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PARKWAY DRIVE lyrics - IRE

Writings On The Wall

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When you’re born in the dirt the only way to grow is up So we reach for the sun but it seems Every rung that you climb is another crooked line That you cross off the tally of your dreams Don’t step out of line kid, you learn it pretty fast Every face has its place in the crowd They’ll give you all the answers, so you don’t ask any questions Then they’ll march you with a smile into the ground And we all go to heaven in a little row boat So put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop This stray dog world, this sick sad place Got a belly full of maggots and disease Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse Every word is a lie you best believe We take one step forward, then two steps back In a race to the bottom of the barrel They teach us how to fear They teach us how to hate Then they arm us and they march us off to hell And its left, left, left right left So put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If crawling for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop Because they came for our minds We said nothing They came for our hopes We said nothing They came for our souls And still we said nothing Now they’re coming for our lives So what’s it gonna take What’s it gonna take See how they run, see how they run So put your hands up, put your hands up If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up The writing’s on the wall, this ain’t ever gonna stop Put your hands up, put your hands up If clawing for the scraps won’t ever be enough Put your hands up, put your hands up We’ll fight until we die, this ain’t ever gonna stop

Stick Up

KELIS "Tasty"
...Let's go... I've been lovin' u for here long knowin' I was never clear But I have no fear today cause I'm gonna say What I gotta say, I don't wanna play the role Bustin' through the door, I'm gonna take ur heart fo' sure, oh Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air I'm gonna play my cards from here And take this gamble sure My words are gonna fumble, but this beat is mighty humble Ain't goin nowhere, sure I'm scared but my life's a dare And baby u just got so much flare, we'll be the perfect pair I'm gonna share my mind with u, u've been blinded My life's been blue, I'm takin u, I'm takin u Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air In the air, in the air, in the air When I first met u, I wanted to wet u Not a gun but a different content, sexual U tried to run, I still get u Steel metal not needed, a whole 'nother meaning Don't want ur gold, want ur soul Control ur heartbeatin, cause when I start squeezin that muscle That's the trigger, than I got u nigga, in ya Chopper spinners, got ur bodyguards wit cha Diamond dog tag chain swingin, I had them thangs ringin This is a robbery, no one's gettin free Till that man, he comes with me Put ur hands up in the air, it's a stick up I'm gon take ur heart from here, now let's fix up Put ur hands in the air, in the air, in the air

Do It Again

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
(feat. Amil, Beanie Sigel) [Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Y'all know what this is We givin y'all five seconds to put your drinks down and report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas we giving y'all five seconds to get close to an exit It's about to get real ugly in here Five Seconds is up Let's go! Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh) Throw the hands up (Niggaz) Throw the hands up (Bitches) Throw the hands up (Bustas) Throw the hands up (Hustlers) Throw the hands up (Hos) Throw the hands up (Posta's) Throw the hands up (MAC) [Beanie Sigel] You know how Mac come through on the club tip Everybody real deep on that thug shit Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come through You can try if you want to, you can die if you want to We hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wild Bitch 'Back That Azz Up' like Juvenile (huh) When my peeps come through to spend a dime apiece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least We getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks Whole squad get it down like this Whole squad buying rounds of Cris Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound of twist Whole squad got a pound to spit In case a clown wanna flip Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a club If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club You know how niggaz get in the club, shit you know how I be All high in VIP, rolling up to B.I.G. (Baby) Niggaz be all liquored up talkin shit Till' they man gotta come pick them up Got bitches in the back bouncin to 'Jigga What' You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh, Everybody get it up) Throw the hands up [Jay-Z (Amil)] 12 AM on the way to the club (uh) 1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh) 2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up) 3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splitting with who) 4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house) 5 AM now we at my house (uh) 6 AM I be diggin her out (who) 6:15 I be kickin her out (what) 7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh) 12AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again (We gonna do it again) [Jay-Z] By the way yo Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC's on our hill When we just cop them things homey the chromy wheels Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill Any given times 100 G's in your grill Don't talk to me bout MC's got skillz He's alright but he's not real Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me You gotta lil' dough that cool with me You gotta little cars little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be With that new blue Yankee on, who but me Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the three Then I skated the four, before I went on tour I came back and it's plain Y'all niggaz ain't rappin the same Fuck the flow y'all jackin our slang I seen the same shit happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild out The game is ours will never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw your hands up Niggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers FUCK THAT (Throw the hands up) [Amil (Jay-Z)] 12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh) 1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh) 2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah) 3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on) 4 AM exit the club (let's go) 5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right) 6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what) 6:15 nigga will get up (uh) 7 AM gotta tell my friends (ah huh) 12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh I'ma Do it again 12 AM we gonna do it again (Uh, uh Let's go) [Jay-Z] 12 AM on the way to the club 1 AM DJ made it a rub 2 AM now I'm gettin with her 3 AM now I'm splittin with her 4 AM at the waffle house 5 AM now we at my house 6 AM I be diggin her out 6:15 I be kickin her out 7 AM I'ma call my friends 12 AM We gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again Let's go

