Tracks Similar To Wicked Curveball
Free Spirit Chile
Artist(s): Elijah Honey
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Writer(s):
Carla Kay Barlow (ASCAP) 50% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Rock, Garage Rock, Glam Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Biker, British, Cars, Cocky, Confident, Driving, Drugs, Energetic, Free, Freedom, Glitter, Jukebox, Loose, New York, Party, Rebel, Rebellious, Roadhouse, Rollicking, Snotty
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hammond Organ
BPM:
194
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Free Spirit Chile
I'm going to tell it to you like it is
I am a rebel, I'm a free spirit
I don't believe in morals and codes
I don't believe in anything at all
Now I ain't looking for no trouble here
But it seems like trouble's always finding me
I won't back down, don't make that mistake
I'm never going to be nobody's slave
CHORUS:
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
'Cos I make my own rules as I'm going along
I ain't no saviour, I'm no chosen one
I don't need faith, it just leaves me cold
I've tried to tell you but you just won't be told
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
You'll never tie me down
I'll just break the chains
I've done it before and I'll do it again
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
I'm a free spirit chile (a free spirit chile)
Let's Ride
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Gypsy, Jail, Killer, Mean, Mid East, Middle Eastern Influence, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let's Ride
LET'S RIDE
CHORUS
LET"S RIDE
Gotta hit the street – we packin' heat – we movin'
LET'S RIDE
Got the AK cocked, it's ready to pop – let's do it
LET'S ROLL
We comin' for ya – gunnin' for ya
So LET'S RIDE – Let's RIDE
VERSE 1
Gotta creep down the street when I hold the heat
Pop pop them drop them off of they feet
Ghetto chicks love it when I drop the beat
Tell em dirts done better hide the gun
Out on the stoop like what what
Officer ima have to duck
Straight out of luck better pass the buck
Aint nobody doin no gangsta ish
Im an educated thug I aint dangerous
Soon as popo done leave the spot
Better bet in a minute im cocked and locked
Hop in the whip 300 dropped
But it aint in my name if I get cold caught
Caught a bid once so I cant get dropped
It's a gangsta thing hit low when I swing
Got about 5 chicks waitin for that ring
Spend funny money like it aint no thing
Hook that cook that thing up
Better get blinged up
If you wanna ride with me
Gotta take control
Like an animal im on parole I don't pay the toll
Rolex on froze cuz I love them hoes
Made em arch they back as they touch they toes
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got that dough betta bet we froze
Sippin on Veuve Cliquot you know
Cant mess with this in a 9 by 6
Shut them lips and it better be quick
2 holes in the chest start to switch
rap about it when I put it on the mix
make a hit stack bricks I am legit
I will click click then pow!
Chicks on the tip take one then flip
Out the back door when im done with it
Go to the show when they climb them poles
Better believe you wont get no dough
On the dance floor man out of control
On the blow when they pop the roll
Ak cocked so don't talk no mo
Smoke then roll nice and slow
Creepin up with he black tint windows
Better duck when you see me on the go
Yes yes get that get that fresh fresh
Hit that hit that hold the smoke
No beginner no choke
Roll up the dutch that's what I wrote
Ima pop the clutch I don't shoot no dope
Put a lazer scope on top of the do'
CHORUS
Verse 3
Blast ya gat ya off ya feet
I never rush im all low on the street
Keep it cool like luke cuz im ready to shoot
Lay down on the ground look what I found
Yeyo in the trunk man about a pound
I could flip that yo thats how I get down
Gotta get that dough then I pass it out
Gotta maintain without a doubt
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Chalk it up then I cook it up
Rock it up up then I hook it up
Gotta get dirty bills man that's wussup
Pour a sip on the ground for the soldiers told ya
Puff that puff that pass pass
Ruff that ruff that gas gas
Carburetor
Artist(s): Cat Among The Crows
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Writer(s):
Tracy Horenbein (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Hardcore Punk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk Rock
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Car, Crazy, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Energetic, Fast, Fight, Garage, Gritty, Hell, Highway, Intense, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Loud, Mechanic, Mosh Pit, Motorcycle, Party, Punk, Racing, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Skate Park, Snotty, Speed, Trashy, Unruly
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
138
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Carburetor
