W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Creator Lyrics"
Podunk Lyrics
PODUNK WRITER SONNY BONO Hello down there front line Have you got the time You're going some where Would be just fine Just say I'm out of line I feel like crying Hey honey Yes sweetheart What do you call the most famous bus in the world I don't know What do you
PODUNK WRITER SONNY BONO Hello down there front line Have you got the time You're going some where Would be just fine Just say I'm out of line I feel like crying Hey honey Yes sweetheart What do you call the most famous bus in the world I don't know What do you
This one here's for The Creator
'Trying to get over...' like Curtis Mayfield said
I was a problem child, running wild in the night
Livin on a not-so-safe set of life
Caught up in the rapture, quick to blast ya
Neglected as a juvenile, so labelled a 'ghetto bastard'
Forced to live the life of a hoodster on the prowl
Goin through my life with a permanent frown
But still you stood by me and you got me here safely
Never turned away from me when others lost faith in me
Even when I was a non-believer and doubted your existence
You still shed mercy on my ignorance
How can I say this, no wor
VOLCANO GIRLS Lyrics
Leave me Lying here 'Cause I don't wanna go (x3) Tell me tell me what you really want from me You've got me let me know I'm falling off and I need you terribly One down and one to go Volcano girls we really can't be beat Warm us up and watch us blow But n
ds can't explainLeave me Lying here 'Cause I don't wanna go (x3) Tell me tell me what you really want from me You've got me let me know I'm falling off and I need you terribly One down and one to go Volcano girls we really can't be beat Warm us up and watch us blow But n
How much I thank you for helpin me deal with the pain
For sparin my life at times I thought I was through
All praise is due, here's to you
So
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This is for the lover in you
This is for the things that you do
This time I will take up for you
Cause your love's gon' last forever
Now as I reminisce like Minnie Riperton in a Pendleton
I'm havin flashbacks 'lookin at these photographs'
Glancin at old flicks of me and my dogs
Thinkin how we all played little league football
No set-trippin, we was down for one another
>From pups to mutts, we came up, W
I've Got What It Takes Lyrics
(Marv Green/Jeff Stevens) You need a man with an honest heart Someone who loves you for who you are Someone who’s promises won’t break Honey I’ve got what it takes You need a man with a tender touch Two strong arms to wrap you up And love all your nights away Baby Iâ
stside hustlers(Marv Green/Jeff Stevens) You need a man with an honest heart Someone who loves you for who you are Someone who’s promises won’t break Honey I’ve got what it takes You need a man with a tender touch Two strong arms to wrap you up And love all your nights away Baby Iâ
You couldn't stop us, no matter what you told us
Starched Curduroys with the fresh peachy folders
Washington High School, damn, them was the days
The 12th grade came and we went our own ways
Doin what we had to do to make ends meet
Some of us went to college and some kicked the streets
Some of us passed away, some just faded
Some turned snitch, and some is incarcerated
Me, I been blessed to catch wreck over beats
But without you, this wouldn't be complete
So
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(Ooh child, things ain't gettin any easier...)
Survivin in the ghetto you gotta stay strong
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That's When I See The Blues Lyrics
You say it's over now but it's easy to see You still belong to him you're not happy with me You can hide all your feelings until he passes by That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes Your pretty brown eyes keep telling me lies But they can't hide the hurt with a smile of disguiset realistically no man out here can make it alone
Ain't no sleepin, none of us creepin
I see the men that's in the streets, and
Smokers fiendin, the drama got me thinkin
How I need to play as if I was a Stylistic
And stop and look and listen
Take a second out to count my blessings
Cause you coulda laid me down a long time ago
But you let me live, and God knows I ain't a angel
So I'ma take this opportunity to flip the script
For the lover of you, cause props is due
For sparin my life at times I thougth I was through
I gotta give it up, here's to you
So
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You say it's over now but it's easy to see You still belong to him you're not happy with me You can hide all your feelings until he passes by That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes Your pretty brown eyes keep telling me lies But they can't hide the hurt with a smile of disguise
Ain't no sleepin, none of us creepin
I see the men that's in the streets, and
Smokers fiendin, the drama got me thinkin
How I need to play as if I was a Stylistic
And stop and look and listen
Take a second out to count my blessings
Cause you coulda laid me down a long time ago
But you let me live, and God knows I ain't a angel
So I'ma take this opportunity to flip the script
For the lover of you, cause props is due
For sparin my life at times I thougth I was through
I gotta give it up, here's to you
So
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