Hold on little girl
Show me what he's done to you
Stand up little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
wake up who cares about
Little boys that talk too much
I seen it all go down
Your game of love was all rained out
So come on baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you
Chorus
Why be alone when we can be together baby
You can make my life worthwhile
And I can make you start to smile
Imogen Heap - Not Now But Soon lyric
Not now but soon
The most beautiful light
Will wake us to pillow fighting excitement
Not now but soon
Right into every corner
Satellites maneuvering beams of change
Standing by the best days of our lives
Magnificent, the best days of our lives
Bing bang boom, the best days of our lives
Are coming right up if we can just get through this one
Who said it was over?
It's as good as it gets
But we got a few tricks up our sleeves
If we swallow it's all over
An open wine bottle is made to believe
Silent you, love, soldered soliloquies
Oh, is it nothing's anymore
Terrifying best, days of our lives
We're hanging on the best days of our lives
Today's about the best days of our lives
Oh, they're coming right up if we can just get through this one
I'll hang on, grab onto your feet
Someone else holds tight to my shoelaces
When their trouser leg tears
Runs and stops at the seam
To keep us dangled together until hell finds here
I'll hang on, grab onto your feet
Someone else holds tight to my shoelaces
When their trouser leg tears
Runs and stops at the seam
To keep us dangled together until hell finds here
The best days of our lives
Better be the best days of our lives
Bring on the best days of our lives
Coming right up, woah, coming right up
The most beautiful light
Will wake us to pillow fighting excitement
Not now but soon
Right into every corner
Satellites maneuvering beams of change
Standing by the best days of our lives
Magnificent, the best days of our lives
Bing bang boom, the best days of our lives
Are coming right up if we can just get through this one
Who said it was over?
It's as good as it gets
But we got a few tricks up our sleeves
If we swallow it's all over
An open wine bottle is made to believe
Silent you, love, soldered soliloquies
Oh, is it nothing's anymore
Terrifying best, days of our lives
We're hanging on the best days of our lives
Today's about the best days of our lives
Oh, they're coming right up if we can just get through this one
I'll hang on, grab onto your feet
Someone else holds tight to my shoelaces
When their trouser leg tears
Runs and stops at the seam
To keep us dangled together until hell finds here
I'll hang on, grab onto your feet
Someone else holds tight to my shoelaces
When their trouser leg tears
Runs and stops at the seam
To keep us dangled together until hell finds here
The best days of our lives
Better be the best days of our lives
Bring on the best days of our lives
Coming right up, woah, coming right up
Eminem - Almost Famous lyric
(Intro)
Yeah, can't stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 1)
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist,
they call me Slim Rothelsberger
I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind,
when I come back like ?? your spine
I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy
that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in ? sauce?
Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
I'm almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 2)
I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory
Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win
Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior
Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for
I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer
Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's
See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BB's
Your bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties
No peace treaty's, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the might DRE
He's almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 3)
Now there he goes, in Dre's studio, cupping his balls
Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
He ain't giving 'em shit, he's scissor pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the brawn so dark
You can see the mark when it scars,
til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"
His metaphors and similies ain't similar to them not at all
If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it, he's fucking had it
He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
They better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cause I ain't looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork
And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As the cold wind blowing, this world ain't gonna know what hit it,
he did it, he made it, he's finally famous!
Yeah, can't stop now...
This maybe the last chance I get, to be famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 1)
I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist,
they call me Slim Rothelsberger
I get beserker than a fed up postal worker
A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter
For a gangsta, you should of shit your pants when you saw
The chainsaw get to waving like a terrible dial
I faced her around when his fangs come out, get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind,
when I come back like ?? your spine
I'm a thumbtac that you slept on son
Now here I come screaming "attack" like I stepped on one!
Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum
He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em
He's so out cold, he's knocked out at the south pole and
Nobody fucks with him, rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom, take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to thwart him, he'll take your punchlines and snort 'em
Shit stained drawers, you gon' fuck with the guy
that licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in ? sauce?
Game's off homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down, you must be out your dang skulls!
I'm almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 2)
I'm back for revenge, I lost the battle, that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep, I step strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are distorting my mem-ory
Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win
Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior
Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for
I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short of a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism you prick!
Don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger, matter of fact, I need a lawyer
I just laced my gloves with enough plaster to make a cast
Beat his ass naked and pee'd in his corner like Verne Troyer
Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're menime's
See he's in a-whole-nother weight class, his slugs your BB's
Your bean bag bullets, you're full of it, you were dissing his CD's
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his wheeties
No peace treaty's, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the might DRE
He's almost famous
(Hook)
You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes
I just wanna be famous
But be careful what you wish for!
(Verse 3)
Now there he goes, in Dre's studio, cupping his balls
Screaming the wood off the panelling, cussing the paint off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these broads
He ain't giving 'em shit, he's scissor pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a bruise on the brawn so dark
You can see the mark when it scars,
til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out "AHHH!"
His metaphors and similies ain't similar to them not at all
If they don't like they can all get fucked, instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David Carridy, they can go fuck themselves and just die
And eat shit while they at it, he's fucking had it
He's mad at the whole world, so go to hell and build a snowman, girl
The bullies become bullied, the pussies get pushed
They better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cause I ain't looking back only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic, let me get a stork
And raise the bar higher than my opinion of these women ?
So bare witness to some biblical shit
As the cold wind blowing, this world ain't gonna know what hit it,
he did it, he made it, he's finally famous!
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