DA BRAT LYRICS - That's What I'm Looking For

"That's What I'm Looking For"



Brat

Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh

Is that like flossin' shit?

You just like walk in and so people say

"Oh shit, it's him"

Bounce to this, come on



Where my rag wearing soldiers that

Love to watch the dough stack

Never leave the house without their strap

That's what I'm looking for



They know just what a woman need

Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed

When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit

That's what I'm looking for



Where my Rolley wearing thugs who

Claim they don't love you

But any time you want something done, they do it

That's what I'm looking for



The ball-all-night type

Frontin', screamin', thug life

That's the type of nigga I like

That's what I'm looking for



I get high, get mine

I like a thug in my life to get by

That's why I spit shine the pussy

'Til it get tight and fine

He push me over to the other side

If he act right he could hit it from behind

We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax

Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat

Till you come back for more



Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight

You ain't gotta tell me so

So Def is the way that I flow

Made to blow, pave the road

Unfadable, capable to save your hoe



Wherever I go, stack dough

I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke

If it's time to lick of shots he don't choke

Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low



For the show stopper, this for the know nadas

Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name

They follow me when I drivin' the range

And wait for me to finish performing backstage



Never have a nigga yawning

When they keep up with the shorty

Weed pumping as strong as me

Gotta be the ball-all-night type

I like it every minute when he charmin' me



Where my rag wearing soldiers that

Love to watch the dough stack

Never leave the house without their strap

That's what I'm looking for



They know just what a woman need

Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed

When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit

That's what I'm looking for



Where my Rolley wearing thugs who

Claim they don't love you

But any time you want something done, they do it

That's what I'm looking for



The ball-all-night type

Frontin', screamin', thug life

That's the type of nigga I like

That's what I'm looking for



Stretch out your arms, flip out your wrists

Let me see what to hit for

I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop

A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock

When we stepping in the door we killing? em

Let the heads know we ain't feeling them

Or affiliated with them



I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop

Niggas that wanna show off, don't just stop

My soldier's not having that

I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat

And make million dollar deals for Brat

And pay some of the bills for Brat

And just chill for Brat



Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope

Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability

Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now

I can't afford to sit down, get bored if

We got hits out nigga need big clout

Don't crowd my space if we dip out

Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out



Never leave the house without weed and a glock

Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box

And in the drawer when he find his underwear

I keep a fresh do rag in his hair



Where my rag wearing soldiers that

Love to watch the dough stack

Never leave the house without their strap

That's what I'm looking for



They know just what a woman need

Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed

When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit

That's what I'm looking for



Where my Rolley wearing thugs who

Claim they don't love you

But any time you want something done, they do it

That's what I'm looking for



The ball-all-night type

Frontin', screamin', thug life

That's the type of nigga I like

That's what I'm looking for



That's what I'm looking for

That's what I'm looking for

That's what I'm looking for

That's what I'm looking for

LESS THAN JAKE LYRICS - My Very Own Flag

"My Very Own Flag"



Something that's inside of me

It's something that I cannot see

Like rules and regulations

Passed down for generations

I wish I had my very own flag,

And as I walk away

I can hear you say

I wish that I had my own flag

SIMON WEBBE LYRICS - My Soul Pleads For You

"My Soul Pleads For You"



Oh yeh yeh, oh oh, hey



There's a place I've never been

A place I long to be

Will I reach? I just don't know

Still I hope one day I'll go, hey



My wish just never seems to come, yeah

I know for certain you're the one, yeah

So close I get, still no cigar

Carrying my wounded heart, yeah



I can't stop the river from running, I can't, I can't

I can't stop the rain from falling down on me, oh no no

I know I'm not what you want

I'm hoping in time you'll see how

My soul pleads for you



Not every time you meet someone and

You both just click in a minute

Baby it's the eye contact, smile like that

Click click and you're rolling

Can't stop calling you, I don't know what to do

Baby you're making me break down all of my rules, yeah



I can't stop the river from running, (I can't stop the river from running)

I can't stop the rain from falling down on me, oh no no

I know I'm not what you want

I'm hoping in time you'll see how

My soul pleads for you, (yeah, yeah, yeah)



Now I can believe you've put a spell on me

Oh it's the way it seems, I can't keep you out my dreams

Oh I get chills baby, when I can't talk to you

I'm in pain and I hope you feel the way I do



I can't stop the river from running, (I can't stop the river from running)

