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Loose Pussy
03:51
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Reuben Walton: Yo, I been tryin' to rap and I been tryin' to get right this swagga right/but I know ain't nobody really got the swagga like me/
so I'm tryin' to get wit it/tryna step wit it/but I can't get with this shit when I'm sippin' on that patron and I got that bedong/and I'm sippin' that patron, cause they gotta get they Aural Skills right nigga please mane/damn, sittin' here real swole/ain't nobody really know though/cause I got them dro and I got that, hoes, and I got them bitches sittin' real fuckin' solo/everybody off the chain/stop the grain/stop the game/you wanna stop the game/wanna pause the game, pause the game/lookin' like I'm real swole pop the dame/and yeen know I wanna pop the dame, pop chains/and I'm sittin' there, and I really pop lanes/got that thang and I really pop dank/and I really got bangs/'cause I got that thang, and I got that 'dro/here's another thang: can't destroy sex, yo/
damn, I'm a fuckin' hard down-ass/and I got a prima donne comment/I got a plan, and I'ma fuckin' card on ham/and I wrote that muthafucka: "I'm a cardonne ham"/damn, back to the verse in the back of the club lookin' wicked real fucked up/But I really ain't got shit to do/I'm just sittin' here feelin' you/Nigga please say: yeen really got it like me, pop chains/sip on the 'dro and I really pop that/sip on the dough and I got that dough/set that 'dro and I get that lane now/damn, and I'm sittin' on the church flo'/got so much yo' nigga might come in, yo/but this might not tell you what a muthafucka impress me/cause you gotta press for damage and shit/and wait for, just wait for her in the back, in the 'llac/sippin' on the 'dro/sippin' the dough/sippin' on the dough/'cause I magnified that shit, yo/and I'm finna get high in the sky/the money in the bank account says I gotta open my mouth/gotta get it real swole, gotta get the dough, gotta get them bitches alive/and I got that dough/got that dro/got them bitches hatin' on the dough/'cause you wanna really wanna like pop the 'dro/and I'm mad fucked up so I'm sorry, yo/
damn, in the car/
parked in yard/
Harvard yard/
nigga park the car/
straight from the dark/
in the fuckin' gar/
damn, with this nigga came straight out the car/
damn, but there ain't no car there ain't no shit lookin'/
I don't sound like Young Jeezy but I'm fuckin' lookin'/
and I'm lookin for-the/
and I make the whore-the/
aren't you goin' to bed, tryna hit the bowl/
don't answer the question yet, yo/
damn, I ain't really got it oh you hittin' resin rips, yo?/
wanna sit and resin rip wanna sit real swole wanna get real dough wanna get that low wanna get these hoes/
damn, ain't nobody really got the joe/
but I'm tryna hit back cho/
so ain't nobody really gotta pop the chode/
damn, yo, I got the dough and I got Cho/
but if you really want it, let everybody know/
damn, it's almost 64 bars/
nigga please, where you at tell me nah/
damn, I'ma let these hoes run it/
I'ma let them hoes run all the shit they wanna run/
they can run the factories, they can run the mill/
they can run it up, but they better be makin' a fuckin' good deal/
damn, errbody got it like that/
but they really wanna pop it like that/
so let bitches know they ain't really gotta fight back/
I'm gonna fight back straight from the back/
and it's straight from the 'llac/
yeah I'm straight in the 'llac/
yeah I'm lookin' like that, mary jane on the 'llac/
lookin' like my name was Vivian on the track, yo/
ever since, lookin' like my name was Hun-Yo/
Hung-yo, hunggho/
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2. |
Poppin' Off the Chain
02:40
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Reuben Walton: Ay,
Damn, lookin' real swole/
