then we catered for free [Chorus - Mick Jenkins & Sean Deaux:] And tell your niggas “Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long,” Way too long Ain’t no TLC, boy, we can’t creep too long Creep too long We finna put you on some shit though Shit though THEMpeople make you wanna get low But tell em “Wake up, wake up, wake up, we can’t sleep too long" Wake up, wake up We got bread to break up, we can’t be too long Can’t sleep too long We finna put you on some shit though THEMpeople make you wanna get low (Get low) [Verse 2 - Saba:] Wake up, woke up to another 24 Some my brothers still in slumber, thank the lord We was just dreamin’ about makin’ it easier The little things in life, you know the tedious Well oh he was teachin’ us, he workin’ while the goonies hate Real nigga in the same thing too they straight I can’t complain I was able when they was painin Ain’t had cable but had a radio and a brain Put two and two together in the ghetto And thats how I came up off my hoover thought a lil not Mick even brought the water, I swear its a fuckin’ potluck Give us this day our daily bread and thats more than a dollar bill Had to cope with a lot of bull but ain't fold cuz I’m smart again Look, they no longer recognize you You once did a show iced tonic and didn’t impress anybody Now look at you, you acquire, your pussy rate has sky-rocketed You came a long way since high school, you stepped out of your comfort zone [Sean Deaux:] I think I used to sleep so long, cause I ain't ever want to stop dreamin' Count my blessings like sheep, this real life just won’t let me be Wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, it’s time to wake up my niggas Wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, it’s time to wake up, right now I think I used to try too hard, cause now everything comes easy Open your eyes and trust yourself, and let the world see who you are Its all yours Its all yours Its all yours

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