Artist: YELLOWCARD  Album: PAPER WALLS (2007)

I can’t keep this together,
And I might lose this year.
I can’t get through December,
And you know all my fears.

Someplace, somewhere behind me,
I walked right through the truth.
Truth is that you’re the one thing,
That always pulls me through.

This troubled life I choose..

You are the one that I need,
You know that I can still bleed.
Bring me back to life..
Bring me back to life..
You let me down from my cloud,
You keep my feet on the ground.
Bring me back to life..
Bring me back to life..

When I thought that I might,
Be invincible.
It wasn’t long before I,
Was invisible.

To your eyes and I swear,
There’s nothing left in here.
And the more you say you don’t care,
The more I know you’re there.

You are the one that I need,
You know that I can still bleed.
Bring me back to life..
Bring me back to life..
You let me down from my cloud,
You keep my feet on the ground.
Bring me back to life..
Bring me back to life..

I can’t keep this together..
(you are the one that I need..)
I can’t stay sick forever..
(you know that I can still bleed..)
I can’t stop this disaster..
(you bring me down from my cloud..)
I can’t fall any faster..

You are the one that I need,
You know that I can still bleed.
Bring me back to life..
Bring me back to life..

You are the one that I need,
You know that I can still bleed.
Bring me back to life..
Bring me back to life..
You let me down from my cloud,
You keep my feet on the ground.
Bring me back to life..
Bring me back to life..

You are the one that I need..
You know that I can still bleed..
You let me down from my cloud..
You keep my feet on the ground..

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Artist: YELLOWCARD  Album: PAPER WALLS (2007)

[Kids singing:]
Let’s burn a hole, so we can climb out.
Of these paper walls, and this empty house.
Don’t listen too close, they’re words are like guns.
With bullets that fly and kill what you’ve won..

Let’s burn a hole, so we can climb out.
Of these paper walls, and this empty house.

We’re the only thing that’s real.

These visions we have of ten years ago,
Of stars in the sky and us down below.
In streets and east coast lines,
We kept this scene alive.

Here I am, still hold on to this,
Dream we had, won’t let go of it,
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Don’t listen too close, they’re words are like guns.
With bullets that fly and kill what you’ve won.
Some love to hate, and some tell you lies.
So lets make a toast, and kiss them goodbye..

We’ll kiss them all goodbye..

Here I am, still hold on to this,
Dream we had, won’t let go of it,
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Here I stand, won’t turn back again.
Won’t leave you, know how hard it’s been
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Let’s take what hurts, and write it all down.
On these paper walls, and this empty house.
And when our ink runs out, we’ll burn it to the ground..

Here I am, still hold on to this
Dream we had, won’t let go of it,
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Here I stand, won’t turn back again.
Won’t leave you, know how hard it’s been
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Yeah..

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Artist: YOUNG DRO  (Feat: TIP & MacBoney)

[Verse 1: T.I.P]
Hey Pimp Squad Pimp Hard We Gettin Ours Of Top
Hit Broad Ass Niggaz In Dey Jaws Of Top
Pisol Whip Em Then Bust Em In Da Leg Wit Da Glock
Leave Em Fuckin Shell Shocked
Dont Get Cha Fuckin Head Chopped
4 Tryin 2 Hustle A Broad But Nigga Ours Dont Stop
Wheather We Hustle Broads Or Gettin Our Of Blocks
Used 2 See Us On Da Block
Hangin In Da Spot Chillin Fire Hot
But We Out Till Diss Yeall Start Sellin
Time 2 Re-Up And Im Waitin On Dude But Not Devin
Kno Da Feds Wonder Who No Clue Im Not Tellin
We Vintage Hustlers
Throwback Gangstas From “87″
Extremly Rare I Swear Im Like Number 9 Out Of 11
Now You See Us Flashin Toolz On “22″ Hot Wheelin
Back 2 Back 2 Back In Black And Blue And White 7’s
Came Along Way From The Trap Wit Dem Hard White 7’s
Its A Blessin That You Peasants Was Graced Wit Our Presents

[Hook:]
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff [x2]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Yall Caught Us On Brawus
Change Da Paint On Da Chevy June, July, And August
Try One Of My Dogs Get 2 Of Ya Dogs Slaughtered
12 Chasin Us On Da Trap But They Aint Caught Us
Dimes Jockin Who Saw Us A Watch Da Ammo
Slugs In Da Belt Strapped On My Chest Boy Im Ramdro
Soldier Give Me My Warriors Gucci My Leather
Fresh Air Force Ones My Guns Dats Betta
Whateva Mafia Learnin
Feds Found Out I Was Bilengual
When Dey Heard Me Speakin In German
Twistin And Turnin
Drug Dealer Clickin And Bustin
Im Section 8 Project Livin But Im Dealin Wit Russians
I Swear Bodies I’ll Drop Slow
My Mexican Colt Quepaso
Doublle Glock
30 Round Clips I’ll Knock Em Out Folk
Reload Swiftly
Approxamatly 120 Slugs Come Plenty
Wont Stop Until My Whole Clip Empty Cause Im

[Hook:]
Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff
Man Dem Niggaz Shell

[Verse 3: MacBoney]
Im Da First Sarg. In A Blackout
I Pull Da Black Mack Out
I Blow Ya Back Out
Shoot You Up Higher Then Stackhouse
My Nine Clear House
Hide In Da Corner Nigga Play Mouse
I Brang Da K Out
We Serve Up Beef Like A Steak House
The Devils Play House
You Talkin Shit But You Dont Weigh Out
Lets See What Dey Bout
But Shit You Kno How Dats Gone Play Out
We Paid And Dey Not
So We Dont Care Shit We Gone Spray Shots
You Might Leave 2nite But We Gone Catch You In Yo Day Spot
We Glorify Hot
Ridin Big In Dem Fat Knots
This Where Da Game Stops
We Classic Soldiers Just Like Reebok
Ridin Hightops I Be So High I See Da Rooftops
Pistol Stay Cocked Cause Niggaz Thrivin Up On My Block
Shut Da Fuck Up
Back Tha Fuck Up
Bitch You’ll Get Touched
My Clique 2 Much
We Gone Go Out Rich And Famous
So You Can Blame Us
You Already Pointin Fingers
These Niggaz Sangers
We Classified As Entertainers

[Hook:]
Shell
You Dont Want No Part Of Da Squad
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
Send Somethin At You Hit Cha Hard In Ya Heart
Man Dem Niggaz Shell
I Promise Nigga You Dont Want It Wit Us
You Dumb As Hell And Ass Out Tryin 2 Call Our Bluff

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