Sippin' here on the 'dro/
Sippin' on the lean cause I got them pockets mean nigga/
And I got that cream, and I got that Jeep™/
Damn, lookin' real swole, fuckin' off the chain, yo/
Damn, lookin' at my fuckin' printer/
with the line full bites so you know that they ain't really got the splinter/
So they ask who's flossin'/
and I really got them pausin'/
Damn, possum cape and I'm lookin' logic/
Damn, 'cause I'm lookin' off the chain/
Havin' philosophical conversations with these niggas on the train/
But damn, I missed my plane/
Damn, I gotta blaze/
Oh shit, there's a drank, hit it hit it, mane/
Pop a couple ecstasies while you're at it, mane/
Pop a couple 'dro, it'll make ya never want a hit again/
Damn, 'cause the 'dro so fuckin' swole/
Blackberry kush off the chain with the no seeds, yo/
Damn, I'm sittin' on the bowl but I'm not really/
It's an expression 'cause these niggas chiefin' real badly/
'Cause they got that 'dro, and they got that lean/
But they still wanna fuckin' hit it like these niggas was on a team/
Damn, lookin' like they got a team, nigga/
Pop thang, and you know they got that lean, nigga/
But I already told you that but I'm gonna tell you again/
'cause it bears repeating nigga please believe me/
And I know I'm lookin' like I got that please/
Damn, I always say "Please" and "Thank you"/
'Cause I'm so muthafuckin' polite, you know it hurts, nigga/
'Cause I'm so polite and I know my manners, nigga please/
Why am I rapping about that, that's the opposite of what I fuckin' mean/
Damn, I fuckin' can't talk, off the chain/
Mad shitted off that Smirnoff™ and that raspberry lean/
'Cause they got that lane, and I got that 'dro/
And I got the E, and you got the G.H.Bo/
Damn, and I just 'bout to make it rhyme/
Now I'm gettin' fucked I fuckin' do it errytime/
Err way I can smoke it, I'ma hit it right/
Hit the bowl and yeen comin' home tonight/
You're lookin' like the Grinch straight from Dr. Seuss, nigga/
Spittin' on the game and you gotta lose, nigga/
Lose the blues, and I'm lookin' like Blue's Clues™ with the blue/
Damn, lookin' real swole like I got to do/
And I got a hairdo like Jacki-O/
But not really 'cause I don't know what that flack is low/
She got a big back/
No, big ass/
Fuckin' lookin' mad flat/
Flatter than the Great Plaque
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Andrew Spencer: Yo I, see those bitches outside/and they look in my eyes/and they fuckin' melt inside, they might cream a little bit/and they fuckin' say that I want it/"let me fuckin' sit on your face and I want you to lick it/I want you so bad, why don't you do me?"/They say "Get over here right now and screw me!"/and I'm over there
Reuben Walton: (laughs in the background)
AS: and I say "Bitch, wait 'till next time, you'll get my fuckin' dick!"/Inside you and you fuckin' love it/I'm gonna take my dick and I'm gonna shove it/Make you fuckin' scream better than you ever have/I'm gonna take your ass, and then I'm gonna grab it/with both hands fuckin' throw you on the mattress/fuckin' make you moan, yeah that's right you're my bitch/fuckin' I don't really give a shit/I'll fuckin' make you scream then you go home, fuckin' can't walk straight/your parents are asking you what you did last night/and then you're like "Oh, nothin', but I got in a fight./That's why I have these bruises, these bite marks all over me"/But little do they know, that it was just me/fuckin' leavin' that shit on your neck last night/fuckin' had so much of a good time/gonna fuckin' do that every night/ I'm gonna fuckin' bite you/call me a vampire, I don't fuckin' care/call me Dracula, 'cause I'll be over there/bitin' on your neck…
RW: Damn!
AS: And bitin' on your tits/
RW: Damn!
AS: Bitch, you ain't even ready for this/'Cause I'm gonna flip you upside-down/
RW: Ayy!