She's got a motor like a two-headed knife
And her pistons are bumpin' high
Well you know that she's ready to ride
She's got flames runnin' down her side
Come on baby, com on
Let me carburete you
She's got a motor like a two-headed knife
And she sticks it into overdrive
Well the needle's bumpin' the red line
She's got flames runnin' down her side
Come and take me for a ride
You know I gotta get inside
Come on baby come on
Let me carburete you
Lose Control
Artist(s): Radio Villains
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Writer(s):
Paul Otten (BMI) 50% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Classic Rock, Garage Rock, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Car, Crazy, Dive Bar, Driving, Edgy, Energetic, Exciting, Freewheeling, Frenetic, Gritty, Groovy, Highway, Intense, Let Go, Loose, Party, Pool Hall, Powerful, Promo, Raw, Retro, Roadhouse, Shelter, Swagger, Throwback, Unhinged, Upbeat, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Shakers, Tambourine
BPM:
116
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lose Control
Flip your switch and feast your eyes on this
Come on get your grip
Come take a ride with it's on
Let your inhibitions go and run with it
Abandon ship oh yeah abandon ship
Lose control
Lose control
Lose yourself
Let it roll
Lose control
Lose control
Abandon ship
And let it go
Take your head out of it go with the flow
There's no trick to it jump right in and go
Ain't no better time just shoot right from the hip
Flip your script come on now flip your script
Lose control
Lose control
Lose yourself
Let it roll
Lose control
Lose control
Abandon ship
And let it go
Welcome to your brand new life
Welcome and enjoy the ride
Aww aww aww aww aww aww come on
Aww aww aww aww aww aww come on
Aww aww aww come on and flip your script
Aww aww aww come on and flip your script
Hmn, lose control
Hmn, come on and lose control
Lose control
Lose control
Lose yourself
Let it roll
Lose control
Lose control
Abandon ship
And let it go
Let it go now
Lose control, let it go now
Lose control, let it go now
Lose yourself, let it go now
Let it roll, let it go now
Lose control, let it go now
Lose control, let it go now
Abandon ship, let it go now
Let it go now, let it go now
Oh he
No More Being Nice
Artist(s): Future Kings Of Denmark
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Writer(s):
Amanda West (IMRO) 50% / Steve Wesley Guiles (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Garage, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk, Punk Rock
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Distortion, Drinking, Driving, Energetic, Fed Up, Fight, Garage, Gritty, Loud, Mean, Mosh Pit, Party, Punk, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Skate Park, Skater, Snotty, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
177
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No More Being Nice
No clean sheets inside your head oooo
Paint those lips girl in blood red oooo
Don't get close cus I'm unchained oooo
Nothing like a bit of shame oooo
CHORUS:
I know what I want in my life
Ain't no more being nice
Wanna live it till I die
Don't care if I make you cry
It's not your life, it's my life, my life
Don't put trash under my seat oooo
Leave those legs they look good cheap oooo
Ain't gonna let you mess my head oooo
Stuff dont stop my feelin' dead oooo
CHORUS
Post Next Day Animal Blues
Artist(s): The Next New Nothings
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Patrick McCann (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Garage, Indie, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk, Punk Rock
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Distortion, Drinking, Driving, Energetic, Frat Party, Fun, Garage, Gritty, Loud, Mosh Pit, Party, Punk, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Skate Park, Skater, Snotty, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
111
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Post Next Day Animal Blues
Post Next Day Animal Blues
I wear no shoeshine, baby
Up on my knees
You want my dollar you still have to say please
My ego burns at, maybe, thousand degrees
And, if it ever gets that high it's gonna end terminally
I got those post next day animal blues
Got those post next day animal blues
And, if I ever get my life again
If I ever sleep again
If I ever find my friends
I just don't remember when
She keeps my engines, baby, hopped full of speed
Come on right over, maybe, and rage with me
I got your presents, neatly, kept out of reach
And, if I ever get to them it's gonna be the death of me
I got those post next day animal blues
Got those post next day animal blues
And, if I ever get my life again
If I ever sleep again
If I ever find my friends
I just don't remember when
And, I wake up
And, I wake up
I was born to Rage
I was born to Rage
Born to Rage
Born to Rage.
