"Golddigga" Kanye West "You go out to eat/he can't pay/ya'll can't leave/ There's dishes in the back; ya gotta roll up your sleeves/ But while you washin', watch 'im/ He goin' make a tourin' Benz outta that Datsun/ Look at that ambition, baby, look in his eyes/ This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries." I love that whole song, but the last lines remind me of my husband, who was the most broke guy I'd ever seen when we met. But he kept working, and we've traded up nicely in life. That tourin' Benz/Datsun line reminds us a great deal of the "hoopty" he was driving when we met. And we don't have a Benz, but we do drive a Lexus.
Jay-Z -American Gangster-I Know How could you leave me? I thought that you needed me! When the world got too much and you pleaded with me-- Who helped you immediately? How speedy of me! How could you deny me so vehemently? Now your body is shakin' trying to free it of me And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me Damn, i'm missing the days when you needed the D Jay-Z Say Hello We ain't thugs for the sake of just being thugs Nobody do dat where we grew at, nigga, DUH! The poverty line, we not above So out come the mask and glove cause we ain't feelin' the love We ain't doing crime for the sake of doing crime We movin' dimes cause we ain't doin' fine One out of three of us is locked up doing time You know what that type of **** can do to a nigga mind? My mind on my money, money on my mind If you owe me ten dollars, you ain't giving me nine Ya'll ain't give me 40 acres and a mule So i got my Glock 40, now i'm cool And if Al Sharpton is speaking for me Somebody get him the word and tell him i don't approve Tell him i'll remove the curses If you tell me our schools gon' be perfect When Jena 6 don't exist Tell him THAT's when i'll stop saying bit ch---BIIITCH
give me a couple of non-alcoholic beers and i get sappy and in a chick mood. every day, by rascal flatts..... You could have bowed out gracefully But you didn't You knew enough to know to leave well enough alone But you wouldn't I drive myself crazy trying to stay out of my own way The messes that i made But my secrets are so safe The only one who gets me Yeah, you get me It's amazing to me How every day every day every day You save my life I come around all broken down and crowded out And you are a comfort Sometimes the place I go is so deep and dark and desperate I don't know I don't know How every day every day every day You save my life Sometimes I swear I don't know if I am coming or going But you always say something without even knowing That I am hanging onto your words with all my might And it's alright Yeah I am alright For one more night Every day
I guess I am from the old school. Cole Porter: So In Love Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart: With a Song in My Heart Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein: All the Things You Are Jerome Kern and Ira Gershwin: Long Ago and Far Away
"New Orleans" by the Benjy Davis Project It's trailer parks and swamps, canoes and cypress stumps About an hour east of Baton Rouge We all anticipate the taste of "Hand Grenades" And the sounds of Bourbon Street late afternoons No one knows what's gonna make this different Than the last time we decided we should go. Only one thing seems to be consistent That would be the fact that we don't know I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID Never met the owner but he looks like me More dumb bouncers than a basketball team Oh, I love drinking and I love New Orleans It smells like 50 years of cigarettes and beer But no one seems to let that get 'em down So let it all hang out Cause that's what it's all about You're invited to a party all year round No one knows what makes this city different Than any other town you'll ever find Where every problem seems a little distant So pack a bag but leave your sh*t behind I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID Never met the owner but he looks like me More drunk women than a boy's wet dream Oh, I love women and I love New Orleans
