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from American Pie 2 (아메리칸 파이 2) by David Nessim Lawrence [ost] (2001)
I know a guy who took too many pills
Now he's got a mansion that sits on a hill 14 million served that's correct 17 cars, 3 cribs, and 2 jets I came to test to blood, sweat, tears Persevered for ten long years 10 years, I was there for 8 And I ain't seen a meaner mutha puttin' food on our plate I've learned to hate, and that's a damn shame Because I'm gettin' pretty good at this bitch ass game See, fame ain't the problem, it's broke Pissin' on my dawg cause they're down on their luck Now you're stuck like a pig in the poke You know you're makin' him mad, and you're goin' to get choked Don't you know every dog has a limit Yo. I'm about to kick somebody's ass in a minute I'm Gonna Split This Room In Half Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad I'm Gonna Split This Room In Half (I said) Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad I'm Gonna Split This Room In Half Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad I'm Gonna Split This Room In Half (I said) Why'd you have to go and get my dog all mad Sometimes success leads to stress Legal roles and dumb (hoes) and death threats Nat work for network and that works And people jerk for perks that ain't theirs And that hurts. You work your whole life And that still ain't enough Cause a bunch of punks wanna poach your stuff That's not your stuff So don't touch that And don't make me break with this baseball bat, cause You're not playing nice My dog likes to share You're goin to get smacked for not playin fair It's in the air you can feel the tension We don't take kind to senseless dissension You bark like a dog. You fight like a dog You live by your dog. You die by your dog Now there's a calm before the storm And I'd hate to be you when it starts to get warm Clouds are forming. Crowds are swarming You've had for-warning. Now pray for mourning, cause ( ) |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
Walked up in the bar sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel He was playin' pool and he thought he was good Cuz he bet me 5 dimes he could sink em with his foot He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel He didn't squeal but it looked like it hurt And it did cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt I got worked but what's worse than that Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat Then he laughed and said "i'm sorry 'bout your luck" When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck *Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights That's a dead mands hand Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights That's a dead mands hand Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights That's a dead mands hand Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights How about the guy used to hang in the clubs Getting all the numbers and getting all the love He didn't wear gloves he was too hard core May he rest in peace we don't see him anymore Lots of stories and old cliches Small town girl tryin' to make her way She moved to the city all she wanted was a job Now she's underneath the desk tryin' to move to the top It won't stop cuz the circle won't let it Be careful what you wish for You might get it You know the cat got macked by the bees He was messin' with the honey and the mouse and the cheese *repeat You could beat the system you could beat your girl But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world (imagine) everything you ever worked for (strived for) Suddenly becomin' everything your gonna die for Now what'd ya live for? nothing anymore right How could you live your life uptight? See everything you did and everything you seen Rolled around in the mud but you couldn't come clean And that makes you dirty now how does that feel? Living life like an open cut that won't heal Sore at the world and you don't know why You boucned like a ball and that's how you'll die *repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout the way things change
Try an keep it by the reigns I'm a lone drifter, big money flipper Take anything you got on the rocks in a snifter I missed her in Kentucky, went down to Lousiana I never had no lovin' like I had in Alabama A man of my word ain't out to hurt nobody I'm jus a m c to keep the boogie in the party Been singin' lodi dodi since 84 and I'll be singin' lodi dodi 'til I'm 84 I couldn't ask for more, life's been sweet So you can save the planet, I'll save your seat Bridge: I been gone for weeks, I ain't slept in days I can't find myself in this self made maze It's been so long since I've been fine I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine *And I know I'll see better days Well I know you'll see things my way I never thought about change until Spend a little time where time stood still Been lookin' for a mill but I keep comin' up shy I been broke fool, I ain't tryin' to be that guy Wanna ride like lightning, roll like thunder I'm tryin' to get