I Don't Know Who I Am
Artist(s): The Next New Nothings
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Patrick McCann (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Garage, Indie, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk, Punk Rock
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Confusion, Distortion, Drinking, Driving, Edgy, Energetic, Frat Party, Fun, Garage, Gritty, Intense, Loud, Mosh Pit, Motorcycle, Party, Punk, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Skatepark, Skater, Snotty, Uncertainty, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
76
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Know Who I Am
I'm a bank without a calculator
I'm a drifter always finding home
A goodbye without a see ya later
Aimlessly, always outstretched alone
I'm a city with a vacant sky
A watchman who can never find the time
A pretty lady that's never looking fine
Living lives that never quite were mine
CHORUS:
I don't know who I wanna be
I don't know who I am
The solace of quiet insanity
Comes from life, its simple diagram
I'm a band without a single player
I'm a singer never found a tone
A mirage without a simulator
The perfect number on a broken phone
I don't know who I wanna be
I don't know who I am
The solace of quiet insanity
Comes from life, its simple diagram.
What's Up With Taking it Slow
Artist(s): Brainiac
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Writer(s):
David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50% / Lance Morrison (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, 2000s, Alternative, Bumpers, Entertainment News Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Punk, Punk Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Dating, Driving, Energetic, Fun, NASCAR, Pop Punk, Promo, Quirky, Racing, Radio, Relationship, Speed, Sports, Teen, Waiting, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
105
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What's Up With Taking it Slow
What's Up with Taking It Slow?
I've known you for one whole week
I count one kiss on the cheek
At this rate we'll get it on about the time I'm dead and gone
You keep putting on the brake, but there's just so much a guy can take
I'm asking cause I want to know
What's up with taking it slow?
I've known you for a whole damn year
It's a miracle that I'm still here
I can't help what you do to me
There's this thing inside that you set free
I have promised you my all
So why do you refuse my calls
I am about to explode
What's up with taking it slow?
I am about to explode
What's up with taking it slow?
What's up with taking it slow?
What's up with taking it slow?
Walkin' The Wild
Artist(s): Echelon 7
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Juliana Bolden (ASCAP) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Echelon 7 Music Publishing (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walkin' The Wild
WALKING THE WILD
YEAH YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WE TRYING TO DO THIS (SEXY) STYLE
YEAH WALK'S WILD
U BEST HAVE YOUR OWN BACK IF YOU'RE GONNA STEP OUT HERE AND TRY TO LIVE LIKE WHAT?
Verse 1
WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPING
WHEN YOU WALKING THE WILD
'CAUSE IT'S BUCK OUT HERE
PUNKS GIVE A F***OUT HERE
HE WAS WAITING AT THE BUSTOP
GAZING AT THE DROPTOPS
FLOATING BY DREAMS OF HUSTLIN' AND FLOWIN'
NOW HE'S WILDIN' WITH THE WILDEST
CHILDISH TANTRUMS
SEARCHIN FOR AN ANTHEM TO LIVE BY - WHY?
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED HIS SOUL
'CAUSE HE GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON HOLD
'CAUSE HE HAD ALL THE MONEY
BUT LIVES BY THE SHOT
AND CAN'T STOP - 'CAUSE NOBODY STAYS TOO HIGH
YOU GOT KEEP SHOOTING TO BREAK THE COME DOWN
NOW THE CLOUDS SO THICK CAN'T SEE THE GROUND
NOW WHO'S BANGING AT THE DOOR
DROPPED COCKED THE NINE
SWEATING COLD BULLETS OF SWEAT BET
CAUSE PEOPLE GET TO TRIPPING WHEN THEY'RE
THINKING EVERYBODY'S A THREAT
THE WALK'S WILD
chorus
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY PIMPING HOES FOR MILES
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING WHEN YOU'RE WALKING THE WILD
SKY HIGH FAT RIDES HUSTLER STYLE
TRYING TO STAY ALIVE WHILE THE BODIES PILE
THE WALK'S WILD
verse 2
PUNKS BE FRONTING LIKE THEY'RE STARTERS
WHEN THEIR RIDING THE BENCH
ME I'M STEADY SINKING THREES
PAID MY DUES IN THE TRENCH
HANDLING MY OWN 'CAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT
I SHOOT MY LYRIC LIKE A BULLET
SO I'M LYRICALLY STRAPPED
SEE THE WALLS LIKE JERICHO CRASHING DOWN
WON'T CATH ME STALLING WON'T STICK AROUND
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
DON'T BE SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW SICK THE BLOOD SPRAYS
PANICKING - LOOKED LIKE THE PO'S
DROPPED YOUR GIRL LIKE A MANNEQUIN
NOW WHO HEARD THE CLAPPING
HEAR THE SIRENS ROAR
COLLAPSE IN TEARS RED POOLS ON THE FLOOR
HANDCUFF YOU AND YOU'RE OUT THE DOOR
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse 3
SHE'S THE DEVIL IN DRAG
PLAY THE BOYS LIKE CHESSMASTERS
THEY GET THERE FASTER BRINGS THE HEAT THEY'RE AFTER
PUT IT ANYWHERE YOU WANT IT
DROP THE BOOTY LIKE PRO
WORK A BODY LIKE JOB SHAKE 'EM DOWN LIKE MOB
