Old but sweet

Cadillac smiles in the ladies’ styles in this world
They ain’t no part of me
A hundred dollar bill can cure your ills in this world
But it ain’t no good to me

You see money and clothes are easily burned
People and cars are easily turned around
I’m looking for something that’ll last me all of my life
I’m listening for the sound

[Chorus:]
I wanna hear her heartbeat
In the darkness
Everynight of my life
I wanna hear a heartbeat
In the darkness
Next to mine

A woman trying to find a diamond mine
Ain’t my kind, she ain’t no use to me
A big estate with a wrought-iron gate
A mansion on the hill, ain’t where I wanna be

You see without love a house ain’t a home
A diamond ain’t no more than a stone in the ground
I’d give evry material thing I own in this life
If I could just hear the sound

[Chorus:]
I wanna hear a heartbeat
In the darkness
Everynight of my life
I wanna hear a heartbeat
In the darkness
Next to mine

[Instrumental]

[Chorus:]
I wanna hear a heartbeat
In the darkness
Every night of my life
I wanna hear a heartbeat
In the darkness
Next to mine

I wanna hear a heartbeat
I wanna hear a heartbeat
I wanna hear a hear

HEARTBEAT IN THE DARKNESS
Don Williams.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZnxqotLQsM

Kenny Rogers – The Gambler Lyrics
On a warm summer’s eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin’
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us,
And he began to speak
He said, “Son, I’ve made a life
Out of readin’ people’s faces
Knowin’ what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don’t mind me sayin’
I can see you’re out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I’ll give you some advice”
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
He said, "If you’re gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right
You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for counting
When the dealin’s done
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away
And knowin’ what to keep
‘Cause every hand’s a winner
And every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
In your sleep
And when he finished speakin’
He turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep
You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done
You’ve got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold
'em)
Know when to fold ‘em (when to fold ‘em)
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done
You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

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gay

Brokeback theme songs:D:D

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let me leave this one here, always takes me down memory lane

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xlo1NvEdAw

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Don Williams

“We Should Be Together”

I think about you
When I don’t want to
Dream about your smiling face
I keep trying not to love you
But I love you anyway

We should be together, together
We should be walking side by side
We should be together, together
Keeping each other satisfied

I have thought to come to know you
I’ve come to need your company
What will I do if I can’t have you
If I can’t have you
What will I do

We should be together, together
We should be walking side by side
We should be together, together
Keeping each other satisfied

[Instrumental]

We should be together, together
We should be walking side by side
We should be together, together
Keeping each other satisfied…

Just awesome

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THIS IS WHAT A MANLY SONG LOOKS LIKE
Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]
I ain’t got no motherfucking friends
That’s why I fucked your bitch
You fat motherfucker (Take Money)
West Side
Bad Boy Killers (Take Money)
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to (Take Money)
(ha ha, that’s alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the clique you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin’ to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I’ll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don’t fuck around with real G’s
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I’ll let them niggas know
It’s on for Life
Don’t let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn’t finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don’t even know why I’m on this track
You all niggas ain’t even on my level
I’m going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
(ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up)

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain’t never heard of you
Poisonous gats attack when I’m serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
‘cause I’m a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin’ block
I’m running through nigga
And I’m smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain’t no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin’ to come up off of me
You in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It’s like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it’s funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I’m a self made Millionaire
Thug livin’, out of prison
Pistols in the Air (Air) (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it’s all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I’m back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I’m still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker I’ll Hit 'Em Up

I’m from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas’
I’ll bring you fake G’s to your knees
Coppin’ pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You’s a beat biter
Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to your face, you ain’t shit but a faker
Soften than Alize with a chaser
‘bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D. I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas’ in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain’t no motherfuckin’ joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It’s a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don’t wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique
Dressing up trying to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire’s
Killing ain’t fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don’t one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You’re fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain’t singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We’re gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna’ do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y’all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don’t grow.
You motherfuckers can’t be us or see us.
We mother fuckin’ Thug Life riders.
West Side till’ we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya’
We’ll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin’ mob
Ain’t nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh ‘cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin’ belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can’t feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.

Hapo saw ukieza nipe Coward of the County pia

Kenny Rogers – Coward Of The County Lyrics
Everyone considered him the coward of the county
He’d never stood one single time to prove the
county wrong.
His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called
him yellow,
Something always told me they were reading
Tommy wrong.
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in
prison;
I took care of Tommy, 'cause he was my brother’s
son.
I still recall the final words my brother said to
Tommy,
“Son my life is over, but yours has just begun”.
[Chorus]
“Promise me, son, not to do the things I’ve done
Walk away from trouble if you can.
It won’t mean you’re weak if you turn the other
cheek
I hope you’re old enough to understand,
Son, you don’t have to fight to be a man.”
There’s someone for everyone, and Tommy’s love
was Becky.
In her arms he didn’t have to prove he was a man.
One day while he was working, the Gatlin boys
came calling
They took turns at Becky, n’there was three of
them).
Tommy opened up the door, and saw Becky crying.
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he
could stand.
He reached above the fireplace, and took down his
daddy’s picture.
As the tears fell on his daddy’s face, he heard these
words again:
[Chorus]
The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked
into the barroom;
One of them got up and met him half way cross the
floor.
When Tommy turned around they said, “Hey look!
old yeller’s leaving,”
But you could’ve heard a pin drop when Tommy
stopped and locked the door.
Twenty years of crawling were bottled up inside
him.
He wasn’t holding nothing back – he let 'em have it
all.
When Tommy left the bar room, not a Gatlin boy
was standing.
He said, "This one’s for Becky, as he watched the
last one fall. (And I heard him say,)
“I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you’ve
done
I walk away from trouble when I can
Now please don’t think I’m weak, I didn’t turn the
other cheek,
And papa, I should hope you understand
Sometimes you gotta fight when you’re a man”.
Everyone considered him the coward of the county.

She said, “I’m going out with my girlfriends
For margaritas at the Holiday Inn”
Oh have mercy my only thought
Was tequila makes her clothes fall off
I told her put an extra layer on
I know what happens when she drinks Patron
Her closet’s missing half the things she bought
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
She’ll start by kicking out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink
Them panty hose ain’t gonna last too long
If the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
She might come home in a table cloth
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
She can handle any champagne brunch
A bridal shower with Bacardi punch
Jello shooters full of Smirnoff
But tequila makes her clothes fall off
She’ll start by kicking out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink
She don’t mean nothing, she’s just havin’ fun
Tomorrow she’ll say, “Oh what have I done?”
Her friends will joke about the stuff she lost
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Oh tequila makes her clothes fall off
Oh tequila makes her clothes fall off

AND THIS ONE TOO
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfill the book.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
[Guitar break]
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfill the book.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

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