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04/21/2009 |
1. | Introduction (instrumental) |
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4. | String Interlude (instrumental) |
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Everyone wanna get a piece of what I got today
Show me cars, tell me all about the stars you used to play
You wanna run it all
So you can really ball
But you should never try to walk
Until you learn to crawl
Don’t wanna hold your hand
Just wanna be a man
But I don’t think you understand
C’mon
No no no
Don’t you tell me what to do
Cuz I’m going on my own
Yeah I’m going on my own
No no no
Don’t you tell me what to say
Cuz I’m going on my own
Well I’m going on my own
Every time that you get me on the line it’s all the same
Porn star tale, got a condo out in Vail, you own the game
You wanna run it all
So you can really ball
But you should never try to walk
Until you learn to crawl
Don’t wanna hold your hand
Just wanna be a man
But I don’t think you understand
C’mon
(Chorus)
Oh no, don’t you tell me that you’ll get me paid
Bally kicks and a CLK
Oh I’d be livin the life
And oh no, don’t you tell me that you got big plans
Motherfucker, this is in my hands
And I’ll be callin the shots
You wanna run it all
So you can really ball
But you should never try to walk
Until you learn to crawl
Don’t wanna hold your hand
Just wanna be a man
But I don’t think you understand
(Chorus)
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Oh no, I never been to L.A.
I never hung around with so many nuts
And ‘ye said that there’d be drunk and hot girls
But I’m not tryin to mess with no sluts
Cuz I just need a girl like you
Who doesn’t wanna shop at Dior
So come inside and lock that hotel door
I wanna learn a little more
Oh (oh) this ain’t groupie love
Cuz you mean so much to me
You’re my Bebe Buell
You’re my Puerto Rican Pamela Lee
And I’m here and I’m now
And I’m chasing the charts
I’m tryin to buy myself a house in the hills
I’m in town
And you’re down
So let’s go
Now you know that I been locked up in school
And I been foamin at the mouth for awhile
And you might be everything that I need
But maybe I just need to get wild
Cuz all these females, lookin sexy
Start to make me think like a perv
And I been waiting so long that it hurts
I only want what I deserve
(Chorus)
This is my dream
All I wanted was to be seen
La la la la - woah oh oh
La la la la - oh oh
Feelings are strong
Let’s cut our losses move it along
La la la la - woah oh oh
La la la la - oh oh
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Spending my time on a girl I know
And she keeps me clean
A first-rate whore knocking at my door
Yeah I miss pristine
A French maid, get paid, touch the floor
And she's got me
She's got Jimmy Choo's, ooo's, ooo's
She needs Jimmy Choo's, ooo's, ooo's
Spending my time, spending my time,
Spending my time on a girl I know
But she's on the prowl
She grabs all the cash from the paper stash
She takes it all
Cheesecake, fake name, disco ball
She's got me
She's got Jimmy Choo's, ooo's, ooo's
She needs Jimmy Choo's, ooo's, ooo's
She's got Jimmy Choo's, ooo's, ooo's
She needs Jimmy Choo's, ooo's, ooo's
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Well baby I been lookin for a little
Time to unwind for a minute
And I spent my day tryin to get my lay
And I need some relaxin
So I call
And I write
But you’re locked away at night
And I hold the urge inside but it’s not gone
Yeah yeah yeah
Well sometimes I’m not tryin to rhyme
I won’t say something clever
And I beg you please for the birds and bees
But it won’t last forever
But those eyes in your head
Well they butter all my bread
And I’m looking for a girl who feeds me well
Yeah yeah yeah
Time to unwind
Time to unwind for a minute
Time to unwind for a minute
Time to unwind for a minute
Time to unwind for a minute...
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In my room
When no one’s home
I want you here
Marissa Rome
You’re so fresh
You’re fresh to death
But you’ve turned your tricks
Made such a mess
And the fingers of your mind
Have wrapped around my spine
And made me feel so blind
In my sleep
You’re by my side
And I’m seeing pink
But my tongue is tied
So pick me up
And let’s get around
Marissa, dear
Don’t let me down
(Chorus)
And no matter what you do
Just please don’t say we’re through
Cuz I’m holding out for you
(Chorus)
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When I stay awake
Never take a break
Eyes begin to ache
All the way
When I stay inside
Never close my eyes
Always close the blinds
All the way
I live on a boat
In a moat, castaway
By day
You can say what you will
You live in a town
In a town that is brown
Not white
That’s suburban flight
When I raise a hand
Not in my command
Hit the baby grand
All the way
Can I get a rise
Make a big surprise
Live between her thighs
All the way
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Well I've been fooled
And I've fooled around
No sense to lie
About where I'm bound
But once it's light
And you're home
There won't be no time to burn
Burn through the night
Throw me away
Ten troubles deep
On Mother's Day
But once it's light
And you're home
There won't be no time to burn
The names and the fridge
Are gonna have to wait their turn
See I'm dressed
And I'm done
Yeah I'm coming for the sun
I've got to get some rest
And no,
Won't you cover my face
I'm looking pale
And it is time to go home
Beneath the veil
Mother feels so alone
Beneath the veil
She's so alone
You know I'm scared
Scared straight to hell
Just hear my voice
Know I'm not well
But once it's light
And you're home
There won't be no time to burn
The names and the fridge
Are gonna have to wait their turn
See I'm dressed
And I'm done
Yeah I'm coming for the sun
I've got to get some...