some money, I ain't getting any younger At times I wonder, at times I won't Sometimes I give a fuck but most times I don't ...even care, through stained glass windows these eyes stare I try to stay straight but it's kickin' my ass Everytime I look ahead I get a glimpse of the past I sit half mass like a sholdier's flag That's why my left leg limps and my Dickies sag It's been so long sicne I've been fine I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine *Repeat Well I been all around this crooked land I come across all walks, I shook Jim Beam's hand I got no plans and no place to go It keeps getting harder to just say no I see people laugh and people cry That's how some live and that's how some die Well me myself I'm gonna sit right here And I'm a watch this world break down in tears All my fears and dark gray skies Couldn't crack my smile or break my stride Got too much pride, I got too much shout I might be down but I still ain't out Got too much time and that's all I have When I leave this world I'll still be sad It's been so long since I've been fine I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine *Repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
You don't know how you met me
You don't know why You can't turn around and say goodbye All you know is when I'm with you, I make you free And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea I'm singin * Follow me everthing is allright I'll be the one to tuck you in at night And if you Want to leave I can guarantee You won't find nobody else like me I'm not worried bout the ring you wear Cause as long as I know one knows than nobody can care You're feelin guilty and I'm well aware But you dont look ashamed and baby I'm not scared I'm singin * Repeat Won't give you money I can't give you the sky Your better off if you don't ask why I'm not the reason that you go astray And we'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay * Repeat You don't know how you met me You don't know why You can't turn around and say goodbye All you know is when I'm with you I make you free And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea I'm singin * Repeat ** I'm singing Follow me everthing is allright I'll be the one to tuck you in at night And if you Want to leave I can guarantee You won't find nobody else like me ** Repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
*If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit
I don't wanna go If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile Like they do up in the D Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me... It would be about the same to me Detroit city from Aretha to Aaliyah to Bob Seger to Joe Louis n' his arena an now me Paradime the mice of over achievers Smokin' sewer caps bottom feeders and parking meters A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and tattoos So think twice before you pass thru Or get clapped through wack crews get hurt We can take you for a ride or take you for your shirt I did it in the Bronx, I did it in Queens And you can see me do it, do it down in New Orleans Fat backs n greens I'm a scene of amazement You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement Is that Kracker with a C? Naw Kracker with a K! Kracker mother fucker all god damn day You could take Gratiot south but that's a real rough route You'll get found face down with your pockets hangin' out *Repeat Back in the mother fuckin' saddle Wanna battle Kid Rock bitch your up shit's creek with out a paddle I'm no tattle cause I do not snitch I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit I spit like hick's n' mix hits for Flom And thats' what you call droppin' bombs Got a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6 And from a thousand yards I'll hit ya right in the lips...shit Motherfuckers wanna talk about shinin' Here's four fingers, kiss my fuckin' diamonds I keep climbin' but these charts ain't shit I'm a whinin', linin', rhymin' son of a bitch I'm the son of a shotguns unsung cry And I'm the only MC that'll never die 'Cause if it's real you'll feel it, so check for the name Or look for the dog with the fade in the chain...yeah! *Repeat Kracker's the name double X in size An I reside on the side where the sun rise See I'll never be touched cuz I'm outta reach Call me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots like bleach Worst in my division, I got bitches on file From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle I got style but it doesn't show I got more love for Detroit than you'll ever know I know cats that sling crack n cats that scrap Cats that bust beer bottles over baseball caps Cats that get drunk and like to spark up skull cats They keep sawed offs chillin' up in their trunks Whores an 44's, scoops n blow an fuck Faygo bitch We poud cans of Stroh's We run the mitten from the river way up to the farms That's why we got these fuckin' D's tattooed on our arms *Repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
(Kid Rocks "Only god knows why" playing in the background.)