AS: and then I'm gonna make you flip around/you're gonna fuckin' love this/get ready, bitch, 'cause you're not gonna forget me/
RW: Yeen really got it like me, yeen really swole like me/rollin' up on them muthafuckin' 24's on me/lookin' at my toes on me, damn, yeen know on me/I'm lookin' fuckin' sippin' on the fuckin' blunt, homie/damn, 'cause I make it liquid, put it in a blender, made it sip/made it shit, and you even 'round my fuckin' dick/you can do great (unintelligible)/you can hit it like a pistol, straight from the back, you can sit there in the gunshots, sippin' lean sippin' green/damn, 'cause you made it mad fuckin' sippin' green/damn you made mad dough, now you wanna spend it/you wanna buy a muthafuckin' Smith & fuckin' Wesson/damn, you wanna shoot that nigga in the face/make it mad swole, make it fuckin' fair chay/damn, Andrew's writin' muthafuckin' stats on Face, book/but I don't wanna do product placement and, I'm, sittin' there in the line/sippin' on the green, sippin' on the mean, what you mean?/I made a blender 'cause I gotta do the liquid absinthe shit, muthafucka, I'm straight from Europe with it/bitch, with the drivin' on the other side of the road, nigga/got them hoes rolled, and you know I stole fo'/and I look like I roll, man these bitches ain't know/'cause I sip on that real shit, yeen really know, shawty/damn, lookin' like I'm really star shit/and I got my fuckin' girl on the bar, bitch/and I’m sittin’ in the bar, real quick, real thick, real wick, real lookin’ like a candle wick/‘cause I’m made of paper, nigga, damn, I’m made of pulp/Lookin’ like a pulp that I shoot you with the fuckin’ bloody pulp/damn, but I don’t shoot you with the pulp/‘cause you’re already gonna turn into/outcome can’t tont turn into the muthafuckin’ income, nigga please two hundred six figgas, damn/two hundred six figga niggas with their Free Bird tees on/breath on, you wanna dream on/come on and I’ma tell ya how these bitches lean on, yo/
AS: He’s tellin’ you they fuckin’ lean on?/They fuckin’ JUMP on!/They fuckin’, want that shit, they wanna GET IT on!/They fuckin’, take the opportunity as soon as it fuckin’ ceases/I’m gonna take that girl, and then I’m gonna start teasin’/put my cock in, then take it out/bitch what are you gonna do about it?/you never had that done to you, ‘cause every college boy, that ever fucked you/was just like every other one/he’s a little fuckin’ hormone fuckin’ teenager/he fuckin’ wants that, he’s not gonna deny it/he’s gonna, take that condom off, and he’s gonna put on his dick/he’s gonna fuckin’ want you, but guess what? You never met me, bitch/so fuckin’ get used to it, because you’re never gonna fuckin’ understand, what, a fuckin’ mind like me thinks/‘cause you’re gonna want it, fuckin’ everyday/you don’t know me, and you don’t fuckin’ know my way/of how I’ll work with you, and how I’ll make you fuckin’ scream/put my dick in you but it was on your teeth/I fuckin’ pull it out, and you’re fuckin’ wicked pissed/I’m gonna be like, “Bitch, what are you gonna do about it?/I fuckin’ did it to you twice!”/Now what are you gonna do about that?/Bitch, why don’t you do the fuckin’ math?/It’s me plus you, plus this fuckin’ bed/minus our clothes, we’re gettin’—I’m gettin’ fuckin’ head/and you fuckin’ love it, but your gag reflexes, are somethin’ else, ‘cause you’re throwin’ up everywhere/should I get the (blank), get your fuckin’ hair/fuckin’ pull it back so you don’t throw up everywhere?/
RW: Damn!
