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from Ali (알리) by Pieter Bourke [ost] (2002)
Your precious love, love means more to me More, more than any love can ever mean, baby You're entire truth, oh and I Oh, I wanted you, lately I was so lonely So lonely, lonely, so lonely and so blue Good God, and that That's what love will do, do And you know something ladies And especially you ladies I'd like to speak to Because you know something ladies You got a man, I don't care what kind of man you got He wants you to get down on your knees every once in a while And kinda crawl to him And you know I got a man that's somewhere out there That I don't mind crawling to Sometimes I wake up in the midnight hour Tears rolling down my face And if I look around for my man and I can't find him Hey I follow the Lord Look a little higher, kinda pray to the Lord Because I always believe that the Lord can help ya if nobody else could But sometimes I think he don't even hear me So after falling alone on my knees, look a little higher Kinda raise my voice a little higher And this is what I say when I call on my man I especially want you ladies to listen to me Cuz maybe you can try this It might help you every once in a while This is what you say when you call on your man Give it to 'em to Darlin', yeah darling, oh ladies Darlin' don't you know that I love you so much, hey yeah Oh, whew, fall down on my knees Beg my baby please I got to tell the man that I love him, yes I will Whew For your precious love For your precious love There's nothing, there's nothing Nothing in this whole wide world I wouldn't do for you darling, oh I'd walk all night out in the rain Lord I got to see my baby again I gotta tell the man that I love him One more time ya'll, whew For your precious love For your precious love There's nothing, there's nothing Nothing in this whole wide world That I wouldn't do for you darling, oh I'd walk all night out in the rain Lord I got to see my baby again I gotta tell the man that I love him Yes I do, whew For your precious love For your precious love There's nothing, nothing Nothing in this whole wide world That I wouldn't do for you darling, oh whew Get down on my knees I gotta beg you baby please I gotta tell ya that I love ya One more time, whew |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
He breaks, me down, he builds, me up He fills, my cup, I like, it rough We fuss, we brawl, we rise, we fall He comes, in late, but it's, ok He do, I do, he knows, the rules He takes care of home, though he's not alone I'm on, his knee, he keeps, me clean And gives, me things, he makes, me scream [Chorus: Truth Hurts] He's so contagious, returns my pages He's got me anxious, he's what I waited for He keeps me guessin, spontaneous He's so persuasive, and I'm his lady [Verse 2: Truth Hurts] Oh! Tonight he's waitin, and I ain't complainin I'm entertainin, my number one fan My back is achin, from our love makin Oh yes I'm takin, ain't no use in fakin My ups, my downs, my high and my lows From head to toe, he makes me glow He hits the spot, he makes me hot I'm all that he's got, and he's all that I got [Chorus: Truth Hurts] He's so contagious, he turns my pages He's got me anxious, he's what I waited for He keeps me guessin, spontaneous He's so persuasive, and I'm his lady [Verse 3: Rakim] Thinkin of a masterplan, you know anything you need baby ask your man You was there from a half a grand Now it's kelos to c notes and how fast your grands We ball like we own the world, your only concern is you my only girl And when we speakin in tongues Breathin hard when I'm squeezin your lungs Keep it strong, but I gotta hit the streets when I'm done It's joy and pain, when you try to get ahead of the game It's fucked up but you never complain You just pray I don't get killed when I hit the hood Just another hundred mill and I'm a quit for good No more drug wars trips to jail and shootouts Gettin loot out for lawyers and bail will get you boot out Just me and you high off sex I'm twisted You OG'd and you OD addicted [Chorus: Truth Hurts] He's so contagious, he turns my pages He's got me anxious, he's what I waited for He keeps me guessin, spontaneous He's so persuasive, and I'm his lady He's so contagious, he turns my pages He's got me anxious, he's what I waited for He keeps me guessin, spontaneous He's so persuasive, and I'm his lady |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
It's three o'clock Are you coming by my spot I'll was feeling sexy, but I guess your not Never available when I really want it So what I'm gonna do, is what I got to do Ohh Wee, yes I got to do me If this is how I got to get mine on At least I know it won't be wrong Cause I know how to please me If this is how it got to be And then the thing do me Like I do when I'm alone Ohh Wee As long as you ain't trippin you don't even have to worry bout me You know nobody does it like you know how to do it but me Well, if somebody doesn't come along and handle this permanently I know how to love me, see Ohh Wee, yes I got to do me If this is how I got to get mine on At least I know it won't be wrong Cause I know how to please me If this is how it got to be And then the thing do me Like I do when I'm alone Ohh Wee I'm gonna please me yeah Break it down, break it down Oooohhhhhhh, Weeeee Chorus repeat |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
When I think about it when I got so much that I just cant complain and if I choose to believe something
new you cant con sev cause the thoughts are confined how you gonna find the nerve to believe that you thought you'd be mine he's what I feel inside I just dont wanna be misunderstood nobody telling me whats wrong or right bad or good cause I'm grown I wanna feel free to release it if thats the way I'm feeling I wanna believe who I am to be and if I feel disrespected that should be respected thats right above restriction of opinions how ever I whatever I Don't think I'm selfish don't let it be a day when I'm feeling that the world is mine oh I'll make no mistake cause its alright and even if I'm feelin' like I wanna complain that my right and if I choose to lie, cuss, buss, or fight damn right I just dont wanna be misunderstood nobody telling me whats wrong or right bad or good cause I'm grown I wanna feel free to release it if thats the way I'm feeling I wanna believe who I am to be and if I feel disrespected that should be respected thats right above restriction of opinions how ever I whatever I I wanna feel free to release it if thats the way I'm feeling I wanna believe who I am to be and if I feel disrespected that should be respected thats right above restriction of opinions how ever I whatever I I wanna feel free to release it if thats the way I'm feeling I wanna believe who I am to be and if I feel disrespected that should be respected thats right above restriction of opinions how ever I whatever I |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's
Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera Where's my leadin' lady? Out here in Hollywood you see so many games Characters with so many names and faces Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible] Who can you believe? May be my folks Craine and Dean What you wearin', how many carats? What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you? Look at your chain, call that ice, homie? You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta Hollywood made up bitch niggers, straight up And them black born and stuck, fucked It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em I coulda loaned you one or two But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it? I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff Sayin' fuck Hollywood Who are you, what you'll say you'll do And why you let them get the best of you? Hollywood I know you call it V.I.P. But let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Somebody tossed you some game With some fame and you burned your back Motherfucker, how lame is that Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin' Got no time for time for that Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me High steppin' like she better than me I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this See, if you knows when too damn hard to see That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible] (Hey, are you a model, actress?) Save your drama for the movies That role you play, is it the life you live? Are you one hundred percent positive Or did you just forget when you got here? To this place of the misguided, them niggers tryin' to blend in Hollywood Who are you, what you'll say you'll do And why you let it get the best of you? Hollywood I get you call it V.I.P. But let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Yeah, but the Truth Hurts Hollywood, Hollywood |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Oh Tonight I want to get started Do what I came to do I see you checkin' But see, I'm not really checkin' for you, no I want to sit back Join baby, have a drink or two (That's what I've come to do) So don't come spit 'cause that's not what I'm about Not tonight, I'm cool, yeah, yeah No, I'm not really lookin' (Mmm) Just came to have a good time (I'm not) Don't wanna get too serious (No, hey) That's not what's on my mind (Not what's on my mind) No, I'm not really lookin' (Hey) That's not what's on my plan (Not my plan) Don't wanna be with you tonight (Hey) Not lookin' for no man (No man, no man, no man) Another day in the nightlife In a club, tryin' to get away from my wife With my ladies, introduce them to a mad world And I saw you side step 'em, you's a bad girl Look at you sittin' on a stool at the bar, you's a young star With your own crib, own chips, and own car But you're starin' at my nephew R Like you're makin' me jealous, but you ain't knowin' me Fellas, what you gonna tell us You must be thinkin' that my mack ain't tired I'm pimpin', you're turnin' your back, baby, you ain't right You better ask this bartender That be holdin' a platinum American Express Corporate with stars in them With that Cris' in your clutch Fooled by the bull, by the bull too much How come we can't get into some bubble s*** Some of that old get naked, get in trouble s*** (Mmm,mmm) Oh, no, I'm not really lookin' ('Cause I'm not) Just came to have a good time (No, no) Don't wanna get too serious (No) That's not what's on my mind (That's not what's on my mind) Yes, I'm not really lookin' That's not what's on my plan (No) Don't wanna be with you tonight Not lookin' for no man Come this party and I'm not tryin' to stop Ho, beggars don't be wylin', make 'em shut down the spot, oh, no So baby, just cool out, that's not what this is about Come feel me on this flow, I'm not just sayin' no No, I'm not really lookin' (No) Just came to have a good time (Good time) Don't wanna get too serious (Hey, oh) That's not what's on my mind (On my mind, yeah) No, I'm not really lookin' That's not what's on my plan (Not my plan) Don't wanna be with you tonight Not lookin' for no man (No man) No, I'm not really lookin' (I'm not) Just came to have a good time Don't wanna get too serious ('Cause it's a party) That's not what's on my mind No, I'm not really lookin' (I) That's not what's on my plan (I) Don't wanna be with you tonight Not lookin' for no man (No man) No, no man No, no (Not lookin') F***, where's my drink? (Not lookin') |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Baby, baby, oh yeah
I got the story listen up, listen up, listen up I got this story about this player named Jimmy He used to get down for me Whenever he wanted I told him he could come, get plenty He got the remedy My bills was paid he kept me laced ? fell in love instantly Then I got the call one day, they told me Jimmy's on his way The penitentiary, and it's no mystery Now he can't come around, no more He's locked up for 10 or more I could have just flipped your door Well I'm gonna miss ya, that's for sure Shut it down homie, I got you Just tell me what you need Won't forget you when I'm out boo Just to show love for me What a feelin' start to use no lie Don't give a damn I sacrificed my life I got your back until the day you die Hell yeah I'm strong but baby I don't like this But you can't come around, no more And you're locked up for 10 or more I should have just flipped your door I'm gonna miss you that's for sure, for sure Why did you have to go, go, go, go 'Cause I, I'm gonna miss the time we spent baby Maybe we should've run away I'm gonna keep it tight while you're gone I'm waiting, you'll return one day I'm gonna miss the way you put it down at night After all is said and done Ain't no ? phone me Baby, you're the only one Baby, no, no, no, no, no Jimmy, Jimmy Jimmy, Jimmy Come on to me |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Umm...
