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Bricks Are For

Bricks are for inside broken homes
Don’t leave the door
Unless you’re ready to fall
And when they all go
Hang back on your own
Cause the place they’re headed for
Isn’t worth your love
 
And when he comes home
Dressed in all your clothes
You can tell that he knows
Where your mind has gone
 
Cause you’ve already taken off
 
Tell me if you see him
Tell me if he cares
Tell me if his eyes still move the same
 
Cause you’ve already taken off
 

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Bir Bardak Su Istedim Vermedi Gitti
Nedir Bu Senin Nazın Niyazın Bilmem
Ben Seni Almadan Şurdan Şuraya Gitmem

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Get Em High

I'm trying to catch the beat, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat
I'm trying to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat
 
Now, throw your motherfucking hands
Get 'em high
All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man
Get 'em high
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands
Keep 'em high
And if your losing your high then smoke again
Keep 'em high
 
Now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was going through hella problems
'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college
My teacher said I'm a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow my heart,
And if you follow the charts, or the plaques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back
You see I'm so Chi that you thought it was bashful
But this bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don't usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't give you that money that you asking for
Why you think me and Dame cool? We're assholes!
That's why we hear your music in fast forward
'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more
 
Now, throw your motherfucking hands
Get 'em high
All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man
Get 'em high
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands
Keep 'em high
And if your losing your high then smoke again
Keep 'em high
 
Now who the hell is this?
E-mailing me at eleven twenty six, telling me that she thirty six-twenty six, plus double D
You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubbly
At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chilling on campus
Sent me a picture with her feeling on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's getting 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, lyrics stick to your rib)
I mean
(That's my favorite CD that I play in my crib)
I mean
(You don't really know him, why is you lying)
You Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line
She's gonna think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high
 
Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes
But never mind, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out
And my rhymes is finna blow you trying to blow backs out
Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, ayo
Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your mom?
She's the bomb, but she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like an OK player hater
Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the Internet
Or chicks on birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fucking that much, you trying 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 bubble kush and a sister could get a hit of it
 
Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
You all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
The real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control
Rap is not a used to but still got love
That's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs, it's like Tiger Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you
You's 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 too sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
Too many featured MCs, and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her
Album, how come, you the hot garbage of
The year, It's clear your image is snooped up
Label got you souped up, telling you you're 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 infra red across your head Imma bred King like Simba
Boulder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a MC with a temper
You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
Spitting through wires and fires, MCs retiring
Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
 
Now, throw your motherfucking hands
Get 'em high
All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man
Get 'em high
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands
Keep 'em high
And if your losing your high then smoke again
Keep 'em high
 

Lookin Ass (Lookin Ass Nigga)

[Intro: Nicki MInaj]
Look at y'all niggas... Niggas
Look at y'all niggas... Niggas
 
[Verse 1: Nicki MInaj]
Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas
After every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all bitch ass niggas
Stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas
Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas
Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas
Talkin' 'bout 'It's paid off' but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga
Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas
Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga
Nigga, nigga, look at y'all
Can't get a job so you plottin' how to rob ass niggas
I ain't gotta check for y'all
But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all niggas
I don't want sex, give a fuck about your ex
I don't even want a text from y'all niggas
I'm rapin' you niggas
Look at this pic, look what the fuck I gave to you niggas
Ain't feelin' these niggas
Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas
 
[Hook: Parker Ighile]
All I know is there should be no reason
All I know is there should be no reason
All I, all I know is there should be
All I know
All I, all I know is there should be no reason
All I know, you know it, and you know it
Look at what, reason
 
[Verse 2: Nicki MInaj]
Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club
One bottle full of bub' ass niggas
Look at y'all not havin' game ass niggas
Y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas
Same cup in the hand ass nigga
In the club with a credit card scam ass nigga
No dick in the pants ass nigga
I be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga
I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga
I would never lie
Even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai
Pussy, you tried, pussy ass nigga you lie
Pussy ass nigga, you high
Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski
Art on the wall, Basqui, fuck who see
Look at you fake dope dealers
Know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas
Talkin' 'bout ki's, say it's ki's in the van
But he really move grams and he split it with his mans
 
[Hook: Parker Ighile]
All I know is there should be no reason
All I know is there should be no reason
All I, all I know is there should be
All I know
All I, all I know is there should be no reason
All I know, you know it, and you know it
Look at what, reason
 

There's a Lull in My Life

Oh, there's a lull in my life
It's just a void, an empty space
When you are not in my embrace
 
Oh, there's a lull in my life
The moment that you go away
There is no night, there is no day
 
The world stops turning, the clock stops ticking
Everything stops but that flame in my heart
That keeps burning, burning
 
Oh, there's a lull in my life
No matter how I may pretend
I know that you alone can end
The ache in my heart, the call of my arms
 
I know that you alone can end
The ache in my heart, the call of my arms
And the lull, lull in my life