Song of the day #sotd
Artist: Killing time
Song: My Reason
Album: Brightside
Lyrics:
thought i was on top of the heap till it all came tumbling down on me. dreams turned to nightmares hopes faded to memories. I had hope. i saw a future. from where i stood things looked great. you saw it different, never gave a reason, that’s why i’m so filled with hate. the times that we shared were great. memories i’ll always save. the future looked so bright, until you turned out the light i’ve got a reason for my anger and that reason is you. i hope that some day you get a chance to feel the same way that i do.
#sotd song of the day
Artist: Lil Wayne
Song: Money Ova Here Feat. Stacks
Album: The Carter 3 Mixtape
The song of the day #sotd Come to you from Total Chaos.
Artist: Total Chaos
Song: Rome Will Fall
Album: Freedom Kills
HAHAHAHAHHA Do you like bananas?
Artist: The Ramones
Song: This Aint Havanna
Album: End of the Century
Lyrics
I had no advantage over you
There was troubles and I had’em too
Just ‘cause you’re so strung out
Don’t mean it can’t work out
Ba-ba-banana, this ain’t Havana
Do you like bananas, ba-ba-bananas
Say you’re a victim of society
You ask them for your mercy
Just like the cats in the garbage cans
When’s their time coming, man
You better offer some resistence
You better give up on my insistence
Things happen overnight
You don’t give up without a fight
Ba-ba-banana, this ain’t Havana
Do you like bananas, ba-ba-bananas
You say you’re poor and uneducated
You ain’t gotta chance ‘cause you’re hated
You’re on your way to life’s promotion
You hinder it with emotion
Ba-ba-banana, this ain’t Havana
Do you like bananas, ba-ba-bananas
50 Cents - Song - Patiently Waiting - Album - Get Rich Or Die Trying
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Song of the day
Lyrics
Artist: 50 Cent
Song Title: Patiently Waiting
Writer(s): ELIZONDO, MIKE / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / MATHERS, MARSHALL BIII(EMINEM) / RESTO, LUIS
#50Cent
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right?
I owe you for this one
[Chorus]
I’ve been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your *** will get rolled on
It feels like my flows been hot for so long
If you thinking I’m ****ing fall off your so wrong
#50Cent
Innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from nine eleven
The lords blessings leave me lyrically inclined
**** I ain’t even gotta try to shine
God’s the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
Straight out the good book, look, *****s is shook
50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
Picture me pen in hand write lines knowing the source’ll quote it
When I die, they’ll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops should that make me bitter?
I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitter?
In this white man’s world I’m similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone will stop ringing again
These industry *****z ain’t friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus: x2 Eminem]
Patiently waiting to make it through all the hating
Debating whether or not you could even weather the storm.
Just lay on the table they operating to save you
Its like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above
#Eminem
They think they’re crazy but they ain’t crazy lets face it, **** basically
They just playing sick, they ain’t **** They ain’t saying ****, spray ‘em Fifty
A to the K, get in the way I’ll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into ****ing mayhem you staying with me?
Don’t let me lose you, I’m not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message am I getting through to you?
You know whats coming you ************s don’t even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the **** do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The Juggernauts of this rap **** like it or not
Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot
You put your life in this, nothing like surviving the shot
Y’all know what time it is as soon as Fifty signs on this dot
**** what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards ****ed with the wrong building they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower
There’s nothing spookier, you’re now about to witness the power of ****in Fifty
[Chorus: x2]
The guns spark when the shots go off
Its fifty, they say its Fifty
See a ***** laid out with his ****ing top blown off
Its fifty, man that wasn’t Fifty, they don’t holla my name
#50Cent
You shouldn’t throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
Cause I’ll break your face, have your *** running
Mumbling to the Jake, you going against me dog you making a mistake
Ill split you have you looking like the Michael Jackson’s jackets with all them zippers
I’m the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over you should call me flipper
Your *****, a regular *****, you calling her wifey
I ****ed her, I feed her fast food, you keeping her icy
I’m down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in 94’ “We don’t love them hoes”
I got pennies for my thoughts, now I’m rich
See the twenty’s spinning looking mean on the six
*****s wearing flags, ‘cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holes (************).
[Chorus: x2]
#50Cent
Its #fifty
#sotd #50cents
Alkaline Trio - Prevent this Tragedy (live) - album - Thrasher Magazine Presents: Skaterock Vol. 12 “Eat The Flag”
Matt telling someone how he does not mind if you punch someone in the face.
Lyrics
Here we are again with handguns for hearts
They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart
Nothing to hold, all hope deleted
Our demise has been completed now
Nowhere left to go but down
The flames of hell they give me hope, I drown
In oceans of this tragic part of town
Where nothing’s heard for miles but the sound
Of children wishing they were safely underground
We are the walking dead, we hold this ghost in our arms
We take our daily breath and thank our unlucky stars
Tried to get by on bread and water
Craving blood poured from the alter now
Not much left to do but drown
In flames of miscommunication, down
Then out and off in search of someone proud
To translate what we truly dream about
As we lay in this bed thinking out loud
I’m screaming uncle, mercy me
And my broken telepathy
For I’m left with nothing but this bloodless riverbank
West Memphis, please
I’m begging you to stop praying for me
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Since It’s a rainy day here in Long Beach, I had to compile a list of rainy day songs, this one by Jill Scott has me all wrapped up, so I had to post this as the #SOTD
