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Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes
I wrote this song for you Now, it goes down Can you imagine every world? Every boy and every girl They'd all get the same things They'd all get the same things A little dough, a lot of love With a mom and dad to hug They'd all get the same things Huh, but down here the world is real And it don't matter how you feel Because, we don't get the same things We don't get the same things You got to work to stay alive Forty hours, from 9 to 5 We don't get the same things All my gangster friends, yeah And all my skater friends (What they want?) We all want the same thing (What we want, now?) We all want the same thing, yeah DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs We all want the same thing Same thing, same thing Same thing, same thing, now And, I think about the way All the politicians say (What they saying, now?) Say they want to change things Say they want to change things But every year, they take some more And I don't know what it's for Though, they never change things (They don't change nothing) But, if you want to make it stop, stop Well, first, you got to start Making some big, old changes Doing some different things, yeah Get up out your bed, think outside your head And you won't get the same things Same thing, same thing Same thing, now All my gangster friends And all my skater friends (What they want, now?) We all want the same thing (What we want, now?) I said, we all want the same thing DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs We all want the same thing Same thing, same thing Same thing now All my ex-girlfriends And all their new boyfriends (What they doing, now?) They all want the same thing (What they want, now?) I said, they all want the same thing From Wall Street to the hood New York and Hollywood We all want the same thing, yeah (And what you say, what you say?) This is a message to Remind you there's just one who calls love All my gangster friends (What they want, now?) And all my skater friends We all want the same thing I said, we all want the same thing DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs We all want the same thing Same thing, same thing Same thing, same thing now All my ex-girlfriends (What they want?) And all their new boyfriends They all want the same thing I said, they all want the same thing From Wall Street to the hood New York and Hollywood We all want the same thing, yeah We all want the same thing, yeah |
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It don't make any difference to me
what the world thinks about us baby cause in my heart, I will always believe that we were meant for eachother love ain't got no color it don't make any difference to me what they see all you gotta do is look at me three generations of my family you see people treat you different when your in between he was black and she was white you know that both people thoguht that it wasn't right I can still remember what she used to say It don't make any difference to me what the world thinks about us baby cause in my heart I will always believe, that we were meant for eachother love ain't got no color, it don't make any difference to me everytime I look at you deep in your brown eyes I see what your going through the streets are different when your in between I can feel it everyday, the whispers, the words they don't think that I hear them say before you let another tear fall, remember girl It don't make any difference to me what the world thinks about us baby cause in my heart I will always believe, that we were meant for eachother love ain't got no color, it don't make any difference to me what they see maybe people might change but I really dont think they will, I know you know it, and baby we can run away but then we'd be running from fame, do you know it? do you know? do you know? and baby i'm telling you now don't you ever look down, don't you ever look down again cause remember girl It don't make any difference to me what the world thinks about us baby cause in my heart I will always believe, that we were meant for eachother love ain't got no color, it don't make any difference to me It don't make any difference to me what the world thinks about us baby cause in my heart I will always believe, that we were meant for eachother love ain't got no color, it don't make any difference to me what they see |
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Clutch)
I switch whips with my homie But zip lips Do my dirt on my lonely Big light, blue bottle, some Vicki she can model And a sack of that Kush, she be on it And a room at the most remote Ramada No credit card info, nada Fresh change of the boxers, slacks and shirt Then Monday morning it's back to work (Here I go again tryin to) Pre-Chorus Get one off How do I do it And not get caught? Thought I'd cop a pass With the gifts I bought Give my girl everything But what she want I'ma tell my baby I'm sorry I was all caught up in her body So I hit that But as soon as the week starts I'm gonna shake my weekend jumpoff Chorus (Can't get enough of my) Weekend jumpoff (Can't get enough of my) Weekend jumpoff Got me on some hide and go freak Got your boy on the creep Got a chick, but she do it for me (Can’t get enough of my) Weekend jumpoff (Got my) options on the table Where one lacks, one's willing and able I make em smile, make em giggle I'm all up in the middle But I can't do right I gotta play em (Going) Round and round, no stoppin me (Faithful) See I just can't be it I do my dirt between them sheets Know a nigga need to stop But I'm in too deep (Now here I go again tryin to) Pre-Chorus Chorus The question is when she gonna ask me where do I be (where I be) Cause when the weekend comes she don't know where to find me Basically I give her One (more lie) One (more plan) Think of one more way To make a way to my Weekend jumpoff Chorus (Clutch) |
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Telephone, turn it off, It's time for you to take it off
You know what I need, I'm talking 'bout those jeans Un hook them, slowly Don't stop, keep going Until they hit the floor, you know what I'm looking for [Chorus:] Give me that Liquid Lava Love, Just can't get enough Slow like honey, oh so foamy, I like your flow Liquid lava love, you make me erupt Overflowing, don't cha know I'm 'bout to explode Aah baby, baby, baby, can I have it please, please I'll get down on my knees Let me just, kiss your lips And let me just, kiss your lips And girl you know what I want to do with you, yeah [Chorus:] Liquid Lava Love, Just can't get enough Slow like honey, oh so foamy, I like your flow Liquid lava love, you make me erupt Overflowing, don't cha know I'm 'bout to explode Girl you got my fire burning, body yearning Can't take it no more, can't take it no more Rain is falling, why you staling I can't take it no more, can't take it no more This volcano's ready to blow So just lay back and take it and let it go Let your liquid lava flow [Chorus:] Liquid Lava Love, Just can't get enough Slow like honey, oh so foamy, I like your flow Liquid lava love, you make me erupt Overflowing, don't cha know I'm 'bout to explode |
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Do that, do that, do that, that, that [x2]
You better, do that, do that, do that, that, that Do that, do that, do that, that, that Here we come yo, here we come [x3] It's your boy Kev Mich on the microphone Yo I love the hood but it gets rough Growing up there sometimes it gets tough, Especially when mommy is daddy too and she's trying to make a man of you But why complain, that's not what's up, yeah Negative turns to positive, if it's wrong do the opposite What doesn't kill only makes you strong, Hustle hard and keep grindin' on Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed And I'm too fresh to be pressed There's so much going on today but I can't let it worry me Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed You better do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on do that, do that, do that, that, that You better do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on do that, do that, do that, that, that Yes I know that I am older now But sometimes my problems get me down My bills are stacked up, credit's jacked up Rent is racked up and my toilet's backed up Damn, wish I could flush the drama away Negative turns to positive, if it's wrong do the opposite What doesn't kill only makes you strong, Hustle hard and keep grindin' on Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed And I'm too fresh to be pressed There's so much going on today but I can't let it worry me Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed [Q-Tip:] Blessings decent on us, sometimes we neglect What we think is problematic can sometimes be perfect Acknowledge our shortcomings and build on our strengths Emotions can circumvent, down play or just prevent Fine if she doesn't want to speak to you brah She can pass on the golden goose that shit's on her And it's cool if he acts a fool, ___ know it real As the days go by, he may not cry but loss he will feel Make it easy on yourself stay thankful and strive Let go of inhibitions and let go of your pride As Kev sing the song, we're gonna push it along Too Blessed to be stressed, no stress in the strong Wouldn't put you through it, if I didn't do it And I didn't know firsthand that whatever you want, you can have Don't waste time complaining, live your life today and The future's right up in your hands, what you gonna do with it then You better, do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that You better do, that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed And I'm too fresh to be pressed There's so much going on today but I can't let it worry me Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed Go on and do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that You better, do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that |
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