(Buses airbrakes and horn) Kracker: ugh..I guess this is where I get off? Kid Rock: yep...Remember everything I told you? Kracker: yep Kid Rock: Got your songbook Kracker: yep Kid Rock: Got them beats I gave ya Kracker: yep Kid Rock: Money Kracker: yep Kid Rock: Cellphone Kracker: hun huh Kid Rock: What's wrong? Kracker: What if I don't make it? Kid Rock: That's impossible Kracker: Well what if? Kid Rock: Fuck what and tell if to suck my dick Kracker: ha ha Kid Rock: I tought you to well for that, besides the money's already made and the foundation's already been laid.(Lighter flick) Now remember the most important thing I tought you. When it gets crazy out there with the money, and the girls and the fame. Kracker: What's that? Kid Rock: Make sure you pinch it at the top before you roll it down Kracker: Got it Kid Rock: Now get out of here (bus leaving) |
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from Uncle Kracker - No Stranger To Shame (2002)
*I'm no stranger to shame
I've got little to blame You sent for me and so I came I'll come runnin' when you call my name Cuz I'm no stranger, I'm no stranger to shame I said I'm no stranger, I'm no stranger to shame I might stagger and I might sway I might stutter just a bit but that's ok I'm not walkin' too good that's true I got a broke ass limp that'll pull me though I might appear to be a pile of rags But I'm a stack of hundreds in a paper bag I've been around this world and back I made a million bucks and put it all on black So if you see me stumble you don't have to look away It's not the first time, not the last You can leave me where I lay, because So if you see me stumble you don't have to look away It's not the first time, not the last You can leave me where I lay, because *Repeat I've been known to wake up in some dirty places The sun only shines on deserving faces The mind erases, forgets the stars See each and every city has corner bar That's where I am in a world so grim The lights are as bright as the day is dim See I'm priceless in a class of my own I used to stay out late but now I don't go home So if you see me stumble you don't have to look away It's not the first time, not the last You can leave me where I lay, because How do you feel when the birds are chirpin' When your in bed and everybody is workin' Are you down with the non believers Make the slackers look like over achievers The dogs scratchin' on the door again The cat's out but he don't wanna come in You got a bed and you got a floor But the couch is closer to your front door So if you see me stumble you don't have to look away It's not the first time, not the last You can leave me where I lay, because *Repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons The super saggy rags and the white trash connection No flexin, huh, know what I mean You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin That shits free with an LP in circulation And we be wastin time Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes It's all good times, thank the lord For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud We're tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin Don't blink and don't think we're soft Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts We get mad props, wreck all shops Puttin stops on crews They get confused and lose, that's what we do Styles stem from pioneers Leavin suckers in awe And you get jawed for lookin queer Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall That's Top Dog callin out each and every one of y'all You get balls, you come and talk that shit But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin to fuck with And don't say we didn't warn ya I got this Detroit thang with more love that California Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I comply by me And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause I make more papers then trees See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria You fuckin with Top Dog Your fuckin with family No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear Any time you see me you should stand clear You see me in my Lincoln I'm in the clubs drinkin Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin You can check me, but that shit don't slide You can get your life took tryin to take my pride You ride with who, man that shit ain't big I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig And got gigs all money Detroit to Portland Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you I'm all about the everyday nothin at all See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin a ball I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon I might sit around, I might write me a tune I might go fishi' and again I might not I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed I dissed everybody and their mom for spite Cause everybody's barkin, but nobody ever bites Your talkin loud, sayin nothin Get you dad, get your cousin Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates I do big plates eight times a day The crew be livin large at the seafood bay Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes I lose a little love with everyday that passes Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary I'm a very shy simplistic And get this, some people say I changed I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name A little extra game and extra cash could see You could fuck me, but don't put it past me You wanna bash me and got no reason I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons I ain't a punk, I refuse to be I live for what is, not what used to be Your all up in the past, that's ass Hear what I say I'm all about today and I'm a die that way Bitch |
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from Sweet Home Alabama (스위트 알라바마) by George Fenton [ost] (2002)
