Another "Whats in your CD player" thread

Livin' On A Prayer, by Bon Jovi

God Lives Underwater - No More Love

I can see
See the signs
I've been waiting here for you
But nothings getting through

I am gone
Up in the clouds
Praying I can turn,
Turn myself around

A year ago
I gave it a year
I hoped it wouldn't happen
Now its here
It took so long
I can't carry on

I know the reason that you left me
You had nothing more to give me
No more love

I can see
See your eyes
I can feel your heady stare
I run my fingers through my hair

I am high
As one can be
And I hope I don't come down,
I hate when I come down...

A month ago
I know you lied
Took my life into your hands
You just don't understand
How it feels
To be free

I know the reason that you left me
You had nothing more to give me

Hand of Doom by Black Sabbath

Eagles Of Death Metal- Death By Sexy

SNG: Bad Boy
ARTST: Cascada


Be my bad boy, be my man, be my weekend love,
just don't be my friend.


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A Neverending Dream, by Cascada

ojitos chiquitos - don omar

SNG: Kiri-kirir-mai
ARTST: Orange Range



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A Favor House Atlantic by
Coheed & Cambria

SNG: Pretend We're Dead
ARTST: L7



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The Hardest Part by
Coldplay

I don't even know why I have this song on my list. :bnghd:

SNG: Boten Anna (Anna the Bot)
ARTST: BasssHunter



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No Leaf Clover by
Metallica

SNG: Ballad of Fallen Angels
ARTST: Yoko Kanno



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Stonehenge by
Black Sabbath

(Goood Song )

static-x - ....in a bag

DJ Krush - Real (feat. Tragedy)

His body was cold yet his face remained calmly
He spoke differently, as if he was Godly
Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches
Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches
Situation, made me sober as #
As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck
Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck
Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed
Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest
His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished
The ambulance took about a hour ten minutes
They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished
I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it
Yeah, word up, goin back

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his
Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is
The blood drenched in his Armani linen
I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin
From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years
When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers
And now the tears, I can't stop from comin
I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin
It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game
I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain
Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him
Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him
The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him
But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him
Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug
It's real love, this is what a real nigga does

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot
Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped
She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock
I was standin there stuck off the words I said
Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead
Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers
Went to same schools and #ed the same bitches
Pumped on the same block with the same snitches
Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches
And I remember, when we was both five percenters
Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters
And now the end is, justifyin all the means
That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens
and it's real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about cash, and diamond rings
Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things

Tupac - Better Dayz

Lookin for these better days
Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days

Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days

Thinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessed
that in my future years, I'd be stressin
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong
So I'm solo and so broke
Savin up for some Jordan's, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I can't take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin passionate love 'til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressin
Lookin for them better days

For better days, better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin like grown men when rollin
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin you well, I know it's hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me I'm doin cool
I settled down, had a family, workin in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days

Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. I'm thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin homeboy, keep your head up

Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. uhh, lookin for the better days
Better days, better days, lookin for the better days
Heyyy! Hahaha..




-tts

Hangin' On The Telephone by
Def Leppard

tracy bonham - mother mother