Pocket Full Of Paper - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Pocket Full Of Paper
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Aldrin Davis, David Darnell Brown

Lyric:
6 1 5, Cashville, we buck, yeah
Toomp, I got you, ****
A.T.L. to Cashville, ****
Aiyyo Jeezy, whattup ****?
Aiyyo, it's on me tonight, ****
Let's get it

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

It's Young, Jizzle and the homie, Buck
We still ridin' dirty, think we givin' a ****?
Headed 75 South for 75 blocks
Hundred miles an hour, past 75 cops

And straight to the mac, hit 75 spots
And I'm back down, Atlanta, copped 75 drops
So on first sip, I made about a grand
You ask me what I need, I tell 'em bring the whole van

All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans
I know the yayo, you should see me bag ****
See cuz, over there, he'll **** ya **** for nothin'
C.T.E. and ****, we buckin', ****

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Let me go and show you **** what my whip game like
I whip it to the left and whip it to the right
I mix it with the Sprite and flip it with the whites
See I make my own price 'cause I take my own flights

I still got my ski mask, still need cash
Still got them eighteens as if you want a half
That's 11, 5, a piece, dawg, if ya do the math
But I do it for the ten for my **** in the cab

Got a **** in Decatur, she shake it for the paper
So when I make it rain, I just get it back later
See cuz, over there, he'll kill ya **** for nothin'
6 1 5, Cashville, we buckin'

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ho
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you
Jack boys, jack boys, whatchu gon' do?
Run up and the [Incomprehensible] put the thang on you

Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup
Tell them haters, catch up, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****

I ain't playin' 'bout my money, I hit ya **** up
**** **** right there so they can pick ya **** up, yeah
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****
****, you better buck, ****, ****, you better buck, ****, yeah

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Crash Street Kidds - Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

Title: Crash Street Kidds
Artist: Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): I Hunter

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Lyric:
See my thoughts and then see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?ll get done, you?ll get done, you?ll get done)

Heed my faults and heed my curse
Heed my frustration, you just don?t know
A new town nothing, send for the hearse

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire
I?m getting too tired to resist
We?ll torture your flats
You keep us like rats

Then you tell ?em we?re brats
And the press twist our fist
Get me out of this mess

Hear me swear, hear every word
I ain?t just a number, I wanna be heard
A TV announcer he talks to the scum

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain?t been solved, I?m uninvolved
I?ve been annulled and I can?t seem to prove it
And you?re so pure, you know the cures
Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(One?s your son, one?s your son, one?s your son)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re too late, you?re too late, you?re too late)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? )

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re exposed, you?re exposed, you?re exposed)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now you?re closed, now you?re closed, now you?re closed)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead)
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

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Look At Granny Run Run - Lyrics - Ry Cooder

Title: Look At Granny Run Run
Artist: Ry Cooder
Composer(s): Jerry Ragovoy, Mort Shuman

Lyric:
Said, "Look at Granny run, run
Grandpa runnin' close behind
Look at Granny run, run
There's somethin' on Grand-Daddy's mind"

Because he went to the doctor
Got a brand new pill
The doctor said
"Son, you ain't over the hill"
He can't sit still
Great, gosh, Almighty, won't you?"

Look at Granny run, run
(Granny, you better run)
Faster than a Greyhound bus
(Somebody's callin' you)

Look at Granny run, run
(Granny, you better run)
Now Grandpa is gettin' serious
(Somebody's callin' you)

Well, he woke up
In the middle of the night
Said, "Look a here baby
Everything's alright"
It was such a sight
Great, gosh, Almighty, won't ya?

Well, look at Granny run, run
(Granny, you better run)
Grandpa's runnin' closer now
(Somebody's callin' you)

No matter how she run, run
(Granny, you better run)
He gonna catch her anyhow
(Somebody's callin' you)

Oh well, he jumped up
And he began to shout
And Granny come a runnin'
With her mouth poked out

He said, "Look here, pretty mama
Stop your carryin' on
All I want's a little lovin' just before I'm gone
Ain't done nothin' wrong"
Oh hear my Lord, singin',
Great, gosh, Almighty, won't ya?

