Ahmad lyrics
Ahmad lyrics
"Back In The Day Lyrics"
Veinte Mariposas Lyrics
cambio de esquema y de guion guarde el libreto en un cajon y en la ventana se sento a mirar la luna en su copa una aceituna nuevo shampoo nueva ciudad para una nueva soledad su corazon sobrevolaba los tejados la vida es un juego de dados ni una historia ni un final todo el resto daba igual y ahora tiene una hoja en blanco que espera una cancion y veinte mariposas en el corazon de la tormeta guardara algo de frio y humedad y el eco dio unos pasos que ahora suenan lejos
cambio de esquema y de guion guarde el libreto en un cajon y en la ventana se sento a mirar la luna en su copa una aceituna nuevo shampoo nueva ciudad para una nueva soledad su corazon sobrevolaba los tejados la vida es un juego de dados ni una historia ni un final todo el resto daba igual y ahora tiene una hoja en blanco que espera una cancion y veinte mariposas en el corazon de la tormeta guardara algo de frio y humedad y el eco dio unos pasos que ahora suenan lejos
Chorus: repeat 4X
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Verse One:
I remember (back in the days)
When I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
all the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes
Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
And if they really had money raised be sportin BK's
and, all the girls had they t
Sunday Part 1 Lyrics
The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo 'Cuz missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new It's Sunday morning But nothing helps me... I'm just waiting for the milkman to come I can't find it, I can't find it Why do I feel so lonely? I don't know how to compromise You are my one and only. What can I find 'til the moon rises? I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, I know you'll say "I was busy" Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so I run to the bank
urkish link The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo 'Cuz missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new It's Sunday morning But nothing helps me... I'm just waiting for the milkman to come I can't find it, I can't find it Why do I feel so lonely? I don't know how to compromise You are my one and only. What can I find 'til the moon rises? I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, I know you'll say "I was busy" Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so I run to the bank
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Verse Two:
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the
Insurgent One Lyrics
One Thou, the Risen One, Insurgent Mage Who shook the power of gods All that you've done, eternal rage It justifies unholy thoughts You fight alone - Young Gods are foes Defending their Hallowed Land You feel so strong, Darkness is yours Feel there's no need to defend You do everything If they ask you for help you help everyone You pity their grief, you will not deny Whether beggar or king Liken mortal to god, there's no thing that can't b
Pumas with One Thou, the Risen One, Insurgent Mage Who shook the power of gods All that you've done, eternal rage It justifies unholy thoughts You fight alone - Young Gods are foes Defending their Hallowed Land You feel so strong, Darkness is yours Feel there's no need to defend You do everything If they ask you for help you help everyone You pity their grief, you will not deny Whether beggar or king Liken mortal to god, there's no thing that can't b
the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Verse Three:
Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used
Evry Time We Say Goodbyebg Lyrics
Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye Benny Goodman Music and Lyrics by Cole Porter From Seven Lively Arts Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little. Ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little, Why the gods above me, who must be in the know, Think so little of me they allow me to go. When you're near there's such a joy of spring about it. I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it. There's no love song finer, But how strange the change from major to minor Ev'ry time we s
to live in South Central L.A. Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye Benny Goodman Music and Lyrics by Cole Porter From Seven Lively Arts Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little. Ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little, Why the gods above me, who must be in the know, Think so little of me they allow me to go. When you're near there's such a joy of spring about it. I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it. There's no love song finer, But how strange the change from major to minor Ev'ry time we s
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
and we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit there reminescin
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
Chorus
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days
*talking*
I got jacked for mines
You sound like a white dude "Hey I got jacked for mines!"
Aight, aight