Two's company, Three's a crowd Any more and it's getting out of hand There must be order we must be organised Systems of supply and demand We need a structure to carry on What we need is a system of control Trouble was the trouble is There's lots in agreement but few in the know. Red lobby, blue lobby, red lobby, blue lobby Swings to the left, swings to the right Till there's a balance, a balance of might, 'cos it It filters down from the top to the bottom You mightn't like it but you can't seem to stop 'em It filters down from the top to the bottom You mightn't like it but you can't seem to stop 'em. Don't plan ahead don't look behind Just survive hour by hour Don't think, you don't have to plan Pay homage to the central power Once in a while we get a change Start again, try something new Trouble was the trouble is All the many get told by the few. Economy, military, religion to they Swing to the left, swing to the right To the rhythm, the rhythm of might, 'cos it It filters down from the top to the bottom You mightn't like it but you can't seem to stop 'em It filters down from the top to the bottom You mightn't like it but you can't seem to stop 'em.
Linkin Park - Forgotten Lyrics
From The Bottom To The Top lyrics - FRANK SINATRA
I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got my head to the sky and the city on my back Grindin', you know where you can find me dead President's homie cash, rule everything around me. I came from the bottom of the bottom, I ain't never goin' back Got them Gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap Grindin' you know where you can find me dead President's homie, cash rule everything around me. Pinellas Count Von south Florida raised born in the slums Where the young ain't safe never had a crum so a Thug I became starded sellin' dope, just to get the new J's My momma wasn't there, my daddy wasn't either So I said fuck school, the block was my teacher. Wasn't good at math but I could break down a half in the pot Let it rock in the block on smash that was high me And my niggas ate, ate addicted to the fast cash We was all flippin' big weight in and out a state. Gettin' cake like we won the lotto flyin' birds in the trunk Like there's no tomorrow, that's the code that we live By die by so now they don't sit high when I ride by And BMU the Only niggas that I ride for 'til my eyes close nigga. Money its one hell of a motivation But it could put you in some fucked up situations I learned how to flip that white but that white almost Got me life, knock, knock, the feds at the front door Half a brick in the toilet tryna flush more. What the fuck, I'ma do now, I'm locked up How the fuck I'ma get out On the road to riches and diamond rings Got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green.
V. Rose - Bottom To The Top Lyrics
About Slippery People lyrics. Album Speaking In Tongues Talking Heads. Mastered By. Ted Jensen.
From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety, the picture's there The memory won't escape me, but why should I care? Theres a place so dark you can't see the end Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend The rain then sends dripping, acidic questions, forcefully The power of suggestion, then with the eyes shut. Looking through the rust and rot and dust A small spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend And the eyes ease open and it's dark again.