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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Copywrite - Tic Toc Lyrics

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Copywrite - Tic Toc

To the, to the,
We don’t stop,
Tic toc, tic toc,
We don’t stop,
Stop, stop, stop,
To the, to the,
Tic toc, tic toc!
Tic toc, tic toc!

Chorus:
Sometimes I envy my best friend for being dead,
Feeling sorry for myself, wishing that it was me instead.
Sometimes I wanna cry, sometimes I wanna die,
Almost everyone I love is in the sky,
Can’t help to wonder why.
Same game but I’m gonna reset it,
And every ex who ever dumped me,
Is gonna regret it!
So you say I’ve got a fucked up aura,
You just remain in the scene, I fucked up for ya!

Forrest Gump, I'm in it for the long run
Feels like time suspended while the song runs
Earth's freezing, so quiet I can hear a bird sneezing
Freezing out here, but I'm tryin'a make it a different season out here
What’s your reason out here?
I wrote a few new campfire chants,
Guaranteed to make a few vampires dance
Damn right anti-stab
Meet at the camp side as I burn my advance
On the curb by the branch till it burns right to ash
Booked to the future but learned by my past
Tell the world I am mad and we're not on speaking terms
Maybe in a week I learn, lately I've been needing a burg
Going crazy I'ma need some church

Chorus:
Sometimes I envy my best friend for being dead,
Feeling sorry for myself, wishing that it was me instead.
Sometimes I wanna cry, sometimes I wanna die,
Almost everyone I love is in the sky,
Can’t help to wonder why.
Same game but I’m gonna reset it,
And every ex who ever dumped me,
Is gonna regret it!
So you say I’ve got a fucked up aura,
You just remain in the scene, I fucked up for ya!

Now I lay myself down to sleep
At 30 000 feet, the Earth's down beneath
What I'm looking around to see
I parachute miles above the clouds
I'm coming down smarting up before I dumb it down
Centrum, depends on the ground, how far it gets, how hard I hit
Tic toc you don't stop or we can go up at a friend that I quit now won't cop
Tic tic or you don't quit
Today I owe my dealer and a friend made a bet with a whole lot
Quit tryin'a figure out what changes people
I say famous egos go to nameless zeros
In a race against time and I don't even know what I'm running for
I'm just doing it cause I'm fucking bored
No reason to lie, give me one of yours!
Try cover up my lies no cover tour

Chorus:
Sometimes I envy my best friend for being dead,
Feeling sorry for myself, wishing that it was me instead.
Sometimes I wanna cry, sometimes I wanna die,
Almost everyone I love is in the sky,
Can’t help to wonder why.
Same game but I’m gonna reset it,
And every ex who ever dumped me,
Is gonna regret it!
So you say I’ve got a fucked up aura,
You just remain in the scene, I fucked up for ya!

Here's where Copy goes beserk hold your perks
Now only being sober works oh for sure
Next week you'll be phoning jerks
Check out what the price goes for perps
Maybe but uhh, what if I'm wrong, what if you're right
Pat yourself on the back and get my butt up to fight
I won't shut up in life I know too well what struggle is like
Go change you, I got angels
My dad is a left, my mother's a right
Dad’s left cause he left and my mother was right
She told me "never quit" you'll discover the light
Remember the end of the tunnel with the sun in my sight
I see clearly when I'm deep in thought she hears me
And she talks back to me, it's no weird theory
I'm just waiting to meet up with her with no clock
To the to the tic tic you don't stop

Chorus:
Sometimes I envy my best friend for being dead,
Feeling sorry for myself, wishing that it was me instead.
Sometimes I wanna cry, sometimes I wanna die,
Almost everyone I love is in the sky,
Can’t help to wonder why.
Same game but I’m gonna reset it,
And every ex who’s ever dump me,
Is gonna regret it!
So you say I’ve got a fucked up aura,
You just remain in the scene, I fucked up for ya!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Copywrite - Shotgun Lyrics

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Copywrite - Shotgun

Call me
Ya, hey .. fucking shot

Chorus:
I can be your Kurt Cobain, girl,
And you can be my Courtney love
With the shy girl, to my brain girl,
.. what I want to do is famous girl,
‘cause I can be your Kurt Cobain, girl,
And you can be my Courtney love
With the shy girl, to my brain girl
.. what I want to do is be your famous girl,
.. what I want to do is be your famous girl,

I want to know, do you love me Courtney Love?
Do you .. my fuckin’ brain right out before you drugged me
.. pill so force can budge me, my journal is out
You read, of course you judge me
You know rock stars wearing every worse
But you … let the skirt
Wearing … metal hurts, I love you
.. who said it first
…universe…
Let me try it out
Damn it works
.. my .. bloody
I’ve been so hard with tear in up
This is kind of sad, funny
You would be back before I even had money
Now we have a good and plenty .. honey
..addiction …I need you to get high…

[Chorus:]
Is it really what you .. in the pain
Or should I just put a gun up to the brain
Never mind, I’ll put it to a head stead of mine
… a better lie, .. civilized
When you tell a lie, I can tell a lie
Ain’t as much as a word, I’ll let you slide
People revenge.. your friend that she let it slide
Now she’s my girlfriend, get a life
Courtney wants from my desperate air babe
Now you can take a shit on the crash airplane
.. pass the stare way, and have it on the ass was near me
I’ll tell you guy, I’ll pass on hear me
…snake it in the grass with earings,
I hate that we have the surnames
But not as much as if we had the surnames
When we let the cigarettes for you ..

[Chorus:]
Got a car from the silly hore game
Want to kill me .. in my sleep
To the freak .. really .. game
As if you figure what I got to lose
Now I need help from doctor Rue and doctor Drue
Look what I can do, I can shoot
Hello Kitty bitch, pretty idiot
…and sad, you got it from daddy
Your mom got a … from a .. with good ..
She got fake .. in her breast
Look .. truck in the bottle with your ..
..follow in her footsteps
Follow, when my ..when is time for tomorrow
When you were yesterday a dollar…
To the shotgun .. fuckin’ rolling on my ..
I can be your Kurt Cobain, girl!