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58940704572000The Rose That Grew From Concrete By Tupac ShakurYou try to plant somethin in the concrete, y'knowhatImean?If it GROW, and the and the rose petal got all kind ofscratches and marks, you not gon' say, "Dang, look atall the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from concrete"You gon' be like, "Dang! A rose grew from the concrete?!"Same thing with me, y'knahmean? I grew out of all of thisInstead of sayin, "Dang, he did this, he did this,"just be like, "DANG! He grew out of that? He came out of that?"That's what they should say, y'knowhatImean?All the trouble to survive and make good out of the dirty, nastyy'knowhahatImean unbelievable lifestyle they gave meI'm just tryin to make somethin..When no one even caredThe rose it grew from concreteKeepin all these dreamsProvin nature's laws wrongIt learned how to walk without havin feetIt came from concrete[spoken part]Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?Provin nature's laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feetFunny it seems but, by keepin its dreamsit, learned to breathe FRESH airLong live the rose that grew from concretewhen no one else even caredNo one else even cared..The rose that grew from concrete[spoken part]Did you hear..Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?Provin nature's laws wrongIt learned to walk without having feetFunny it seems but by keeping its dreamsit learned to breathe FRESH airLong live the rose that grew from concretewhen no one else, even caredKeepin all these dreamsProvin nature's laws wrongIt learned how to walk without havin feet (to breathe the fresh air)It came from concrete (to breathe the fresh air)(to breathe the fresh air, to breathe the fresh air)You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concretehad damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate itstenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun.Well, we are the rose - this is the concrete - and these aremy damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God -----, ask me how!Hahahaha.Firework By Katy PerryDo you ever feel like a plastic bagDrifting through the wind, wanting to start again?Do you ever feel, feel so paper thinLike a house of cards, one blow from caving in?Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?Scream but no one seems to hear a thingDo you know that there's still a chance for you'Cause there's a spark in you?You just gotta ignite the light and let it shineJust own the night like the 4th of July'Cause, baby, you're a fireworkCome on, show 'em what you're worthMake 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"As you shoot across the sky-y-yBaby, you're a fireworkCome on, let your colours burstMake 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, aweYou don't have to feel like a wasted spaceYou're original, cannot be replacedIf you only knew what the future holdsAfter a hurricane comes a rainbowMaybe you reason why all the doors are closedSo you could open one that leads you to the perfect roadLike a lightning bolt, your heart will glow16744957048500And when it's time you'll knowYou just gotta ignite the light and let it shineJust own the night like the 4th of July'Cause, baby, you're a fireworkCome on, show 'em what you're worthMake 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"As you shoot across the sky-y-yBaby, you're a fireworkCome on, let your colours burstMake 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, aweBoom, boom, boomEven brighter than the moon, moon, moonIt's always been inside of you, you, youAnd now it's time to let it through-ough-ough'Cause, baby, you're a fireworkCome on, show 'em what you're worthMake 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"As you shoot across the sky-y-yBaby, you're a fireworkCome on, let your colours burstMake 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, aweBoom, boom, boomEven brighter than the moon, moon, moonBoom, boom, boomEven brighter than the moon, moon, moonStereo Hearts By Gym Class Heroes3398520773239500My heart's a stereoIt beats for you, so listen closeHear my thoughts in every no-o-o-teMake me your radio (yeah)And turn me up when you feel low (turn it up a little bit)This melody was meant for you (I like it)Just sing along to my stereoGym Class Heroes baby!If I was just another dusty record on the shelfWould you blow me off and play me like everybody else?If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?Like yeah screwed up, check it Travie, I can handle thatFurthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracksIt's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracksI used to, used to, used to, used to, now I'm over that'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifactsIf I could only find a note to make you understandI'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the handJust keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tuneAnd know my heart's a stereo that only plays for youMy heart's a stereoIt beats for you, so listen closeHear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te (yeah, yeah, yeah, come on)Make me your radio (aha)And turn me up when you feel low (turn it up)This melody was meant for youJust sing along to my stereoOh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereoOh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereoLet's go!If I was an old-school fifty pound boombox (remember them?)Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walkWould you turn my volume up in front of the cops (turn it up)And crank it higher every time they told you to stopAnd all I ask is that you don't get mad at meWhen you have to purchase mad D batteriesAppreciate every mixtape your friends makeYou never know we come and go like on the interstateI think I finally found a note to make you understandIf you can hit it, sing along and take me by the handJust keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tuneYou know my heart's a stereo that only plays for youMy heart's a stereoIt beats for you, so listen close (listen)Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-teMake me your radio (come on)Turn me up when you feel low (turn it up)This melody was meant for youJust sing along to my stereo (sing along)Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereoOh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereoI only pray you'll never leave me behind (never leave