Even Rude Lyrics
Even Rude Lyrics
"Year Of The Rat Lyrics"
I'M A LADY Lyrics
(T. Britten, G. Lyle) Producer: Terry Britten Albums: Simply the Best (OZ) B-side of the "Love Thing" UK/GER single You’re so crude But you’re so nice A boy like you could use some advice You’re so cr
(T. Britten, G. Lyle) Producer: Terry Britten Albums: Simply the Best (OZ) B-side of the "Love Thing" UK/GER single You’re so crude But you’re so nice A boy like you could use some advice You’re so cr
You can't take anyone at their word, that's absurd.
A friend in need, a friend with weed, just got my eyes blurred.
The stimulus propelled us into a full blown nightmare.
It's a shame it's not a game up in here.
Settled in the womb, put me in my tomb, corner of the room,
speed buggy get me out of here.
Varoom-a-zoom-zoom, booties on a loom, riding on a 'shroom,
through the temple of doom. Speed buggy get me out.
Back around the way, because of the day, I'm just hanging
cooling with t
Jimmy's Road Lyrics
This is Jimmy's road where Jimmy liked to play This is Jimmy's grass where Jimmy liked to lay around This is Jimmy's tree where Jimmy liked to climb But Jimmy went to war and something changed his mind This is the battle ground where Jim
he No G's, fronting about banging. This is Jimmy's road where Jimmy liked to play This is Jimmy's grass where Jimmy liked to lay around This is Jimmy's tree where Jimmy liked to climb But Jimmy went to war and something changed his mind This is the battle ground where Jim
Kicking it South-Central in a Mid-West style,
40's on the porch, black Jordan's, no smile.
I'm wearing Starters, playing hoop in the rain.
I'm talking Candy Cane park and it will never be the same.
I don't wanna be loved by you. I don't want to hear you singing that song.
Where are you gonna be after High School?
I don't want to see you tagging along.
I only wanted to be with you 'cause it's getting lonely down by the lockers.
I don't wanta be seen with
Show Me Love Lyrics
Love is patient love is kind You love me and you don't mind That I'm not so perfect You know I'm unrefined And my actions fail to show But in spite of me you seem to know That I only want to love you I don't mean to be so coldyou. I don't wanta smell Georgio.
I don't even know what to do. When you trip and try to run my show.
I got no love the the trix or the kids.
I'm on my own and I'm out for my kicks.
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The year of the rat. When we were all that.
You can bet your life on history coming back to serve us.
A four-finger ring used to make a sucker nervous.
You see me, you need me, you eggs are in my basket.
Believe me, to be me, you gotta get that ass kicked.
This is only one of the things that I
Gotta get on with my life and get away from you.
A light in the attic where the sidewalk ends,
We can't be together so we'll be friends.
Hip-hop, thugalot when I was a youngster.
Move away, straight A's and now you're just a buster.
Shake, shimmy on the scene of a pipedream.
Rock around the clock, you see me driving, you see the sheen.
I'm maxing at parties.
I'm booming in my car.
I'm hanging with the groovies.
All my boys-you know who you are.
C
Love is patient love is kind You love me and you don't mind That I'm not so perfect You know I'm unrefined And my actions fail to show But in spite of me you seem to know That I only want to love you I don't mean to be so cold
I don't even know what to do. When you trip and try to run my show.
I got no love the the trix or the kids.
I'm on my own and I'm out for my kicks.
C
The year of the rat. When we were all that.
You can bet your life on history coming back to serve us.
A four-finger ring used to make a sucker nervous.
You see me, you need me, you eggs are in my basket.
Believe me, to be me, you gotta get that ass kicked.
This is only one of the things that I
Creations In The Fire Lyrics
where’s the fuel where’s the engine where’s the pressure and release are you a muse or match creation made to burn accelerates woven into words you see the artist in the arson you see potential in decay creations in the fire shape the flame find the beauty
wanta do.where’s the fuel where’s the engine where’s the pressure and release are you a muse or match creation made to burn accelerates woven into words you see the artist in the arson you see potential in decay creations in the fire shape the flame find the beauty
Gotta get on with my life and get away from you.
A light in the attic where the sidewalk ends,
We can't be together so we'll be friends.
Hip-hop, thugalot when I was a youngster.
Move away, straight A's and now you're just a buster.
Shake, shimmy on the scene of a pipedream.
Rock around the clock, you see me driving, you see the sheen.
I'm maxing at parties.
I'm booming in my car.
I'm hanging with the groovies.
All my boys-you know who you are.
C