Granny, you better run
Somebody's callin' you

Look at Granny run, run
(Somebody's callin' you)
Granny run, run
(Somebody's callin' you)

Won't you look her run, run?
(Somebody's callin' you)
Granny run, run
(Somebody's callin' you)

Granny run, run
(Somebody's callin' you)
Look at Granny run, run
(Somebody's callin' you)

(Somebody's callin' you)
Look at Granny run, run
(Somebody's callin' you)

Well, I feel like my time ain't
(Long)
Time ain't
(Long)
Time ain't
(Long)

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Run For Your Life - Lyrics - Sammy Hagar

Title: Run For Your Life
Artist: Sammy Hagar
Composer(s): Pidgeon Goul

Lyric:
There's a line, for every lover
In the makeup on your face
There's a look in your eye
Says you realize your fate

And you've a mind, to rediscover
Tho we're half way through the race
And the neon lights keep calling you
To this place

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Well, your nights were filled with laughter
Now your days are fallin' rain
And your wondering when those stars
Are gonna shine again

You've got photographs to remind you
Of all the faces that you knew
But I'm sure they've got no time
To think of you

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Hey, Little Miss Lonely
Tho your world is falling apart
You've got a feeling inside you
And loving in your heart

Hey, Little Miss Lonely
Don't you waste your life away
You put the bad times behind you
Tomorrow's a brand new day
(Yeah)

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Miss Lonely
There'll be better days, and you can find the way
Ohh, Miss Lonely
There'll be better ways, and you can find them, someday

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on

Run for your life, girl
The band has packed away
You better run for your life, girl
Get away

Run for your life, girl
The band has moved on
You'll be runnin', for your life
From now on
...

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Down Under - Lyrics - Men At Work

Title: Down Under
Artist: Men At Work
Composer(s): Ron Strykert, Colin Hay

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Lyric:
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And he said

"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men sunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said

"Oh! do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

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Ha (Hot Boys Remix) - Lyrics - Juvenile

Title: Ha (Hot Boys Remix)
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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Ha - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Ha
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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Ha (Jay-Z Remix) - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Ha (Jay-Z Remix)
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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Ha (Hot Boy Remix) - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Ha (Hot Boy Remix)
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Mannie Fresh, Shawn Carter, Terius Grey

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Lyric:
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fuckin' it up, ha
Them bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You tryin' to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha

You want your Momma livin' good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flippin' the tongue, ha

You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look somethin' like mine, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with glocks, ha

And you like it when we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be lovin' them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

You heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They from the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You niggaz know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha

You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people pullin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step

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Philosophofee - Lyrics - Ima Robot

Title: Philosophofee
Artist: Ima Robot
Composer(s): Alex Ebert, Oliver Goldstein, Joey Waronker, Justin Meldal-Johnsen, Tim Anderson

Lyric:
If you can find your pretty way back home, run, run, run
A girl like you ought to have known but you can't
You're my sun starved passenger on my twisted highway
Always looking backwards run, run, run, run, run, run

So so look at me go go running to be free
I'm so happy that you're so happy for me
Oh it makes you cry but it's my philosophofee

Well something told me to run from you but I got that curse
Now I can't tell if I am bad or I am worse
But if you hold tight we could rocket from Mars to the stars
If you'd like we could live in the cars with the scars
If you'd like we're plenty of things, memories just to make it hurt

Oh you're my sun starved passenger on my twisted highway
Always looking backwards, Heaven help, if there is one

So so look at me go go running to be free
I'm so happy that you're so happy for me
Oh it makes you cry but it's my philosophofee
Oh oh it makes you cry but it's my philosophofee
Well alright now

If you see me coming girls, just start your running
Better run run run run
Now you see me coming just start your running
Better run run run

Run run run run
Run run
Run run run run

So so look at me go go running to be free
I'm so happy that you're so happy for me
Oh it makes you cry but it's my philosophofee
Oh oh, I hate to see you cry it's my philosophofee
Now let me set you free

If you're confused and you're scared and got the blues
Better run run run run
Now you're confused and if you've got the blues
Better run run run run run run

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Nothin' To Lose - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Nothin' To Lose
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
I got nothin' to lose, I'm goin' all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin' into the night, right
Pigs comin' up and shinin' the bright light

Nothin' better to do, than fuck with the pride
When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy club show me no love, think you above
All the fuss and the locs is rushin' in too close

Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the label
You got nothin' to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew

Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
With the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
Sword blade swingin' you back off away
And the track off the real, straight off the hill
What the deal, motherfucker?

I got nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose you gonna fall out
Time run out
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run out

Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose, you gonna fall out
Time run out
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run out

I'm goin' all out, showin' y'all what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, knockin' niggaz out
Takin' this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin' there till the rhymes all drained

All out my system, take 'em and then I twist 'em
Put 'em out one day and see, who wanna diss 'em
As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement

Comin' with the thunder and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
So I keep the writing, down for the fighting
Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
And let me take space up, heat your face up
I'm goin' all out, before the raise up

I got nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose you gonna fall out
Time run out
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run out

Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose, you gonna fall out
Time run out
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run

Come on, come on
I'm goin' all out, nothin' to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin' in times run out
In the present smell the presence of what you stressin'
You get sent a lesson ain't missin' the point blessin'

Expression, feelin' the tension over the session
The question, fillin' your body with intention
Don't mention the profession, keep adressin'
The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention

I'm goin' the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
You better stall me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be settin' the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace

No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of furies
Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got nothin' to lose so I gat fools with this

I got nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose you gonna fall out
Time run out
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run out

Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose, you gonna fall out
Time run out
(I'm goin' all out)
Nothin' to lose
(I'm goin' all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run

Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again
Comin' to your record shop
Check this out, we ain't takin' no prisoners
We choppin' heads off
And you steppin' at me, you better be goin' all out, baby
This is war, baby, from now until the new millennium

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Real Niggaz - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Real Niggaz
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Thomas Dolby, Red Spyda, Albert Johnson, Joe Kerr, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
Yeah, y'all know what it is
Infamous has just entered the building
Yeah, yeah, mama
Keep doing that just like that I like that
But you got one problem
You hanging with some real clowns over there
They some real clown killers
Shooting off in the air like that
Aye, yo, son where my real thugs n' them at

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

One hammer, two hammer, three hammers, four
H got drama with you I'm bringin' it to your door
We get money on tours cuffin' them broads
While we sluttin' them all then passin' them off

Peelin' off in that Bentley Coupe
Got ma wettin' them draws
You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
She know once that she up in that ride

And we get pulled, the hammers goin' in between her thighs
Need a chick got to explain a thing
She hip to it the games in her blood
And down for the grind till the death rep MOBB

You a problem with it then you know where to reach me
I give them the business, no mirrors or smoke screens
Either you live it you live it or you just frontin'
This rap shit for life, P thats my CoD
We go back like staircases and OE, stop playin'

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

Nigga you thought wrong, now look at you now
Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
But you was just hollerin' about
Infamous this infamous that

Your mouth was going off
Meanwhile we counts money piles
Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore
But we prefer plastic now

It's nothin' like when its your tour stackin' cash on the floor
Saran wrap to the top jumpoffs won't fall down
It's not my cash your bitch love, it's how I kill it on the song
And she get a taste of the dick, she open now

It's shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought
I got alot of gall that's what the bitch haal
While I'm leavin' her sight my heart is real cold, real hard on a hoe
But much much harder for the dough
It be a bloody slaughter when we through

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

So don't get mad 'cuz your hoe probably suckin' the kid
Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live
Teach her all about life and the bees and birds
And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs

And how I stick, and I move all you see is a blur
Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir
And can't nobody squash this beef
You get it on with us then you up shits creek, queens clique

Don't have me puttin' these bullets all in your ass
Your era is done and your time is passed
We better and these is the simple facts
You real rusty, my niggaz is built to last

And it's on, we runnin' around with our guns
Jewelery fit for pharaohs around our necks dun
In O four our thuns get the O six trucks
Oh, Lord, there is no savin' us

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

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Real N***Az - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Real N***Az
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Thomas Dolby, Red Spyda, Albert Johnson, Joe Kerr, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Yeah, y'all know what it is
Infamous has just entered the building
Yeah, yeah, mama
Keep doing that just like that I like that
But you got one problem
You hanging with some real clowns over there
They some real clown killers
Shooting off in the air like that
Aye, yo, son where my real thugs n' them at

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

One hammer, two hammer, three hammers, four
H got drama with you I'm bringin' it to your door
We get money on tours cuffin' them broads
While we sluttin' them all then passin' them off

Peelin' off in that Bentley Coupe
Got ma wettin' them draws
You know I keeps them in that birthday suit
She know once that she up in that ride

And we get pulled, the hammers goin' in between her thighs
Need a chick got to explain a thing
She hip to it the games in her blood
And down for the grind till the death rep MOBB

You a problem with it then you know where to reach me
I give them the business, no mirrors or smoke screens
Either you live it you live it or you just frontin'
This rap shit for life, P thats my CoD
We go back like staircases and OE, stop playin'

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

Nigga you thought wrong, now look at you now
Look like sandwich meat with the ketchup sauce
But you was just hollerin' about
Infamous this infamous that

Your mouth was going off
Meanwhile we counts money piles
Till our fingertips green and them shits is sore
But we prefer plastic now

It's nothin' like when its your tour stackin' cash on the floor
Saran wrap to the top jumpoffs won't fall down
It's not my cash your bitch love, it's how I kill it on the song
And she get a taste of the dick, she open now