Its not what I want <i>[Chorus:]</i> I need to have you next to me or somethings not right with me Its not just sex to me Its ecstasy If your not making love to me Its something like a drug for me If your not next to me I need ecstasy you should belong to me waited to be hurt on the effect you have on me try to blow my mind thank God you got it finally when I was really though you discovered that emotion deeper than every ocean that never revolves <i>[Repeat Chorus]</i> see I know your coming through tonight specially with this urgency and I never disappoint ya right got it good and tight oh now could you please do me a favor go head baby you touch that emotion that relives a devotion release my love <i>[Repeat Chorus 2x]</i> |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
I decided I would get my shit together Deal with the truth, I'm going loose I got somethin' to say (Well)Well Now I believe when its real, you got to face it It's called the truth I think I heard somebody say This way Let The truth be told Let The truth be told (told) Let The truth be told Let The truth be told (told) Let the truth be told! Yo, do yall remember the truth? The niggas can't handle the truth In fact, they scared of it See let me explain somethin to ya Truth is... These niggas seein that we at it again Straight up to work this magic again So can I get a witness? Suckas on some pimp shit Introducin Truth to the world They aint ready for this soulful singer like a real bitch supposed to Music you can coast to Put it all in them hate niggas roll through Not fake, not false like the average Nobody's fuckin takin advantage She's out to do damage To all yall r&b bitches (Yes I am) Aint' hard for her to see bitches Even the words you think is key bitches (Here I am) I told yall and if i havent sold yall Keep your ear to the street You bitches have no idea what I'm about to unleash And if you're wondering where's the proof You should wait no longer cuz here's the truth Who's hot They not That's why I drop this shit You cop Put mine on... Things just aint gone be the same Niggas who truth put up in the game What is yall ?????????? If you didn't, then now you know I dont dis |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Where my real niggaz hard like me speak your mind to the fullest degree the truth will set you free holla back
If you aint weak to be throwing it down in these streets the truth shall set you free This industry is based on the ultimate boo and real life aint far behind money cant make me lie to you big baby bud aint nothing for the ones on extra and as you know miss Cita aint got nothing but realness in me whats up with these mark ass bitches talking about their album is crazy go cop my joint then only 1 song is worth listening to and even that is shit so 3 years ago whats up with these ladies that work with celebrity and official capacity come to find out they got their knee pads in the trunk with ya'll stains on them oh child please give it to them like T.I.T. I got new white escalades like my girl have today a brother is a producer in New York City baby but hes more comfortable on the bus push up bras tight jeans weaves get the fuck outa here a phony bitch I shall never be truth is real as they come big baby its the fuckin' truth and it hurts You dont wanna fuckin' speak my name the truth thats me my niggaz call me the queen of the ghetto queen of the ghetto dont you need to know need to recognize somebody should've told you about the hustle I'm about the hustle you cant stop her flow |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Wake up & shower we gonna meat in an hour
I'm already shaking my anticipation loosing my patient yeah 3 days I've been waitin' Cant get no concentration what do you think I want Dont want adime of your money Dont want movies & roses What do you think I want I want to hear moaning I want touching and kissing You'll know when its real when I wake you say oh That feel good you know how you can tell when its real Sexual healing its much more then feeling my heart needs healing And I anit even trippin' I'm crazy about us He knows how to work it and he knows how to twork it What do you think I want I want a little conversation We both know our intention What do you think I want I wanna see couch pillows rolling I wanna see wrinkles in covers You know when its real it'll make you say oh that feels good You know how you can tell its real it'll make you say oh that feels good |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Now see I try to keep the peace But your lies is killin me Yo ass is in these streets On them bogus late night creeps You said you were with your boys Then tried to switch it Go head with the bullshit Cause I ain't none of these bitches The truth is coming to get cha Pain is about to split cha You done put your hands on me And Dre is about to get with cha I done messed around and spotted you Like you was famous Now you got the dumb look on your face like What cha name is? Nigga I know what cha game is You done lied to me so much its painless Boy you took mommies first seed for granted Now your cheating ass is about to be strained Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH And you always running away from the TRUTH You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH Undress the lie tell what you got TRUTH Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH Now see time and time again, You got away with murder The bitch calls here again ,See I'ma have to hurt her Fool that you roll with, He be hittin on me You so busy parting, Your to damn blind to see You don't think that I know that scheme Your mess with the intelligence of a wise ghetto queen Boy it ain't