In Your Hands

JASON MRAZ "Love Is A Four Letter Word"
Ticket lines, and places to dine Taking baths and drinkin' wine People ask, I say I'm doin' fine. Motorcycles and for sure The Eiffel Tower They were made for two A double bed has never felt so empty What's missing in the world is you So I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I like climbing the mountain I'm climbing back in the bed I love making breakfast for someone instead of me Taking autumn walks in Central Park They were made for two Afternoon naps have never felt so crappy What's missing in my life is you So I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I'm gonna it in your hands now To come through Its like diving into a pool without water And praying for rain Well, my life is a good life anyway What I have will do But when you're alone You're living in a world with only choices And what I choose is you So I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I'll leave it in your hands now To come through I'm gonna it in your hands now To come through

The Reach

AER "The Reach"
Alright enough fucking around I don't got the time to sit down Gotta keep pushing and reaching for the clouds The top is gonna deliver the rock infused the rap and the hip hop Styling of new music that'll suck you in to the sitcom of our life Episode in South Carolina imploding my mind With the types and the thoughts of the southern women I get lost in it Withering away the cold weather today, ya see me? Fraternity brothers are giving us one color green In the form of weed, I'll smoke while they're chasing diplomacy I'm gonna get the money you owe to me, solo in the fleet Photoshoot in the sea, tides pull back on the water We'll wonder the sidewalks of a broken city I can't honestly believe where I've come and where I'm gonna be after two more weeks fuckin with the reach [Chorus:] Yeah get it with the movement Come and join us for the ride [x2] I been spendin' time blowin' out all these ghosts And with no lies you can knock on my door Fresh Aer keeps you livin the moment Singin' bout the want for the greater love Rollin' one back to the left side Rollin' one back right side Rollin' one back to the left side Rollin' one back right side

Alone In The Universe

JON LAJOIE "I Kill People"
We're floating in space on the edge of time In a universe that we can't define Billions of stars in the endless night Try to find purpose for our lives Yet we still take the time (we still take the time) Yes we always take the time To masturbate oohhh To milk the snake Girls do the taco hand shake I'm gonna hold my sausage hostage, tonight Whether you're English, French, Japanese, or German Whether you're at home or at a movie with Pee Wee Herman We all take matters into our own hands With the five finger army we invade our pants We'd all be doing time (yes we'd all be doing time) If it was a crime To masturbate oohhh To pull the hand brake To play vagina DJ She's gonna play country on the clitar, tonight He burps his baby She's putting on a puppet show Our genitals are Juliet Our hands are Romeo He chokes his chicken She tickles her camel toe Our genitals are Ju... That Marisa Tomei is hot Our genitals are Juliet Our hands are Romeo I'm gonna play ball on team penis, tonight

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