Artist : the WEEPIES
Album : Be My Thrill

No money, no friends
You just passed the end
How do you get high?
You don't drink, don't smoke
You'll live long, you hope
How do you get high?

I'm down with no plans
One thing I don't understand
How do you get high?

Long pipe, big bowl
You feel good, you feel old
How do you get high?
You leave early, you stay late
You smile while your heart breaks
How do you get high?

Long past no hope
You're fixed, you're broke
How do you get high?
No money, no friends
You just passed the end
How do you get high?

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Artist : the WEEPIES
Album : Be My Thrill

Maybe if you came about
Maybe if you turned this ship around
If you waited this one out
and just put your head down

Oh, in your dreams you find out
Though it's not quite how you remember
In your dreams you find out
Everything's greener
You're still hard to please

Maybe if you lightened up
Maybe if you wrote that anthem
Raising high a Dixie Cup
Don't put your hand down

What is it worth to you to be a free someone?
What is it worth to you? What would you do?
Everything.

Maybe if you came about
Baby don't you run this ship aground
Feet of water in the well
but you can't keep her head down
No, you can't keep her head down

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Artist : the WEEPIES
Album : Be My Thrill

This is not a lullaby,
one that makes you close your eyes
Here's a song that will not try
to hold you in my arms

This is not a true love song,
one that lifts your heart along
Because you know it's being sung
to hold you in my arms

The rain it falls
right outside your door
and you know if you call
I'll be there, I'll be there
whatever you call me for

This is just a quiet tune,
to bring the light into your room
When I'm not right in front of you
to hold you in my arms

This is not a lullaby
to keep the clouds out of the sky,
to be sure you will not cry
when I hold you in my arms
I'm gonna hold you in my arms

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Artist : the WEEPIES
Album : Be My Thrill

Where we live spring comes early
Trees in bloom when the northern country
is covered in snow

A windy fitful day in winter
charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
and hope tomorrow is a sunny day

Where we live men are women
Women are teenage boys
and everyone wants to look like them,
but be like men

Rubens would have loved you
and painted you that way
With your pen and paper,
paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face
So thin, so thin she might blow away...

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Artist : the WEEPIES
Album : Be My Thrill

16 balloons against the blue
they're red, they're red like a dream come true
Sure it was enough to give them to you
to watch you let them go, let them go

Empty your hands
of overheard conversations
Empty your hands
static from the big bang
and dinosaur radio stations
Empty your hands
genocides in foreign nations
Empty your hands and look up

His eyes are wide and beautiful,
my own feel dull and old
They can't recall some buoyancy,
they've had too much to hold, let them go

Floating past a daytime moon
transparent as a shell
Rubies in a well, sixteen apples on a tree
we never would have seen
if his fingers weren't so free

Our baby learned to run today
in circles on the grass
His joyful face it radiates
These moments go so fast, let them go

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Artist : WEST, KANYE
Album : Dark Twisted Fantasy
(feat. Jay-Z, John Legend, Swizz Beatz)

[Jay-Z - Intro]
Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us, 'Ye
Power to the people

We're living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit
The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private
New watches (you know what time it is)
Watch us (you see us)
They can't stop us
The prophets
Beotches!

[Chorus: Kanye West]
No one man should have all that power (Yea!)
The clock's tickin, I just count the hours (Yea!)
Stop trippin, I'm tripin off the power
("No one man should have all that power!" - [King Crimson])

[Jay-Z]
Rumble young man, rumble
Life is a trip so sometimes we gon' stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, you'll feel like it's only one you
Man, you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, "Is that what it's all come to?"
Looking at life through sunglasses in the sunroof
Do you have the power to get out from up under you
Fuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you
They trying to ask who/Axl Rose you, (Welcome to the Jungle!)
To be continued, we're on that Norman Mailer shit
In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift
Tell 'em this!

