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Prius

I'm ridin' with cutters, I know that you see that
My banknote is brackin', I know that you B that
We pop out on opps 'fore they find out where we at
I'm carryin', ain't gon' bang it, I'm breakin' your kneecaps
This syrup I'm sippin' is dirty like tree sap
If I push that button, boy, it ain't no recap
Start smokin' with me, and boy, you gon' need rehab
I took the hit in the treehouse
Bought an AP on a bee-yotch
Miami, AP on a bee-yotch
I was in Gucci and Yeezy, you barely in FILA
Boy, it took you too long to realize
Choppers as tall as my brother
I don't really think that I own a gun shorter than these size
Hop out my whip in the neighborhood
I never been to where niggas is throwin' me peace signs
She love a real nigga
Sauce spill the shit, make her feel, nigga
Ain't been too many niggas since Master P to touch a mil' without deals, nigga
Today I watched my partner make 67 thousand off of blue bill pillers
Bro say he wouldn't touch a brick if that bitch fell out the sky and hit him
Bro say the pills like the bitch, and them cheeks just can't deny the rhythm
If them blues jumpin' like that, partner, I can see why you're buyin' in 'em
'Cause the bitch had me first class to pick up a hundred like Charlie Wilson
And this foreign that I'm ridin' in really drive itself, so I'm ghost ridin' the whip, wood twistin'
Blake Griffin horses, yeah, the Pistons
Flu game, Jordan's two 6's
Just in case I gotta fade away after I face shot one of you sum' bitches
Best believe every time a nigga play with me I'ma do somethin' vicious
Fuck wipe your nose, I'ma wash your dishes
Get your whole family off the wishlist
Extra, extra, extra, off the hitlist
Then go pimp my ride like Xzibit
 
Haha, drip
Drip god
Drip god, drip god
Ooh-wee
Drip god
(Drip god
Drip god)
 

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Annika in Ekstase

Annika...
Wir haben die Extase genossen, den maximalen Rausch erlebt,
die Nacht zu einem Fest der Sinne gemacht,
uns bis zum Exzess amüsiert, jede Sünde zelebriert.
Annika....
Wir waren in uns und unsere Lust verschossen.
Wir sind in Erregung durch das rosarote All geschwebt.
Wir haben mit Leidenschaft das große Feuer entfacht.
Unsere (?) wurd' befriedigt, angebetet und erniedrigt
Annika...
Annika, kannst du mich hören?
Warum sagst du nichts mehr?
du bist so blass und so schön,
so bleich und so vollendet.
Es ist egal, schlaf schön, du hast ja jetzt alles gesehen.
Annika...
Wir haben das absolute Ende erreicht
(?) in der Seele erblickt
und das höchste Gück empfunden
sie ist in Richtung Unendlichkeit geflogen
Zeit und Raum (?) überwunden
Annika...
Annika, kannst du mich hören?
Schlaf schön, schlaf schön
 

Crying In The Club

You think that you'll die without him
You know that's a lie that you tell yourself
You fear that you lay alone forever now
Ain't true, ain't true, ain't true, no
 
So put your arms around me tonight
Let the music lift you up like you've never been so high
Open up your heart to me
Let the music lift you up like you've never been this free
'Til you feel the sunrise
Let the music warm your body like the heat of a thousand fires
The heat of a thousand fires
 
Ain't no crying in the club (hey, hey)
Let the beat carry your tears as they fall baby
Ain't no crying in the club (hey, hey)
With a little faith, your tears turn to ecstasy
Ain't no crying in the club
Ain't no crying in the club
Ain't no crying in the club
 
You may think that you'll die without her
But you know that's a lie that you told yourself
You fear that you'll never meet another so pure
But it ain't true, ain't true, ain't true, no
 
So put your arms around me tonight
Let the music lift you up like you've never been so high
Open up your heart to me
Let the music lift you up like you've never been this free
'Til you feel the sunrise
Let the music warm your body like the heat of a thousand fires
The heat of a thousand fires
 
Ain't no crying in the club (hey, hey)
Let the beat carry your tears as they fall baby
Ain't no crying in the club (hey, hey)
With a little faith, your tears turn to ecstasy
Ain't no crying in the club
Ain't no crying in the club
Ain't no crying in the club
 