You made me laugh some
You made me cry some too You sent me off into a world of pain And made me someone new You made all kinds of promises But only some came true Now I know you need me more than I need you [CHORUS] To think I used to love you For reasons I don't know You polished up my halo And I dirtied up your soul I sure had a good time But we both know I can't stay To think I used to love you but I'm leaving anyway You know I'm not perfect And I tried to make you see Somehow you though of everything But you didn't think about me Lies and disappointment Makes your world go round It's to late save me so you might as well come down [REPEAT CHORUS] [REPEAT CHORUS] |
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from Mission : Impossible 2 (미션 임파서블 2) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (2000)
747 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust When trust is low and stakes are high That's all I ever did in Denver was die That's all I ever did in New York was die That's all I ever did in L.A. was die So put em' up, put em' up to the sky And wave goodbye to Miss American Pie Cuz you been tellin' lies, you took it all and abused it Whatever happened to the feel good music? Somewhere, somehow, someway, somebody pulled the plug And left me sittin' in a dirty little body I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me And I know that makes you mad Cuz that's something you can't see I got everything I ever wanted And I'll never give that back Oh I know you hate that fact But you ain't gotta look at me like that I said you ain't gotta look at me like that What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at You run around pullin' stunts like that See never in my life could I front like that I ain't cut like that, I couldn't run like that I'm a keep it nonfiction and take my hat...uh Remember back when things looked grim I spent a lot of time and money on whims I remember the crew, remember the good times Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine It's all gone that's a thing of the past The fact remains that it moves real fast So why you sit around hopin' things might change I'll be sittin' pretty singin' Hey Pockey Way! I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me And I know that makes you mad Cuz that's something you can't see I got everything I ever wanted And I'll never give that back Oh I know you hate that fact But you ain't gotta look at me like that I said you ain't gotta look at me like that What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at You'll hear me comin' hummin' songs of redemption...huh I've been oppressed for less that attention I got your extension, but I'll probably never call Cuz this time last year you ain't seen me in your crystal ball And I'm uphauled by things you've done Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste it You want this so bad you can taste it Detroit love can you feel that...feel that That's stick an move can you feel that...feel that I'm on the rack for the two triple zero Full failure all American Hero I gotta tell you baby life's been good to me And I know that makes you mad Cuz that's something you can't see I got everything I ever wanted And I'll never give that back Oh I know you hate that fact But you ain't gotta look at me like that I said you ain't gotta look at me like that What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at... What'chu lookin at I'm here to tell you baby life's been good to me I know that makes you mad Cuz that's something you can't see I got everything I ever wanted And I'll never give that back I know you hate that fact But you ain't gotta look at me like that I said you ain't gotta look at me like that What'chu lookin at...[10X] |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
747 come 11 to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust When trust is low and Stakes are high That's all I ever Did ib Denver was die (That's all I ever did In New York was die, That's all I ever Did is LA was die) So put em' up, put em' Up to the sky And wave goodbye To Miss American Pie 'Cause you been tellin' lies You took it all and abused it Whatever happened to The feel good music? Somewhere, somehow Some way somebody Pulled the plug And left me sittin' in A dirty little pub *I gotta tell you baby Life's been good to me And I know that Makes you mad 'Cause that's something You can't see I got everything I ever wanted And I'll never Give that back Oh I know you Hate that fact But you ain't gotta look At me like that I said you aint gotta look At me like that What 'chu lookin' at? What 'chu lookin' at? What 'chu lookin' at? What 'chu lookin' at? You run around pullin' Stunts like that See never in my life Could I front like that I ain't cut like that I couldn't run like that I'm a keep it non fiction And take my hate, uh Remember back when Things looked grim I spent a lot of time and Money on whims I remember the crew Remember the good times Remember the orange and I remember the sunshine It's all gone that's A thing of the past The fact remains that It moves real fast So why you sit around Hopin' things might change I'll be sittin' pretty singin' Hey Pockey Way *Repeat You'll hear me comin' hummin' Songs of redemption, huh I've been oppressed For less than attention I got your extension but I'll probably never call 'Cause this last year You ain't seen me in Your crystal ball And I'm uphauled by The things you've done Left a trail of wrongs and Can't account for one Now you're done and I'm glad but it's A shame you'd waste it You want this so bad You can taste it Detroit love can You feel that? (Feel that) That's stick an move Can you feel that? (Feel that) I'm on the rack for The two triple zero Full failure all American hero *Repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
