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[JEREMY/JASON]
She is touching my hand…!
She is touching my hand…!
She is touching MY-
Touching MY-
Touching my hand!

She is touching my hand!
I do not understand!
What’s the reason SHE
Seems to BE
Touching my hand?

Maybe this means she doesn’t despise me!
She doesn’t despise me
And wants me to know
The level of comfort she feels when she’s near me
Just makes her sincerely
Wanna never let me go!

Her hand is really cool and fine
To just be chilling next to mine!
That’s feeling what I feel

I’m not projecting if I say
Since we’re connecting in this way
I’ll prob’ly definitely get with her for real!
I’ll prob’ly definitely get with her for real!

[MUSIC]

[JEREMY/JASON]
She stopped touching my hand!
I do not understand
That in the LEAST
Why she CEASED
Touching my hand!

Maybe she had a spasm or something!
A spasm or something
And didn’t realize
That when she decides
To withdraw her finger
That’s breaking our linger!

And part of me dies ’cause
If she can’t even touch my hand
I’m not believing what I land
Is never gonna get chill

If the sensation of my skin
Makes agitation creep on in
Then, how’m I ever gonna get with her for real?
Then, how’m I ever gonna get with her for real?

[CHRISTINE/LAUREN, Spoken]
Oh my god!
It’s Jake Dillinger!

[JEREMY/JASON]
This is horrible!!

Jake’s already visited top, top model!
You win
Been a football star since he was ten!
Had sex with a girl named Madeline
Who is probably FRENCH!

Dude’s got everything as far as I can tell
So why does he want this as well?

[LAUREN, Out Of Character, Spoken]
Ok, so, if we were actually in the musical, “Be More Chill”, right now, Jake Dillinger would come over to me and he’d say that I was really good and that would be a HUGE DEAL and I would sing about it

[CHRISTINE/LAUREN]
He said I was good!
Not just in it, but good!
While he smiled and blame!
All the same
He said I was good!

Jake’s already president of the Model UN!
Been a football star since he was ten!
Had sex with that girl named Madeline…
Who PRETENDS that she’s French!

He’s a pretty boy cliché from what I can see…
So why is he so interested in me…?

[JEREMY/JASON]
If I was brazin’ like those guys
When she would gaze into my eyes!
Then we’ll look and never reveal
I’m fun, and more, and worth a chance!
At least I sort of think I am…
But am I ever gonna get with her for real?

[JEREMY/JASON & CHRISTINE/LAUREN]
She is interested in him!
He said I was good! Not just in it but good!
And he can win her on a win!
While he smiled and blame! All the same, he said I was good!
Am I ever gonna get with her for real?
But will I ever really get with him for real?

[BOTH]
God, all for staying when I say
That this has been a short passé

[JEREMY/JASON]
And I just wanna hide away
And just forget the whole ordeal
Since I am never gonna get with her for real…

[CHRISTINE/LAUREN]
But am I ever gonna get with him for real?

[JEREMY/JASON]
No, I’m never gonna get with her
Never gonna get with her for real

[CHRISTINE/LAUREN]
But am I ever gonna get with him for real?

[JEREMY/JASON]
No, I’m never gonna get with her

[JEREMY/JASON & CHRISTINE/LAUREN]
Never gonna get with her
Ever gonna get with him
Never gonna get with her
Ever gonna get with him
Never gonna get with her
Ever gonna get with him
Never gonna get with her for real
Ever gonna get with him for real

[Intro: Drake & MATT OX]
Yeah
I’m workin’ on dyin’

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Fifty thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check
I’ma always take the money over sex
That’s why they need me out the way
What you expect?

[Verse 1]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho
Every month, I’m supposed to pay her bills
And get her what she want
I still got like seven years of doin’ what I want
My dad still got child support from 1991
Outta time, people love to pop a lot of shit then come around
Word to Flacko Jodye, he done seen us put it down
Niggas askin’ if I’m cool

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Hunnid thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check

[Verse 2]
You tryna check?
This is real life, niggas think we playin’ chess
So what’s next?
Jump up out the bed like I’m possessed
I go out on tour and I say I’m drinkin’ less
End up gettin’ loose and gettin’ pictures from my ex
SMS, triple X
That’s the only time I ever shoot below the neck (skrr)
Why you keep on shootin’ if you know that nigga dead? (Skrr)
That’s the only kind of shit that gets you some respect

[Refrain]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho (ayy, ayy)
Every month, she don’t even love me, she just puttin’ on a front
She gon’ try and settle outta court and make a run
Then gon’ ask me how I’m doin’?

