100 lyrics for "(Come on, come on)"

I bring them things When I pull up they notice me Come Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches,
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I'll walk you up, what time's the bus come? They woke up together Not quite realizing how Awkwardly stretching and yawning It's always hard in the morning And I suppose that's the price you pay Well, oh, it isn't what it was She's thinking he looks
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'Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you Always have to steal my kisses from you I put into Nashville, Tennessee But you wouldn't even come come around to see me You seemed to headin' up to Carolina You know I gonna be right there behind you Now I
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Guess I'll always have to be Living in a fantasy From now on on That's the way it's got to be It's you for you, and me for me Monday has come come around again I'm in the same old place With the same old faces always watching me Who knows how long I'll have to
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Hard times as we go While she says she's on on her own I'll be pacin' on the phone Sneakin' on the train come come back Awful sick and tired of the gang Cold when you're near any bottle We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okay
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I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or
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Cartier diamonds, my mascot Tell your main nigga he your ex now Finna push up, bring your ass out Where you come come from? Where you from now? I keep a bad thing on on me, yeah, yeah Dreads on on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah After this, right back to him, like an
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Even though Jamaica nice You gotta live to save your life After the sunset comes the darkness of the night You better open up your eyes When you're living in the ghetto paradise You living the life in the ghetto paradise You living that life in the
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It seems like dreams I've always have Could be, should be making me glad But why am I blue? It's up to you to explain I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away Someday, someway you'll come come and say It's you that I need Maybe you'll be pleading in vain It had
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