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<i>[Verse 1 - Wale]</i>
Ladies and gentlemen <i>[echo]</i> I ain't tryin to be politically correct But I won't rest 'til I'm givin my respect And my vision isn't set on the money I get But more less the vets, I'm comin for y'all neck I ain't ?, just feelin how you felt when you came more or less The change is imminent I asked Mr. West for a little bit of help Realized us new niggaz got to get it ourself So I dreamed of presentin myself And the only thing I fear is I being shelved The cocky, lobbyist for nobody Book so many bitches should of been a Cum Laude Fuck the camaraderie with B rate artists I'm ballin, you niggaz is Arliss, so watch this Always knew where the pot was With no receivers had the pickin of a option Tommie Frazier on the motherfuckin one or two's Or Michael Vick if y'all bark nigga, y'all through <i>[echo]</i> <i>[Verse 2 - Wale]</i> Yeah, 25, 25, 25, can I get 30? My side Jones is fat and my freak Jones is purdy Why? 'Cause I Mac like (Bernie) And she swallow everything like (Kirby) Not Puckett but I hit it then I duck a bitch And older women put a nigga on their Bucket List Me against you, the movie of the year 'Cause you (Slumdog) and I'm the (Millionaire) Their buzz internet and mines internat- ional, wearin that, Chanel fitted cap I know they suck, I'm just showin you where my city at Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad But since Mark put a nigga on that Lily track I had the British hoes talkin 'bout bring him back But that's a shitty accent, you should've figured that 'Cause I've been drinkin to the point that I'm a Dizzie Ra- scal, fix up, look sharp Joe 'Cause I'm a look that part until I'm all broke, yeah <i>[echo]</i> |
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| 2. |
| 3:38 |
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<i>[Chorus x2]</i>
Mama told me there'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!) Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another (Nigga!) Look... Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I'm on it, it's on! I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! I swear these dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate G told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance, and fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared I been called the ?? And I DC'd this whole fuckin' genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper Yessir... <i>[Chorus]</i> The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!) Ima go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth encore Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary We've had the tables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine them Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the nigga on the track (Shit!) And mama why you throw away my drums? A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song Nigga I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it Now I'm playin' solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, Allah give me patience I am only a man and I don't know what to think <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 3. |
| 4:16 |
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[Wale:]
Mmm-mirror tell me I'm the realest Since all these other niggas gg-gimmicks ll-lyrics Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject. C-could I be that nigga rejuvinatin l-lovers Ddd-did I stutter the missing piece of the puzzle Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble Its easy on TV make them believe what they be seeing M-mirrors never lie so they keep eyes up on they re-runs For fear of what you show them, reality is golden Real recognize real, you need some IV's to be noticed tho One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back [Wale:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all [Bun B:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all [Bun B:] Say there Mr. Mirror, put yourself up to yourself and in Just take a look at the reflection thats reflectin in Your own physical, superficial not spiritual All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full You need to hear it fool, but you dont want to listen cuz You so f-full of your-s-self and you just sit and judge You point em out, and call em up, and then s-sit em down Then you put fertalizer, lyin, spread the shit around But if you took a second Mr. Mirror, you would see That you just mad at you man, you aint really mad at me You took the hatred of yourself and just projected out No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out For real, you need to go away just like the rain song Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong So Mr. Mirror, man I'm just gon keep it G If you can't look up at yourself, How the fuck you lookin at me, mane. [Bun B:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It is not hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all [Wale:] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all [Wale:] Mmm-mirror, tt-tell me she the realest. I met her in the club and she wouldn't let me in it S-seen her in a video, seen her in a magazine See me I aint frontin', we aint see them titties last week So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that? I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that. ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas '09 Gold Diggers, walkin with a different path Find a dummy, wrap him up, let him fuck, suck him up Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one No longer (Caffera?), Surgery and maskera Looking at your money, but c-can't look up in that mirror Fearin what it show you, reality is gold Real recognize real, real women dont know you One of the coldest, the gracing On that pole What them tempers dont see, I bet that mirror gon show you. Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong? It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all |
