• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Cliche - Todd Rundgren
• Cliche - Sebadoh
• Cliche - Fish
• Cliche - Slick Shoes
• Cliche - Retard-O-Bot
• Cliche - Alexandra Stan
• Cliche - Lucy Love
• Cliche - Typical Cats

One more game, one more chance
One more orchestrated song and dance
He'd be up front and speak his peace
And ask for her time to put their heads together
And try to make the knot unwind
And it strikes home
That it's time to make his move
Or it's time to turn and walk away
So he plays that old cliche
Silent tears, bleeding heart
Well our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of faultless design
Still she's only asking him
To help her make the knot unwind
And if the very next words
Leaving her lips could decide
If he'd go or if he'd stay
She would play that old cliche
Who makes up the rules for the world?
Haven't we been down this road before?
Isn't anything peculiar here?
Certainly there must be something more
Where are the words, where are the words
Where are the words?
Where are the words, where are the words
Where are the words?
And it's almost not worth singing about
It seems so everyday anyway
Still we play that old cliche
And here sit I, one man show
I vivisect and then pretend to know
All it ever gets me is an ache in my mind
Can't somebody help me
To try to make the knot unwind
And I say what I say when I know
There's really nothing left to say
Then I play that old cliche

Did you think I was dead inside?
There was no room to grow
And if I loved you still, I didn't let it show
I never left you, though I've always loved you
And you were free to leave me
If you didn't believe in me
Dumped, don't mind me
I didn't know what I had till it was gone
In love, so scared, couldn’t stay
Cliche
I had a good time
Remember the good times
Before it had to happen
Cracked our world wide open
Dumped, don't worry about me
It wasn't up to you to set me free
There never is good time, so they say

I've got a reputation of being a man with a gift of words
a romantic poetic type or so they say
but I find it hard to express the way I feel about you
without getting involved with the old cliches.
In the old cliches, it's the old cliches.
This song's begun so many times but never
in a way that you wont consider to be an old cliche.
I want to say that I need you, I miss you when you're away.
And how it seemed like fate - o here we go - the same old cliches.
It's the same old cliches.
It's not that I'm embarrassed or shy, well, you know me too well
but I want to make this song special in a way that you can tell.
That it's solely for you and nobody else
for my best friend, my lover, when I need help - cliche - cliche?
Everything I want to say to you is wrapped up in an old cliche
I'd waited so long to find you, I'd been through the heartbreak and pain,
but of course you already know that cos you've been throught the same.
That's why I'm trying to say with my deepest sincerity
that's why I'm finding it comes down to the basic simplicities
the best way is with an old cliche
it's simply the best way is with an old cliche
always the best way is with an old cliche
I'll leave it to the best way, it's an old cliche

What they say never really mattered to me.
I've been wrong.
Open the door, time to move on.
What has changed?
Same old story with a new name.
I'm not scared, I've been here before.
I guess I thought you'de be there, I swear it.
This is the last time that I close my eyes to it.
Never again will we be what we were.
Maybe I'll just walk away.
Time thrown away, I didn't use it anyway.
Been here for so long, now it's time to move on.
Read between the lines, I can't make up my mind.
Was this what we planned?
Mercury falls, forgot how much I hate the fall.
Still sitting by the phone, I hope that you don't call.
It's alright now we'll make it somehow.
You'd think we'd learned by now.
Well, I guess it goes to show.
Youre the answer to all my prayers, I swear it.
This is the last time that I close my eyes to it.
Never again will we be what we were.

Yo..Yo..Yo..UH.. Yeah.. Yo.. Yo.. Word..Yo..
Hey.. is this thing on? (Yo) Can't hear nothing..
Hey my boy engineer, Turn that shit up..Yo, ya hear what he's saying?
Yo engineer (engineer) Turn my shit up (turn my boy's shit up!)
Turn his headphones up motherfucker, he can't hear that shit.. uh.. uh..
Step the fuck back, but then go BLAHHH
Me and my crew, yo, we do it like that
But a cap back, but we'll be back
All ya'll retards be layin out flat
Gold and platinum, i got that shit
Spendin cash, yo, i do that shit
Chromin' rims yo, i got that whip
Brain and a whip from a dime ass bitch
Can't play in mine, yo, my rhymes is whack
I fucked your bitch, AND she sucked my dick
slangin shit, yo, and that be a fact
fuck with my shit you're rockin crack
Head and seed im crystal cold
fuck more bitches than i am years old
yound and rich and rollin hard
charging shit to my platinum card
come in hard now spread that shit
my dicks the size of a battleship
a bulletproof, 8 ship change
bumpin in the srop top head with brain
triple beamin all night long
got knocked off but i came back strong
guns and gas i gotta have that shit
hoes and bitches, yo i love that shit
Fararr, Jaguar and limo stretch
Brain and whip, yo i love that best
Step up bitch i'll knock you down
Bitch you know that i run this town
i get head, brain and a blow job too
i proly gets more brain then you
everytime i go cruisin down the strip with my family
i get brain and a whip
Frankly, im tired of all ya'll niggahs talkin shit behind my back
that shit whack
im finnda pull out my strap, cut it back, and bust a cap up in yo ass niggah