SHOOK DOWN FOR HIS CASH CAUSE HE CLUELESS
THOUGHT HE HAD THAT ASS LOCKED
SHE'S ON SOME NEW SH**
SHOCKED TO FIND HER LEGS WRAPPED
AROUND HIS BOY'S BACK
THE WALK'S WILD
CHORUS
verse/rep
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE FRIENDS FADE
ARE YOU SURPRISED HOW QUICK THE GLITZ FADES
SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT YOUR CREW
OR WHAT THEY G'ON DO
WHEN THE ROUGH GOES DOWN
AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT YOU
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE MONEY
STILL CAN'T FEED YOUR SOUL
YEAH YOU GOT ALL THE HONEYS
GOT THESE STUNTS ON ROLL
MONEY LOVE SEX DRUGS BLOOD RUN COLD
THE WALK'S WILD
YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP
WATCH YOUR STEP OUT HERE
CHORUS
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY
LIKE THIS - UNH
It's Gettin' Nasty
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Horns, Piano, Slide Guitar, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
Chorus
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
We Gettin' Nasty
We Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty
It's Gettin' Nasty in Here
1st Verse
A brotha finally made to the weekend
I need a few freaks
It's been two weeks
Poured me a glass of Hen
And now we rollin', chokin' on dat Bluegrass
Puff and Pass boy!!!
Don't play with me
Dey been workin' me
Time to let my hair down
Now I'm pagin Chief
I know it's goin' down
"Where da broadies be?"
" I heard it's goin' down at Suga T's majorly!"
Please, be the right one baby!
All a playa need is one right laday
And a sack of dat Supa Kill
Lick a couple suckas, and peel, hit the motel
"Fool, get out the way!"
Now my boss is pagin' 911
"Not today"
Tonight I'm flying free
I'm on a Nasty Mission, Nasty Girls, Nasty No Inhibitions
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Ooh I'm likin' this
Caught that herbal mist outside the backdoor
It's lookin' dangerous
Gave the codeword
She looked at my man and let us in
Homey's to the left dice jigglin'
Hold up dog, let me break these brothas
I'm causin' problems wit dey baby's mothers
I don't know what could be goin' on inside dey heads
Instead of buyin' diapers, "Dummies, give me dat bread!!"
Looked to the right, spotted baby in red
She licked her lips, rubbed her hips, and led
Me down a flight of stairs to a private room
She whispered in my ear "My name is Doo Yu Soon"
Are you serious
Her rump was so trunk, I was curious
I don't know where we was 'bout to go
But if she wanna get nasty, man I'm ready fo'sho'
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
So I'm on the couch and she's straddlin' me
A pretty pink thong on, I grabbed dem cheeks
Then she started doin' dat dirty dancin'
Flirtin' and jerkin',unzipped my pants man!
Ol' Girl, you doin' it
Anything I got, baby you could get
She put it in her hand and started massagin'
My stick was wider than a three-car-garage, then
She grabbed my hand
Gently put my fingers in her promised land
It was gushing, soon I was pushing
I had to pound her tooshing
And I soaked her bushing
Repeat Chorus
Daily Grind For Your Dinner
Artist(s): Fastmud
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Writer(s):
David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Laug (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Alternative, British, Classic Rock, Hard Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Punk, Punk Rock
Keywords:
Brash, Cash, Classic, Combat, Cynical, Daily Grind, Energetic, Fiery, Gritty, Gutsy, Hard Times, Job, Labor, London, Make Ends Meet, Minimum wage, Money, Paycheck, Punching In, Rambunctious, Raspy, Raucous, Rebellious, Rowdy, Salary, Street, The Tube, Underdog, Underground, Volatile, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
146
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Daily Grind For Your Dinner
Daily Grind For Your Dinner
Yeah yeah yeah
Just another day
Daily grind for your dinner
Just a slave, dust and grime under my fingers
Never have it made
Looking for a way to get richer
So I'm working late
Now it feels like every day's a blur to me
Searching for prosperity now
It's never a new day
Waking up
Got the sun beat by an hour
Punching in and punching out for a dollar
Can't get ahead
Bank account's growing thinner
Just another day
Now it feels like every day's a blur to me
Searching for prosperity now
It's never a new day
Now, It's never a new day
Just another day
Daily grind for your dinner
Punching in and punching out for a dollar
Can't get ahead
Bank account's growing thinner
Just another day
Daily grind for your dinner
Cocked And Loaded
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
116
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cocked And Loaded
Cocked & Loaded
Chorus
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Come on come on - I'm cocked and loaded
Don't keep me waitin' - - I'm 'bout to explode
I'm cocked and loaded - -cocked and loaded
Repeat 1X
Verse 1
I see you want me lady
Girl I'll rock you crazy
Girl you know I love you so bootyliscious
Mesmerize wit a walk so viscous, delicious
Top of my wish list
You see dese bills so crispy
Ain't seen you in a while- You Miss Me?
U know what I wanna do
And I know you wanna do it too baby!
You saw me roll up in the black best
'member when I put those hickies on your chest
I remember how we used to do
'member when came home from schoo'- when you came through!
Then I blew your back out
And then you blew my brains out
Girl you looking so good tonight
Let's take the same route
Me and you face down on the couch
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Ooooh! It's still like dat?
Still like it when I grip dat fat?
I gotta big bone to bury
That Brazilian on them lips is down right scary
Still taste like honey
It's all hot, drop, pop, stop running!
I know it feels real good!
Bite ya lip when you grip
Take this wood
You so grown and creamy
Had to grab ya hair
Moaning, Screaming
10 minutes in, both beaming
It's steaming
An hour later, I'm leaning
An hour later, know what I'm thinking?
I'm COCKED AGAIN AND TWEAKING!
Let me move it side-to-side, in-and-out, find ya G-spot
Tap it till it's LEAKING!
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
I'm comin' in the back do'
Gonna give it to you like you really want it baby
There's sweat drippin on the flo'
It's so Hot in here
It's so Hot
I'm comin' in the back do'
It's so Hot in Here
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
I'm so cocked!
I Don't Want To Be Ordinary
Artist(s): Brian Coyne
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Writer(s):
Brian Richard Coyne (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Early Punk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk Rock, Retro Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Kids, Black Sheep, CBGB, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Energetic, Gritty, Grungy, Juvenile Delinquents, London Rock, Misfit, Raucous, Raw, Rebellious, Rebels, Rough Crowd, Rowdy, Throwback, Trouble Makers, Vintage Sound
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, EBow Guitar, Electric Guitar
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
143
Key:
A
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Want To Be Ordinary
I DON'T WANT TO BE ORDINARY
CHORUS 1
I don't want to be ordinary
I'm not gonna be ordinary
I don't want to be ordinary at all
You're not gonna make me.
VERSE 1
I wanna get a tattoo on my face
I want to offend the human race
I am gonna stand out in the crowd
VERSE 2
My mommy wants me to cut my hair
My daddy says I look like I just don't care
All I wanna do is break all of their rules
PRE-CHORUS
Girls wear pink and boys wear blue
They do what they're told to do but
CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
I don't need a house with a picket fence
I don't want to hear about common sense.
I want the world to just get off my back.
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS 2
I don't want to be ordinary
I'm not gonna be ordinary
BRIDGE
(Instrumental)
VERSE 4
I don't need my GED
I don't recognize your authority
Every single one of you is a phony, mainstream, virtue-signaling capitalist pig !!!
VERSE 5
All of my friends work 9-5
They barely look like they're half alive.
What will they say when they go to their graves?
PRE-CHORUS
Girls wear pink and boys wear blue
They do what they're told to do but
CHORUS 2 (2X)
CHORUS 1
Hell Raiser
Artist(s): Brian Coyne
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Writer(s):
Brian Richard Coyne (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Early Punk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk, Punk Rock, Retro Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Kids, Black Sheep, CBGB, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Energetic, Gritty, Grungy, Juvenile Delinquents, London Rock, Misfit, Raucous, Raw, Rebellious, Rebels, Retro, Rough Crowd, Rowdy, Throwback, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitars
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
170
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hell Raiser
HELL RAISER
REFRAIN
Hell raiser! Hell raiser! Hell raiser! Hell raiser!
VERSE 1
Moomy had a baby. He's a hell raiser.
Daddy won't accept his little hell raiser.
Mommy will protect her little hell raiser boy
VERSE 2
Preacher preacher stuff to little hell raiser.
Teacher's had enough with little hell raiser.
Police want cuff the little hell raiser boy.
REFRAIN
VERSE 3
People stay away from little hell raiser
No body will play with little hell raiser
It's a waste to pray for little hell raiser boy
VERSE 4
No one gets to sleep because of hell raiser
He's the blackest sheep his name is hell raiser
No one's gonna weep for little hell raiser boy.
BRIDGE
(He's raising hell!)
He was just a baby.
A tiny little baby.
The cutest little baby-and not too long ago.
VERSE 5
How did he because such a hell raiser?
Satan had a son and named him "Hell Raiser"
Life is never fun because of hell raiser boy.
REFRAIN 2
Hell raiser! Hell raiser! Hell raiser! Hell raiser! Hell raiser
The River
Artist(s): Wolfspider
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Writer(s):
Aaron Johnson (SESAC) 35% / Armand Tambouris (ASCAP) 30% / Robin Adair Ryder (BMI) 20% / Terry Gorka (BMI) 15%
Publisher(s):
Dark Toast Music (SESAC) 35% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 30% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 35%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative Rock, Hard Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angst, Bold, Courage, Dangerous, Determined, Edge, Energy, Funky, Gritty, Hollywood, Intense, Man Vs. Nature, Nature, Outdoors, Persistence, Psychedelic, Raw, Sports, Survival, Thrill
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
190
Key:
E♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The River
Brace yourself for the winter storm
Falling ashes, fire flashes
Show me what faith is for
Patience find me, the blind are guiding
Take me to the river
Take me to the sea
Waking up can be a chore
Walking inside me, the soul dividing
The past is laying on the floor
One for shaking, one for breaking
Take me to the river
Take me to the sea
Well I,
I thought I loved the ocean
Until it buried me
Cold hands unlock the door
Heavy hearted, born departed
Can this be what Love is for
Safe in silence, stay behind us
Take me to the river
Take me to the sea
Well I,
I fought off every ocean
They'll never bury me
Out Of My Head
Artist(s): Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Paul Otten (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Garage Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bombastic, Cathartic, Chase, Crazy, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Energetic, Escape, Fight, Gritty, Independent, Inner Conflict, Madness, Percussive, Power, Pursuit, Raw, Relentless, Running, Searching, Surprise, Swagger, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Out Of My Head
No sleep, no solace
Sanity is in short supply
These walls, getting toxic
This ticking bomb, running out of time
No words, no kindness
Can lead me to the light of day
My thoughts are my jailers
And they won't let me get away
CHORUS:
I can't get out of my head today
I can't get out of my head today
I can't get out of my head today
And It's madness, it's madness
I wish it was, so easy
As they try, try to tell me now
But this darkness keeps creeping
And it's hard not to spiral down
CHORUS
But I don't wanna live like this
No one should ever live like this
No I don't wanna live like this
It's not my choice to be like this
I don't wish it on my enemies
This voice, this sickness
Has consumed every part of me
CHORUS
All out
We'll never regret it
So shout it out loud
Never come down
It's in the air
There's something in the air
There ain't no doubt
Can you feel it all around here
CHORUS
Tell me can you feel it
It's all around can you feel it
CHORUS
Still haven't found destination
Going round and round with a battle in my head
Going round and round with a battle in my head
CHORUS
Hollow Earth
Artist(s): The Infected
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Writer(s):
Aaron Johnson (SESAC) 30% / Armand Tambouris (ASCAP) 30% / Dustin Kithcart (ASCAP) 10% / Terry Gorka (BMI) 30%
Publisher(s):
Dark Toast Music (SESAC) 30% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 40% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 30%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Acid, Aggressive, Angry, Bar, Biker, Bleak, British, Brooding, Car, Classic, Concert, Crime, Dark, Death, Dirty, Dive Bar, Drinking, Driving, Drop D, Drugs, England, Evil, Gang, Gritty, Guitar Solo, Haunting, Heavy, Highway, Menacing, Motorcycle, Negative, Nihilist, Pool Hall, Power, Raw, Retro, Riff, Roadhouse, Sinister, Sleazy, Tempo Change
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
63
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hollow Earth
Head below the surface
Follow to the core
There you'll find the secrets
To mysterious hollow earth
If heaven is below us
Then hell must be the sun
I find it most peculiar
That you think you know who won
We're on an expedition
A race to save your mind
Halfway to the center
Patience running short
I see you filled with anger
Now I know the one you serve
