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Bricks Are For

Bricks are for inside broken homes
Don’t leave the door
Unless you’re ready to fall
And when they all go
Hang back on your own
Cause the place they’re headed for
Isn’t worth your love
 
And when he comes home
Dressed in all your clothes
You can tell that he knows
Where your mind has gone
 
Cause you’ve already taken off
 
Tell me if you see him
Tell me if he cares
Tell me if his eyes still move the same
 
Cause you’ve already taken off
 

Enemmän sanat lyrics artistin: Cloud Boat


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You Wanna Teach Me to Dance

I was never much of a dancer
I never found the way to move
With legs like strangers
And these arms that never had a clue
 
No, I was never much of a dancer
I keep the music in my head
I keep my head on my shoulders
And shake what I've got inside
Instead my mind is my dancefloor
My feet never gets all
 
But now you wanna teach me to dance
And trying get me on the floor
You want me to start using my hands
Wanna show me that there's more (to music)
More (to music)
More (to music)
More (to music)
 
No, I was never much of a dancer
I keep the rhythm to myself
And my groove is my heartbeat
And take temple from no, no, no one
If my mind is my dancefloor
And my feet, they never gets all
 
But now you wanna teach me to dance
And trying get me on the floor
You want me to start using my hands
Wanna show me that there's more (to music)
More (to music)
Yeah, there's more
 
(To music)
Now you wanna - wanna dance
And trying get me on the floor
You want me to start using my hands
Wanna show me that there's more
 
And now you wanna teach me to dance
And trying get me on the floor
You want me to start using my hands
Show me that there's more
 
And now you wanna, wanna dance
And trying get me on the floor
You want me to start using my hands
Wanna show me that there's more (to music)
More (to music)
More (to music)
More (to music)
 

Lucifer

Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!
 
[Hook]
Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)
Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
(So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)
 
[Verse 1]
Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first
Emergency, doctors performing procedures
Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but
'Vengeance is mine' sayeth the Lord, you said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's door, breathing on
Respirators for killing my best boy, haters
On permanent hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping 'Brown Sugar' by D'Angelo
In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters
Paying your tithe, being good Catholics, I'm coming
 
[Hook]
Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
(I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)
Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna chase you out of Earth
(So you need to change your attitude 'fore they asking what happened to you)
 
[Verse 2]
Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy water
Spray from the Heckler-Koch automatic
All the static, shall cease to exist
Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!
Spread love, to all of my dead thugs
I pour out a little Louis, to a head above
Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth
'til that time, it's on and popping, church
Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either
Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost
Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stunting like Evel Knievel
I let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk, the more you irking us
The more you gon' need memorial services
The Black Album, second verse, is like
Devil's pie, save some dessert for us
 
[Interlude]
Man, I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won't be happy 'til somebody die
Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it's alright
Somebody want they soul to rise
I chase you off of this Earth
(Let me get serious for y'all, one second)
 
[Verse 3]
I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's killer
Asking him 'why?' as my eyes fill up
These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel ya
So, curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash
Reverse the blast then reverse the car
Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob's a good dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again
 

Mr. Bojangles

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair and ragged shirt and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high
And then he'd lightly touched down
 
I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was
Down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As the smoke ran out
He talked of life, he talked of life
He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped
 
He said his name 'Bojangles' and he danced a lick
Across the cell
He grabbed his pants and favorite stance
Oh, he jumped so high
And then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around
 
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
 
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the South
He spoke through tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Travelled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
After twenty years he still grieves
 
He said: 'I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
'Cause I drinks a bit'
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please, please
 
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!
 

If You're Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer
But I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
 
I lit my brain with Rot-Gut whiskey
Till my pain was chicken fried
And I had dudes with badges frisk me
And teach me how to swallow pride
 
I took advice no fool would take
I got some habits I can't shake
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer
But I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
 
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
That's the way it is in life and love
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
 
I've been up and down and down and out
I've been left and right and wrong
Or I've walked the walk and I've run my mouth
Been on the short end for too long
 
If they gave medals for honky tonk fucking wars
Hell, I'd keep mine in a chest of drawers
With my IRS bills and divorce papers and all that stuff
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
 
(Everybody!)
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer
But I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
(One more time)
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough