Song Choice of the Day

The Dead South – In Hell I’ll be in good company

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Dead Love couldn’t go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you

My life’s a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells, miss-spells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I’ll be in good company

Dead Love couldn’t go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you

My life’s a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I’ll be in good company

In hell I’ll be in Good Company

Song Choice of the Day

Jax Jones & Raye – On hold (The XX cover)

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I don’t blame you
We got carried away
I can’t hold on
To an empty space

Now you’ve found a new star to orbit
It could be love
I think you’re too soon to call us old
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold

And every time I let you leave
I always saw you coming back to me
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold

Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body

I thought I had you on hold

Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to

My young heart
Chance to believe
We were destined
Young hearts
All need love
Call it a lesson

The stars and the charts and the cards make sense
Only when we want them to
When I lie awake staring in to space
I see a different view

Now you’ve found a new star to orbit
It could be love
I think you’re too soon to call us old
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold

And every time I let you leave
I always saw you coming back to me
When and where did we go cold?
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold

Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Where do you dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Where do you dare me to, dare me to
Where does it stop, where does it stop
Where do you dare me to
You’ve got the body, you’ve got the body
Dare me to, dare me to

And every time I let you leave
I always saw you coming back to me
When and where did we all go cold?
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold
I thought I had you on hold

Song Choice of the Day

50 Cent – Follow my lead (ft. Robin Thicke)

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[50 Cent]
Yeah… ladies and gentlemen~!
I’d like to thank y’all for comin out tonight
It’s my third album, third tour, third time’s a charm

[Intro: Robin Thicke + (50 Cent)]
Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you ’round the globe with me
I got dough (ha ha) plenty baby you can blow with me
And baby I know (uh-huh) that money ain’t ev-ery-thing
But it’s fo’ sho’ (fo’ sho, fo’ sho’) and ain’t for nothin when you fuck, with, me
Now when I go

[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Robin Thicke)]
(Follow my lead)
Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I’ll hold you down, put your trust in me
Baby follow my lead (follow my lead)
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
Follow my lead – follow my lead
I’m the one girl in time you’ll see
If you follow my lead

[50 Cent]
Don’t listen to the rumors, they say 50 fuckin crazy
50 don’t know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I like you a lot, I don’t wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I’ll call you a bitch
Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
And have to say, "Baby I apologize"
Cross my fingers, God forgive me for tellin lies
Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
Baby I can pass the day
Watchin you model lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty if it’s okay
You can be my Beyonce, I’ll be your Jay
Ha ha~! I got a great sense of humor
First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
Or do ya?

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After seven hours, New York to London, you’re wonderin
What’s gon’ be the next stop – I told you
I’m a don, you gon’ know I’m a don
After you shop ’til your feet hurtin in Milan
Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask your fam about me, they say 50 we love him
Without them there’s no me, so I love them
Man they’re the reason I exist, the reason I insist
I’m never less than the best, I’m perfection I guess
As my niggaz are stressed, I pass the test
Everytime I drop, I’m burnin hot
So I don’t care if she loves me or loves me not
Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I ain’t lookin for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
I get it done with speed

 

Song Choice of the Day

Cruel Youth – Hatefuck

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I should have left you
The moment I saw that stupid smile
I’m deluded to stay, dress rolled up by my waist
But you had me at ‘goodbye’
We got nothing in common
Except all our problems and pain
And I hate all your friends and the knife that you twist
When you say you always win

I hate you every time I fuck you
But I close the door
Cause I’m young and insecure
I loved you, what am I supposed to do?
It’s all we’re good for
While we’re young and insecure

I don’t even know you
You don’t know me when I’m not high
Boy you’re only as good as the hole in my skirt
And the bruises on my thigh
Walking in circles til I wear out my living room rug
Carpet burns on my elbows
The marks on your neck
They the trophies of our love

I hate you every time I fuck you
But I close the door
Cause I’m young and insecure
I loved you, what am I supposed to do?
It’s all we’re good for
While we’re young and insecure

Will you love me tomorrow?
When I’m screaming down your hall
And it’s past 3 am and you’re with her again
And I’m punching through your door
Cause you never listen
And I never learn
So blow out your matches
There’s no point in candles if our fire never burns

I hate you every time I fuck you
But I close the door
Cause I’m young and insecure
I loved you, what am I supposed to do?
It’s all we’re good for
While we’re young and insecure

Song Choice of the Day

Jedi Mind Tricks – Muerte

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[Ikon the Hologram]
Enter the eye of the storm
Rappers just battle me for the glory
It gets gory
They shitty like suppositories, that’s the end of the story
Bury his body in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories
My territory, perimeter of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click
Circulatory
Causing head spasms
Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm
Hologram has ’em and walks through the holy arches
Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness
Death is upon us
We slam like Adrian Adonis
Swarm onto pure blood like malicious pirahnas
Islamic farmers, no contender is parallel
When I’m on paper, devestate ’em like 7L
So where I dwell, without question rattles the league
Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue
Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps
Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax

*break*

[Jus Allah]
I inhale toxins
Drunk off blood from dead cops and
The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in
Side corba clutch, only truth can sober us
Wild ’cause we know there’s no Jehovah watching over us
Only 10 percent that’s controlling us
Try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us
Caged in we break barriers, change to new areas
Dodgin’ the pits and chariots out to bury us
Jus Allah don’t make threats
Leave your fuckin’ necks clipped
Had you speakin’ the manual alphabet
Seeing’ me is death not repeated or done twice
I laugh as I cast the first stones at Christ
Joint in ace bands, you move to Graceland and Satan
Mics spray then, bury flesh in wasteland
Infect you
Inject you with the gunpowder pegs
Indent your forehead with hot lead
Whether in the abode of the dead
Or resting in the Zions
A lost day chasing the doe, like wild lions
Unchained tearin’ your flesh we unfed
Flyin’ through, like birds we takin’ your daily bread

Song Choice of the Day

Michael Buble – Save the last dance for me

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You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me

Oh I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me

Baby don’t you know I love you so
Can’t you feel it when we touch
I will never, never let you go
I love you oh so much

You can dance, go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it’s time to go
If he asks if you’re all alone
Can he walk you home,you must tell him no
‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
Save the last dance for me

Oh I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone

And don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me

So don’t forget who’s taking you home
Or in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling, Save the last dance for me

Oh baby won’t you save the last dance for me
Oh baby won’t you promise that you’ll save,
The last dance for me
Save the last dance, the very last dance for me.