Strangely enough I'm better on a stage. I love that I feel like I blossom in front of a whole bunch of people.
quote by Hugh Grant
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Cherry Blossom Girl
I don't want to be shy
Can't stand it anymore
I just want to say 'Hi'
To the one I love
Cherry blossom girl
I feel sick all day long
From not being with you
I just want to go out
Ever night for a while
Cherry blossom girl
Tell me why can't it be true
I never talk to you
People say that I should
I can pray everyday
For the moment to come
Cherry blossom girl
I just want to be sure
When I will come to you
When the time will be gone
You will be by my side
Cherry Blossom Girl
Tell me why can't it be true
I'll never love again
Can I say that to you
Will you run away
If I try to be true
Cherry blossom girl
Cherry blossom girl
I'll always be there for you
That means no time to waste
Whenever there's a chance
Cherry blossom girl
Tell me why can't it be true
song performed by by Air
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I get way more nervous playing golf in front of 500 people than being on stage in front of 20,000 people.
quote by Justin Timberlake
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Can’t Sleep
I couldn’t sleep at Big Bear Lake,
I ate a cheese steak and a chocolate cake,
boy that was a big mistake.
I kept tossing and turning in bed all night,
until the sun came out and was really bright.
I knew the next I would be on stage in front
of a hundred or more,
I didn’t know what was in store.
Would my act be too kiddy for the comic bunch,
I usually performed in front of kids before lunch.
The act did get some laughs and photos were shot,
of me and Melodie on stage where it was hot.
Hot with lights shining down on us,
we both story told a tale without a fuss.
Now I wrote this poem which I thought would be short and sweet,
it was a fun and interesting time at Big Bear Lake
I just can’t have cheese steak and chocolate cake.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Can't Help Myself
Oh sugar pie, honey bunch
You know that i love you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
In and out my life
You come and you go
Leaving just your picture behind
And i've kissed it a thousand times
When you snap your fingers or wink your eye
I come a running to you
Tied to you like a ball-and-chain
And there's nothing that i can do
Can't help myself
No, i can't help myself
Sugar pie, honey bunch
I'm weaker than a girl should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see
I wanna tell you i don't love you
Tell you that we're through
And i've tried
But every time i see your face
I get all choked up inside
When i call your name
Boy it starts the flame
Burning in my heart
Tearin' it all apart
No matter how i try
My love i cannot hide
Sugar pie, honey bunch
You now that i'm weak for you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
Ooh sugar pie honey bunch
I'll do anything you ask me to
I can't help myself
I want you and nobody else
Sugar pie, honey bunch
You know that i love you
I can't help myself
No no no, i can't help myself
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Blossom
Lights, they wash your face
Pale and misty white
Color flowers
Your eyes seem ever changing
In my mind
Colors bleed to red
As I kiss your face
Want to tell you
I love you
Everyday as we grow
Yes I know now its all on my own
Can you feel my pain
As you walk on by
Can you tell me you need me
Everytime,
All alone
Yes Ill show you things never seen before
For your mind to untangle
On your own, all alone
Yes I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
Yes I know now
Ill watch as you go
Yes I know now
Its alright
And I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
Yes I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
I dont feel my heart
Its burning up
I dont fear my eyes are turning red
I dont feel my arms are breaking up
I dont feel you slipping from my hands
And I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
Now I know
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
song performed by by Candlebox
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You are never so alone as when you are ill on stage. The most nightmarish feeling in the world is suddenly to feel like throwing up in front of four thousand people.
quote by Judy Garland
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I've been on stage since I was 7. That's where I'd rather be than anywhere else. Just because you can do a bunch of things doesn't mean you are a bunch of things. I can act. I can sing. But I am a dancer.
quote by Bebe Neuwirth
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Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant on, they don't get it.
quote by Liam Gallagher
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Forever In Love
(lowe/tennant)
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(people in love people in love people in love people in love
People in love people in love people in love people in love)
(I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it)
(people in love people in love people in love people in love
People in love people in love people in love people in love)
(take it from the top)
Did you ever walk on a stormy night
Oblivious to the rain?
