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Show Time

[Intro: XXXTENTACION (Yamine)]
Woah, huh, yuh, ayy, ayy
Ayy I got a song with OG, rich
Got a song with Juicy J, ayy, ayy, ayy
Haha! Uh
(Yeah Let's go)
 
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Ayy, ho
Show out, it's show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Show out, it's show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that's show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it's show time
 
[Verse 1: Yamine]
Yes it's show time
And it's no lie
This is my new mixtape
And you know why
I'm glad with the Juiceman
And I'm with the X fan
He got triple X
More bars then my Planet X
I be rolling it up
Smoking it till my lungs burnt
I'm not playing I'm turnt
f*ck with me your done
I'm trying to get high
And trying to get fly
I'm bout to hit it about three of them times
While Juicy J and XX come on one more line
 
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it's show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it's show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that's show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it's show time
Ayy, uh, uh
 
[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I got ebola, yes I got ebola
My di*k touch her lip and that b*tch just stutter
I'm not a prototype, I'm not a prototype
I am original, I'm the original
I took the chopper in half, that's a sawed-off
I put the piece on the beam, mothaf*cka
Don't relax, don't want the beast, mothaf*cka
Carnivore, I want the beef, mothaf*cka
Wind it up, forehead in paint
Bet you I'm right in the paint
These f*ckboys sick in the brain
Yuh, what, I put my di*k in her face
She suck the tip, not the base
She suck the tip, not the base
 
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it's show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it's show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that's show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it's show time
 

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Take Aim

Nightmares, oh nightmares come on now
Getting my days all wrong now
Risen from prison an outlaw
Spending our time in the lion's jaw
In the end you sink or swim
I'm eager, I'm eager
 
Loving more loving come on now
Socially biting your tongue now
Run down oh run down old houses
Feeding the cats to the mouses
 
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Can you see me in the way now
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Gotta get us out of here
 
Drop them and give them star prizes
Lock them away in high rises
Held off and called on by truncheons
Rattling keys to the dungeons
 
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Can you see me in the way now
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Gotta get us out of here
 
Don't take me over
I bid you all farewell
I've got to leave...
Tears on my shovel
Switch me off today
 
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Can you see me in the way now
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Gotta get us out of here
 
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Can you see me in the way now
Oh take aim now!
Oh take aim now!
Gotta get us out of here
 
Don't take me over
I bid you all farewell
I've got to leave...
 

Welcome home, baby.

Welcome home, baby,
kick off your shoes.
Let me turn the lights down low
and wash away your ?blouse?.
 
Rest your hand and let's get lazy,
what's that's a lose.
Welcome home (x3)
Pi pi pi ri pim...
 
Welcome home, baby,
take off that tie.
Put your feed up and lay back now,
and gently close your eyes.
 
While it's cold ouside and rainy,
we ?wome? inside.
Welcome home (x3)
 
We can stay home tonight,
and there's no need to worry no...
Unplug the phone,
enjoy your hot desire.
 
We can get ohh sometimes,
and there's no need to hurry no...
Let's snuggle up close beside the fire...
da da dam dam du ohh...
 
Welcome home, baby,
take off that coat....
Rest your head up on my shoulder
and while we're on that note,
 
just relax and take it easy,
let's take it slow.
Welcome home (x3)
 
Welcome home (x3)
 

Plot Twist

[Verse 1]
I thought you were someone to trust
Get tough, grow up, be straight up
But no, you've been showin' me
You're the best that I've ever had
Or you're the best lie I've never heard
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh whoa oh (shots fired!)
You're just a hype, no
Better work on that hype, bro
Oh whoa oh (shots fired!)
Better work on that hype, bro
 
[Chorus]
Do you need me to spell it out loud? You screwed it up
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
But you're playin' games like a wannabe
Tough luck, you're kidding yourself
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
You're playin' games like a wannabe
 
[Post-Chorus]
Like a wannabe, like a wannabe
(Shots fired!)
I-I-I-I don't want it, I-I-I-I don't want it
 
[Verse 2]
Tick-tock, tick-tock, we're overdue
But if you're gonna crack my heart, do it in two
Give me a show
Still that's a no-oo-oo from me
You're getting pushed out of my priority
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh whoa oh (shots fired!)
You're just a hype, no
Better work on that hype, bro
Oh whoa oh (shots fired!)
Better work on that hype, bro
 
[Chorus]
Do you need me to spell it out loud? You screwed it up
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
But you're playin' games like a wannabe (shots fired!, fired!)
Tough luck, you're kidding yourself
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
You're playin' games like a wannabe
 
[Post-Chorus]
Like a wannabe, like a wannabe
(Shots fired)
I-I-I-I don't want it, I-I-I-I don't want it
 
[Bridge]
Better work (and you want me)
Better work on that
Better work on that hype, bro
(And you wanna be, oh)
Better work
Better work on that
Better work on that hype, bro
(Yeah, you still wanna be)
Better work
Better work on that
Better work on that hype, bro
(And now you want me)
 
[Chorus]
Do you need me to spell it out loud? You screwed it up
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
But you're playin' games like a wannabe (shots fired!, fired!)
Tough luck, you're kidding yourself
Plot twist, moved on and now you want me
You're playin' games like a wannabe
 
[Post-Chorus]
Like a wannabe, like a wannabe
(Shots fired!)
I-I-I-I don't want it, I-I-I-I don't want it
 

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Im roten Laubwerk voll Guitarren
Der Mädchen gelbe Haare wehen
Am Zaun, wo Sonnenblumen stehen.
Durch Wolken fährt ein goldner Karren.

In brauner Schatten Ruh verstummen
Die Alten, die sich blöd umschlingen.
Die Waisen süß zur Vesper singen.
In gelben Dünsten Fliegen summen.

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Die aufgehängten Linnen wallen.
Die Kleine, die mir lang gefallen,
Kommt wieder durch das Abendgrauen.

Vom lauen Himmel Spatzen stürzen
In grüne Löcher voll Verwesung.
Dem Hungrigen täuscht vor Genesung
Ein Duft von Brot und herben Würzen.