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Simple Plan - Your Love is a Lie

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album: “Simple Plan” (2008)

 I fall asleep by the telephone
It’s 2 O’clock and I’m waiting up alone
Tell me where have you been?
I found a note with another name
You blow a kiss, but it just don’t feel the same
Cause I can feel that you’re gone

I can’t bite my tongue forever
While you try to play it cool
You can hide behind your stories
But don’t take me for a fool

You can tell me that there’s nobody else
(But I feel it)
You can tell me that you’re home by yourself
(But I see it)
You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want
But I know
Your love is just a lie
(Lie)
It’s nothing but a lie
(Lie)

You look so innocent
But the guilt in your voice gives you away
Yeah you know what I mean
How does it feel when you kiss when you know that i trust you
And do you think about me when he fucks you?
Could you be more obscene?

So dont try to say you’re sorry
Or try to make it right
Don’t waste your breath because it’s too late, it’s too late.

You can tell me that there’s nobody else
(But I feel it)
You can tell me that you’re home by yourself
(But I see it)
You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want
But I know, I know,
Your love is just a lie
(Lie)
It’s nothing but a lie
(Lie)
You’re nothing but a lie

You can tell me that there’s nobody else
(But I feel it)
You can tell me that you’re home by yourself
(But I see it)
You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want
But I know, I know
Your love is just a lie
(Lie
I know you’re nothing but a lie
(Lie)
Lie
(Lie)
Lie
(Lie)
Lie

Your love is just a lie

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Lil’ Wayne - I’m Me

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EP: “The Leak” (2007)

The hottest… under the sun… (who that)
Ain’t nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping (you)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay its Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Un-fucking-believeable Lil’ Waynes the President
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it’s more crazy than it’s ever been
I’m married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federlin
It’s obvious that he’ll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don’t let the devil in
Nigga, it’s just me and my guitar, yea bitch I’m heavy metaling
You can get the fucking Led Zepplin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I’m the best! And no, I ain’t positive, I’m definate
I know the game like I’m reffing it
This is The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament
And I’m the god and this is what I bless ‘em with

[Hook:]
Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? Ur not me, you’re not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, yea

Junior… brrr
It’s Cash Money over everything
It’s in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I’m from the mud, I am a missile like a scud
What’s really good? I’m bout that Ruckers like Fudd
And I stay on my floor at Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug
And Dear Mister Ronald williams…
To you, I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money Million, heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window I just stare at the storm
Know I’ll make it through it like hair in a comb
Yo, money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take on that shit as the lord, as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? Ur not me, you’re not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’m still a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I’m wrapping in my jammies
I’m rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, Book ‘em Danny
I’m a monster I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I’m stuck here to deal with the house’s pain
Fuck wit me I will peel like the house’s paint
Lets go, Niggas doubt wont see me cause I’m better and bold
The only time I wear depends is when I’m 70 years old
Thats when I cant hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
Cause I’m so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I’m tryna tell you, like I’m saying sumthin
I’m from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuffs
And there Ain’t nothing gonna stop me so just envy it
Hey, I’ll accept a friendly quit

[Hook:]
Yea I’m me, I’m me, bitch I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? fuck you, you not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I am a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

The hottest… under the sun… (who that)
Ain’t nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Yo it’s Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

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Ashanti - Still on It

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album: “Collectables By Ashanti” (2005)

[Irv Gotti:]
There can only be one, Ashanti… Murder Inc.

[Paul Wall:]
(Paul Wall, What It Do?)
It’s the Houston Hard Hitter out the 713, it’s “The People’s Champ,” Paul Wall, yeah that’s me.
Come take a ride with a playa out the ‘Lone Star State’.
I’m just a hustler on the grind known for gettin’ that cake.
I came up from the bottom, now i reside at the top.
I used to run away from cops, but now it’s benzes i cop.
I used to post up on the block like Yao Ming in the paint, but now i pimp the parkin’ lot, drivin’ slow n sippin’ drank.
With Ashanti on my side as i glide like Clyde, and nothin’ less than 24 inches of chrome on my ride.
It’s just somethin’ bout the way I tip 4s and grip grain and got these boppers on the sidelines goin insane.
I got ‘em moanin’, my mackin’ game is outta
control, but i don’t know if it’s my looks or my big bank roll.
I’m 24 years old with my mouth all gold, my games cold and now the stories been told.
It’s Paul Wall, baby (baby).

[Ashanti: (Verse 1)]
See i don’t know why (why)
I’m feelin’ just the way i do (do)
It’s been a long time (time)
I thought that i was over you, but now you’re coming around again
I’ll be remembering what you said
I just can’t take it, and i don’t wanna go back, oh no.

[Chorus:]
What is a girl to do, if she’s still on it, yes
If she done been there before with you, and now she don’t want it, yeah
We’ve spent time and time again.
I just wish this thing would end.
Tell me, what is a girl to do, if she’s still on it.

[Verse 2:]
Whenever we talk (talk)
It feels like we had somethin’ strong (strong)
And knowin’ it’s wrong, we tried to do this thing before, but when you coming real close to me
Bringing back all of them memories
I just can’t fake it, but i don’t wanna go back, oh no.

[Chorus]

[Method Man:]
(uhn, yeah)
Auntie Ashanti’s a problem, this track here’s a problem.
The best thing rockin’ since that cotton came to Harlem.
Meth darlin’, I’m like that Hershey with the almonds, and i don’t pay for nothin’, but your pardon.
They start and I finish.
My animals is starvin’ for dinners
Straight up menace, y’all don’t get involved in my business.
Look, I witness, spotted like a blemish, off gimmicks.
I’m 59/50 authenic.
Tilted with that NY on it.
There’s money to be made, and i want it.
See, my palm been itchin’ for the longest, so scratch that, paper like NASDAQ.
We laughed that life, roll the dice, get the cash back, I’m nice.
Plus, I got the juice, so i goes well with ice.
Been drug tested 3 times failed it twice.
Ashanti, you doin’ it big, don’t hurt ‘em auntie.
Matter fact, you killin ‘em girl, you’re murder mami.

[Chorus]

[Irv Gotti:]
hahahahaha…yeah
Paul Wall, Swisha House
Method Man, Wu Tang
Ashanti, the one and only princess
We get back at you in 2006… It’s Murda

[Ashanti:]
Fo’ Life, (uh)

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