Did you ever decide that the time was right
When youd never go home again?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
(I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it,
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it)
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
Forever in love, were you ever in love?
(ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-ye-yeah
Ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-ye-yeah
Ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-ye-yeah
Ye-yeah-ye-yeah-ye-yeah)
(yall ready? )
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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I Be Or Don't Be (A Song)
I be or don’t be
Would be spreading whiff
As a blossom, As a bud
In the orchard of love
I be or don‘t be
Whatever the weather
I always will be there
To keep the orchard fresh
And in colour of desire
Will be watering it ever
As a blossom as a bud
The orchard of love
I be or don’t be
I will unfurl my shirt
And sway in the breeze
Will glow like flower
On the blossom trees
Would spread fragrance
As a blossom as a bud
In the garden of love
I be or don’t be
When I won’t be there
Her eyes with tears
Would be finding me
She would stop in reverie
Where I will meet her
As a blossom, as a bud
In the orchard of love
I be or don’t be
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Revival
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you hear it? love is in the air.
Were in a revolution. dont you know were right.
Everyone is singing. yeah! therell be no one to fight.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? love is everywhere.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band, music by Dickey Betts
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Child Molester
Note- I wanted to write something something darker and deeper then what I currently have been.
This is what came out.
Dark Rewrite of Britney Spear's Womanizer
Storyline-One woman takes the stand that no one else will to save her street from the unthinkable
Perverted neighbor
I know where you're from
I think it's best you get your twisted... going
Got more then just a clue what you're up to
You can play squeaky clean tp all the others gathered here
But I know what you really are, what you really are sickie
Look at you
Tryin' to act so on the up and up
Sickie, you
Got everyone else here fooled
But not me, oh no, not me
Fakin' like deep down you're a good one
Let's just lay our cards out on the table
Get it all out now
Call 'em like we both know 'em
Child molester, child-child molester
You're a child molester
Oh, child molester, oh you're a child molester, sickie
You-you know-you know you are
You-you know-you know you are
Child molester, child molester, child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You got some kind of twisted game goin'
You got them all believin' you're so charmin'
But I won't let you keep on doin' it
You child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You say I'm crazy
I'll show you crazy
You're nothin' but a child molester
Sick-O
You try to pretend to walk with the swagger of a champion
Too bad for you
I know the truth about
Just how young you really like your companions
I guess when you watch one too many with that sly eye, it makes your secret hard to keep
I won't let you get away with it so easy, cos I know what you really
What you really are sickie
Handing out false smiles and lollipops
Better not mistake me or mine
You dumb... sucker
To think that I
Would let mine fall victim
Won't break the heart of another mother
Lie about it, deny it all you wanna
But no way I'm gonna let this neighborhood fall prey to you
Never you, sickie
Child molester, child-child molester
You're a child molester
Oh, child molester, oh you're a child molester, sickie
You-you know-you know you are
You-you know-you know you are
Child molester, child molester, child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You got some kind of twisted game goin'
You got them all believin' you're so charmin'
But I won't let you keep on doin' it
You child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You say I'm crazy
I'll show you crazy
You're nothin' but a child molester
Never wanna live with you in your kind of dark world
(Child molester, child molester, child molester, child molester)
It would be good if you really were an innocent like you claim
But I know better
Heard all about that poor little girl
So don't try to pull the wool over my eyes
Cos you can't
You child molester
Child molester, child-child molester
You're a child molester
Oh, child molester, oh you're a child molester, sickie
You-you know-you know you are
You-you know-you know you are
Child molester, child molester, child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You got some kind of twisted game goin'
You got them all believin' you're so charmin'
But I won't let you keep on doin' it
You child molester
Sicko, don't try stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
Sicko, don't try to stage that front
Oh no, no, not with me
Cos I know just-just what you are, ah, ah, what you are
(Spoken) You say I'm crazy
I'll show you crazy
You're nothin' but a child molester
Child molester, child-child molester
Oh! You're a child molester, oh!