AS: Bitch, I know, you don’t fuckin’ care/‘cause your fuckin’ shitfaced and I don’t really give a fuck/why don’t you hop in, inside the bed of my truck?/and I’m gonna fuckin’ dump you inside the woods/after I roofed you and, did my goo with you/I fuckin’ screwed you and then I fuckin’ killed you/stabbed you in the chest and I don’t give a fuck/I don’t think twice about it, I really don’t care/I’ll fuckin’ roofie you, and then I’ll shave off all your hair/You didn’t expect that, did you? ‘Cause I’m fucked up/bitch, get ready for the back of my truck/you’re fuckin’ in there, your hands are duct-taped behind you/You don’t know what is goin’ on ‘cause I blindfolded you/and you’re fuckin’ freakin’ out/This is only the beginning, I’m cuttin’ all your teeth out!/with a fuckin’ hammer, and now that’s fucked up/get ready for what’s next, bitch, ‘cause it’s about to go, twice as insane/these cuts are fuckin’ killin’ my brain/just like these cuts, all over your body/that I’m leavin’ with a rusty razor blade, I’m feelin’ kinda naughty/So I’m gonna stick my dick, in your flesh wound/yeah right, bitch
RW: (laughs)
AS: I don’t give a fuck/I’m gonna fuckin’…
RW: (inhales)
AS: pour vinegar in it/and after that, I’ll put salt in it, then stick my dick in it/that’s how fucked up I am/but you still come runnin’ back to me like I’m your man/
RW: (laughs)
AS: and you fuckin’ love it, listen what’s next, ‘cause this is what Reuben’s gonna do to you/
RW: I ain’t gonna do shit to you/gonna do the shit, gonna do the piss/I’m gonna got to move, got a muthafucka ‘cause I got so many pits in my armpit/take it verse one muthafuckin’ parm bitch/eatin’ on the fuckin’ parmesan, bitch, damn/ain’t nobody really know, shawty what you know/damn, got them bitches steady hatin’ on me/and, I’m sittin’ on the fuckin’ manic chronic/damn, I’m sippin’ on the shit that’s gonna make me not wanna remember shit when I’m fuckin’ 30 years old, won’t it/and I’m sittin’ there sippin’ on the fuckin’ Patron/damn, all I talk about is one-sided/one fry which you buy from McDonald’s/one haligh bitch, one cry, one Thai/damn, I’m tyin’ all this shit up/tyin’ it in the back when you wake up/in the woods after Andrew drops you in the woods, nigga please, it’ll be like The Blair Witch Project all over again/nigga please, yeen really got it like me, 1999 all over again/post-2000 I’m at war with the pen/I’m straight out the pen with the fuckin’ dran Ed/lookin’ like Gen Ed shit but I’m not born in 1965/I’m straight livin’ in the ’91/just a little thirty-three, three years later/it’s thereabouts, but I’m not trying to hate her/not trying to do the math, not trying to be Jennifer Gonzoolez Gonzalez/I don’t know the bitch that’s name/But I do really know it’s not her problem I got a learning disability bitch/I got mad shit, don’t even know what 2+2 is/just kiddin’ I know, it’s not really the shit to blow/downtown for the coke/straight for the coke, not for the ‘dro/just kidding, uppers not downers, not bitches hatin’ my crowners/I’m sittin’ you wanna crown me, go fuckin’ down in the brownies/you wanna brown like a brown hoe, damn/and I’m usin’ the right shit with the Pam Ann/Erik’s in the cut, please pass that/but there ain’t no weed, I’m talkin’ about the last half/‘cause I know you got a big half end break/and that ain’t a fuckin’ euphemism, mane/I’m just sittin’ here lookin’ real swole, yo/errbody’s talkin’, yo/and it’s probably gonna be on the track, yo/‘cause they got the ‘dro, with the fuckin’ haters/and I got the flow, and I’m sippin’ on the bangers/‘cause you know I sip gasoline, sip at the gas station with the preen/and he’s talkin’ shit, but he ain’t really mean/all my side effects, damn, mad people, yo/Sean just entered the cut, errbody ‘bout to blow
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Amber Scanlan: Town/Woah, Jillian Newton scrapin' her tits on the ground/Yeah, it's too late to milk her boobs, it's too late/I said it's too late to milk her tits, it's too late/she moved on with a cow/
Reuben Walton: (in background singing high-pitched)
AS: Shut up Reuben, shut up Reuben. She moved on to another cow/yeah, I said it's too late to molest Newton/it's too late to fill up her boobs and milk bubs/it's too late to milk her boobs/it's way too late in the nighttime/call her up, it's three o'clock a.m./(vocalizing) Why? Why, Jillian, Why, Jillian, Why, Jillian, are you such a whore?
