Out of Town - Daemon & landq

OUT OF TOWN From the film " Charley Moon" (1956 ( Will, The countryside is still The only place where I Could settle down Troubles there are so much rarer Out of town Spring starts to spring The cuckoo starts to sing A song to take the Edge off winter's frown And spring cleaning has a meaning Out of town Up there the sun is a big yellow duster Polishing the blue, Blue sky With white fluffy clouds in A cluster Hanging on a breeze to dry Trees everywhere With blossoms in their hair And Mother Nature Wears her newest gown What I'd give Once more to live Right out of town.

Where are you? You said you'd be here by now You said you'd be here any minute Swear to God I've never been so burned out Gonna lose it any minute Wake me Take me out of town to the end Of any road that you wanna go down Make me Make me listen all the way To the end of any road Yes, I know Everyone's in this alone We gotta leave here any minute Swear to God Is this how you thought it'd turn out? Gonna lose me any minute Wake me Take me out of town to the end Of any road that you wanna go down Make me Make me listen all the way To the end of any road Because I don't know how to be here without you I don't know how to go on Because I don't know how to be here without you I don't know how to go on Where are you? You said you'd be here by now You said you'd be here any minute Swear to God I've never been so burned out Gonna lose it any minute Wake me Take me out of town to the end Of any road that you wanna go down Make me Make me listen all the way To the end of any road Because I don't know how to be here without you I don't know how to go on I don't know how to be here without you I don't know how to go on

Got it all figured out inside of my head There's a bag packed up at the foot of my bed You say the word, baby I'm all set We'll cover our tracks, tell a couple white lies Make sure we got a good alibi And by the time they catch on, we'll be outta their sight Long gone, baby Let's get out of this town tonight Nothing but dust in the shadows Gone by morning light Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found Baby, let's just get out of this town Don't need directions, don't need a map If we get lost, I'll be good with that Yeah, we'll find a way to make the time pass Window rolled down with the heat on high Stars all aligned in a runaway sky Holding my hand as the miles roll by Long gone, baby Let's get out of this town tonight Nothing but dust in the shadows Gone by morning light Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found Baby, let's just get out of this town If we leave tonight and drive fast enough All of our troubles will be just like us Long gone, baby Let's get out of this town tonight Nothing but dust in the shadows Gone by morning light Somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found Yeah, let's just get out of this town Let's get out of this town tonight Yeah, we won't ever get caught, ever be found Baby, let's just get out of this town

(Busta Rhymes) Yo, it all began like, bust it My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project When police come we stick the clips in any metal object Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is He said he f**kin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And speak American to try to blend in Like they aint obvious out of towners Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em How they rock silks and tailor made pants And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets >From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals How they f**k with arrogant bitches who act pussy And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy After all of that I wanted ones The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son So now we out of town with Guyanese cats Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gats Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed Just like a thief in the night And spread the word that we was back with the white (Intermission) "Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the f**kin door And shut the f**k up" "Yeah man and clean the motherf**king spot up, smell like..." "Break the f**kin breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates And the gym star" "Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that" "F**k this shit" (Busta Rhymes) Yeah, see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin The whole town, see we now own it Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments We stackin cheddar now and shit is all clear And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit Now these niggas was really ready to swell up We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid We set up shops and watched the games begin So now we ballin like a motherf**ker, money was sick Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick F**kin everything from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest ass To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast We used to takin niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm Not a problem so immediately reach for the john Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a nigga How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands But f**k it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth Flame the iron, not giving a f**k, y'all niggas wanna rip? Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook One nigga slid and think he got off the hook Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes Stupid motherf**ker tried to front, we had to leak his brain Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherf**kers, good actin That's the shit I'm talkin about Y'all ready to watch the playback? F**k around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherf**kers

I gotta get out of this town I gotta go some place I gotta get out of this town And forget your face There ain't nothin' I want From nobody like you I got some places I itch I got some scratchin' to do I gotta get out of this town I gotta get out of this town (Gotta get out of this town) I gotta get me a man (Gotta get her a man) I gotta get out of this town (Gotta get out of this town) You're more than I can stand (You're more than she can stand) I gotta get out of this town I gotta go somewhere I gotta get out of this town I hope it's over there I'm gonna plant a love tree I'm gonna pick me some I want some peaches and cream I'm tired of nothin' but plums I gotta get out of this town I gotta get out of this town (Gotta get out of this town) I gotta find me a man (Gotta find her a man) I gotta get out of this town (Gotta get out of this town) You're more than I can stand (You're more than she can stand) I gotta get out of this town (Gotta get out of this town) Let me out of this town (Gotta get out of this town) I want out of this town (Gotta get out of this town) I gotta get out of this town, (Gotta get out of this town) Gotta get out of this town, (Gotta get out of this town)