Artist: Twista f/ Jazze Pha 
Album:  Kamikazee 
Song:   Still Feels So Good 
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[Intro: Girl] 
This goes out to all sides worldwide 
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be yo guide, as we go on a ride 
Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood 
And it feels so good.. 
 
[Twista] 
One mornin' I.. 
Woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick 
Feelin fucked up, flicked out, freaked on 
Thinkin' about my new truck with tha' deep dish 
Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in the deep dome 
After a massage and a m?nage, we got in the shower 
Let water trickle down the crack of the back of they booty 
Got out the tub and went back to the master bedroom 
One put on prada, one put on Ludi, I put on gucci 
Duty calls, I'm bout to hit the scene and ball 
But before I leave I spray on some Itsimiaki 
Take my truck up to the wash, put the sparkle back on 
Wax on, wax off like Mr. Miyagi 
Go to the liquor store so I can get blunts, get 
Pare Ko lyrics

E. BUENDIA
Pare ko meron akong prublema
Wag mong sabihing na naman
In lab ako sa isang kolehiyala
Hindo ko maintindihan
Wag na nating idaan sa moboteng usapan
Lalo lang madaragdagan ang sakit ng ulo at bilbil sa tiyan
Anong sarap
Kami'y naging magkaibigan
Napuno ako ng pag-asa
Yun pala haggang dun lang ang kaya
Akala ko ay pwede pa
(refrain)
Masakit mang isipin kailangang tanggapin
Kung kelan ka naging siryoso tsaka ka niya gagaguhin
(chorus)
O, diyos ko ano ba naman ito
Di ba
Tangin
Yak 
So I can sip some while I split one 
Chronicle enter ever pholical of my body 
Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none 
Hit one.. 
Hop in tha' ride, come and kick it wit me 
So I can take you through tha' so-and-so hundred block 
And show you how my people be kickin' it in the windy city 
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch 
While we sit on leather grippin' wood 
Where tha' hustla's got packs and the G's got stacks 
And tha' pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood 
And it feels so good.. 
 
[Chorus: Jazze Pha] 
And it feels so good 
Turnin' corners with my pinky man 
Through my hood 
Chokin' on a B and switchin' lanes is understood (understood...) 
I'm a baller livin' pimpish 
Man, leather and wood 
Said it feels so good (feels so good...) 
 
[Twista] 
Now I done seen plenty niggaz flip twenty's, flip twenty one's 
Flip twenty two's, flip Jordans, flip two-fours 
Mega ballin', new clothes 
Momma got a new store, tv screens, hundred-forty spokes 
And we fittina' roll, righ
I Keep A Diary lyrics


ten ten ninety seven
rock springs wyoming hotel
as far as i can tell
i just don't miss you anymore
yawn and the tears tear
streams down the sink
you know what i think?
i can never yawn again

come on so long move on

one two and three
i can see exactly
just where you ruined me
nineteen i said i hated you
but kissed you on twenty-two
and music together
i meant it for a moment
twenty-two and through and through

come on so long move
 off madison to the manor in a drop-top Lexus 
Sippin' henny rollin' reckless 
Feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to Texas 
And spit it like, this is for the syrup sipper's.. 
Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make the words figure 
And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand 
When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man.. 
Get the love, when I hit the club gotta freak in 
It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' "Tattoo" 
Track move like some southern, black blues, or like the Cooper, got cruise 
And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be the hottest rap.. 
Dude...Ride to this while you peel, yo, hood 
You could go around the block or travel the whole world 
When you come back it's still yo hood 
And it feels so good.. 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Twista] 
I spit some game wit the intellect 
To the media, like I'm in the Encyclopedia Brittanica 
Come and take over the world wit' me girl 
If you good I might can see if I can be yo manager 
Get yo care
A Picture Of Me Without You lyrics

Written by Norris Wilson and George Richey
Imagine a world where no music was playing
And think of a church with nobody praying
Have you ever looked up at a sky with no blue
Then you've seen a picture of me without you
Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you
- Chorus -
Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday mor
er on track and yo life on point 
And I'll show you how yo taxes go.. 
Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go, smokin on some fire, galactic dro 
I know it's good when you smoke that fire 
Puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick 
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley car 
Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bentley crib 
Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing, bust that nut 
Drop that top, turn the base up, put you a chameleon paint on the truck 
Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves 
as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-Town 
In my city come and feel it ghetto blues 
if you snooze you lose don't pay dues for the tre-pound 
Take the time to kick wit' yo home girls... And feel yo nugz.. 
Keep on hatin' on the L, big family we gon' steady come up 
And I'ma still smoke good, and it feels so good.. 
 
[Chorus] - repeat 2X 
 
[Outro] 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some.. 
Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some..