RW: Got you ten feet off the ground/
Derek Piotr: (Vocalizing), Here, I am able, to be some, you're my vitamin. (vocalizing) He'll throw the hair, he'll afford the fear, you form a score, how a vitamin. (vocalizing) You're my vitamin. (vocalizing) left to us, left to us, (vocalizing) left to us (vocalizing) left to us, left to us.
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Boy you look so good
I don't wanna let go
And although I should
I can't leave you alone
Cause you're so disarming
I'm caught up in the midst of you
And I cannot resist at all
Boy if I do
The things you wanna to
The way I used to do
Could you love me baby
You leave me feelin used
Cause you go and break my heart
Heartbreaker you've got the best of me
But I just keep on comin' back incessantly
Oh why did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
(Gimme your love, gimme your love)
(Gimme your love, gimme your love)
It's a shame to be
So euphoric and weak
When you smile at me
And you tell me things
That you know persuade me
To relinquish my love to you
But I cannot resist
At all
Boy if I do
The things you wanna to
The way I used to do
Would you love me baby
You leave me feelin used
Cause you go and break my heart
She wanna...
She wanna...
Yo, I won't say it again/
'Cause I already know I'm playin' the game/
And I'm playin' to win/
Back through the project yard where I was to play/
But damn that was fuckin' fifteen years ago, mane/
can't go back in time as much as I wish I could/
but the bottom line is everything happens for a reason/
it's the season/
'cause I make it: good (sung)
'cause I make him feel: good
and I know I'm: good
and I'm rollin' up the: good
So what you want?/
got it all right here, right in the back/
roll up the sticky and call it a night/
'cause I'm straight fuckin' wildin' out/
it's Thirsty Thursday and you know I'm partyin' out/
damn, have a night out on the town/
the streets of Lowell packed and I'm jammin' the gown/
damn, like the 1800's but damn/
I'm feelin' some of that stuff like man/
damn, I'm gettin' ready to leave in somebody's Ferrari/
But I'm tryna get mad fuckin' Maseratis/
So I'ma lay back low while ya clean the potty like: good
I'm out.
2010, y'all. This is how we do it in the 978/
you either ride or you ain't/
roll it up and pass it around/
yo, yo, yo, yo, (fade to background)
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6. |
At Times
06:56
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Reuben Walton: Shawty off the chain wit it…Rollin’ up in the club, lookin’ like I’m real fuckin’ planly numb/lookin’ like I’m so numb, I’m—but I’m not really numb/you fuckin’ really feel it, muthafuckin’ ill it in ya muthafuckin’ head/damn, I’m sittin’ there lookin’ like Pam Ann, damn/ain’t nobody look like me, ‘cause I’m mad chain and I’m sittin’ in the back, sippin’ on Scranton damn/with a big banana daiquiri you wish you was packin’ at me/you wish you was mackin’ me, errbody want me, damn/why you so obsessed with me, damn/couldn’t express to me enough, damn/(laughs) everybody wanna flex with me roughly/wanna do that scene in the back room right in the back teeth/mad teeth in my ass creek/wait, um that damn, wait, that’s fuckin’ nasty/what you ridin’ on a 18-wheeler/you tryna get all the shit while you’re tryna make some/mad casualties, it’ll be some Final Destination shit/it’ll be just like that scene, in 2002/wait, wait, it was on muthafuckin’ NBC or something and it was a movie/it was from Final Destination 2, and there were log and crash in back-back of all the SU/SUVs and fuckin’ Masera-ratis/and they-they fell on the ground, lookin’ like Federale (laughs)/gettin’ chain, gettin’ dough, damn/people gettin’ mad swole, gettin’ mad pussy, mad dick, mad hoes/mad niggas mad bitches, mad people, mad—um, partners/ma—mad people partyin’ mad hard (laughs)/havin’ mad sex/ooh, it’s mad trippy dude damn shawty/hoo…damn, damn, damn, damn/mmm…ooohhh…hoooo….oooooo…hey/hoo…ooooohh…I know I lack, certain things like/
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Reuben Walton: I see who you are...