I can't stop the rain from falling down on me, oh no no

I know I'm not what you want

I'm hoping in time you'll see how

My soul pleads for you, (yeah, yeah, yeah)



I know for certain you're the one baby

So close, and no cigar

I carry this, my wounded heart

So close but yet so far



[Chorus until fade]

RYAN ADAMS LYRICS - 29

"29"



I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York



Just like a motherless son of a bitch

Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke

Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs



I took a train and came up from Carolina

I was looking for something to do

Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me

With nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes



I should've died a hundred thousand times

Teetering stoned off the side of buildings

Nobody loved me and nobody even tried

You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs



I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk

I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out

He leered at my lady and then he touched her face

Thank God she had the money to bail me out

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes



Bar room boogie just like in the movies

Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on

Take me where the morning don't come



I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid

Until one day he wandered off and died

One night I went in the yard and dug him up

And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones

Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs



I used to get loaded and baby Id drive your car

It seemed like there was always a cop

Coming behind me and following close as they could

Eventually they'd just trail off

Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs

Cry me a river till the morning comes



Bar room boogie just like in the movies

Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on

Take me where the morning don't come



I think I died a hundred thousand times

Mixing liquor with mystery pills

Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine

Face down out on the riverside

Most of my friends are married and making them babies

To most of them I already died

And whatever it is about you I've always hated

Is something about myself I just couldn't hide

And I'm going going baby I'm gone



So cry me a river to the other side of the morning

To where the morning don't come

To where the morning don't come

To where the morning don't come

KEITH URBAN LYRICS - Who Wouldn't Wanna Be Me

"Who Wouldn't Wanna Be Me"



I got no money in my pockets

I got a hole in my jeans

I had a job and I lost it

But it won't get to me



'Cause I'm ridin' with my baby

and it's a brand new day

We're on the wheels of an angel

Flyin' away



And the sun is shinin'

This road keeps windin'

Through the prettiest country

From Georgia to Tennessee

And I got the one I love beside me

My troubles behind me

I'm alive and I'm free

Who wouldn't wanna be me



Now she's strummin' on my six-string

Across her pretty knees

She's stompin' out a rhythm

And singin' to me the sweetest song



The sun is shinin'

And this road keeps windin'

Through the prettiest country

From Georgia to Tennessee

And I got the one I love beside me

My troubles behind me

I'm alive and I'm free

Who wouldn't wanna be me



The sun is shinin'

And this road's still windin'

Through the prettiest country

From Georgia to Tennessee

And I got the one I love beside me

My troubles behind me

I'm alive and I'm free

Who wouldn't wanna be me



I got no money in my pockets

I got a hole in my jeans

We're on the wheels of an angel

And I'm free

She's strummin' on my six-string

It's across her pretty knees

She's stompin' out a rhythm

And she's singin' to me

LYNYRD SKYNYRD LYRICS - Roll Gypsy Roll

"Roll Gypsy Roll"



Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines

Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'

Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll

But the man with the plan says the band has got to go

I said roll gypsy roll

Lord just pick up your bags and go



Met many a woman on my way down the line

Every woman that I met I left satisfied

I made lots of money, just how much I don't know

But most of the money I done stuck up my nose

I said roll gypsy roll

Lord just pick up your bags and go



Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told

He's always hungry, he's always on the go

With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be

When you're moving around from town to town



Made lots of money just how much I don't know

But most of the money I done stuck up my nose

And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going

I don't know

MANIC STREET PREACHERS LYRICS - Soul Contamination

"Soul Contamination"



Everyone is staring with the glaze of obsession

Interlocking cartels bypassing the bone

The empty statement of artschool dissension

Institutionalised expression of mass control



And if when America flings in whole

Your pile of misery where centuries be

And he does win a holiday after a poll

One per cent interest stand up with glee



Soul contamination spreads the germs of finance

Making weak minds think this is what they want

Power facts are brutally sold to worn darkened skin

Arise the new scum arise to the sound of a drum



With your desk degrees in civil engineering

They're drawing up plans for a future for themselves

And sweet daddy buys up a university

On a mission tied next to suits



Soul contamination - die because you crossed by fire

Soul contamination - poverty expressed in your heart

Soul contamination - arise, surrender, burn

Soul contamination - do you rise up