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| 4. |
| 4:11 |
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Chorus:
Girls, I ask em do they smoke? Ask em what do they know? Ask em can we go? Pretty girls.. Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere Verse 1: Thanks to the flow right now what up A lime to a lemon remind you of the sky when im fuckin and we on cloud nine for that minute Admire your style and your physique and I aint trying to critique but you deserve a good drink, so whats up? What you sippin on? Its no problem Black and gold models like im pro-New Orleans but shawty im far from a saint but I got two A-mex's that look the same way Wale, D.C. thats me huh, my Prada say Prada and they Prada say Fela I aint gotta tell ya they know about me huh Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer See baby im a leader they always from a Libra And I aint trying to lead you wrong sugar I need ya So would you please listen to what Imma need from you Not for tonight, but for tomorrow's amnesia Chorus: Girls, I ask em do they smoke? Ask em what do they know? Ask em can we go? Pretty girls.. Sunshine in the air( ey shawty you gotta take your purse off for this one baby) perfume everywhere(No matter where you from we goin to D.C. right now) Girls are everywhere( what up) Pretty Girls x2 Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap like this Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap(clap) like this Verse 2: Okay you have em in amazement switchin four lanes in that 09' range while im singing oh trey shit Its like this all day Okay my names Wale they probably know me from the you know Boss in my Hugo, Floss like my two fer My flow is on Pluto, them rollins aint plutons Ha, Ya shawty thats G-shit, tokyo spinners, ya shawty thats G-shit Please give head to that new D.C. shit, Im a PG shit, I aint finna keep it And i be with so I got B.B.C. shit, even if I didnt I would ball like ,arenus, swish Now shawty this is what Imma need from you Not for tonight, but for tomorrow's amnesia Chorus: Girls, I ask em do they smoke? Ask em what do they know? Ask em can we go? Pretty girls.. Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere Pretty Girls x2 Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap like this Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap(clap) like this |
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| 5. |
| 3:48 |
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(Verse One)
Mama aint raise no fool , true But me and my brotha never made it out school She prayed on me passin ' that bar Its way different ma you see im passin' out bars The definition of a jetsetter Im hip hop still livin like a good fella ' Castle and crooks sweater , and the queen never trip She drive away faster than you look nigga. Have you seen adiza? with bitches? that look like Eve but with D cups wit a beach like an HBO Feature at night a quarter-pound of sand in my un-released nikes Amsterdam high smoke it all by the night nigga you aint know about The life when shit gets heavier than Norbit's wife we still gotta Spit some enourmous ryhmes niggas more than like and more than likely when you return home you ignored by the gorgeous wife and she Feel slighted and you dont want to fight with her cuz' you tired but Now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land feet feel Swollen you gone from the zanex and risking your life with the mic in your hand ya ya (Chorus) We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand New York,VA,DC,get paid We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand London,Tokyo,we gon' take you all around the globe,sing to em' shorty. (Chorus):Jazmine Sullivan (Verse Two) See Dre' did scotland and everybody jocked him I did scotland and got no props for it naw that just fucked up my jay's which fucked up my day rock walley's on stage freezin my willy off, no hotel, i'm back on the plane while they was like go whale im so well ahead of them im unpaved I did justice to Justice one fre' one thing that you niggas must acknowledge, I need beats like the pants on a scottish kilt, whoa it's how it's dealt i've been overruled more then than Neo Phelps. It's harder when you by yourself my nigga Ron B. good health, my nigga Ron Fest never give about self cause we think about wealth like Finch do MILF's on American Pie it's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lines, the other half is out of them lies they wanna to make a nigga like oh fuck relying so much that's it's on her, we lying so much that it's over paid em' and they hate em' but they wrong for it D.C. know who 'cause im on first [ Chorus ] (Jazmine Sullivan) You know when we give it, we give it hard no half steppin baby this is who we are every word spoken from the heart (sp sp sp spoken from the heart) to get wit it, get wit it lemme see your hands if you feel dis we on a world tour and bringin you more (I need your hands in the air right now yeah!) ???????? Let's Go! [ Chorus ] |
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| 6. |
| 4:49 |
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[Intro] [Wale talking]
