"My God"
People -- what have you done --
locked Him in His golden cage.
Made Him bend to your religion --
Him resurrected from the grave.
He is the god of nothing --
if that's all that you can see.
You are the god of everything --
He's inside you and me.
So lean upon Him gently
and don't call on Him to save you
from your social graces
and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England --
in chains of history --
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
And the graven image you-know-who --
with His plastic crucifix --
he's got him fixed --
confuses me as to who and where and why --
as to how he gets his kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin --
the endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday to
all the gods that you can count.
MAT KEARNEY LYRICS - All I Have
"All I Have"
Here we go at it three years later
Will you help me to dream it all up again
Tired of the same song everyone's singing
Rather be lost with you instead
Don't you come around here
Come around here anymore
Dragging my fears
Dragging my fears
Out the door
All I have
All I have
All I have
Well, you know it's yours
Every breathe
Every step
Every moment
I'm looking for
All I have
All I have
All I have
Is yours
And you watch my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
Is it cold yet in New York City?
'Round here the trees been blowing off bare
Everyone's talking about change on the airwaves
I still got you on my breathe
Don't you come around here
Come around here anymore
Dragging my fears
Dragging my fears
Out the door
All I have
All I have
All I have
Well, you know it's yours
Every breathe
Every step
Every moment
I'm looking for
All I have
All I have
All I have
Is yours
And you watch my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
Oh I still trying to do my hardest
Pick us all up from the fall oh
Off the little corner of the darkness
Just a crack the light in the middle of it all
All I have
All I have
All I have
Well, you know it's yours
Every breathe
Every step
Every moment
I'm looking for
All I have
All I have
All I have
Is yours
And you watch my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
Watching my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
Here we go at it three years later
Will you help me to dream it all up again
Tired of the same song everyone's singing
Rather be lost with you instead
Don't you come around here
Come around here anymore
Dragging my fears
Dragging my fears
Out the door
All I have
All I have
All I have
Well, you know it's yours
Every breathe
Every step
Every moment
I'm looking for
All I have
All I have
All I have
Is yours
And you watch my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
Is it cold yet in New York City?
'Round here the trees been blowing off bare
Everyone's talking about change on the airwaves
I still got you on my breathe
Don't you come around here
Come around here anymore
Dragging my fears
Dragging my fears
Out the door
All I have
All I have
All I have
Well, you know it's yours
Every breathe
Every step
Every moment
I'm looking for
All I have
All I have
All I have
Is yours
And you watch my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
Oh I still trying to do my hardest
Pick us all up from the fall oh
Off the little corner of the darkness
Just a crack the light in the middle of it all
All I have
All I have
All I have
Well, you know it's yours
Every breathe
Every step
Every moment
I'm looking for
All I have
All I have
All I have
Is yours
And you watch my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
Watching my heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
My heart break a little bit more
MA$E LYRICS - Gettin' It
"Gettin' It"
(feat. Funkmaster Flex)
[Mase]
How 'my complain, na?
When I'm as pretty as my father?
And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
That know each other (yeah)
Yo, I'm the problem nigga's got, but scared to step to it
If a nigga really want it with me? Let's do it
See cats in the club, it's just music
Thieves and killers'll tell ya, I just proved it
I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it
Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it
I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it
Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it
Come clean now, I'll send these tests to it
I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"
You know I hide B's on it
Come on B. S. and leave on it
Get 50 grand and breathe on it
Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it
Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor
If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar
So I greet them like the chicken they are
Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car
Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law
Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you
So all them cowards wanna ride with you
They either die with you, or lie cripple
Mess with me, now why would you?
Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple
Double Up
[1 - Mase & Flex]
Where all my down super star's at? (Gettin' it)
Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it)
Where the 90 girls that? (Gettin' it)
Where the girls around the world at? (Gettin' it)
Real hair, real furs (Gettin' it)
Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it)
For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it)
Can't forget my niggas locked down at
(Gettin' it, uh huh)
[Mase]
Yo, it's like some be real, sold me three and squeal
Some hold they head, some see appeal
Some come home wild in the week to kill
Then show old cats young cats be real
Deep throat be how I greet my chick
Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six
Any man call me fam', got at least a brick
Shut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicks
When I'm down and out and I need the chips
Vietnam will be how I leave your script
And it take dough just to reach the rich
So can't no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not
Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked
And any cat mess with us get one shot
To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot
Blaque, back up, what what
Blaque, back up, All Out
(Where you at? Where you at?)
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, please don't make Murda live out the name
I'm only here to get enough, then I'm out the game
A nigga didn't want drama, why he came?
It's like tryin' to win, know you cross the grain
Messin' with my niggas, ya'll will both get the same
Cut 'cross the face, now you both look the same
Still wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine
Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
Please don't be stupid, come out the chain
Don't be a hero, this clip will bang
A nigga like Mase probably got everything
X-30 G's, then why buy a plane?
No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things
Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range
Uh, All Out (c'mon)
Bad Boy, Double Up
(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
It's not a game
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Come on, Come on
(feat. Funkmaster Flex)
[Mase]
How 'my complain, na?
When I'm as pretty as my father?
And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
That know each other (yeah)
Yo, I'm the problem nigga's got, but scared to step to it
If a nigga really want it with me? Let's do it
See cats in the club, it's just music
Thieves and killers'll tell ya, I just proved it
I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it
Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it
I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it
Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it
Come clean now, I'll send these tests to it
I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"
You know I hide B's on it
Come on B. S. and leave on it
Get 50 grand and breathe on it
Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it
Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor
If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar
So I greet them like the chicken they are
Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car
Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law
Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you
So all them cowards wanna ride with you
They either die with you, or lie cripple
Mess with me, now why would you?
Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple
Double Up
[1 - Mase & Flex]
Where all my down super star's at? (Gettin' it)
Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it)
Where the 90 girls that? (Gettin' it)
Where the girls around the world at? (Gettin' it)
Real hair, real furs (Gettin' it)
Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it)
For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it)
Can't forget my niggas locked down at
(Gettin' it, uh huh)
[Mase]
Yo, it's like some be real, sold me three and squeal
Some hold they head, some see appeal
Some come home wild in the week to kill
Then show old cats young cats be real
Deep throat be how I greet my chick
Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six
Any man call me fam', got at least a brick
Shut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicks
When I'm down and out and I need the chips
Vietnam will be how I leave your script
And it take dough just to reach the rich
So can't no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not
Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked
And any cat mess with us get one shot
To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot
Blaque, back up, what what
Blaque, back up, All Out
(Where you at? Where you at?)
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, please don't make Murda live out the name
I'm only here to get enough, then I'm out the game
A nigga didn't want drama, why he came?
It's like tryin' to win, know you cross the grain
Messin' with my niggas, ya'll will both get the same
Cut 'cross the face, now you both look the same
Still wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine
Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
Please don't be stupid, come out the chain
Don't be a hero, this clip will bang
A nigga like Mase probably got everything
X-30 G's, then why buy a plane?
