Music for the People - Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch & Loleatta Holloway

Today I walked through the door and fell down on my floor Got all of my papers out and read them Seems that I've been wanderin' for a little too long Yeah, the desert can be hot if you're wasted Took a stab in the dark and missed again I believe The hardest part is not seein' what I used to see My faith grew to a top but worry does all it can To whisper in both my ears make-believe stories Where are my friends now? They're not around when I need them I cannot pretend Yeah, I find myself against all the odds again Well I like to think I'm strong and then I'm proven wrong Grab the keys to my car and go to work again Yeah showed up late, got screamed in my face Turn around, I'm punch drunk, but I'm laughin' Got some thoughts in my chest, they're playin' games with my head Ten hours of sleep, I'm in my bed again Scream up to my God, say, "I do what I can" How am I gonna move on from this circumstance? Where are my friends now? They're not around when I need them I cannot pretend Yeah, I find myself against all the odds again Yeah, yeah I'm against all the odds again Yeah, yeah I'm against all the odds again Yeah, yeah I'm against all the odds again Yeah, yeah I'm against all the odds again

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Hey, Monday morning see what you're missing I can't live my life like this boy I said, "Hey, little lady see what you're missing I can't get enough of your love" She goes out all alone and out on her own She goes out all alone and out on her own She goes out all alone and out on her own Out all alone and out on her own How many times do I have to say this Your match is a light for me, babe I said, "Hey, little lady see what you're missing I can't get enough of your love" She goes out all alone and out on her own She goes out all alone and out on her own She goes out all alone and out on her own Out all alone and out on her own All alone, all alone, all alone All alone, all alone, all alone The people, the people, the people Change the way you live now The people, the people, the people Change the way you live now Hey, Monday morning see what you're missing I can't live my life like this boy I said, "Hey, little lady see what you're missing I can't get enough of your love" She goes out all alone and out on her own She goes out all alone and out on her own She goes out all alone and out on her own Out all alone and out on her own All alone, all alone, all alone All alone, all alone, all alone The people, the people, the people Change the way you live now The people, the people, the people Change the way you live now I'll never burn in your fire, I'll never burn in your fire I'll never burn in your fire, I'll never burn I'll never burn, I'll never burn I'll never burn, I'll never burn

Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Wide awake And I know why it's taken me so long To reclaim my power The hurting made me strong I've lost count how many times I have changed There's an art to having skin in the game Been afraid of running out of fucks to give Lowest place considering where I have been It's the simple truth that one day I will die Or the courage it takes for a warrior to cry It's like the song I was singing Sitting on my bedroom floor Or that familiar feeling like I've been here before Well, you can certainly shake me But, no can break me, na-na Yeah, you can certainly shake me But, no can break me, na-na-na-na na-na-na Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do What I want Will rarely meet at what I need Nothin's wrong With setting better boundaries Like the softness you earn when you break your own bread Or that playful heart that became your first defence Well, I know yes I know I sure as shit know I turned some kind of page And I will, yes I will Learn to love the side of me that holds all the shame When I gave myself permission to feel the pain There's an art to having skin in the game Well, there is something so sacred And perfect in placement, uh huh 'Cause I am buzzing in beauty and feasting on honey alright Well, you can certainly shake me But, no can break me, na-na Yeah, you can certainly shake me But, no can break me, na-na-na-na na-na-na Na-na-na-na na-na-na Na-na-na-na na-na Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do But, you can certainly shake me But, no can break me, na-na Yeah, you can certainly shake me But, no can break me, na-na-na-na na-na-na Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do Wait keep recording Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do

Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin' skee? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin', G? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? I'm loungin' Here's a brief verbal lyrical masterpiece, Comin' direct from the Eastcoast beast, I release And increase skills of rhyme flowin' Reason for frontin' cause kids are not knowin' What's goin' down, Mark got styles you never heard, In Beantown I get more props than Larry Bird, It's open and closed caption rhyme and ruff raptioned Flirtation across the nation, Kids they make a verdict but yet They never heard it, On stage I get pervert-ic, On the mic I get absurd-ic, So act like ya know the flavors when it's Kickin' out, stickin' out like a sore thumb, ya want some? The double "M" got ya hangin' by a limb, It gets grim so never mistake me for him, While you're strugglin' for them punks pape's you're scroungin', Best believe that Marky Mark be loungin' Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin' B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? Oh shit in comes the trasher, Rollin' it's raps new harasser, blaster Comin' straight at ya to match ya Weak crew 'cause I'm a crew stopper, America's brand new pro 92' rhyme dropper, Set 'em up I bet I wet 'em up in a warm up, M.C.s please hit the shelter, storms up! Respect, eject off my rep, rap culture back up, Donnie D's raisin' the track up, Ya 'bout to see a fist full of fury, Better pay the judge and the jury, Or shit'll get blurry, I soak up the goods like hood, At night I live right, takin' airplane flight after flight, Major prop-age, cause I pump pure hip-hopage, Booty kids cease on the stoppage, check it Donnie D and M-A-R-K pounds, Lettin' off rounds when I lounge So, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin', B? I guess I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', Skee? You know I'm still loungin' B Yeah, how you livin'? I'm loungin' Yo how ya livin', G? I'm loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin' B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? I guess I'm still loungin' Skee Here's a fat sixteen from a potent M.C. Hey yo, I run the hardcore streets Flowin' raps over hardcore beats, the place heats, I hold my own when blows are thrown, Keep dippin' and stickin', Deliverin' and ass-kickin', The hoops and haps for havin' ruff raps, I trust that you better come prone for combat, And I figure I'll come bigger than your best man, For 20 grand do him in wit' an ill plan, So watch where ya step, it's trifle, Two barrels of a rifle, a straight up disciple, Comin' at ya, comin' at ya, comin' at ya ass and, Big checks I'm cashin', big heads I'm smashin', So if ya frontin' ya can't do shit for me, kid, So step before ya get swept, A hung like a hanger, big diesel wallbanger I betcha while you're scroungin', Monk D be loungin' Yeah, how ya livin, B? Yo I'm loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? I guess I'm still loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? I'm loungin' How ya livin', B? Yo I'm lougin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm just loungin', Cheese Yeah, how ya livin', Monk D? Yo I'm loungin', Cheese Yeah, how ya live? I lounge.