Yeah. See I ain't tryin' to waste your time shorty. I know you got places to go. But I got places to be. I only need like three minutes of your time. I don't know what those other bammers need but...let me rap to you. What's up. [Chorus 1] [Pharrell] All the girls really want is fun Just a place that they can come So their wild side has the freedom to run And last but not least please don't tell no one [Verse One] [Wale] I just wanna treat you like the woman that you need to be I be on that Peter Pan in NYC You needin me? Then hit me Commitment? No not really And shorty don't be silly we not trippin' off your history This a one nighter And a bitch when she fight 'em And some liquor will light her If its no I.D. adios got no interest in minors I'm on my grown man B.I. You see why? Cause these lil' broads think it's not alright to be bi I'm messin' with ya, you comfortable with it never mind You never play with young boys cause they never private And they forever out you, that's why you always quiet The only one that's not Patronin', designate your drivin' Okay just loosen up a little That Nuvo or that Goose will have you losin' your religion amen They say you only live once so go to work for what you need But I'ma give you what you want [Chorus 1] [Pharrell] All the girls really want is fun Just a place that they can come So their wild side has the freedom to run And last but not least please don't tell no one [Chorus 2] [Pharrell] And she gon let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) She wants you to stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) And have fun (yeah we do) And let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) She wants you to stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) And have fun (yeah we do) [Verse Two] [Wale] Now tell 'em Hahahaha Is in the house Throw your money in the air and stand in the couch Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier Tell them girls right there that the man right here Tell em It's in the house, so throw your money in the air and stand in the couch Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier Tell them girls right there that the man right here Is you workin hard (yeah) How you get around (car) Is you getting money (yeah) Is that money yours (aww) She don't even need a job, got one anyways She sit up at her desk on Perez all day Then bossip for gossip Why be up in concrete Then she on her Facebook like when we finna party Twitter with her home girls like what we finna do They like we gon hit the club but can I hold on to your Choos Okay now everythings wonderful Thick girls, small friend, please watch your tummy miss Three before 12:11, 30 then go in And they gon get a table cause they flirt with the promoter Vodka and soda, pineapple and Patron Now hold up be a second, and pose for the photo Pose, click, pose, click Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit [Chorus 1] [Pharrell] All the girls really want is fun Just a place that they can come So their wild side has the freedom to run And last but not least please don't tell no one [Chorus 2] [Pharrell] And she gon let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) She wants you to stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) And have fun (yeah we do) And let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) Let it loose (hey) She wants you to stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) Stroke her (yeah) And have fun (yeah we do) [Outro] [Wale talking] Yessir. You know I know them girls mane. They know me too. Uh huh! Yessir. |
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<i>[Chorus]</i>
And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) <i>[Verse 1]</i> Ms. Rodeo, tell me where your day go Part-time waitress she really wanna make it In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see clear She don't really care about anyone advice Nothing here's real, and everyone's alike Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life She barely eats at all, if she do she eats light Indulging a meal when a toilets in sight Expose those fries, can't hold those down To be seven pounds, you must release several pounds This is Heaven on Hell This is how she wanna live She ain't really trippin', she's on Beverly Hills <i>[Chorus]</i> And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) <i>[Verse 2]</i> Just another day out in Beverly Hills She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still Believing the screens or anything there But reality shows ain't real So pretentious with no potential She goes to catch up, although her rents up In her defense-she part of the crowd She gonna borrow some money So she can party at Chows It's apart of her goal It's all she knows Graduated from rosay, addicted to blow Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow So she kisses the stars And gives them a blow After every show, a dream she hold Inhibition is gone, she just wanna be known She wanna be know, she just wanna be known Pulling down her skirt "I never done this before", Nah <i>[Chorus]</i> And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) <i>[Verse 3]</i> You know big-breast girls Never ever pay rent They meet the Rich Boys Throw D's on that Bitch Lease on The Whip Beach on the weekend Hotel suite, room keys is a gift Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger Now you just a whore to the male entertainers Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick The sun's always out But It's clouds over here Look, cocaine addiction, apartment eviction To add to the list of Beverly Hills victims Hold on you can see my vision Next to you let down on a nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) She live her whole life like tv And she do anything for everything Regular girl, Celebrity dreams She is...(90210) |
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| 3:56 |
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(Boy)Beautiful (x7)