DSD: Two...two...owt...two two, two...two...two...two...two two...two...t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two, t-two...
Khia: Now, I know one thang. Thug Misses face card clean. I've been called a bitch. Now, I know one thang. Thug Misses face card clean. I've been called a bitch, but I ain't never been called no hoe. Y'all hoes know who I'm talkin' 'bout. Now, I know one thang. Now, I know one thang.
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Mariah Carey and Krayzie Bone:
No matter what, baby (no matter)
No matter what people say (no matter what they say)
I still believe we can still be together
No matter what, baby (no matter)
No matter what people say (no matter what they say)
I still believe we can still be together
MC:
Baby, I still believe (still believe)
And it's more than my imagination
It's so real I know we're gonna be together
Krayzie:
If you still believe (still believe)
Fine, everything you're searchin' for, maybe more
MC:
Well, boy, you seem to be lost in uncertainty
But when you wake up feelin' wrong, you shoulda never let it go
KB:
Believe in your feelin', that's always been sure
I just weren't too certain that yours were
Legitimate, genuine, really the real McCoy
MC:
And after all this time, you look into my eyes
And everything is still the same
My love for you won't fade away
Chorus:
Baby, I still believe
And it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we're gonna be together
Baby, I had a dream
And it's more than my imagination
Because I still believe we belong together
Krayzie:
I'm still a believer of this, so STOP
Just listen and look into my eyes
I want you to visualize and realize
They say that it never been too easy
Being Krayzie Bone
To bitches that runnin' outta there with that persuasion
Runnin' up in my brain
Won't go insane
I figure that's why they be callin' me Krayzie
Cuz I still maintain
We gonna struggle through all them hard times
And I can tell you that peace and happiness hard to find
C'mon, we can get there
I'm not trying to make excuses or reasons
But these demons got me seeing things that's really misleading me
Baby, that's just my life
Baby, I'm just a thug, cold hearted
But I can feel the love
Just keep the faith, and don't break it
Shake all the players and haters
And next thing we will make it
And I say 'Yeah' and 'Uh huh'
You got to believe it (you got to believe)
You got to believe
Chorus:
Baby, I still believe (no matter)
And it's more than my imagination (no matter what they say)
It's so real I know we're gonna be together
(no matter, no matter what they say)
Baby, I had a dream (no matter)
And it's more than my imagination (no matter what they say)
Because I still believe we belong together
(no matter, no matter what they say)
MC:
If you wanna be with me (if you want)
Think about our love (to do it)
Nothing could be closer (until we come)
If we don't believe in it (let's do it)
Da Brat:
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, UGH!
I know you be missin' every bit of the feelin'
You'd get when you use to hit this
Cuz can't nobody fuck (cough) like me (heh heh)
They ownin' my business
And vicious lies can lead
To innocent victims losing their lives for greed
Paparazzi invading my privacy
Obviously, it's prophecy
Ain't no article that can stop me (you can't stop)
And even if my label drop me
I'ma still sell copies
I'm So So phenomenonal Def
Most know me for leaving bullet holes
In the abdominal, throat and chest
One of the baddest motherfuckers left (you know?)
Still puffin' and lovin' nothin' until my last breath
I only believe in what's possible (uh huh)
You ain't nuttin', my, me and amigo friend
They in the dugout, pretendin' to be unstoppable
Lose the ego!
Get in the way of my guns
And they ain't got no prob for droppin' you (uh huh)
The best thing for you to do is run
Cuz I'm plannin' on poppin' you
I gotta live my life, my life Damizza
Or Da Brat don't get no sunshine
Chorus to end, variations
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I don't know what you're after
Wanna know all the details of my disaster
Like an accident on the side of the road
When you're driving past slow but there's nothing to see here
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
I'm some kind of freak now and
You'll never see me the same
What's all the fuss about?
