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No Exit (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

There’s no sin in this: getting dressed to kill, laughing down the sun like a jackal will.
With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart he’s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart and drink it up til the morning starts.
Circulate the red light vistas.
Get the girls and get their sisters.
Pinch em up and give em blisters.
Kiss em fierce with all his might, forever.

Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.

Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge, waiting for me to fall, but then i got a call.
It said "wait, hold up homie!
You must be trippin!
You can’t be putting that simpin and whimpin up in your pippin!
You better stand tall, fool you was born to ball.
Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all!
You’ve been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt.
Take your place in the front.
Put your hand on the pump.
And it’s right in your grasp, man.
I know they’re laughing, but you’ll be laughing later cuz time’s are gonna get greater.
You’s a player, and when i say player i mean player cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player.

Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?
Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?

Put yourself in your position.
You ain’t wishin for no food and no warmth and no light, so you must be doing all right.

But wait a minute!
Something’s wrong.
It’s lunatic, it’s mad, insane!
Busted like a water main.
Indulgence in another vein.

What they’re saying round the neighborhood is what he’s drinking’s not aged in wood.

He’s filling out.
He’s all growed up.
He’s all blowed up.
He’s gotten fat.
He’s filling out.
He’s all growed up.
He’s all blowed up.
He’s gotten fat.

Sure enough at the midnight lounge there’s a dent in the seat where the vampire sat.

Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.

Living dead is doing time, like drowning on the circle line.

Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?
Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?

Who’s gonna cry over you?
Cry over you?
Tell me would they lie for you?
Die for you?
You’re hoping that it’s true for you do for you, fool.
But who’s gonna cry?

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No Exit (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

There’s no sin in this: getting dressed to kill, laughing down the sun like a jackal will.
With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart he’s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart and drink it up til the morning starts.
Circulate the red light vistas.
Get the girls and get their sisters.
Pinch em up and give em blisters.
Kiss em fierce with all his might, forever.

Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.

Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge, waiting for me to fall, but then i got a call.
It said "wait, hold up homie!
You must be trippin!
You can’t be putting that simpin and whimpin up in your pippin!
You better stand tall, fool you was born to ball.
Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all!
You’ve been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt.
Take your place in the front.
Put your hand on the pump.
And it’s right in your grasp, man.
I know they’re laughing, but you’ll be laughing later cuz time’s are gonna get greater.
You’s a player, and when i say player i mean player cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player.

Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?
Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?

Put yourself in your position.
You ain’t wishin for no food and no warmth and no light, so you must be doing all right.

But wait a minute!
Something’s wrong.
It’s lunatic, it’s mad, insane!
Busted like a water main.
Indulgence in another vein.

What they’re saying round the neighborhood is what he’s drinking’s not aged in wood.

He’s filling out.
He’s all growed up.
He’s all blowed up.
He’s gotten fat.
He’s filling out.
He’s all growed up.
He’s all blowed up.
He’s gotten fat.

Sure enough at the midnight lounge there’s a dent in the seat where the vampire sat.

Bye bye to another life.
Bye bye to another life.

Living dead is doing time, like drowning on the circle line.

Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?
Who’s gonna cry for ya?
Who’s gonna cry over you?

Who’s gonna cry over you?
Cry over you?
Tell me would they lie for you?
Die for you?
You’re hoping that it’s true for you do for you, fool.
But who’s gonna cry?

No Exit (Letra)

Akinyele

Akinyele

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I wanna get out this relationship
But i’m scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he’s gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip

[verse 1]
I met her in queens her personality was erotic
She asked me where i come from, and i just replied "the projects"
Love at first sight as she was staring
Checking me up and down, yeah, at the gear that i was wearing
I had an office jacket, polo shirt, diamond on my hand
Stonewashed pants ticked inside of some timberlands
Her eyes just stayed on my face
She threw her hand on my hip and felt the four-fifths on my waist
Yo, my name is ak the hard rock shit that shot a cop with a glock
Cause he tried to make the money stop
She didn’t speak, she didn’t start, she didn’t talk
All of the sudden let’s take a walk through the park
But it was dark, she didn’t bother
She probably thought i was trying to play her out
Like a central park jogger
But that’s not my style that’s what i’m telling ya
Give me your number and i’ll probably call you up on my cellular
At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours
Hot convo turned into cold showers
Monogamy, yo, increased to pornography
Miss astrologist because she looked like a star to me
But i be dressing sharper than those brothers with farrakahan
Throwing a lucky charm without a leprachaun’s arm
Out on the streets dealing and sticking up
I try to make her look appealing
I went out and started tricking bucks
I got her all dressed up, she used to look messed up
Now all of her friends can’t wait to be next up
I need to get her thoughts fixed up
She fell into a blender, she got the stuff all mixed up
She caught me talking about a quits
But that’s that old bullshit
It’s ain’t over til i say it’s over, miss
So if you wanna catch a fit, you catch a melon split
Once you in there ain’t no exit

Chorus

[verse 2]
I talk a good game of pain
Put it in your ear and let it rain
Benadryl can’t stop the migrane
Once my voice touch your brain
So you can talk that fast slang dialect
But i got a tec to keep you in check
Other words make you come correct
Think that to stop giving the loving
You must be smoking pestacide because you’re damn sure bugging
After one hit you’re ready to split
What, are you test crashing cars?
That’s that ol’ dum dum shit
You don’t flatter me tring to sign off
You best to take the batteries out your watch if you want some time off
I write my name on your street curb
So you can scratchmy letetrs girl if you wanna mark my words
I got the calimyne beside me
In case you wanna try me
And break out on my ass like poison ivy
You better take it or ease, roll up you sleeves
And prepare to go all out like new year’s eve
Trying to take my dough like a swaggart
Girl, i have to bag ya and fall on your head like niagra
Shit, you’re bound to catch it, once i start flexing
Ayo bum bitch there ain’t no exit

Chorus