We're on a holy mission
And I'm afraid we're losing time
Boiling point is what you scream
Cause now you feel regret
Salvation is what you seek
But it hasn't happened yet
You thought you would clean your slate
On your first try
Now you're falling to your knees
As you pray to die
Been a long day
Been a long day
Been a long day
Been a long day
You live in sorrow
Your soul is hollow
You can't be bothered
To meet the father
Sucker Punch
Artist(s): Cat Among The Crows
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Writer(s):
Tracy Horenbein (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Hardcore Punk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk Rock
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Bar Fight, Boxing, Brawl, Car, Crazy, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Energetic, Explicit Lyrics, Fast, Fight, Garage, Gritty, Hell, Highway, Intense, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Loud, Mosh Pit, Motorcycle, Party, Punk, Raucous, Raw, Rowdy, Skate Park, Snotty, Speed, Trashy, Unruly
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
166
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sucker Punch
Runnin' your mouth, you just don't stop
Talkin' s*** you haven't got
Don't hesitate to use my fist
I wanna stay cool, but I'm just too pissed
Run your mouth
Sucker punch is gonna knock you out
Run your mouth
Sucker punch is gonna knock you out
Spit It Out
Artist(s): Radio Villains
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Writer(s):
Paul Otten (BMI) 50% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Classic Rock, Garage Rock, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Bravado, Car, Cocky, Crazy, Dive Bar, Driving, Edgy, Energetic, Exciting, Freewheeling, Frenetic, Gritty, Groovy, Highway, Intense, Loose, Loud, Party, Pool Hall, Powerful, Promo, Raw, Retro, Roadhouse, Swagger, Throwback, Upbeat, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Tambourine
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Spit It Out
Oh, what's that on the tip of your tongue
Something's clearly got your goat
Don't you tip-toe around
Open up your mouth
You got something to say
Well, spit it out now
Don't you waste my precious time
I've had it up to here
Stop jerking me around
Get down to brass tacks
You got something to say
Well, spit it out now
Say it loud, say it proud
Oooh, spit it out now
Say it loud, say it proud
Oooh, spit it out now
Hey, your time is running short
Ain't gonna get no second chance
You just gotta man up
Shoot straight from the hip
You got something to say
Well, spit it out now
Say it loud, say it proud
Oooh, spit it out now
Say it loud, say it proud
Oooh, spit it out now
Oh, what's that on the tip of your tongue
Something's clearly got your goat
Don't you tip-toe around
Open up your mouth
You got something to say
Well, spit it out now
Don't you waste my precious time
I've had it up to here
Stop jerking me around
Get down to brass tacks
You got something to say
Well, spit it out now
Say it loud, say it proud
Oooh, spit it out now
Say it loud, say it proud
Oooh, spit it out now
Say it loud, say it proud
Oooh, spit it out now
Oooh, spit it out now
Oooh, spit it out now
Do As Yer Told
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Garage Rock, Indie Rock, Male Vocal, Punk Rock, Punkabilly, Rockabilly, Surf Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Cool, Crime, Dark, Dirty, Downtrodden, Drifter, Driving, Drugs, Garage, Gritty, Halloween, Hazy, Hillbilly, Homeless, Horror, Leather, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Minimal, Mysterious, Psychedelic, Quirky, Raw, Retro, Reverb, Roadhouse, Roots, Storyteller, Street, Surf, Swampy, Tattoo, Tremolo, Truck Stop, Weird, low
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
145
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Do As Yer Told
I bought a 69 dodge dart it cleaned me out dry
raining so hard the wipers hypnotize
left a wake of leaves, a girl on the sly
a chained up mutt, and the sheriff sleepy-eyed
I'm gonna hide under leaves and live in sidewalk cracks
my double take ghosts are straining their necks
tie your shoelaces tight, spit on your soles
wooden nickel, pinch of salt, do as yer told
Do as yer told, do as yer told
Mama had a baby as his head popped off
Mama had a baby and his head popped
I'm Anti-Human
Artist(s): The Infected
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Writer(s):
Aaron Johnson (SESAC) 25% / Armand Tambouris (ASCAP) 35% / Dustin Kithcart (ASCAP) 20% / Terry Gorka (BMI) 20%
Publisher(s):
Dark Toast Music (SESAC) 25% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 55% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 20%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Acid, Aggressive, Angry, Bar, Biker, Bleak, British, Brooding, Car, Classic, Concert, Crime, Dark, Death, Dirty, Dive Bar, Drinking, Driving, Drop D, Drugs, England, Evil, Gang, Gritty, Guitar Solo, Haunting, Heavy, Highway, Menacing, Motorcycle, Negative, Nihilist, Pool Hall, Raw, Retro, Riff, Roadhouse, Sinister, Sleazy, Spiraling