Are you sure you wanna find out?
Cause once you know the truth
You might wish you'd walked away
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
What if I'm not able
To put my cards on the table?
And would it liberate you
If you knew what I knew?
It's been over a year now and
I never saw him again
The facts and the fiction
Collide as the bodies untangle
And the traffic moves on like it did
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
Wanna take a look, take a look
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12. |
Only a Shadow
03:26
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The Love we have for you oh Lord
is only a shadow of your love for us
Only a shadow of your love for us
your deep abiding love.
Our own belief in you oh Lord
is only a shadow of your faith in us
Only a shadow of your faith in us
your deep and lasting faith.
Our lives are in your hands
Our lives are in your hands
Our love for you will grow oh Lord
your light in us will shine
The dreams we share today oh Lord
are only a shadow of your dreams for us
Only a shadow of your dreams for us
if we but follow you.
The joy we feel today oh lord
Is only a shadow of your joys for us.
Only a shadow of your joys for us
when we meet face to face.
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Dark End of the Street
02:45
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At the dark end of the street
that is where we always meet
hiding in shadows where we don't belong
living in darkness, to right our wrong
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
I know time's gonna take its toll
we have to pay for the love we stole
It's a sin and we know it's wrong
but our love keeps comin' on strong
Steal away to the dark end of the street
And when the daylight hours roll around
And if by chance we're both taken in and taken downtown
well if we should meet before then and just walk on by
oh sweet baby, please, don't you cry
'cause tonight we can share the same dreams
at the dark end of the street
you and me
at the dark end of the street
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Let’s go, Tom.
The weather’s here but you are strong.
The wax tears on your raincoat come
from candles when we walked in song.
Oh, you’ll never lose that light,
oh, you’ll never lose that light
though so much is gone.
You are my friend,
though words will fail me here again.
The sacraments will lift us.
And we set out in the day again.
Oh, you’ll never lose that light,
oh, you’ll never lose that light
Though so much is gone.
And you’re standing up
and it is coming down,
standing up and it is coming down,
standing up and it is coming down to you,
dear Tom.
Oh, you’ll never lose that light,
oh, you’ll never lose that light
though so much is gone.
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Where's the harm in voicing a doubt
you'll find me in the lavatory
and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own
what's so wrong with reading my stars
when I'll be in the lavatory
and what is so wrong with counting the cars when I'm all alone
you're not the only one that I know
and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
you're not the only one that I know
and I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
so I say I'm in love with the world
and what is so wrong with voicing a doubt when I'm on my own
it's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair
from Monday 'til Saturday
and what is so wrong with talking out loud when I'm all alone
you're not the only one that I know
and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
you're, you're not the only one that I know
but I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
so they rode out west to the seaside
and they gladly decided to stay
but after two hours wandering outside
ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah
you're not the only one that I know
and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
you're not the only one that I know
and I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
you're not the only one
but I'm far too proud you're so
you're, you're
but I know, I know, I know, I know
I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
but if you do, don't you know
that I don't mind, no, no, no
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Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...
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Derek Piotr: Untouchable here in innocence all the innocence in the world is draining into one little spark I don white wig clothes on my neon sculpture bound lung and sweeping all the innocence in the world is draining into one innocence all the innocence who still amazings oh innocence drop the maker innocence drum with innocence
Reuben Walton: Can I get an "I"?
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Reuben Walton Falmouth, Massachusetts
Reuben Walton is a singer/songwriter and music producer based in Falmouth, MA. He is a graduate of Musicians Institute in
Hollywood's Independent Artist program and their Electronic Music Production program, as well as UMass Lowell’s Music Business undergraduate program.
In 2019 he put out a self-titled EP working with producer AVLI Music and is now regularly releasing new music.
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