I feel so good when I spend all my time with you
I feel so safe after all we’ve been going through
When I’m looking in your eyes
I can see that you want me too
So go on, I feel so good when I spend all my time with you
When the night is gonna get to you
We’re gonna scream my love, even dance forever
And I’m gonna be in your groove
I’m gonna dance with you until the night comes to an end
[Chorus]
Hush hush, baby, don’t you know, we are not a cliche
Hush hush, baby, don’t you want us to sway the same way
Hush hush, baby, it’s been a wonderful day
And when the night comes near we gonna need a replay
Hush hush, baby, don’t you know, we are not a cliche?
I feel so good, is gonna move me so close to you
I feel so safe I could go all the way with you
When the night is gonna get to you
We’re gonna scream my love, even dance forever
And I’m gonna be in your groove
I’m gonna dance with you until the night comes to an end
Hush hush, baby, don’t you know, we are not a cliche
Hush hush, baby, don’t you want us to sway the same way
Hush hush, baby, it’s been a wonderful day
And when the night comes near we gonna need a replay
Hush hush, baby, don’t you know, we are not a cliche?
Hush hush
Hush hush
Hush hush
Hush hush, baby, don’t you know, we are not a cliche, cliche
Hush hush, baby, don’t you want us to sway the same way
Hush hush, baby, it’s been a wonderful day
And when the night comes near we gonna need a replay

it’s not what you say
it’s the way you say it
it’s not about the game
it’s the way you play it
you might think what I say
sounds a bit cliche
but in the end
in your mind you’ll replay it
should I be waiting
for the grass to be greener
on the other side
be sitting at home
twiddling my thumbs
when I can’t decide
do I run my show
or is it a compromise
is it my way
or the highway
when others think otherwise
I love surprises but
I never improvise
I think I’m grounded but
my strings aren’t really tied
the showbiz roller coaster
has taken me for a ride
the highs
the lows
this is why I stride
it’s not what you say
it’s the way you say it
it’s not about the game
it’s the way you play it
you might think what I say
sounds a bit cliche
but in the end

See Qwels way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects
You rock sets is play this dude braggin' you aint famous
Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than faggots anus
Doper emcees none existent like RuPaul's clit is
Cant tell if your dick or pussy like topless infants
Couldn't spit sick 'ish kid lickin' your cold sores
And leave you scared to drop shit like school stalls with no doors
Wonder how this fucker whispers thunder sounds
Your fly like crippled Ostrich's I scare heads underground
And break it down like midget B-boys screamin' mathematics
When style switches faster than faggots rockin' their thongs backwards
Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse
You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first
He's a pussy on the low don't fuck with Philippine cuisine
Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines
What's he mean I think he means your whack beat
In fact I'm harder to catch than hailin' taxis with black peeps
Get in your ass so fast shit scabs when the cops come
Guilty as charged blowin' minds like Shanno[?] with shotguns
Hold nuts like padded rooms whack raps cant plead insanity
Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me
Man please I'm way to fucking dope to be this humble
And knock you out the frame like Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle
Like fuck Qwel and his whole team those irrelevant flows
I'm diggin' in the crates and these [?????] on telephone poles
Hope I might choke your as whack as you white jokes
The only cat to drop lines like Samoans on tight ropes
Motherfuckers can't even respond what can he say
Cause after the battle he's more like yo I ain't wanna win anyway
And Qwel ain't shit like I ain't lose he ain't even rappin' right
Damn right I'm an asshole you pussies ain't even half as tight
To and fro fluid flow you know I'm splittin' speakers
Try pressin' promos on boomerangs them shits is cheaper
[Sample]
[scratch] Punch Lines [scratch] Now'n days it's the ways of the underground
If I don't stay on the rest[?] tell me who the hell will
When it really comes down to it two kids
[Sample]
Before braggin' how big my dick was this Bic-smudged note pad
Was dad to whip his ass and change his whole fad
Now its proud to be the loudest so what you damage mics
Battle cats claim to be deep just cause they seen Titanic twice
You can and might say something worthwhile you'd rather be wild
Huge dick liar's I'd rather teach with freestyles
Entertainment got played quick no thanks bitch dick
Fuck my kids don't need your playground education content not sayin' shit
Master the art of momma jokes while flippin' used beats
Ill teach your kids about god they'll kill you when you sleep
Don't be role models be honest using loose leaf loosely
The same cats that's hatin' Puffy they be chasin' lucci
You wasn't preachin' beat before tellin' lies in the street
Keep it rough neck I'll flip subjects success mean getting sleep
Don't take it out on us cause the love wasn't there
Hip-Hop will show you love but the world doesn't care
About you big dick sick shit lunatic drug abuse kid