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LINDSAY PAGANO lyrics - Love & Faith & Inspiration

Cryin' Shame

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The bell rings, school's out Friends go crazy, Teachers shout Time slips by, a year is gone Guess I'll kick another summer back And sing this song Don'tcha know that Sittin' on a throne won't make you king Starin' at the phone won't make it ring Tryin' not to lose won't win no game Wastin' love's just a Cryin' Shame Just a Cryin' Shame In the hall day after day We check each other out, yea, then look away How long can this game last Before this heart of mine stops beating fast Don'tcha know that Sittin' on a throne won't make you king Starin' at the phone won't make it ring Tryin' not to lose won't win no game Wastin' love's just a Cryin' Shame Cryin' Shame And if you're waiting for me to make a move I've hope you've got a better plan, because When it comes to boys playin' it cool This city girl is old school Don'tcha know that Sittin' on a throne won't make you king Starin' at the phone won't make it ring Tryin' not to lose won't win no game Wastin' love's just a Cryin' Shame Cryin' Shame One good reason don't make no rhyme Actin' shy's just a waste of my time Let's take two candles and make one flame Wastin' love's just a Cryin' Shame Just a cryin' shame A Cryin' Shame

Shame!

Big Daddy Kane "Veteranz Day"
There's no myth or fable about the pimpin' at your label What goes on under the table, why you think your deal is so unstable Now, whose the macaroni, A amp;R's acting phony Once you make the matrimony, then he start to slackin' don't he Or could it be the president that's being hesitant Playin' his artist like a corner workin' specimen And I ain't kidding you when I say it's political The way they make a ridicule of artists can be pitiful You know damn well there shouldn't be no company CO Trying to show me about rap that's 53 or so But yet and still they want to add advice, trying to keep their status right When they should be working records for Gladys Knight Who shape artists, man they catching rape charges Once you sign on the dotted line, they lead you in the blind Then you find, your state of revenue remains the same Cause you getting less points than Steve Kerr be getting in a game And just because it be too hardcore to judge it They won't even touch it, and get to frontin' on the budget When new artists come out, I can foresee the worst outcome Cause everybody I know got beat their first album So I took my contract to a lawyer so he can check it out (He don't know) Then I took it to Dionne Warwick so she can read my hand (She don't know) Chorus It's a shame, when artists gotta deal with cheats They got game, for every young rapper they see out on the streets You sign your name, they get like Big Red on the Five Heartbeats Now who the blame, when you starvin' and your record label eats Verse 2 Preach brother They say the truth will set you free, but I see signs of treachery Go on perpetually, here's how they get you G They use the tricks, just to juice your mix But cross be in their heart like a vampire stabbed with a crucifix I had the enemy in my vicinity with the false identity Of a friend to me to injure me They ride along just to guide you wrong Play like they beside you strong, and start to faking moves like Olajuwon Who side you on, revealing all that low down dirty dealing I can see your skin peeling it changed like a chameleon First you believe in them, but once you disagree with them They try to get Magilla repertoire and that ain't even them And all those who has betrayed, be fast to fade Cause they cast a shade, with the masquerade What's dealt, is low blows below the belt Lord have mercy, I know how Julius Caesar must have felt I start to think back when I was just a youth I should have listened to the words of the God Born Truth He said, look out for black snakes they all up in your cypher Black snakes you can't see therefore they sneak up and they bite ya' They get to flippin' cause they think you slippin' So remember, don't get to slippin' cause they get to flippin' And trippin', what's that you grippin', beside your hippin' You think my heart is skippin', go save that game for Scottie Pippen Chorus It's a shame, to see how far left people be going They got game, to think that all this time you said you know them It ain't the same, Aah, so now you see the way they flowin' Now who they blame, ain't nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing Verse 3 Now, wait a minute, I'm starting to see lotsa, hip-hop imposters Is rap a category at the Oscars Too much Nino Brown up in your life Cause since then, man I done seen Wesley Snipes playin' a drag queen But yet and still you want to mimic the stars of cinema Pretending huh So full of it they need an enema Cause see dig, they all like to talk big But then they want to renege, when there's a curling iron in their wig You talking loud and saying nothing, what's the world becoming The frontin', now pay attention you may learn something Now, I ain't knocking you, but come on let's be logical You know that it's impossible to stop the unstoppable I would suggest that they, go back and check my resume Cause tunes that I made yesterday, can hang out with the best today Peace to Easy Mo, cause he makes the beats to flow And I grab the microphone and flip it like pizza dough Chorus Shame Now who the blame I need to be the Mayor, so I can change the things around here I need to be the Governor, I need to be the Governor