And no,
Won't you cover my face
I'm looking pale
And it is time to go home
Beneath the veil
Mother feels so alone
Beneath the veil
She's so alone
And no,
Won't you make me up nice
While I'm around
Before I get out of town
Beneath the ground
There is barely a sound
Beneath the ground
There's not a sound
Oh woah, oh woah
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Everybody knows this song
But why did it take so long
Now your children they are grown
Wearing makeup and cologne
Working’s tired out your eyes
Yeah drinking milkshakes, eating fries
Grease your hair down, polish up your shoes
Get a girlfriend, take her to the zoo
Check your balance, paycheck’s coming through
Something’s going on my friend, it’s you
Days are turning into years
What a wonderful career
Now your children they are grown
And your wife is all alone
It’s time to find out where you’re at
Cuz we don’t want no heart attack
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Late night, long flight, sleep till we land
Hotel, dead cell, sun bathes the sand
Met you at school, made me your fool
Always were just out of reach
Flying away, trying to make this my day
I’m hung up again on a peach
I try to say what I gotta say
But I’m not through
I try to do what I gotta do
But I’m not over you
Night talk, sleep walk most of my life
Drunk bold, truth told, think you’re my wife
Out on the shore, telling you more
Than I ever thought you should know
Completely obsessed, but you’re not impressed
So maybe it’s best if I go
(Chorus)
I’m not a child, I’m not a child now
My thoughts are changing
Bit me twice
Not shy but rearranging
All of my hopes
Say it’s just hoes
Can’t touch my feelings
But that ain’t true
Or I’d be past you
(Chorus)
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somebody call my baby
somebody call my
i think i need my
always around to please me
always around to take control
i never feel alone
yea
but you feel so clean
well she craves affection
so i use protection
and i know she loves me
she loves everybody
baby hold
oh yea
darling hold on
oh yea
baby
your just a little girl now
your just a girl who misses her dad
and all the toys that she had
thought i could make you older
thought i could keep you out of harm
but now your caught in my arms
but you feel so clean
well she craves affection
so i use protection
and i know she loves me
she loves everybody
baby hold on
oh yea
darling hold on
oh yea
baby
now that we've made it this far
now that we've made a mess in the car
you ought to give it a rest
but you feel so clean
well she craves affection
so i use protection
and i know she loves me
she loves everybody
well she craves affection
so i use protection
and i know she loves me
she loves everybody
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Turn day into the night
Face to wash, teeth to floss
More coffee down the drain
Concerta in my brain
But got nothing yet to show
I had to read the facts
Back to back
Book to book
Can’t sleep until I’m done
But at that time the sun
Will come up
And keep my high
You’re never ever gonna find me
I’m worn out, gon’ run away
I need to get some sleep
I’m dying to leave the work behind me
Get inspired, and find my way
I need to get some....
Turn night into the day
Rain to snow
Studio
We’re cold but we’re alive
Another month inside
But got nothing yet to show
That’s just the way it goes
Some do fine
Some do lines
And some just stay awake
No time to take a break
Or escape into a dream
(Chorus)
It’s comin around
It’s comin around
It’s comin around
Round
It’s comin around
It’s comin around
It’s comin around
Round
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Out on the street, he's a big star wearin' khakis
We love his style, he's so tasteful, so classy
He still loves you,
Cause he's above you
He'll bring you luck,
keep his picture for good measure
And pay the tax cause the chairman needs his pleasure
And he don't owe you,
Cause he don't know you
Anywhere he brings his motocade,
We see the pleasure squad and we know he's getting paid
Around and round, take it slow girl, won't you twirl now?
But never leave, cause their leader runs your world now
And he still feeds you (ah, ah, ah)
And he still needs you (ah, ah, ah)
Anywhere he brings his motocade,
We see the pleasure squad and we know he's getting paid
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Anywhere he brings his motocade,
We see the pleasure squad and we know he's getting paid
Anywhere that we bring our motorcade, You'll see the pleasure squad
You'll know we're getting paid
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there are a lot of lonely people who will sleep in the city
tonight, tonight.
and even lining up outside the club for a love that is
right, is right.
and if you wanna meet a girl then you should go into a
grosery store, your store.
and just find somebodies mind and who can squeze you in
between all the chores, shes bored.
say! no, no, no, no. no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain wooh
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain.
now evertime i see a dime i ask myself if she is really the
one, the one.
or is she just another shortie with a fatty cake inside of
that bun, that bun.
but your a different type oh yeah, who can understand the
meaning of life, of life.
and i would give you all my lovin if you wernt already
somebodys wife, his wife.
say! no, no, no, no. no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain wooh
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain.
oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
you got me sold!
well, oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
you got me sold!
oh no no your not to old. you got me sold!
you got me sold!
yeah! yeah, your the one! but i know i could be your son.
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain.
no! no! no! no! no ones ever gonna find us.
so you might as well complain.
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