Tag: UFO


Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle)




[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!




Sammy Hagar – Not 4 Sale lyrics




All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy my life
I sleep late
Black coffee, burnt toast, some tomato juice
Go online, check my email
A toothbrush and I’m all brand new
Then my guitar starts lookin’ at me
I start hummin’ this old melody
It sounds familiar, but that’s alright
It gets me by, it keeps me high
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
Yeah, I like drivin
Stay up late just lookin at the starts
Believe in God, believe in aliens
UFO’s in my backyard
And then the words come flyin out of me
I lay em down to a sweet melody
It sounds familiar but that’s alright
It gets me by, it keeps me high
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
All the money in the world
Yeah, it’s not perfect but it’s really, really fine
You come on, get some but ya stand in line
It’s all I got but I call it mine
Well, my friend’s worth a couple million
And he’s miserable as any man can be
He no fun, no sense of humor
That ain’t the way it’s supposed to be
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life or change my life, no
All the money in the world
Ain’t gonna buy my life cause
My life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
No, my life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
Can’t buy my life, my life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
All the money in the world
All the money in the world
Won’t make my life, change my life, buy my life cause
My life’s not 4 sale


Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle) (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lupe Fiasco & Gizzle – Jump (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


LUPE FIASCO – Jump lyrics


Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lupe Fiasco – Jump lyrics


Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lupe Fiasco feat. Gizzle – Jump Lyrics


(Verse 1 – Lupe Fiasco)
Gold medals, them my role models
Rolling old models, lowered old schools
Flowing cold and going gold follows
Flower bearing, call it petals to the floor
Power sharing, call it devils to the door
Power, power, til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be dropping at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trapping with no ni**as
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, cracking off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, Now here’s my proposition
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit em
Then we take em to the radio, the DJ better spin em
Then we take em to the record store and sell a couple million

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 2 – Lupe Fiasco)
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that Superstar s**t, she wanted something for the streets
Said it might take bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil more info on exactly what I write
Some details bout a female, bout your life and what you like
She said, My life is like a bi**h, and I’m just like my life
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them ni**as started bussing
Like that boycott was over and that….overcoming
She said, ni**a hit the gas, went from zero to a hunnid
Now we running from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hanging out the window with that thumper she was dumping
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cumming
We was swerving, jumped the curb
And di**hed the whip and started running
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathing hard
And she was sitting there smoking kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like What is this?
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, what the f**k?

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 3 – Gizzle)
Well now this the s**t I’m talking bout, the s**t that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bi**h feel right at home
Now where the bi**hes?
Get them intergalactic asses to clapping
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trapping
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn getting a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standing there just looking, ni**a? Turn that s**t up
Hop in some of this alien pu**y, let me know how it work
I’m just saying, I’m gong be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, ni**a, nah ni**a
I ain’t in no rush

(Verse 4 – Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy f**k that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flying saucer pilot
But first thing’s gong be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, ni**a

(Chorus – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
Ni**a we’re going home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care no!

(Outro – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do
Like I ain’t bout to pass up on all this s**t, you see this?
Like we time jumping and s**t
You wanna go back and do what, just rap?
You can rap up here!
Yeah ni**a, just rap
No you can’t, ni**a, this is space
You can’t, f**k that, we going home
DROGAS!


Frank Ocean – Self Control (Blonde Album)


[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Pool side convo about your summer last night, oh yeah
About your summer last night
Ain’t give you no play, mm
Could I make it shine last night?
Could I make it shine on it last night, last night?
Could we make it in? Do we have time?

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I’ll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight
Noses on a rail, little virgin wears the white
You cut your hair but you used to live a blinded life
Wish I was there, wish we’d grown up on the same advice
And our time was right
[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me, for me

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Now and then you miss it, sounds make you cry
Some nights you dance with tears in your eyes
I came to visit cause you see me like a UFO
That’s like never, cause I made you use your self control
And you made me lose my self control, my self control

[Chorus: Yung Lean + Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
(Nobody else, nobody else)
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it


Three Days Grace – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore


[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way that I feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Outro]
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore


Three Days Grace – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics


[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home,
When the moon is bleeding red.
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head.
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah,
Everybody’s on something here.
My godsend chemical best friend,
Skeleton whispering in my ear.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms,
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans.
My handshake, cellophane, landscape,
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can.
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red,
No hands on the steering wheel.
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show,
UFO obliterate the way that I feel.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore,
You don’t get me high anymore,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Outro]
High anymore,
High anymore,
High anymore,
High anymore.


Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics


[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way I feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Outro]
(High anymore)
(You don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore
(High anymore)
(You don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore


Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics

October 14, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics


I don’t like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head

Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My hand shake cellophane landscape
Mannequin (fakin’ it) the best I can.

It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho
Puppet show
UFO
Obliterate the way I feel

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

You don’t get me high anymore
(high anymore)
(you don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore


Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore (Three Album) letras

October 7, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore (Three Album) letras


I don’t like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My hand shake cellophane landscape
Mannequin (fakin’ it) the best I can.
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho
Puppet show
UFO
Obliterate the way I feel
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
(high anymore)
(you don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore


Google Ads