You're a child molester, sickie
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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The Brady Bunch
You can watch mr. rogers
You can watch threes company
And you can turn on fame or the nelywed game
Or the addams family
I say, you can watch barney miller
And you can watch your mtv
And you can watch till your eyes fall out of your head
Thatll be ok with me
And you can watch (tv)
You can watch johnny carson
You can watch phil donahue
And you can use tv guide to help you decide
With capsulized review
Say, you can watch 60 minutes
Even captain kangaroo
But theres only one set, so what ever you watch
Well, you know I gotta watch it too
Say, give it up, give it up, televisions taking its toll
Thats enought, thats enough, gimme the remote controll
I been nice, I been good, please dont do this to me
Turn it off, turn it off, I dont want to have to see
The brady bunch
Not the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Its the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother
The youngest one in curls
Its a story of a man named brady
Who was busy with three boys of his own
They were four men living all together
Yeah, but they were all alone
Until the one day, one day when the lady met the fellow
And they knew, and they knew it was much more than a hunch
Then they knew this group must somehow form a family
Thats the way, thats the way, thats the way they all became
The brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Oh, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Oh, the brady bunch, yeah
Oh, the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Get Off The Stage
Oh, you silly old man
You silly old man
Youre making a fool of yourself
So get off the stage
You silly old man
In your misguided trousers
With your mascara and your fender guitar
And you think you can arouse us ?
But the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
Downstage, and offstage
Dont you feel all run in ?
And do you wonder when they will take it away ?
This is your final fling
But then applause ran high
But for the patience of the ones behind you
As a verse drags on like a month drags on
Its very short, but it seems very long
And the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
So, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when we get down off of the stage
Please stay off the stage - all day !
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when weve had our money back
Then Id like your back in plaster
Oh, I know that you say
How age has no meaning
Oh, but here is your audience now
And theyre screaming :
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
Because Ive given you enough of my time
And the money that wasnt even mine
Have you seen yourself recently ?
Oh, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
For whom the bell tolls
song performed by by Morrissey
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Random
Forget the pain,
It was all in vain,
I need to clear my mind,
I need to cleanse my brain,
Sincerely she signed,
She was the thing that kept me sane,
Did she love me?
How could I not see?
she cast her spell,
And hid the truth,
No one checks the roof,
Because that awful smell,
But how could she! ?
I know she cares,
Amazing we could be,
Instead she just stares,
As if nothing Is wrong,
It's just another song,
In the book of life,
Containing all strife,
So let's open a page,
and see who's on stage,
You can't hide what's right,
I'f there's noone to bite,
You love another you say?
What a bunch of hay,
If you sincerely care,
Then my heart would not tear,
Because I know you'll have hope,
And i know you can cope,
Because your tough,
You can be rough,
So just forget about me,
I'm fine can't you see?
I know you'll move on,
To find someone you love, a tonne,
I'm not the right one,
But your as bright as the sun,
You light up the people around you,
Your pretty hot too,
So go find someone better,
Who will write you love letters,
Someone you want to kiss,
And make you feel bliss,
poem by Jordan Moore
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Lust or love?
If it’s lust or love
nobody will ever know
and the night in front of the hot fireplace
I cannot forget easily
and still both are at times
part of what is in a relationship
between two people.
Strangely the lust eats me
were I stand almost naked
at the fireplace
and small john,
tries to stand just as upright
and big as big john.
There are flames from the fireplace
flashing in your eyes
when I take my underpants off
and your white face
is suddenly strangely pure,
while the inner fire
eats both of us
and the nipples of your big breasts
erect and prominent
almost magically draws my fingers.