me)Because good music can be so hard to find (so hard to find)I take your head and hold it closer to mine (yeah)Thought love was dead, but now you're changing (yeah) my mind (come on, whoa)My heart's a stereoIt beats for you, so listen closeHear my thoughts in every no-o-o-teMake me your radio (aha)Turn me up when you feel low (turn it up)This melody was meant for youJust sing along to my stereoOh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo (it's your boy Travie)Oh oh oh oh (Gym Class Heroes, baby!) so sing along to my stereoYeahEmpire State of Mind By Jay-Z ft. Alicia KeysYea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State St.catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five----- I be Spike'd out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doNow you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,New YorkCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game----, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of ------ walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa ----, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane WadeThree dice cee-lo, three Card MontyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that'sLights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eveCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleAnna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, ------------------2171700267398500-------------- just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a ------And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"Life is a Highway By Rascal Flattsleft177101500Whooo umm yeah...Life's like a road that you travel onWhen there's one day here and the next day goneSometimes you bend, sometimes you standSometimes you turn your back to the windThere's a world outside ev'ry darkened doorWhere blues won't haunt you anymoreWhere brave are free and lovers soarCome ride with me to the distant shoreWe won't hesitateTo break down the garden gateThere's not much time left todayLife is a highwayI wanna ride it all night longIf you're going my wayI wanna drive it all night longThrough all these cities and all these townsIt's in my blood and it's all aroundI love you now like I loved you thenThis is the road and these are the handsFrom Mozambique to those Memphis nightsThe Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lightsKnock me down get back up againYou're in my bloodI'm not a lonely manThere's no load I can't holdRoad so rough this I knowI'll be there when the light comes inJust tell 'em we're survivorsGimme gimme gimme gimme yeahThere was a distance between you and I (between you and I)A misunderstanding onceBut now we look it in the eyeOoooo...Yeah!There ain't no load that I can't holdRoad so rough this I knowI'll be there when the light comes inJust tell 'em we're survivorsLife is a highwayI wanna ride it all night longIf you're going my wayI wanna drive it all night longGimme gimme gimme gimme yeahAmerican Honey By Lady AntebellumShe grew up on the side of the roadWhere the church bells ringAnd strong love growsShe grew up goodShe grew up slowLike American honeySteady as a preacherFree as a weedCouldn't wait to get goingBut wasn't quite ready to leaveSo innocent, pure and sweetAmerican honeyThere's a wild, wild whisperBlowin' in the windCallin' out my nameLike a long lost friendOh, I miss those daysAs the years go byOh, nothin' sweeter than summertimeAnd American honeyGet caught in the race of this crazy lifeTryin' to be everythingCan make you lose your mindI just wanna go back in timeTo American honeyThere's a wild, wild whisperBlowin' in the windCallin' out my nameLike a long lost friendOh, I miss those daysAs the years go byOh, nothin' sweeter than summertimeAnd American honeyGone for so long nowI gotta get back to her somehowTo American honeyThere's a wild wild whisperBlowin' in the windCallin' out my nameLike a long lost friendOh, I miss those daysAs the years go byNothin' sweeter than summertimeAnd American honeyAnd American honeyOohBlank Space By Taylor SwiftNice to meet youWhere you been?I could show you incredible thingsMagic, madness, heaven, sinSaw you there and I thought oh my godLook at that face, you look like my next mistakeLove's a game, wanna playNew money, suit and tieI can read you like a magazineAin't it funny rumors flyAnd I know you heard about meSo hey, let's be friendsI'm dying to see how this one endsGrab your passport and my handI could make the bad guys good for a weekendSo it's gonna be foreverOr it's gonna go down in flamesYou can tell me when it's overIf the high was worth the painGot a long list of ex-loversThey'll tell you I'm insaneCause you know I love the playersAnd you love the gameCause we're young and we're recklessWe'll take this way too far It'll leave you breathlessOr with a nasty scarGot a long list of ex-loversThey'll tell you I'm insaneBut I got a blank space babyAnd I'll write your nameCherry lipsCrystal skiesI could show you incredible thingsStolen kisses, pretty liesYou're the king baby I'm your queenFind out what you wantBe that girl for a monthBut the worst is yet to comeOh noScreaming, crying, perfect stormsI could make all the tables turnRose garden filled with thornsKeep you second guessing like oh my godWho is she? I get drunk on jealousyBut you'll come back each time you leaveCause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydreamSo it's gonna be foreverOr it's gonna go down in flamesYou can tell me when it's overIf the high was worth the painGot a long list of ex-loversThey'll tell you I'm insaneCause you know I love the playersAnd you love the gameCause we're young and we're recklessWe'll take this way too far and leave you breathlessOr with a nasty scarGot a long list of ex-loversThey'll tell you I'm insaneBut I got a blank space babyAnd I'll write your nameBoys only want love if it's tortureDon't say I didn't say I didn't warn youBoys only want love if it's tortureDon't say I didn't say I didn't warn youSo it's gonna be foreverOr it's gonna go down in flamesYou can tell me when it's overIf the high was worth the painGot a long list of ex-loversThey'll tell you I'm insaneCause you know I love the playersAnd you love the gameCause we're young and we're recklessWe'll take this way too far and leave you breathlessOr with a nasty scarGot a long list of ex-loversThey'll tell you I'm insaneBut I got a blank space babyAnd I'll write your name ................
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