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JUST A LITTLE TIME 
Words and music by Tammy Edwards 


Let me sit in the still of the night 
And abandon myself 
Let my thoughts and fears subside

wanna run and hide 
 Only you by my side 
 With you I live again 
 Everthing’s alright 
  
 Sometimes I feel that oh it feels so right 
 Sometimes I feel

their lives 

Like they don’t belong (uh!)

Sometimes I don’t know who I am 

I was born in the East side, grew up in the Westside, 

Influenced by

you lied to me
Early in the morning waking up to your tone
All you ever do is complain grunt and groan
Time to do me
Time to do it on my own
Don't have

Every once in a while
We take chances
If its just to ease our minds
We all take chances
Wrong or right
Ah but sometimes chances
Take us by surprise

chill
And I move by myself ‘cause they not on my side for real (not on my side)
Wake up think about the money in the morning (in the morning)
Then I get

Discrimination and racism
We live in a world of judgement and Criticism
Reading the early morning paper
A women, shot by a police officer 
Let's face reality

You see
I feel empty when I'm alone late at night, and it feels alright when I wake up in the morning, I do see the light, but
There's nobody ever by my

French Guy:
Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine

We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone
Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes
Isn't it hard. Standing in the rain.
You're

to the spot in the morning
Taco Bell in the motherfucking morning
Nigga don't understand I just been riding
Forgiatos ain't no stocks on the foreign
Young nigga

keeps texting 2 am in morning
Shit, I don't know, but I don't treat her like my hoe
But just so you know; she's just a friend; we do text a lot though

‘Cause sometimes I just wanna die
Put a knife to my throat and commit suicide
I look in the sky and I ask God, “Why can’t I
Control these thoughts in my

Dad's Old Number

Cole Swindell

All of It

2018

morning and late night wake-ups
It was me, in case you wonder
You've got dad's old number

I learned it by heart, when I was six
He never did change it

mama imma yeah by any means
Woke up this morning with a different kind of energy
Saw the vision in A dream that me how that came to me that's how it came

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

Yeah we in the movement
Moving steadily
Heavily influenced by realness
Real life situations have forged me who I am
Never fold
Never envy
Always

It Takes a Little Time

Julie Moon

Tribute to Amy Grant: How the Years Go By

2000

going down
It takes more than you've got right now
Give it, give it time
Yeah, give it time

Now it may not be over by morning
Rome wasn't built in a day

you should pick up
It's 2:30 in the morning
Now I should be snoring
With you right by my side
But you won't pick up
It's 2:30 in the morning
I know you

By the Time I Get to Phoenix

Isaac Hayes

The Best of Isaac Hayes, Vol. 2

1986

I don't wanna go, but I've got to leave you, mama
And he's going down the highway
I guess it was around 3:30 in the morning
He could hardly see

And everybody else in their feelings
Keeping it real, struggling a bit
Cant seem to balance my innocence
Sometimes its just easier to quit
And sometimes I don't

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By

lonely going my own way
Sometimes life feels like you're stuck in the cold rain
I Mighta Stayed the night but I'm gone by the morning time
I don't know

you're by my side
You're my natural high
Call me when you want, in the morning or late at night
Yeah, you know that I got it for you
So call me when you