No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things
Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range
Uh, All Out (c'mon)
Bad Boy, Double Up
(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
It's not a game
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Come on, Come on
ENRIQUE IGLESIAS LYRICS - Tu Y Yo
"Tu Y Yo"
Tu y yo
Adictos en ansiedad
Sin pensar absoluta debilided
En el amor
Apunto estamos de naufragar
Y entonces quien me explicara
Porque no dejo de pensar en ti
Y es apesar de
Que esta todo mal
No esta en mis planes
Dejarte de amar
Mi corazon no te quiere olvidar
Estoy atado atu piel
Tu y yo
Coincidioms al andar
Sin dudar
Es una guerra era sin final
Pasion, dolor
Es una mala combinacion
Y entonces quien me explicara
Porque no dejo de pensar en ti
Y es apesar de
Que esta todo mal
No esta en mis planes
Dejarte de amar
Mi corazon no te quiere olvidar
Estoy atado atu piel
Tu y yo
Es una mala combinacion
Y entonces quien me explicara
Porque no dejo de pensar en ti
Y es apesar de
Que esta todo mal
No esta en mis planes
Dejarte de amar
Mi corazon no te quiere olvidar
Estoy atado atu piel
Tu y yo
Adictos en ansiedad
Sin pensar absoluta debilided
En el amor
Apunto estamos de naufragar
Y entonces quien me explicara
Porque no dejo de pensar en ti
Y es apesar de
Que esta todo mal
No esta en mis planes
Dejarte de amar
Mi corazon no te quiere olvidar
Estoy atado atu piel
Tu y yo
Coincidioms al andar
Sin dudar
Es una guerra era sin final
Pasion, dolor
Es una mala combinacion
Y entonces quien me explicara
Porque no dejo de pensar en ti
Y es apesar de
Que esta todo mal
No esta en mis planes
Dejarte de amar
Mi corazon no te quiere olvidar
Estoy atado atu piel
Tu y yo
Es una mala combinacion
Y entonces quien me explicara
Porque no dejo de pensar en ti
Y es apesar de
Que esta todo mal
No esta en mis planes
Dejarte de amar
Mi corazon no te quiere olvidar
Estoy atado atu piel
EXTREME LYRICS - Flesh 'N' Blood
"Flesh 'N' Blood"
Flesh 'N' Blood
A human fascination
Acquired the taste
Right on my face
Naughty
Lost in lust
A hopeless situation
Let the game begin
I'm shirts you're skins
Naughty
These hunger pains
Growing inside me every day
I feel it in my veins
Burning inside me every day
[CHORUS:]
I wanna eat your body
Eat your body
Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
Talkin' 'bout your body
Flesh, blood
I think I'm in love
Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
Eating up your body
Driving down
A sticky occupation
I need another shot
Of some food for thought
Naughty
These hunger pains
Growing inside me every day
I feel it in my veins
Burning inside me every day
[CHORUS]
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
On everybody else's body
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
On everybody
Vegetarians eat your heart out
Flesh 'N' Blood
A human fascination
Acquired the taste
Right on my face
Naughty
Lost in lust
A hopeless situation
Let the game begin
I'm shirts you're skins
Naughty
These hunger pains
Growing inside me every day
I feel it in my veins
Burning inside me every day
[CHORUS:]
I wanna eat your body
Eat your body
Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
Talkin' 'bout your body
Flesh, blood
I think I'm in love
Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
Eating up your body
Driving down
A sticky occupation
I need another shot
Of some food for thought
Naughty
These hunger pains
Growing inside me every day
I feel it in my veins
Burning inside me every day
[CHORUS]
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
On everybody else's body
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
On everybody
Vegetarians eat your heart out
JEFFREE STAR LYRICS - Party Crusher
"Party Crusher"
God's Paparazzi.
And Mrs. Orange County.
Jeffree Star.
20 dolla bill - hoe what the deal?
50 dolla bill - hoe what the deal?
100 dolla bill - hoe what the deal?
This is how it feels...
Bitch, get'em.
Girl you got some big tits (but that's about it, that's about it).
You got some pretty lips (but that's about it, that's about it).
You're dancin' on my dick (but that's about it, that's about it).
But I like men, bitch! (but that's about it, that's about it).
From New York to LA (but that's about it, that's about it).
We do this every day (but that's about it, that's about it).
I'll fuck all of your friends (but that's about it, that's about it).
In my Mercedes Benz (but that's about it, that's about it).
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
I'm a party crusher (but that's about it, that's about it).
A sick motherfucker (but that's about it, that's about it).
Miss Trouble Maker (but that's about it, that's about it).
Body/face breaker (but that's about it, that's about it).
From New York to LA (but that's about it, that's about it).
We do this every day (but that's about it, that's about it).
I'll fuck all of your friends (but that's about it, that's about it).
In my Mercedes Benz (but that's about it, that's about it).
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
We gon' party in this bitch.
We gon' party in this bitch.
P-Party in this bitch.
We gon' party in this bitch.
From New York to LA.
We do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day.
We do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day.
We do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day.
Do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day...
From New York to LA (but that's about it, that's about it).
We do this every day (but that's about it, that's about it).
I'll fuck all of your friends (but that's about it, that's about it).
In my Mercedes Benz (but that's about it, that's about it).
God's Paparazzi.
And Mrs. Orange County.
Jeffree Star.
20 dolla bill - hoe what the deal?
50 dolla bill - hoe what the deal?
100 dolla bill - hoe what the deal?
This is how it feels...
Bitch, get'em.
Girl you got some big tits (but that's about it, that's about it).
You got some pretty lips (but that's about it, that's about it).
You're dancin' on my dick (but that's about it, that's about it).
But I like men, bitch! (but that's about it, that's about it).
From New York to LA (but that's about it, that's about it).
We do this every day (but that's about it, that's about it).
I'll fuck all of your friends (but that's about it, that's about it).
In my Mercedes Benz (but that's about it, that's about it).
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
I'm a party crusher (but that's about it, that's about it).
A sick motherfucker (but that's about it, that's about it).
Miss Trouble Maker (but that's about it, that's about it).
Body/face breaker (but that's about it, that's about it).
From New York to LA (but that's about it, that's about it).
We do this every day (but that's about it, that's about it).
I'll fuck all of your friends (but that's about it, that's about it).
In my Mercedes Benz (but that's about it, that's about it).
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you drop it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
Pick it up now.
Let me see you suck it down.
We gon' party in this bitch.
We gon' party in this bitch.
P-Party in this bitch.
We gon' party in this bitch.
From New York to LA.
We do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day.
We do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day.
We do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day.
Do this every day.
Every day, day, day, day...
From New York to LA (but that's about it, that's about it).
We do this every day (but that's about it, that's about it).
I'll fuck all of your friends (but that's about it, that's about it).
In my Mercedes Benz (but that's about it, that's about it).
THE BIRD AND THE BEE LYRICS - Birthday
"Birthday"
Who knows your birthday
Who knows your number
Who knows your color
Who knows your hands
Who knows the sum
The sum of all your parts
Who knows your limit
Who knows your highest
Who knows your lowest
Who knows your end
Who knows that bottom
The bottom of your heart
Hold on, hold on
Keep holding on to me
I will love you from the bottom
No one holds you better than me
Hold on, hold on
Doing the best we can
I will love you on your birthday
I will love you better than them
Who knows the reason
Who knows the cure
Who knows the answer
Who knows the cause
Who knows the pain
The pain when we're apart
Hold on, hold on
Keep holding on to me
I will love you from the bottom
No one holds you better than me
Hold on, hold on
Doing the best we can
I will love you on your birthday
I will love you better than them
Who knows your birthday
Who knows your number
Who knows your color
Who knows your hands
Who knows the sum
The sum of all your parts
Who knows your limit
Who knows your highest
Who knows your lowest
Who knows your end
Who knows that bottom
The bottom of your heart
Hold on, hold on
Keep holding on to me
I will love you from the bottom
No one holds you better than me
Hold on, hold on
Doing the best we can
I will love you on your birthday
I will love you better than them
Who knows the reason
Who knows the cure
Who knows the answer
Who knows the cause
Who knows the pain
The pain when we're apart
Hold on, hold on
Keep holding on to me
I will love you from the bottom
No one holds you better than me
Hold on, hold on
Doing the best we can
I will love you on your birthday
I will love you better than them
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