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Lyrics of Exsonvaldes – Tired of Everything

I used to play loud for others to hear
But enough of that
I used to stay quiet for others to think
But enough of that too

Cause I don’t need leaders
Or sore losers
I used to write songs for others to sing
Tired of everything

Life is long but it still ends
It all comes down to how much you spend
The day is long but in the end
It always falls in someone else’s hands
Life is long but it still ends
Life is long but it still ends

Is that what you were looking for,
Or a fortunate discovery?
Does that color match your eyes?
Did you choose it randomly?

Cause I don’t need reasons
Distorted lessons
I used to write songs for others to sing
Tired of everything

Life is long but it still ends
It all comes down to how much you spend
The day is long but in the end
It always falls in someone else’s hands
Life is long but it still ends
It all comes down to how much you spend
You’re never back to where you think you started
This ain’t where you started

Lyrics of Angelos Falkos – And Stuff Like That

I had to travel alone
I took along ’n my dog 
I do not owe to anybody give a single fun

I feel alright with my sins
Don’t need – no regret machines
Am driving ”open top” on highway ’n no phones to ring

There ain’t no troubles to face
I’ve got no period of grace
I would much rather place my money on a lame horse race

Am Gonna spend every cent
No postcards need to be sent
I Left my guilts in trash of prays for a winking saint


I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum


And stuff like that
And stuff like that

I built a hall of my fame
I Healed the pain with champagne
I Had a run-in with the fate—but no one to blame

I felt the sun of the beach
And flooding Gin out in the streets
Another night in neon light, on ice ’til sunrise greets

Can’t catch me

I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum


And stuff like that
And stuff like that
And stuff like that
HEAT AN RUM

I moved the rock and it rolled
And now we follow “off road”

I Keep ahead, off the wall
All in in my world, never stall

I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum

“off road”

never stall

And staff like that

I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum

Lyrics of Roger D’Arcy – Bloodline

It don`t need to count for nothing
You just have to pass it on
Or you`ll wind up at the end of the blood-line
With no flowers on your grave
And no one to call your name

It don`t mean that much to me
It might mean something to you
It you wind up at the end of the blood-line
And the sun comes up
As the days run down

I have kept my eyes wide open
Seen the good side and the bad
Wouldn’t say it’s worth the tears or the heartache
I’ve seen all I need to see
Once around’s enough for me

Now it don`t mean that much to me
It might mean something to you
It you wind up at the end of the blood-line
And the sun comes up
As the days run down

Remember every fool you meet was once some loving mothers son

It’s a long way I have come
Many things that I have done
May you find your own fair share of luck and fortune
My own journey ends with me
I’m content to let it be

Now it don`t mean that much to me
It might mean something to you
If it stops here at the end of the blood-line
And the sun comes up
As the days run down

Lyrics of Pavy – Ain’t Much Out Here To Love

Yeah
I mean you know
I done been around and seen some things
I ain’t saying I seen everything
But I seen a little
You know what I’m saying
I know a little
So if you got one, keep it
And if you don’t, God bless
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love
It might be something out here to like
But it really ain’t much out here to love, yeah
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love
You could be at church or the club
It really ain’t much out here to love, uh
Maybe I’m jaded, maybe it’s the LA in me
Maybe all them Brickell nights done left me empty
Everybody fickle, that’s why much don’t tempt me
Or maybe it’s the shit I see that left me empty
I don’t know, but out another night I still go
Turned the nice guy into cheers, we not low
I don’t post, cause it would all look reckless
I know some out so late, they missed breakfast
Then you got the type, say they wanna move to M.I.A
Cause L.A. so played
She done done so much in the city, they lost faith
Hard to find a man, cause baby, a known face
Plus her friend came up and they done fell off the map
So she still keepin’ hope that she gon’ get her max
Contract n*gga, but it ain’t lookin’ good
She at One church, prayin’ before you, see her at Zouk
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love
It might be something out here to like
But it really ain’t much out here to love, yeah
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love
You could be at church or the club
It really ain’t much out here to love, uh
Overly materialistic, financially illiterate
That’s the women that I’m dealing with
The problem is I’m feeling it
I’m bout shallow as the Asov get
And I don’t think there’s no resolving it
I’m higher than the caucuses
When I come up on some fine sh*t
Dime shit, talking past the number nine sh*t
As if beauty’s really timeless
Guess both of us is at this dinner table mindless
But it’s all love
I forgot what you could call love
All I know is conditional when you call love
If I couldn’t buy you this, you wouldn’t call love
And truth be told, I be giving myself anxiety
By trying to show who I can be
To ones who really just want some stipending
Way more concerned with the finer things
Than who I can be
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love
It might be something out here to like
But it really ain’t much out here to love, yeah
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love
You could be at church or the club
It really ain’t much out here to love, uh
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love
It really ain’t much out here to love

Lyrics of Kristo – Spinning Around

Keep spinning around and my heart
Pulls me back to where I need to be
I’m counting down to the start
The only thing I want is to be free

I’m thinking all the time
I’m living in rewind
I keep complicating my mind
I’m thinking all time

I wanna be somebody else
Don’t wanna live with myself
Although I don’t yet understand
There’s life in this broken shell

Keep spinning around and my heart
Pulls me back to where I need to be
I’m counting down to the start
The only thing I want is to be free

To be free
To be free
To be free
To be free

I’m living on my own
I’m listening to sad songs
It seems like i’ve written everything I know
I’m living in my own

I’m lost in my own mind
Seeking for what I won’t find
Trying to get in touch with my life
I’m lost in my own mind

Lyrics of Last Train to Juarez – Borrowed Time

Don’t wait until it’s too late to say I love you
Don’t hesitate to do the things you want to
Cause we’re all here on borrowed time
The years they keep on flying by
Don’t waste them in a life that don’t suit you

My old man had a dream of heading back home
For us to cross that ocean, walk the streets he once roamed
But every year he put it off
He said son soon we’ll go
Tomorrow never came, he got sick that dream is gone

I held his hand as they led him down that hallway
Where the surgeons told us that we should all pray
The words I meant to say
Never made it out that day
Now my father’s gone, and I regret it to this day

Cause tomorrow ain’t a promise, that’s a given
It may never come, can’t count on it
If you got places you ain’t seen
Catch a plane and chase those dreams
Before those grains of sand are on the bottom
It’s all just borrowed time that we’re livin

She sat by that phone waitin’ for an answer
Cause the doctors told her she had signs of cancer
Spent her whole life working
Searching for fields of gold
And never chased her dream of being a dancer

If you got dreams don’t give ’em up, go chase ’em
If you got kin you don’t talk to, embrace ’em
If the work you do you despise and the smile that you wear’s a lie
Life’s too short to hate the life you’re livin

Cause tomorrow ain’t a promise, that’s a given
It may never come, can’t count on it
If you got places you ain’t seen
Catch a plane and chase those dreams
Before those grains of sand are on the bottom
It’s all just borrowed time that we’re livin
It’s all just borrowed time that we’re livin