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Everyday Demons [Deluxe Edition] (The Answer) · Everyday I Have the Blues (Sonny Stitt) · Everyday (Dave Matthews) · The Invention of Ordinary Everyday Things (The Lucksmiths) · Joe Williams Sings Everyday (Joe Williams) · Everyday Demons (The Answer) · Everyday I Love You Less and Less (Kaiser Chiefs) · Everyday [Australia Bonus Live CD] (Dave Matthews) · Everyday Living (Justine Skye) · Everyday Demons (The Answer) – and 83 other albums »


rains my heart starts drowning my vision gets cloudy
The flood moves around me
Everyday it rains no sign of the light as the time
Goes by 40 days and 40
shuts my lights off, ooh
I got no missed calls maybe by tomorrow
'Cause right now I just can't catch a break

Everyday it rains, when she ain't laying
Caroline by the Fortunes

[00:08]Caroline Caroline ya ya ya ine
[00:16]Caroline Caroline ya ya ya ine
[00:24]There is a girl she really is fine
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all
Are really only ancient history.
Everyday goes by without a hitch,
You say the urge becomes an itch.
You say that I`m no go for you, that`s rich,
Strikin' through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth
The nigga wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt
rippin' the label off the 4-0...based on the fact
I
everyday... Like Romeo and
Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine
Happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like
They are

Come on baby...
Venoms
With international plugs like nine Organized emblems
Get it?  Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep
Runnin' with the number thirteen with my 40
Water, what's wrong with the game?

[Verse 4: E-40]
I'm ten years hung in this shit, if I was up to heart
My nigga got dick, her is his, by selling
or four cops to pull me off of him
But that's the story y'all of a black man
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African

I am everyday people
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 19:40, Psalm 69:34, 148:9

Somebody's gonna praise His name
Somebody's gonna call Him Lord
It'll either
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
or four cops to pull me off of him
But that's the story y'all of a black man
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African

I am everyday people
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
so I can feel the sonic
Drinkin' 40's, that's my tonic (Pass that bubbler)
When niggas smoke my shit, they all be on it
By the time they done, they
A family man in the midst of
A total breakdown
Seeks refuge inebriated state
As he thinks to himself how did
Life pass me by - somewhere down
full of yachts
A leopard with a mink
And an arm full of clocks
All hand wound everyday by a Spock
Get money

Money (x29)
Motherfucker

Money is
After seeing half of the Broadway movie
I got up there everyday, a toke of cocaine
And haven't found a snow on Forty Second street
See the thought
Accept in the street, niggas we live by different rules
Pill poppin’ everyday I’m in a different mood
They scream our names since we walk the halls
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh

[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
The skies are charcoal gray
It's a dreary downtown day
But
At the end of my forty-foot leash
Is my little friend
Quiche
Quiche La Poodle
Is