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It Could Be You

Fischer-Z

Fish's Head

1989

Well here he is just home from work
He's come home early to make their tea
He's by the sink she's in the lounge
He tries to talk to her but he won't

could get
We sang non-stop

Lee, we just got together again
This can't be the end so soon
I know you're ready to call it a day
But I'm selfish enough

Dirty Water

Marc E. Bassy

Groovy People

2016

Summers under
Blurry visions
I wanted to be out the shower
By 8:30
And go to work
Not feel dirty

They've been talkin'
And I heard that your

I see you wondering
just what went wrong
Girl.
you gotta know me well by now
All the nights
you left me alone and wide awake
Wohdering
how I treated

But you smile because you don't care
Nappy hair and long legs
You seen that nigga run?
Took off like a bullet shot down by a bullet [?] it
Didn't

wise 
Just got off my 9 to 5
Got a my grind on the side
Got my eyes on the prize
And I'm just passing by
I see a Bad dime, foxy fine
I got to make

Have you noticed 
Everything works in my favour ha ha
It’s not by power oh power oh
His glory light up my way oh my way my way eh eh eh 
let’s go

a dream, manifest it
PHL by Jersey hit the runway
One way to LAX, I left on Thursday
Gotta make the service every Sunday
Called Red Lobster and I just

The Torch

I thought I could carry the torch
Into the night where you were headed

Fifty years of fire on my mind, cantabile

I thought by calling

Merry Christmas, Asshole 

Words and Music by Noel McKay and Becky Warren 

You got drunk at my birthday party and passed out in the cake 
But not

They can hate me, and gossip,
And talk that talk,
Erase me then chase me, 
I walk it off 
Ain’t gonna sit back and watch my life fly by
Now ITS MY

wanna get in there to win

Spend all my money Live to run
Don’t blink cause i’ll be
Already Gone

Get home from work
Go wash up
i’ll be on the street

motherfucking hoe
Walking through the cold still I'm burning
I can feel it in my hands grasping bars but getting burnt up by the coal
Yeah my nigga know just how

gbemisoke nobody go fit to  bring down

Say no food for the lazy coz who work never chop 
Chase the  bag boy grind grind never stop 
Mo duro lori mercy ma lo

my old man plays the trombone
cnd works out at the track

He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he

the Raelettes
Love Train the Raelettes
Come Get It, I Got It the Raelettes

Work for you every day 'til you say
Come home and rest
I wanna buy you pretty clothes

Hook:

Get Free Game mane from bein 'round me
It only takes 6 letters work your way up to a G
Soak it up like sponge absorb my inner energy
cnd by

elevates
We cross it out, we can’t erase
A sous rature, we’ve seen this place before

We work by the windows
Feels soft where the wind blows
All

Written by: Paul Bailey

I've been searching high and low to try and find the one even looked in the yellow pages their work is never done. Turn

[Verse 1]
Slow gazing 
When I looked upon myself 
Gave flowers
When I needed it the most 

I built the highs 
Through glass stained eyes 
All by

[Verse 1]
Slow gazing 
When I looked upon myself 
Gave flowers
When I needed it the most 

I built the highs 
Through glass stained eyes 
All by

how you do
Cause I know how you do
Cause I know how you work your magic
We not going for that we can't have it
When I hit it from the back
And I'm

Possession no discretion look up
At the night sky
The cold wind blows as these crows fly by
Creaks at every corner I wonder
Who it could be?
Look outside your

of plant
Life left to eat
I can’t promise you anything
Guess I’m just a little small
To fill your thoughts
Even if I swear by the words I sing
Even if I make