Cryin Shame

FASTER PUSSYCAT
There was a haunting Evil breeze blowing off the bay That kasso smiled As he took the kid's life away The midway was his private oasis Where the dope got just a little too strong Relax, Jummy boy, it's only homicide The punk will never know what's going on Wake me when it's over and it's done Why can ya see the poor boy bleed Does it make you numb It's a cryin' shame I got blood on my hands And my life's going down the drain It's a cryin' shame I got blood on my hands Man it's a crying shame From the Northport gazebo To the Aztakea Woods they strayed They butchered the boy And threw his body in a shallow grave For weeks under the leaves He just sat there dead Without a breath of life in his bones He left his ma and pa cryin Wondering and whining... Why their little boy never came home Wake me when it's over and it's done Why can ya see the poor boy bleed Does it make you numb It's a cryin' shame I got blood on my hands And my life's going down the drain It's a cryin' shame I got blood on my hands Man it's a crying shame Say it no Lord help me Jesus Christ It's all over now kiss your ass goodbye Wake me when it's over and it's done Why can ya see the poor boy bleed Does it make you numb It's a cryin' shame I got blood on my hands And my life's going down the drain It's a cryin' shame I got blood on my hands Man it's a crying shame

It's Not Right

DEVO "Freedom Of Choice"
baby baby baby hurt me bad baby baby baby baby made me cry baby i wanna die somebody tell me where she's hiding out i gotta find that cheatin' gal can't go can't go can't go sleep at night can't sleep can't sleep it's not right sunlight sunlight in my eyes sunlight makes me rise i can't sleep until my baby says it's over i gotta hear it face to face i love you darlin' it's a cryin' shame the way you run around like you're in a big game i'm so unhappy i could cry every time i think about you boo hoo baby baby baby please come back baby baby sunlight sunlight in my eyes sunlight makes me rise i can't sleep until my baby says it's over i gotta hear it face to face i love you darlin' it's a cryin' shame the way you run around like you're in a big game i shoot around in a trance all day and think about you all the time i love you darlin' it's a cryin' shame the way you run around like you're in a big game it's so unfair that you're so happy when i'm hurtin' inside i love you darlin' it's a cryin' shame the way you run around like you're in a big game i'm so unhappy i could cry every time i think about you boo hoo

Losing At Loving

Blue County
I'm not saying I feel sad aboout The way you broke my heart But the last time that I lost this bet I had to sell my car Chorus: Somebody call me a doctor Somebody call me a nurse Losing a game is a cryin' shame But losing at loving is worse I'm not saying I'm depressed about The way things didn't work out But the last time that I lost this bet I had to sell my house Chorus: Somebody call me a gypsie Somebody take off this curse Losing a game is a cryin' shame But losing at loving is worse Bridge: It's like Joan of two when ya need a three It's like Joan of three when ya need a four It's like Joan of four when ya need a five It's like Being dead when you're still alive I'm not saying I've gone mad since you left I'm not bored enough But the last time that I lost this bet I had to sell my little brother Chorus: Come on Somebody call me a preacher Somebody call me a herse Losing a game is a cryin' shame But losing at loving is worse Somebody call up Saint Peter You better hurry Or I might get there first Losing a game is a cryin' shame But losing at loving is worse Oh Losing at loving is worse

God Gimme G's

ANDRE NICKATINA "Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll"
[Hook 2X] Hold the ball cause you just might fumble Goin about ninety baby comin out the Bay Bridge tunnel God gimme G's on the double, prime time trouble Love to watch dope when it bubbles You must be dreamin, get a dictionary for the meanin All up in the game like Willy Deamon Straight up schemin, threx do a Motorolla celly Make sure the weed bag is heavy I never seen a vision of somethin so rare It was right there and I stil had to stare Two paint brushes for a masterpiece If stake's on the plate then I have to eat Own it like a Leopard ought to chewy on you It's such a bizarre when you see me come through Vogues and trues, Chuck Taylor shoes Don't ask me for no money cause it really ain't cool [Hook 2X] Street love is crazy, sucka don't slip in the game Turn around baby, what's your name? Spark like a flame, do the Jesse James Hit you with somethin that'll give you that pain But anyway, do what you got the young friendly way It's like livin and dyin like J.F. Kennedy Did you know if you control the chrome Then you control the dome that, controls the home Certified like a bank check, but take a rain check And what's next, the angel smells like sex And it's fun, livin my life on the run Shootin at fuckers with a Black & Decker nail gun [Hook 2X] I represent it like a sinner, eat a breakfast meal at dinner Cheat just so I can be the winner Who cares if you're mad, run and tell your dad I do a wrestle move then put him in the crab, huh Put me in the deck when you commit that crime If you get away best believe you'll shine Bo general, repose on your soul And then you start to talk in the brag and the hoes In the Cadillac with the beat on hip 'Quipto sips on Hennessy fifth Disrespect Khan never, Nicky in new or leather Forever man, gotta get the cheddar, whatever [Hook 2X]

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