Uh, Chip on my shoulder big enough to feed Cambodia see I Neva fit into they quotas Sneakers wasn?t fitting and my knees needed lotion long before I knew the significance of a comb I roam like phone with no vocal reception immigrant parents had me feeling like a step kid And black Americans Neva did accept me that?s why I grab so much when respect dig I Neva fit in with them light skins I felt the lighter they was the beta that they life is So I resented them and they resented me cheated on light skin, Dominique when we was seventeen I figure id hurt her she evidently hurt me and all women who had light features, see Id Neva let a light broad hurt me, that?s why I strike first and the verse cuts deep Chorus All my light skinned girls to my dark skin brothers Shades doesn?t matter heart makes the lover Boy you?re so beautiful boy you?re so beautiful shades doesn?t matter heart makes the lover Boy (beautiful caramel), Boy (beautiful coffeepot) Boy (Beautiful chocolate) Boy (Beautiful toffee) Boy (Beautiful pecan) Boy (beautiful licorice) (boy you?re so beautiful) Verse 2: Just another naughty head nigga hoping Wes snipes make my life a bit different In middle school I had to write to be timid I had beautiful words but girls never listened Listen, blacker the berry sweeter the powder well im fruit punch concentrate and they water Walk into my room thinking how to make moves ain thinking like a student but how ice t do it Light dudes had the girls looking there all year it?s not fair, the ones with the good hair Couldn?t adapt to naps I wear caps they nap and slept on me man I hate black Skin tone I wish I could take it back or rearrange my status maybe if I was khaki Associating light skin with classy the menstrual show showed a me that was not me Chorus Black is beautiful but, but ask them beautiful light girls if its black they attract to usually What if Barack skin was all black truthfully would he be a candidate or just a blackened community because black dudes tend to lack unity and them black girls ain on the tube usually Right Now at 23 I ain mad at them reds no more but for long time I had gone cold in Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back to reds I ain know how to act They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act a defense mechanism what I thought that I lacked Chorus |
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Lookin at, lookin at, lookin at me Look at that, look how they lookin at me Eyes all sticky like honey on bees Look at that, look at how they lookin at me Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin My name WALE and I came to get It Came to get it, came to get it My name Wale Shit.. This how you start of 09 Kickin in the door, and I'm everybody problem Stuntin in some other Jordan Nines I got Phil Knight talkin about "How you got them? " Let's talk about the cars ya'll got You say you got alotta whips, well I got a lot I got the right to be cocky Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me You niggas mad that you not me I remain a Giant and your Jeremy Shockey And if you ain't heard me properly If you speak garbage, then we no capice DC chillin, PG chillin, floor to the ceilin Stuntin in my Billion-Air, gear on my Millionaire Frames, that's money on my mind, WALE Get em all, get em all, pack it all up Stack up your funds like a million bucks Across the pond, they all know us International... Whoaaaa! Driving my car to a foreign place Lookin at me, now they know my face We want it all now, we got all yes Look At That, Look at how they lookin at us Yea, they keep sayin whale but my name Wal-e Ho's call me "Mr. Never Wear The Same Thang" You redundant, you never ever change And I'm the same way, M.I.A. And me Cool and Dre get high like planes Your man Wale in his own damn lane Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard DC since Sardines came Ha! And I made ya'll love it We don't cop plea's, but ya'll don't cop nothin Police come around don't nobody say nothin And you be with the cops, you niggas is McLovin Dark liquor till we busted Till I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullen District Of Columbia You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya! Get em all, get em all, pack it all up Stack up your funds like a million bucks Across the pond, they all know us International... Whoaaaa! Driving my car to a foreign place Lookin at me, now they know my face We want it all now, we got all yes Look At That, Look at how they lookin at us Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin My name WALE and I came to get It Came to get it, Came to get It My name Wale Dre, pick 'em, ah, pick'em, I'll shut em all down Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene Folarin be ballin for all ya'll to see Ain't I something? The way I'm stuntin My material girls give 'em A-Rod money! LV on my luggage Them Bammas goin hate, and I love it, fuck 'em Lookin at, lookin at, lookin at me Look at that, look how they lookin at me Eyes all sticky like honey on bees Look at that, look at how they lookin at me DC chillin, PG chillin My name WALE and I came to get It Came to get it, came to get It My name Wale |
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| 11. |
| 3:34 |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Dear sweetheart, wassup boo Whatchu up to? More club moves? I call her, no answer Her phone in the bag, she dancing Its four now, the clubs over I call her, but oh hold up Yall know what? ignore button Or the phone die, lets hope for it That damier bag I bought her Caught the attention of those niggas on it That cellphone that I bought Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers So it leaves me to wonder Why do I still promise to love her? Cut me off every time I'm talking Which means she ain't never hear nothing I say "stay", she wanna leave She get her point across so I gotta let her be Ima let her be by herself in peace But five years from now I bet she see When the club gets played The things you crave are no longer escapes And no longing for dates You want a husband, but no one has a cape Now you wondering "wait" And I aint trying to hear what you wanting to say It feels good to be over you, babe So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate play this shit while you contemplate play this shit while you contemplate <i>[Chorus]</i> Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing <i>[Verse 2]</i> Them people, they talking Them lights, they on me This life I chose But I aint know, til I found it To be honest, I'm modest One hater for every nigga on it One day everybody is applauding The next day you is everybody target Why bother? why talk to em? Where God at? I need to call Him My knees on the ground, Dear Father Don't let me break, please make me stronger How much longer, will it linger? Well my heart is giving will they believe it When my song is over will they need me? Watch how quickly they find a new leader Questioning the whole meaning In the viper room with just me and river phoenix With courtney love and late washington With a note there and I'm thinking of reading This aint her, chris benoit Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark Feel the size of a fellas ...? & low Apollo theater I might just not go Franky lymon the lime light gets old Cold so in a while I'm schitzo I cant cope, I cant think I cant breathe, this aint me This aint easy, I'm thinking Am I doing this for them or me? I cant think, am I doing this for them or me? <i>[Chorus]</i> Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing |
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If I told you I wanted to talk to you, you know
You'd think I'm tryin' to holler at you And maybe I am, but you wouldn't hear me out anyways would you? Rather lose love than to move on never knowin' what it feels like Short days, long nights by the phone, no call Need a clear mind cuz I been blind got me goin down that road Heart made of stone Far away from home, Black woman c-c-cold Every problem that you ever had with another man, i gotta face Started off on thin ice i'm still here but i can't skate Slow sink, can't breathe No remorse, don't think Listen to your friend, Get another man for a minute then repeat Queen, You deserve the title But she rejects what i give While she nurse the wounds by them Tried them, didn't work Got impossible standards, Nothin' I do's gonna work Diary of a black girl [Chorus:] I wonder why I sit and cry, wish I could shed all these tears I'm down and out, I'll keep on movin' and tryin' to get out I don't know how to move on, where I went wrong Wish I could live with no fears So down and out, I'll keep it movin' and try to get out, somehow Black girl Raise by a momma who, hates the baby father, so She don't have a problem with, sayin' "fuck a nigga" quick I'm just tryin' to be the one who never run, but you run away from me Your girlfriend's men cheat, why not me the same thing She can't see in me, what I see in her This pain she inherit, can't be reversed I can even stay livin' in the shade above the motherfuckers that played ya The irony in that is I ain't even that but you put it in those pages Wife, you deserve the label, But you been hurt before, So you sore, and don't feel you're able Tried them, didn't work Got impossible standards, Nothing that i ever do'll work Diary of a black girl [Repeat Chorus:] (2x) See all I ever want to do is be relevant, Just tell me that I ever meant, Anything or that you could ever see me and you in another light, But it's like the dark winter-endures the darkest nights, By the wrong men, Mostly all of them, Have made you somewhat incapable, Of a first impression, What I do is channel my aggression, With no cable, Or antenna just intentions To impress you, If capable, Hoping that the material possessions can materialize a better you, Cars-nothing I drive Can drive better this frame of mind With such an ugly picture in the end, Money-Nothing I buy Can buy me more time For your ears to say to your heart to listen Diamonds-A girls best friend, Is what they say, But believe me with the right allegiance shorty you gonna shine anyways, And every day that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary, The day before is better than the present, So anyone presented in her presence, Endures her life-sentences- No key for release no reason to be around, Her mind's in the clouds, She writes it all down, In her diary... See all I wanna do is be relevant, Just tell me that I ever meant anything more, That you could ever see me and you in another light, But its like the dark women indoors in the darkest nights by the wrong man, See all of them have made you incapable of a first impression, What it do is I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna, Just intentions to impress you if capable, Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you, Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this state of mind, For such an ugly picture and, Money, nothing I buy can buy more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it, Diamonds, a girls best friend is what they say but believe me with the right allegience shorty you gonna shine anyways, And everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary, The day before is better than the present, So anyone presented in her presence is doing these life sentences, Theres no key for release, No reason to be around, Her minds in the clouds, She writes it all down, In her diary, |
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(Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale)