much you can get past me I will leave yo ass crying take it from me Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH And you always running away from the TRUTH You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH [R. Kelly] Mommy listen up you got me confused Told you I was out smoking with my dudes Then we pop Chrys right after we hit the Swiss Then later on that night you ain't gonna believe this shit There was a knock at the door Now check it I'm bout to hip ya The door opens what about ten or eleven strippa's The first thing I did was went into a room to pick up A phone to call you but no said the liquor But now I got the hiccups Hands up like a stick up Got to come all up in here and hear your ass bicker And after all that what make this shit the worse Even though I'm wrong I admit the truth hurts Hum. See some of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH And you always running away from the TRUTH See you lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH [repeat 2] |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
Hey, baby Come here for a minute I've got something to say It's coming from my heartm, baby From a real woman Listen up [Verse 1:] Say.... I'mmmm not afraid To admit that I'm weak and I can't get enough of you Baby, Damn What you doing baby Are you trying to make it harder for the next man Making me feel like a woman should and its all good But ohhh, Lord Why you ever introduce me to such a feeling Cuz I'm caught up And I got no shame put my pride aside forget the age Some woman they thinking that I'm all about me so glad you came along and made me believe Cuz' its notabout love or making it feel real deep Sugar I thank you for making it reall for me this feeling...... I can't contain it It's more than love |
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from Truth Hurts - Truthfully Speaking (2002)
<i>[Phone Call]</i>
Girl we gotta find some time to hook up and I'll tell you what I'm going through is it me or do people hide when they find trials of time are upon you lord knows I've been tested by the best of them built so I can handle the stress been challenged by the worst of it been through a lot of shit still anit changed cause its still the same ol same I better find some piece of mind cause I'm on my way insane crazy Baby be hollin' to a quarter till 3 mans always flippin' out stressing me somebody tell me who the hells supposed to be cause I'm tired family & friends turn enemies give me space I need some time to breath before somebody sees the other side of me cause I'm tired Sometimes the stress is so much it consumes me I just stay high drink away the insane real better yet brave its the only way that a women turns to ghetto bitch that I can be cause I've been tested by the best of them built so I can handle the stress been challenged by the worst of it been through a lot of shit still anit changed cause its still the same ol same I better find some piece of mind cause I'm on my way insane crazy Baby be hollin' to a quarter till 3 mans always flippin' out stressing me somebody tell me who the hells supposed to be cause I'm tired family & friends turn enemies give me space I need some time to breath before somebody sees the other side of me cause I'm tired Wondering if I could trust someone but me try to judge me man who thinks we gotta compete friends I know cons eve or the cop that anit got nothing else to do but fuck with me the prejudice lady thinking I'm a thief or the niggas that disrespecting me all the negative forces sent to get me Baby be hollin' to a quarter till 3 mans always flippin' out stressing me somebody tell me who the hells supposed to be cause I'm tired family & friends turn enemies give me space I need some time to breath before somebody sees the other side of me cause I'm tired |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga Eat for a livin nigga (watcher) That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher) Okay, let's do this (the watcher) [Verse One: Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangsters But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin they bangers Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners 'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e. You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH! You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggaz that got life really like what I sing Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME! J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa The past present nigga the future, proper The holy trinity of hip-hop is us We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops It's the Roc [Chorus: Truth Hurts] I know, you got your eyes on me I feel you watchin me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You bed-da off not lookin at all (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo') (People I used to know, just don't know me no mo') (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know) (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] I'm still on top of the game Still droppin flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had the Roc for the fame over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim the streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher [Chorus] [Verse Three: Rakim] I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scopin Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes] [Chorus] |
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from Truth Hurts, Judith Hill - Blindfold (Official Life Ball Song 2012) [single] (2012) | |||||
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from Trax 9 - Future beats [omnibus] (2018) |