[Kanye West]
No one man should have all that power...[echoes]

[John Legend (Kanye)]
Yea-ei-yea-ei-yea-ei-yea-ei-YEAAAAAAA-EAH
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
{"No one man should have all that power!" - [King Crimson]}

[Kanye West]
Now when I walk in everybody do the power clap - clap, clap, clap
Fresh for the club, I just took an half an hour nap - clap, clap, clap
I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap - Clap, clap, clap
My psyche was out the plug, now it's time to get the power back - Clap, clap

I've seen people abuse power, use power, misuse and then lose power
Power to the people, at last! It's a new hour
Now we all ain't gon' be American Idols
But you can 'least grab a camera, shoot a viral
Huuuh? Take the power in your own hands
I'm a grown man, doin my grown dance
I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch
I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit
No one man should have all that power
The clock's tickin, I just count the hours
Stop trippin, I'm trippin off the power
'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours

[John Legend]
EYY-YEAAAAH
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?)
Eh-ay, eh-ay, eh-ay, eh-ay (The power)

[Kanye West]
Now everything I'm rhymin on cause a Ramadon
Been a don prayin for families lost in the storm
Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran
So the next couple bars I'ma drop 'em in Islam
They say as-salaam alaikum, we say alaikum as-salaam/salam'
That's no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom
Now the question is how we gon' stop the next, Vietnam
Keep, Flex out of Korea 'cause you know we drop bombs!
[explosion and music stops]

[Swizz Beatz - breakdown as beat changes]
Showtime!
Aiyyo Yeezy man, stop playin wit these people man
They wanna see you act all crazy in this muh'fucker man
Take that jacket off an go crazy on them niggaz man
Ya'knahmtalkin BOUT? {"I GOT THE POWER!" - [Snap!]}

[Kanye West (Swizz Beatz)]
What do it mean to be the boss? (OH!)
It means second place is the first one who lost (OH!)
The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross (OH!)
The truth or fiction, it's a hell of a cost (BOP!)
Do the dishes, I'm 'bout to hit that Jeff Gordon (AY!)
Michael Jordan is the only one more important (AY!)
But I be feelin like Jordan when I'm recording (C'mon!)
'Cause everytime I record, I dunk and slam the booooards
I don't know what rappers gon' do afterwarrrrrds (OH!)
Prol'ly spaz like I might do at the awaaaaards (Right!)
Huh! I got the whole crowd goin CRAZY! (AY!)
Homey, I should be rewarded (WHOOOOOOO!)
Gettin money Yeezy, Yeezy how you do it, huh? (WHOOO!)
Eating Wheaties, drinkin Fiji, bein greedy, huh? (C'mon!)
Don't even think you can elude to the rumors (C'mon!)
I'm immune to the boos, I'ma PROVE to you losers -- {"I GOT THE POWER!" - [Snap!]}
(Huh!) It's all in timing, nigga (Get 'em!)
See I dream my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga (Get 'em!)
Now Jay my big brother, and B my lil' sister (Get 'em!)
And excuse me, but, you cain't see my lil' sister (HANDS IN THE AIR!)
Number one sound across the board - HEY! (OH!)
Number one now and forever more - HEY! (HEY!)
Number one rule is niggas gon' HATE!
Maybe I drop the album - naaaaah, y'all gotta wait (Oh!)
And on the net, they showin pictures of my Cali place
My Maybach in NY, but it still got the Cali plates
All my ol' gurls know that I'm the one that got away (Whoo!)
I think about her Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway (AY!)
And keep my bulletproof, hater coat on (Chill...chill! Chill! Yo!)
Lookin at some photos that I'm lookin crazy dope on
Hand up, talkin shit, yeah I get my Pope on (Yo!)
and go home with, somethin to poke on (WHOO!)
That's what Dre said, but this what 'Ye said (Huh!)
How 'Ye doin? Who 'Ye screwin? (Huh!)
That's for my dick to know, befo' you get to know 'em
She ain't gave you ass, that pussy fictional
I gotta give her the eviction no-tice
"Getcho ass out, bitch! Vamanos!"
Five seconds to the song end, we gettin close
I got the power muh'fucker if you didn't know

[Swizz Beatz - Outro]
Chill! Chill! Chill man!
Chill 'Ye, chill! Chill!
Chill! Shit's burned up already...
It's over

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Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103

Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White brains

All white everything [3x]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
[repeat]

I Gotta White Bent
White Pit
Even Gotta White Bitch
Wen I Say White I Mean Whiter Den A Light Switch
White This, White That In My White Sox Hat
Used 2 Hide Dem White Packs Where My White Socks At
Niggas Say He So White He Tellin A White Lie
Neva Sold No White And He Ain't Neva See A White Pie
Man I Swear To God I'm Being Followed By A White Guy
On Ya Boy Man I Mean Harder Den A White Tie
White Roll White Wheels Whiter Den Some White Pills
White S550 Sittin On Some White Hills
Niggas Thinkin Furs 4 Da Winter I'm Thinkin White Fox
Pull Up In The White Ford Dually On Sum White Shocks

Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White Brains

All white everything [3x]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
[repeat]

I Gotta White Lac, White Lade both got White Suede
Big White Crib, Inside Gotta White Maid
White Sinks, White Towels, White Rags, White Tiles
Wen I Say White I Mean Whiter Den Da White House
White Couch, White Pillows, White Candles, White Rugs
Since We Talkin White Jus Know I Had A White Plug
White Doors, White Walls Even Got Sum White Halls
Bathroom Coat White Floors In The White Stall
White Man, White Yard, White Trees, White Leaves
Go And Get My Mail In A Pair Of White Spike Lees
Yall Think I'm Trippin Wen I Say I Want A White Horse
Right inside the 5-9-9 I see the White Porsche

Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White brains

All white everything [3x]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
[repeat]

I Gotta All White Harley Jets Even Match My Boat Man
Get Dem White Boy Checks Ask My White Postman
White Socks, White Draws, Polo White Tee
Triple White Turbo Ooh I Think She Like Me
Past Right By A White Flash Like Wat Was That?
Niggas Still Wearin Fruity Stones Man Who Does That?
White Platinum Gold Rolly With The White Stones
Lookin Betta Den LisaRaye In A White Thong
Sumwhere On A White Beach In Some White Sand
Layin In A White Bucket Million White Snowman
White Sky, White Clouds, U Say Its A White Day
White Sky, White Clouds, I Say It Look Like Yay

Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White benz
White porsch
White bent
White range
White vet
White Brains

All white everything [3x]
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
[repeat]

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Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103
(feat. Bun B)

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
We getting money over here what it do pimpin
See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping
Hold up a yeah it's something wrong with it
If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on with it

[Bun B:]
Don't worry bout what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry bout how the fuck we dancing over here

[Young Jeezy:]
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it
And the pussy niggaz hating cause all the hoes on it
She ask me why I looked so mean
I said the Benz just boosted up my self-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink what I drink
Nigga think I ain't
No need to brag
Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big ass chain

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy:]
If you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
I'm trapping lil daddy gon' get them boulders off
And I'm a teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
She said she like my domineer
Between you and me I think she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah put it on me girl
Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere

[Chorus]

[Bun B:]
I gotta stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a house full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater with a heat from a cold gat
I'm posted up on a corner like a street light
Making sure the money move making sure I eat right
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines in a halfs
Even them old things grinding on them hash
Folding for doe mane
We all in the dope game
Buying and selling
You haters buying and telling
But what is my niggaz yelling

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Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103

Don't let me rip shit for ya
Still come through ya
Panoramic ass niqqas
Yeah I shoot right through ya
Hole in ya niqqa yeah you gonna need a ruler
The way I measure that you can call me the ruler
Walk up in this motherfucker like a walking cooler
Yeah I'm walking cooler niqqa thanks to my jeweler
Oh Kim wasabi
Big ballen is my hobby
I should buy a double u
And throw a party in the lobby
Said a homeboy told her
I was fucking roxy
Swear I hate niqqas
I should be a fucking Nazi
Don't know what you hear
Baby that could be a rumor
Stones in my ear yeah
That could be a tumor

Shawty redd on the track it's a hit
Yeah we got jizzle in the booth talkin shyt
Give it to ya hard cause we know u like that
Shawty tell em what it is they dont kno me like that
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)

Young jizzle what's wrong what are you sayin
Say sumtin wrong what's that what are u payin
It's 2010 and u payin patrick ewing
Last time I payed that number I was wearin patrick ewing
At the end of every song u be talkin bout work
I said as far as I'm concerned motherfucker u a jerk
Real niggas love it when I talk that shyt
Can't wear skinny jeans cause my glock won't fit
How u make it out the streets
I tell em Lourd knows
U met da feds outside
U betta off doin shows
Wat u play?
I said your goddamn right
They need a real nigga homie give me dat mic

Shawty redd on the track it's a hit
Yeah we got jizzle in the booth talkin shyt
Give it to ya hard cause we know u like that
Shawty tell em what it is they dont kno me like that
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)

Mine as well do this mutherfucker strapped up ain't I
Pull this mutherfucker out and blast a bitch can't I
I said I break that hoe down and unwrap a bitch can't I
Doin wat I wanna dnt have to ask a bitch can I
N after dis song I'm a make a dis album
One thing about u ain't makein this album
Young against the world when I was makein this album
Goin on my 4 feel like my 6 album
[?] grand I got all 3 thousand
Top 3 dead lie youg pocket 3 thousand
Paco said he was cool
Den y da fuck is he wildin
Ain't said shyt funny so y da fuck is u smilein

Shawty redd on the track it's a hit
Yeah we got jizzle in the booth talkin shyt
Give it to ya hard cause we know u like that
Shawty tell em what it is they dont kno me like that
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)
Go young on em go young on em (I'm goin young)

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Artist : YOUNG JEEZY
Album : TM 103
(feat. Plies)

[Intro - Young Jeezy]

[Chorus:]
Why y'all trippin, I'm just fine
Twelve forty five, 'bout that time
Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind
Drank like tank, blew my mind
This shit crazy, way too packed
Rosetti baby, waste two stacks
Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine
Can't spell sober, lose my mind

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I'm hearin' voices in my head think I'm schizophrenic
I swear they sayin' lets get it from another planet
Thirty six thousand times I'm doin' summer salts
Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off
I'm out my mind, yeah a nigga seein' double ya'll
Tell me what's the chance of jeezy fuckin' both of ya'll
She sad as long as we can do it with ya ice on
If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on
I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets
In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat
It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons
House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Plies]
Guess what my momma told me, she hate my partnas
Guess why she hate em though,
'Cause all of 'em robbin'
Fuck the police, 'cause all of 'em problems
White girls fun, 'cause all of 'em swallow
Why I ain't fuck her at the house, 'cause the bitch holla
And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin
All broke ass nigga, stop cock blockin'
Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin'
A half fuckin' mill, that's what the whip cost me
One-hundred dollars, that's what the pussy cost me
And when the nigga start hatin', that's when the nigga lost me
Fantastico, that's what the hoes call me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Drop the top, no bra, got da titties out
Mention my name and bring the whole city out
Doin' what I do best, d-boy stuntin'
New car, old money, d-boy stuntin'
Step in cleaner then a new glock-40
Nickname in the A, strapped up shorty
You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick
Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big
G-O, black shades and my black chains
But if you wouldn't understand,it's a black thing
You know we drink that rozay 'til we black out
Wake up, drink some more, pass back out

[Chorus]

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