Babe you know it gets no better than this It's like, sunshine on a rainy day It's like a high, could you take me away Take me away, away. It's a beautiful bliss When you feel like this (beautiful bliss) When you spill out hits (beautiful bliss) When you fly as a bitch And you ride with tints And you aint bothered a bit now baby (Verse 1 - Wale) Fresh out the airport Fresh out the chair with the clippers Like Sean living, thinking, hmm I'm trying to get it like Sean get it If lord giveth a mill and a milf light skinded A slight blemishes and life system But I'm giving it foundation when I write lyric That anvil night hard minus bright knickers Maybe not quite the star but my hearts in it When Bret Hart meet Brett Favre A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four You see my figure more or less stick some more On your vest then my larynx and lungs and this voice I project My project is like what pros inject And niggas so fly I should be droved in jets Its ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke You see dem boys sign me to the scope right (Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale) (Verse 2 - J.Cole) I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal And tell dem niggas at the top we want your spot we are for real And yet we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels So you best be on your toes nigga Especially on your flows nigga Cause man they keep on checking for me especially all your hoes nigga Catch me on your doorstep you see me let me in All I wanna do is eat I'm like a freaky lesbian Now all I wanna do ball on tv knee E S P N They heard I'm bout to blow so all my enemies say lets be friends And all these rappers know just where im bout to go so catch me then Where all the girls we knew that scream "fuck you" Gon let me in, I'm definiately in a class of my own At dinner with HOV hoping that he pass the baton He just pass the patron Ain't nothing given dog its earned if you just living dog you learn I let you niggas see the light I'm like the prison yard I yearn For that living large but mama I ain't done yet Sit back and watch your son rise Kick back & know your son set Forever I ain't run yet and never will Nas told me lifes a bitch Pac said fuck the world and I aint come yet You up yet? My punchlines like gut checks I'm raw dog I'm rough sex I'm on deck I'm up next I'm godbless I'm success so fuck stress You can get the fuck from round me And if you listening know you wondering Where the fuck they found me I'm from the ville boy Hey Wale... good lookin' (Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale) (Verse 3 - Wale) Another day up in my ES Wish it was an LS But elastic is my wallet, fuck it I don’t be stressed like relaxed.. muscles Your feedback aint flexing And you can keep it running, like a muffler When we not in summer They like A list actors they not no stunners Too much practice now for me to malfunction So any beat that function I breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if shes naked Its like a view of paintin or a lakehead This just how beautiful my day is Peep me how im raising up the capital for Nathan Capital I'm raising like I'm through punctuating Or shift keys or an I placement cause Shift the keys get your capital raised up (Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale) |
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Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy I focus on the void and I fill it Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and give up So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero From here on a heroin like high, I give off Live off my lie and my lullaby They itchin' for a new breath here's the calamine And I refuse to camoflauge with other guys You see my mind is amused of they head noddin' I so got 'em, as hypnosis of hip-hop 'cause, when I talk they don't just watch I make 'em feel it, the feelin's' unfamiliar A rush of your adrenaline you can pick up a buildin' You can become a killer, if properly scripted The first one's free, next time I'll be billin' ya Here go your prescription <i>[x3]</i> Take your prescription Don't let the pain getcha I swear my lane will provide as a painkiller A painkiller, a 16 of Percoset Just let it chill Joe That lil' burn that you feel, feel good don't it? Just sit back and relax and take it easy And let the beat play Close your eyes, whoever uninspired Pay me no mind, I put Adderol in y'all's Riddle them with Ritalin, attention deficit Niggas start listenin', and what I'm givin' them The drug that they brain need Them niggas sick of hip-hop so they appointed me And I invened but the IV inside of me And ignorance was drug of choice but they OD'd Couldn't alone leave 'em I am the sole leader The young soul that the OG's still believe in And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them I breathe life in the game, they are Kevorkian They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all y'all Don't gotta wait long The doctor has arrived just be patient Please, please Here go your prescription <i>[x3]</i> Take your prescription <i>[Talking:]</i> See, they say one has to know the past to last in the present. So I, bask in the weather while the presence of these laggers lend me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren. My nigga this is more than a vocal booth, this is my, only truth, this is my risin' up. So you can ask Black Thought if I know my Roots. Shit, before you? uest my Love for this, just know we would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P. And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'. So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironically I'm askin' you the same question partna'. I am hip-hop. Past, present and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound like the present Sigo and make it feel like a sequal to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale, the prescription. |
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