Your mouth is hot,
soft and sweet
and your body
better to play with
that the strings of a guitar
and there are passion that abate in us
and when I disappear in your depths
there’s pleasure that at times
builds and subsides
and later we both
hit the right chord
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ya Ya Ya (feat. Lil Wayne)
(feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro:]
Ah no the fights out
somebody's about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive/ Miss Nivea
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
[Verse 1:]
ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, popy doing that
Big thangs under the Cadillac
I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher
Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha
We did the damn thang and you was all crazy
Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady.
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
[Verse 2:]
Hey ladies, what's the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve
Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucci and Fendi
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the result
And if you promise to treat me right
Boy i guarantee I keep this thing locked tight
You thugged out with a lot of loot
Sweetheart I'm so proud of you
But I'm not going you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
[Vamp:]
Hey can you feel the brand new day
All my superstars came out to play
To see the thug child from around the way
This type of thig happens like everyday.
[Rap (Lil Wayne):]
I keep it real and intensive
Me no speak Ya,Ya cause my grill is expensive
Don't mean to be offensive
I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs
With dis-functioned tonges
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
But me I just want your love
Me I'm bucch of thug/ Big heart but I punctured some
But I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
For real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy,
We could get together and make a bunch of us
And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss
Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla
Don't brother me with your yada
I'm good with little mama and she good with big papa
I'm hood and she real proper
ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada
Anything Else is Ya,Ya,Ya
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
song performed by by Nivea
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Moon
Silvery is the big round of moon in the skies
Shyly concealing behind the curtain of clouds
Swiftly the clouds run over her
Utterly glitterly she is back there
A mass of clouds comes to attack her
Goodness! it fails to touch her
Wonder I get a hello from her
A blossom of love opens for her
My heart stretches out stairs high
Her rays touching me say Hi
We share our love conversing a lot
In our way to ourselves whole night
Are you the sort of me?
Sleep well. Don't disturb. She is for me.
Dawn is set. She has gone.
I miss her yearning for the bygone.
People around look at me strangely
How can I tell them everything truly
Our love, passion is all magic
Disclosed once they'll call me lunatic
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Anthropology of Love
My pen bleeds our epistymology,
My hands offers the ontology,
I love you dearly through ethnology
Love me more with ethnography
We are done with stories of love,
Armchairism paralyses our strong love
Objectivity stengthens our abillities,
Subjectivity sharpens our capabilities,
Womanhood you claimed in the interview,
Participatory observation I long to do
Remember Goffman my love,
The front stage and the back stage
Dialetical it is, hedonistic we are
You and me, no radicalism,
Me and you its functionalism,
Proved by empiricism,
Yes we have no criticism,
The Anthropology of our love
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Ya Ya Ya
[intro:]
Ah no the fights out
Somebodys about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, cash money, nivea, jive/ miss nivea
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
[verse 1:]
Atl where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, popy doing that
Big thangs under the cadillac
Im tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me like hes a pitcher
Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha
We did the damn thang and you was all crazy
Now you want to pull me up like Im your lady.
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
[verse 2:]
Hey ladies, whats the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but Im about to serve
Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge. gucci and fendi
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the result
And if you promise to treat me right
Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked tight
You thugged out with a lot of loot
Sweetheart Im so proud of you
But Im not going you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
[vamp:]
Hey can you feel the brand new day
All my superstars came out to play
To see the thug child from around the way
This type of thig happens like everyday.
[rap (lil wayne):]
I keep it real and intensive
Me no speak ya,ya cause my grill is expensive
Dont mean to be offensive
I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs
With dis-functioned tonges
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
But me I just want your love
Me Im bucch of thug/ big heart but I punctured some
But Im trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
For real, I aint just talking whatever mommy,
We could get together and make a bunch of us
And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss
Over young wiz but Im getting at niv holla
Dont brother me with your yada
Im good with little mama and she good with big papa
Im hood and she real proper
Atl shorty and new orleans don dada
Anything else is ya,ya,ya
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
song performed by by Nivea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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