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Half a million on my head I can’t accept, yeah
‘Least it makes me feel someone tried their best, yeah
Want to waste a half a million, be my guest
Made me wanna buy a vest and a TEC (skrr)
But I’m blessed, I just checked
Hate me, never met me in the flesh
Said she’s got somethin’s she gotta come here and collect
That shit is in a box to the left, to the left

[Outro]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul (for my soul)
Thankful for the women that I know (that I know)
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho

[Verse 1]
Everything is sudden
Everything is suddenly alive
All these situations
Panic into such sweet calm
I will turn the light on
I will turn the light on everywhere
And I watch you lift your head up
Higher than it was before

[Pre-Chorus]
No, I don’t know how it ends
For both of us
But why would you need to know the end, my dear?
So don’t crash into everything
To make your point
Let’s get, get out of the way of us

[Chorus]
I want the lion
You want the tiger
Inside, inside
Don’t want to be this far
Don’t want to be so far from you

[Verse 2]
Now everything’s forgiven
Everything’s forgotten, just look at you
You’re shining like a falling
Shining like a falling sword

[Pre-Chorus]
No, I don’t know how it ends
For both of us
But why would you need to know the end, my dear?
So don’t crash into everything
To make your point
Let’s get, get out of the way of us

[Chorus]
I want the lion
You want the tiger
Inside, inside
Don’t want to be this far
Don’t want to be so far from you

I want the lion
You want the tiger
Inside, inside
Don’t want to be this far
Don’t want to be so far from you, from you

I don’t want to lay this far from you
I don’t want to lay this far from you
I don’t want to lay this far from you
I don’t want to lay this far from you
I don’t want to lay this far from you
I don’t want to lay this far from you

Don’t want to be this far
Don’t want to be so far from you, from you
Don’t want to be this far
Don’t want to be so far from you, from you

[Intro]
Uh
(Yeah) Uh
(New Joe Budden)
(It’s) Uh
(It’s… it’s that On Top Music!)
(DJ Go, Joe Budden)
(You now listenin’ to “The Truth”)
(DJ OnPoint, Joe Budden, let’s go)

[Verse]
[?] old soul through the fire and tears
A nigga seen too much, a little wise beyond my years
But ain’t nothin’ changed or raped me (nah)
And fame ain’t made me (nah), but the game’s tryna drive me crazy
Oh-three was kinda rough (tell ’em why)
Two burners pulled out on me, none of ’em bust
One dude both times, and only one of ’em bust
Nobody killed around, almost like I got a shield around me (you heard)
You haters wanna holler? (Then here)
I’m on the same corner as the Muslims with the paper for a dollar
Don’t care what you doin’, you let your temper flare and start brewing
You’ll be sorry this year like Rubin
Got robbed once, a nigga truck broken into
And I made some new friends, is it all coincidental?
A few dudes got them llamas waitin’ to hit you
Look what a Vibe award and Grammy nomination’ll get you, uh
Had one fistfight with a nigga, six-five (right there)
Jersey City Grounds Chicken where it gets live (right there)
Rumours, crazy ass thoughts about me
And artists that I don’t know, they wanna talk about me
Your family I.D. you in the morgue if you doubt me
Female rappers too, I don’t give a what, boo
Like I don’t read what you pricks’ll say to a magazine?
Y’all won’t say it to a magazine (faggots)
But I write the real most DJs won’t play (uh-huh)
What people might think, but a nigga wouldn’t say (talk to ’em)
Everybody runnin’ round frontin’, what is this?
The industry don’t want it to be none of your business, uh
But I’ma still be regular Joe, fuck it
And Def Jam want me to make hits with no budget
Lyor [?] Kev I still make hits with no [?]
And give myself to whole public (come on)
Yeah, nigga

[Intro: Gwen Stefani (DJ Envy)]
Uh-huh, this my shit (come on)
All the girls stomp your feet like this

[Chorus: Gwen Stefani (DJ Envy)]
A few times I’ve been around that track (Joe Budden)
So it’s not just gonna happen like that (DJ Envy, Volume One)
‘Cause I ain’t no Hollaback Girl
I ain’t no Hollaback Girl (The Growth)
A few times I’ve been around that track (album in stores, summer)
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
‘Cause I ain’t no Hollaback Girl
I ain’t no Hollaback Girl (come on)

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Hol’ up, yes, you is, let’s do this
Jump in that whip that’s exclusive
You by yourself, not the [?]
‘Cause they don’t need to know about the head you give
Oh, I don’t wan’ marry my
Just need a hour at the Marriott
Bad baby girl at that cherry spot
Ten minutes in, got her cherry popped, you know
These ho’s some mosquitos
Seem to follow me e’rywhere he go
Says she got class and don’t deep throat (bitch)
You ain’t even cute, where you get a ego?
If a few times you been around that track
Then you should know it’s goin’ down like that
Let your head nod like you bumpin’ to the sound of the track
And don’t stick around after that, now let’s ride

[Refrain: Gwen Stefani]
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Look, got a girl named 7 Up, pullin’ a seven up
Ass fat, always pullin’ her sevens up
Sayin’ I don’t buy her a damn thing
Act like Conway ain’t a brandname
I won’t wife you (nah)
And if I do it’ll only be for a couple of minutes
Don’t wanna talk, don’t say a sentence
We’ll be divorced right after I’m finished (woah)
Tell ’em, “Don’t throw a ball with me”
It’s not foul, I’m just practisin’ honesty
There’s no quality time, won’t be at the movies
And I’ma only call you e’ry few weeks (bitch)
Get in a whoop-de
Then I’m not your man, you do your own nails and your own doobie ([?])
But I promise, swear up and down
When it’s all said and done won’t see you as a groupie

[Refrain: Gwen Stefani]
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit