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(Intro Music)
(John Mayer) Bittersweet, You're gonna be the death of me. I dont want you, but I need you. I love you and hate you at the very same time. Bittersweet. (Kanye West) See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad. "Never did this before," thats what the virgin says. "We've been generally warned," thats what the surgeon says. God talk to me now. This is an emergency. (Verse 1) And she claim she only wit' me for the currency. You cut me deep bitch cut me like surgery. And I was too proud to admit that it was hurtin' me. I'd never do that to you, at least purposely. We breakin' up again, We makin' up again, but we dont love no more, I guess we f**kin' then. Have you ever felt you ever want to kill her, and you mix them emotions with tequilla. And you mix that wit' a little bad advice, on one of them bad nights. Yall have a bad fight, and you talkin' bout her family her aunts and shit. And she say, "Muhf**ka yo mama's a bitch!" You know, domestic drama and shit. All the attitude. I'll never hit a girl, but I'll shake the shit outta' you. But imma' be the bigger man. Big pimpin like jigga man. Oh, I guess I figure its: (Chorus) (John Mayer) Bittersweet, You're gonna be the death of me. I dont want you, but I need you. I love you and hate you at the very same time. Bittersweet. (Kanye West) See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad. "Never did this before," thats what the virgin says. "We've been generally warned," thats what the surgeon says. God talk to me now. This is an emergency. (Verse 2) And my nigga said I shouldn't let it worry me. I need to focus on the girls we gettin' currently. But I've been thinkin' and it got me back to sinkin' in. This relationship, it even got me back to drinkin'. Now this Hennessey, is gonna' be the death of me. And I always thought that you havin' my child was our destiny, but I can't even vibe wit' you sexually. Cause every time that I try you will question me. Saying, "You f**kin them girls, disrespecting me? You don't see how your lies is affectin' me? You don't see how our life was supposed to be? And I never let a nigga get that close to me! And you ain't cracked up to what you was supposed to be! You always gone! You always be where them hoes will be!" And it's the first time she ever spilled her soul to me. (Chorus) (John Mayer) Bittersweet, (Kanye West)( - I f**ked up and I know it, G) (John Mayer) You're gonna be the death of me. (Kanye West)( - I guess it's bittersweet poetry) I dont want you, but I need you. I love you and hate you at the very same time. Bittersweet. (Keyshia Cole vocals) You're gonna be the death of me. I don't want you, but I need you. I love you and hate you at the very same time (Keyshia Cole vocals) See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad. "Never did this before," thats what the virgin says. "We've been generally warned," thats what the surgeon says. God talk to me now. This is an emergency. (x2) Bittersweet. You're gonna be the death of me. I don't want you, but I need you. I love you and hate you at the very same time. (Outro music) |
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La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given much is tested Get arrested guess until he get the message I feel the pressure under more scrutiny And what'd I do Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry More Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama people suing me I'm on T V talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel man I ain't one of the Cosby's I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed them I guess I should've forgot where I came from La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life homie you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who decide wars So I parallel double parked that mother fker sideways Old folks talking 'bout back in my day But homie this is my day Class started two hours ago oh am I late No I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen Then say something where you gon end up apolog'in Let me know if it's a problem then A'ight man holla then La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash Let that man get cash let that man get past You don't need to stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors he can drive off fumes Cause how he move in a room full of No's How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes Must be the pharoahs he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure what's you pleasure Life is a uh depending how you dress her So if the devil wear prada Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between but way more fresher But way less effort cause when you try hard That's when you die hard Ya'll homies looking like Why God When they reminisce over you my God La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse me is you saying something Uh uh you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh you can't tell me nothing La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right |
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Plain Pat What up (owww)
Uh [x18] I've always been the same since back in the day Always felt like we should get paid We are magazine or we get played Why did he say "I don't know ask Gabe" Now I'm on the magazines where the roses are Poppin' champagne in that rosedon Won a few awards then we went on tour And yup in ma bag a whole bag of porn [haha] Magazines hate him, then they loves him Then they hate him (we hate him), f**k it what to say then? (f**k it) Cover of the fader (yeah) Now I'm on my way up Now you want me say what? huh you want me say what? I be talking my shit so I guess I'm a asshole. They can kick and push like Lu Fiasco And I guess everytime I'm just gon get in that mode So up to the press I guess miss that vote I did an interview the Rolling Stones Read the interiew, man the whole shit wrong Far as this shit go, you know the way I wanna go I need Al Gore to recount that vote You know [x4] uh [background] You think you really know but you have no idea You think you really know but you have no idea You think you really know but I'm right here You think you really know but you have no idea And I'm gon stay the same my whole career yeah I'm gon stay the same my whole career you know? |
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(Feat. Kanye West, Pharrell & Lupe Fiasco)
(Lupe Fiasco) Yeah, Just a lil bit (just a lil bit) And it goes Lifestyles of the rich and famous Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers And Some Mexican floral arrangers A great big TV that'll entertain us Some colorful commissions for some high paid painters Someone to take the wrap so that I stay stainless And A new relationship with a banker Two pinky rings for my manicured fingers A trained German Shepard that bark when it's angered To watch my possessions and look out for strangers And A 50 foot yacht with an anchor Young supermodel that shall remain nameless Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes All the money in the world don't make it painless (no) (Chorus) (But they love it and they love it) The more you try to erase me (And they love it and they love it) The more that I appear, oh (and they love it and they love it) The more, the more you try to erase her The more that You appear (Kanye West) (Plain Pat what up?) Lifestyles of the broke and famous Let you know how crazy this game is Look at all the new beautiful faces At home supermodel, myspaces Long for their shot on the TV screens American Idol never seen these dreams Just last week they want to see ID Now they got you in VIP, huh? How many people almost famous You almost remember what they name is Like “Hey, didn't you play in..? No it couldn't be, quit playin” I try to keep that balance After MTV that's a Real World Challenge Back on that train Never to be heard from again… (Chorus) (But they love it and they love it) The more you try to erase me (And they love it and they love it) The more that I appear, oh (and they love it and they love it) The more, the more you try to erase her The more that You appear (Pharrell) G.R.I.P P.I.M.P I, any spelling bitch come on that's me I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye Like an eye-drop of Turpentine You can listen to the serpent, fine But the earth got gas once it burps its fine Someone around me they talk about the grease Not G.H.G, how to cook a quarter ki Talking all nasal, he aint over that cold No glove scrub, Manny just over that stove Perfect paradigm Wrong place wrong time Should have been Phizer, GlaxoSmithKline Number one chemist Look at him no blemish Egg shell off white like a DuPont finish Young, dumb, high strung, who could handle us I wonder how Gods gon' paint today's canvasses Cause who knew that day that man would just Go to VA with a Tec and spray campuses What a way to see the cover of Time I know that ***** wish he was standing in line To see it….As if he didn't do it. (Chorus) (But they love it and they love it) The more you try to erase me (And they love it and they love it) The more that I appear, oh (and they love it and they love it) The more, the more you try to erase her The more that You appear |
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Work it, make it, do it,
Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger! [played throughout] Work it harder make it better, Do it faster makes us stronger, More than ever, hour after hour, Our work is never over [played throughout] N-n-now that don't kill me, Can only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer. I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger. Man, I been waitin' all night now, That's how long I've been on ya. I need you right now, I need you right now. Let's get lost tonight, You can be my black Kate Moss tonight. Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight, And you don't give a fuck what they all say right? Awesome, the Christian and Christian Dior, Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore, I ask 'cause I'm not sure, Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness 'Cause right now thou hast forsaken us. You should be honoured by my lateness, That I would even show up to this fake shit, So go ahead, go nuts, go ape shit, Especially in my Pastelle, or my Bape shit, Act like you can't tell who made this, New gospel, homey, Take Six, and take this, haters. N-n-now that don't kill me, Can only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer. I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger. Man, I been waitin' all night now, That's how long I've been on ya. I need you right now, I need you right now. Me likey. I don't know if you got a man or not, If you made plans or not, But if God put me in your plans or not, I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot. But I know that God put you in front of me, So how the hell could you front on me? There's a thousand yous, there's only one of me. I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right? 'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night, So we gon' do everything that Kan like, Heard they do anything for a Klondike, Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke. And she'll do anything for the limelight, And we'll do anything when the time's right, Uh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger, oh! N-n-now that don't kill me, oh! Can only make me stronger, oh! I need you to hurry up now, oh! 'Cause I can't wait much longer, oh! I know I got to be right now, oh! 'Cause I can't get much wronger, oh! Man, I been waitin' all night now, That's how long I've been on ya. I need you right now, I need you right now. You know how long I've been on ya, Since Prince was on Apollonia, Since OJ had Isotoners, Don't act like I never told ya. Don't act like I never told ya. Don't act like I never told ya. Don't act like I never told ya. Don't act like I never told ya. Ugh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger. N-n-now that don't kill me, Can only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer. I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger. Man, I been waitin' all night now, That's how long I've been on ya. I need you right now, I need you right now, I need you right now, I need you right now. You know how long I've been on ya, Since Prince was on Apollonia, Since OJ had Isotoners, Don't act like I never told ya. You know how long I've been on ya, Since Prince was on Apollonia, Since OJ had Isotoners, Don't act like I never told ya. told ya Told ya Never told ya [x4] Never over. [x7] Harder, better, faster, stronger. Work it harder make it better, Do it faster makes us stronger, More than ever, hour after hour, Our work is never over [x4] |
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[Kanye West]
I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 1: Kanye West] N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like Wallace, I got the bounce like hydrolics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this bastard's flow will bash a skull And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo' Why you think, me and Dame cool, we ask hoes That's why we hear your music in fast fo' Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo' [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 2: Kanye West] N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee At NYU but she headed from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on campus Sent me a picture with a feelin on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib) I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib) I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lyin) Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes but GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you tryin' to blow back south Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyyo I though you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms And she's the bomb, boy she got the bouji behavior Always got somethin' to say like a bookee(?) playa hater Anyway, I don't usually fuck with a interneter (get her high) Birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin' that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it [Verse 4: Common] Get em high like noon, or the moon or a room filled with smoke A high filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still fill the notes With real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, should have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor, I stole on liver, niggaz than you You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin your Album, how come, you the hot garbage of The years clear your image is looped up Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper You dancin' for money like Honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retirin Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands KEEP EM HIGH And if ya losin yo high than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH |
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