You think that you'll die without him
You know that's a lie that you tell yourself
You fear that you lay alone forever now
Ain't true, ain't true, ain't true, no
 
I said ain't no (ain't no)
Ain't no crying
Ain't no crying in the club, no crying
I said ain't no (ain't no)
Ain't no crying
Ain't no crying in the club, no crying
 
Ain't no crying in the club (hey, hey)
Let the beat carry your tears as they fall baby
Ain't no crying in the club (hey, hey)
With a little faith, your tears turn to ecstasy
Ain't no crying in the club
Ain't no crying in the club
Ain't no crying in the club (ain't no crying, no crying, no crying, no)
Ain't no crying in the club (ain't no crying, no crying, no crying, no)
Ain't no crying in the club
 

Blowhard Nation

I don’t want to live in blowhard nation
With the king in a tinselly crown
When the whole thing wobbles
And the wheels come off
You know what’s going to go down
 
It’s the same sad story
About the power and the glory
And the big sods living uptown
It’s the old rat race
So get ready for the chase
‘Cause the fat cats are gaining ground
 
I got up this morning
And I grabbed me a paper
To read up on the low, low down
The front page feature
Was a weird looking creature
With a rug and a jowly frown
 
Some of my sinister neighbours
Are rattling the sabres
And the circus is coming to town
It’s like a bad tattoo
And there’s nothing you can do
I could sure use a stiff drink now
 
Are they all lining up
For Christ Almighty
But there ain’t no spine in the words
And when they talk the resurrection
They’re thinking the election
It’s the saddest thing I ever heard
 
And the whole debate
Has a sickening weight
Like a steel when the hammer comes down
When you see the cross
Well, you better get lost
They’re going to burn something down
 
I don’t want to live in blowhard nation
With the king in a tinselly crown
When the whole thing wobbles
And the wheels come off
You know what’s going to go down
 
And it’s the same sad story
About the power and the glory
And the big sods living uptown
It’s the old rat race
So get ready for the chase
‘Cause the fat cats are gaining ground
 
See the bread lines growing
And the headlines crowing:
“It’s as bad as it’s ever been.”
They’re all talk, talk, talking
While the whole town’s walking
Down the boulevard of broken dreams
 
Yeah, easy money, easy sweet ass honey
To a hick hanging off of a plough
But make no mistake
When they’re showing you the cake
They’ll never let you eat it now
 
I don’t want to live in blowhard nation
With the king in a tinselly crown
When the whole thing wobbles
And the wheels come off
You know what’s going to go down
 
It’s the same sad story
About the power and the glory
And the big sods living uptown
It’s the old rat race
So get ready for the chase
‘Cause the fat cats are gaining ground
 
But make no mistake
When they’re showing you the cake
They’ll never let you eat it now
 

Little Girl Don't Grow Up Too Fast

Little princess, summer flowers in her hair
Playing Ring Around The Rosie in a picture there
Tiptoeing 'round the house in her mama's shoes
Coloring her lips red in her bedroom
 
Prom queen wants to be like the magazines
Thinks she found her king, barely seventeen
Too much that the world's wanting you to do
When you're still just a child in your mama's shoes
 
Little girl, little girl, don't grow up too fast
'Fore you know it, you'll be wishing you could just go back
Don't you know there'll be plenty of time for that
Somewhere down the road?
Yeah, it's all gonna fly in the blink of an eye
You can't slow down this thing called life
So take your time and let it last
Little girl, don't grow up too fast
 
Sometimes I feel like I'm hanging on by a thread
Climbing ladders trying to get to the next step
Working hard, always wanting something more
Missing how things were simple like it was before
 
Cause it's hard to know just what to do
When I still feel like a child in my mama's shoes
 
Little girl, little girl, don't grow up too fast
'Fore you know it, you'll be wishing you could just go back
Don't you know there'll be plenty of time for that
Somewhere down the road?
Yeah, it's all gonna fly in the blink of an eye
You can't slow down this thing called life
So take your time and let it last
Little girl, don't grow up too fast
 
Sometimes I wish I could just go back and say
'Take your time and let it last, little girl'
 
Yeah, it's all gonna fly in the blink of an eye
You can't slow down this thing called life
So take your time and let it last
Little girl, don't grow up too fast
Little girl, don't grow up too fast