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
178
Key:
C♯/D♭
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I'm Anti-Human
Just another policy to take away your fun
Just another politician playing with his gun
You don't understand at all
They just wait for you to fall
Just another false religion reaching for the sky
Just another preacher selling you a place to die
No trial
No process
The extinction has begun
CHORUS:
Don't follow
Me nowhere
I'll crucify
Another lie
cause I'm anti-human
Just another television with their talking heads
Better make the right decision before you are dead
They don't understand at all
They will never see me fall
Cause I'm anti-human
Silver & Gold
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, City, Cool, Crime, Criminal, Danger, Dirty, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Energetic, Fear, Gritty, Heartland, Legend, Mid West, Mysterious, Myth, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Sexy, Shadows, Sleazy, Southern, Streets, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Villain, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
120
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Silver & Gold
Tempted Sur with silver, tempted Sur with gold
And all the earthly pleasures, man could ever hold
He came up from Virginia, with his walking cane
Stayed out on the sideroads, so know one'd know his name
Some people said he was skinny, he'd just say he was lean
When them whiskey drinking mommas catch sight
He's the best they've ever seen
Yeah we're talking midnight, Daddy's not around
Church bells are ringing, without a sound
So get on back to Virginia, leave them girls alone
Stay out on the side roads, Delta coming home
Some people said he was skinny, he'd just say he was lean
When them whiskey drinking mommas catch sight
He's the best they've ever seen
City At Night
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Changes, City, Crime, Danger, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Energetic, Fear, Gritty, Guns, Heartland, Hometown, Mid West, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Sleazy, Southern, Streets, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Violence, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
City At Night
City at night
Afraid to walk in your hometown
Stay in tight
Take a good look around
'Cuz it aint right
Afraid to go out all alone
Your city at night
When you're sitting
in your kitchen
See the headlines
Another gun goes off and you're swimming in it
City at night
Take it up and take it down
Stay in tight
Take a good look around
'Cuz when you're gone,
they'll say prayers and then move on
Your city at night
When you're sitting
in your kitchen
See the headlines.
Another gun goes off and you're swimming in it
Take Me Home
Artist(s): Anthony Coker and the Majestics
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Writer(s):
Brian Anthony Coker (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Classic Rock, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar, Biker, Bluesy, Bouncy, Chasing, Concert, Crowd, Distortion, Dive Bar, Driving, Hair Band, Highway, Jukebox, Love, Muscle, Nostalgic, Pleading, Raucous, Relationship, Retro, Tough, Women
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
132
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take Me Home
Oh girl, you've been killing me from the start
Diamond eyes shooting through my heart
You've been taking all my time
and I've been waiting all my life
CHORUS:
So mama, Wont you please take me home?
Mama, wont you please take me home
Oh oh why wont you even look my way?
Oh oh please dont make me wait another day
Who really knows what's meant to be?
So, might as well take a chance with me
CHORUS
Don't you know you're driving me crazy
With your "I'm not sure's, no's, and maybe's"
Give me an answer I haven't gotten lately
C'mon
You've been taking all my time
And I've been waiting all my life
CHORUS
Shake Things Up
Artist(s): Jimmy From Detroit
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Writer(s):
James William Henterly (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Garage Rock, Group Vocal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Beer, Crush, Distortion, Energetic, Fight, Hectic, Intense, Loud, Love, Party, Romance, Rousing, Rowdy, Sex, Snotty, Tough, Unhinged, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
140
Key:
D
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Shake Things Up
I don't wanna be your Daddy thing
I don't wanna be your Mommy either
Shake, baby Shake things up
Shake, baby Shake things up
Shake, baby Shake things up
Shake, baby Shake things up
I don't wanna be a littler brother
I kinda havea thing for your mother
Oooo
Oooo
The things we could do
I don't wanna be your friend
I don't wanna hear the end
Yea, ya gotta go with me
Yea, I wanna finally see
Yo we gotta fantasize
No, you got a man inside me
I wanna be your valentine
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