It's shiny like a door and I don't pay the bitch no thought
I got alot of gall that's what the bitch haal
While I'm leavin' her sight my heart is real cold, real hard on a hoe
But much much harder for the dough
It be a bloody slaughter when we through

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

So don't get mad 'cuz your hoe probably suckin' the kid
Attracted to the lifestyle of how us gangsters live
Teach her all about life and the bees and birds
And how I shut that shit down when the beef occurs

And how I stick, and I move all you see is a blur
Yo I'm a cool ass dude until you push me sir
And can't nobody squash this beef
You get it on with us then you up shits creek, queens clique

Don't have me puttin' these bullets all in your ass
Your era is done and your time is passed
We better and these is the simple facts
You real rusty, my niggaz is built to last

And it's on, we runnin' around with our guns
Jewelery fit for pharaohs around our necks dun
In O four our thuns get the O six trucks
Oh, Lord, there is no savin' us

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real niggaz not havin' to stand up
Niggaz better run or you'll be pickin' your man up
Clappin' at whoever I ain't even in handcuffs

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang

I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
I never leave without the thing
Infamous know how we bang
Hit it

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Run Like Hell - Lyrics - Oracle - Kittie

Title: Run Like Hell
Album: Oracle
Artist: Kittie
Composer(s): Dave Gilmour, Roger Waters

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Lyric:
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run

You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door
You'd better run

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run

You better run all day
And run all night
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You'd better park the car
Well out of sight
Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa

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Run Like Hell - Lyrics - Roger Waters

Title: Run Like Hell
Artist: Roger Waters
Composer(s): Dave Gilmour, Roger Waters

Lyric:
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run

You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door
You'd better run

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run

You better run all day
And run all night
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You'd better park the car
Well out of sight
Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa

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You Better Run - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: You Better Run
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Burston

Lyric:
I got no reason, to lie to you
What's in the cards, that's what I do
I was born a-running and laughing out loud
With my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds

You better run, baby you better run
I got a blade like lightning, silver bullets in my gun

I'm short and I'm tall, I'm black and I'm white
Sometimes I be wrong, sometimes I be right
I'm iron and steel, I'm bad to the bone
You come looking for trouble, honey don't you come alone

You better run, oh baby you better run
I got a blade like lightning, silver bullets in my gun

I seen 'em come, and I seen 'em go
I seen things and been people, that nobody knows
I'm talking in pictures and I'm painting them black
I seen Satan coming honey, in a big black Cadillac

You better run, baby you better run, oh yeah
I got a blade like lightning, silver bullets in my gun

Watch out

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Long Dark Night - Lyrics - Revival - John Fogerty

Title: Long Dark Night
Album: Revival
Artist: John Fogerty
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
George is in the jungle
Knockin? on the door
Come to get your children
Wants to have a war

Come on
Lord, you better run
Be a long dark night
Before this thing is done

Brownie?s in the outhouse
Katrina on the line
Government?s a disaster
But George, he says it?s fine

Come on
Lord, you better run
Be a long dark night
Before this thing is done

Rummy?s in the kitchen
Messin? with the pan
Dickie?s in the back
Stealin? everything he can

Come on
Lord, you better run
Be a long dark night
Before this thing is done

You better run
You better run
Lord, you better run
You better run

Runnin? down the highway
Shoutin? to the Lord
George?s got religion
And you know he can?t afford more, yeah

Lord, you better run
Be a long dark night
Before this thing is done

Be a long dark night
Before this thing is done
Oh Lord

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Wake Up - Lyrics - New Found Power - Damageplan

Title: Wake Up
Album: New Found Power
Artist: Damageplan
Composer(s): Darrell Lance Abbott, Patrick A. Lachman, Vincent Paul Abbott

Lyric:
Wake up

Our lives are entwined, can't escape
But you and I have never stood face to face
Still I can't get away
Think that you can just step right in
Push me out and then fuck things all up again
It never seems to end

Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up
Wake up
Wake up

Cling to skeletons, fearing change
Paralyzed thinking, what the future will bring
You're killing everything
Pure adrenaline, I tear in
Hatred is my fuel truth dissects you again
And you've run out of friends

Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up

And now it's time, the countdown begins
Extracting the truth, what was from what is
But once and for all we lay it to rest
And never look back again
Never again, never again
Never again, never again

I can't believe all the things done to me
Sight unseen
You don't know one fucking thing but you
Judge me

Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up

Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up 'cause you know it's a lie
Do you think that you're better than me?
You better wake up

Wake up
Wake up

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