*You put some whiskey in the water
Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil's tryin' to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin' for another face I must a bumped my fuckin' head when I fell from grace I found a place in the sun like Stevie And now I gotta wonder cause the rain don't believe me I need to breath, take the money and run I put my faith int he one place and now I'm fuckin' done *Repeat I could a been a sain't but I chose the wrong path I ain't no dummy take the money and laugh i got the cash, did the dahs for the door Now I'm sittin' on my stash and I'm feelin' like a whore I'm torn but can't think, I blink so I miss I move in strange ways, I move to dismiss I'll leave this place and when I do that's it I don't need to conclude so you can keep that shit *Repeat I'm headin' south on Old Whiskey Road Livin' life like a story that doesn't need to be told It's getting' old always runnin' from the past I'm lookin' at myself in the bottom of a glass I won't last, my lights too dim I seen the future and it's lookin' pretty grim I'm gonna win but not like that So I'm takin' what I got and I ain't never comin' back *Repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mill in the back and I' ain't even done i got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks I got it all from raps and that's the platinum facts...uhh All that and there ain't nothing I fear yet Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets 5 star meals, Caribean vactions Everything's pluxh delux accommodations nationwide the stations vibe To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs My ace is high there ain't gonna be no guessin' And I'm the illest mother fucker on the block no question I ain't destined I don't fuck with fate Self made millionaire while your bussin' plates You see I've already done everything you wanna do So what makes you think I give a fuck about you *Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your Uncle? Brooklyn to the bayou, across the southern plains Who brigns it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your Uncle? I shot dice with the devil on many occasion Drank shots with God in an old gas station A couple accountants that count my statements Cribs all paid for, no car payments Rocked in basements for gas and beer And now I get all that and big loot to appear I couldn't steer so I got me a chauffeur Hired a chef cuz I was tired of stouffers I got over and people showed envy Cuz I couldn't choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy Fendi shades and topless maids I don't worry about clothes cuz their custom made I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years Your smokin' OP's drinkin' 32 beers I've alread done everything you wanna do So what makes you think I give a fuck about you *Repeat |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
I might walk a little funny, but my walk is me
I might stutter when I talk, but I say what I see I don't agree with every other little thing that's proven I do a lot of things that I shouldn't be doin I'll ruin everything you might have had in mind I'm a consistent, belligerent, solidified find Rhinestone freak, suburban star I ain't got no money and I got no car I might make par if it dont take much See I dont ride very far cause I ride on luck I stay stuck in a rut like I should And I do it for the love of everything thats still good I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a long way gone but I ain't short lived I got deep deep pockets that leak like a civ I give 110 thoughout the course of a night And if I don't go home then I did things right I'd like to settle down but I ain't that guy Cuz everything I ever did I always did on the fly I like to ride the wave till the tide don't swell I don't like cocaine but I like the smell I dwell in a place you might not see unfit But there ain't nothing you can say to make me give a shit I stay pretty stuck in rut like I should And do it for the love of everything thats still good I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah I'd like to say that I don't do them bars But my street called straight don't stretch to far uh huh I'm on the move goin nowhere fast And you can tell the whole world they can kiss my ass I'll take a pass be the last in line And if it takes 10 years the I'm a be just fine I saw the signs in the grass ain't green I found love at the bottom of the bottle of Beam See comin clean just seemed so jaded And bein underrated is underrated, but I don't hate it I stay stuck in a rut like I should You know I do it for the love of everything thats still good I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave I don't know why I come here But I know I'll never leave It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Uncle Kracker - Double Wild (2001)
I've been wasting all my time
And I've been drinkin all that wine And I've been drinkin all that beer And I've been sheddin all these tears I can't go and you can't stay Your not gonna take me out that way Because you can't take me I said you can't take me No you can't take me anywhere, I don't wanna go I've been down this road before And I just can not care no more I can't see, what you can see I'm too busy bein me See I can't go and you can't stay Your not gonna take me out that way Because you can't take me I said you can't take me No you can't take me anywhere, I don't wanna go I don't need to save no face And I can't wait to leave this place I've been fooled by lesser things And I don't care what tomorrow brings See I can go and you can't stay Your not gonna take me out that way Because you can't take me I said you can't take me No you can't take me anywhere, I don't wanna go No you can't take me anywhere, I don't wanna go |
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