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[Verse 1]
I’m waking up my mind
I’m just trying to kill the silence
I’m ripping off the blinds
I’m just trying to let some light in
But I’ve been on the road
I’ve been missing home
See it on my phone
Let the world back there keep spinning ’round without me

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m waking up my mind
I’m ripping off the blinds

[Chorus]
Oh I (Oh I)
Try to be happy but it’s hard sometimes
But life (But life)
Just seems to happen right before my eyes
‘Cause I feel like I’m not there
‘Cause my head is up somewhere
Far away from all my friends
I just want that back again
Oh I (Oh I)
Try to be happy but it’s hard sometimes
It’s hard sometimes

[Verse 2]
When I come off cold
I’m not doing it on purpose
You caught me in a hole
That I dig for myself when I’m nervous
I’ve been on the road
I’ve been missing home
See it on my phone
But my friends back there got inside jokes without me

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t mean to come off cold
I don’t want to be alone

[Chorus]
Oh I (Oh I)
Try to be happy but it’s hard sometimes (Hard sometimes)
But life (But life)
Just seems to happen right before my eyes (Before my eyes)
‘Cause I feel like I’m not there
‘Cause my heard is up somewhere
Far away from all my friends
I just want that back again
Oh I (Oh I)
Try to be happy but it’s hard sometimes (Hard sometimes)

[Bridge]
I don’t feel like myself and
I can’t help being selfish
Sometimes the pressure gets the best of me
Oh I, oh I

[Chorus]
Oh I
Try to be happy but it’s hard sometimes
But life
Just seems to happen, it’s just passing by oh
‘Cause I feel like I’m not there
‘Cause my head is up somewhere
Far away from all my friends
I just want that back again
Oh I (Oh I)
Try to be happy but it’s hard sometimes (Hard sometimes)
‘Cause it’s hard sometimes

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[Chorus: Patrick Stump]
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through

[Verse 1: Patrick Stump, Wyclef Jean & Both]
We prepared for the turbulence
But there’s no preparing for this
Got paid on Tuesday, but I’m still broke when the weekend ends
Another trip around the sun, it was a good run
Just mixing all of my prescriptions with my problems
Yeah, streets are full of seasons
Saw what they did to Jesus
Dude’ll kill you for no reason, and charge you for treason
I know this one for a fact
My phone, they got it on tap
‘Cause every time I’m talkin’ I can hear them in the back (Hands up)

[Chorus: Patrick Stump]
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She’s winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
Knock, knock, knock, knock, who is it? (Hands up)

[Verse 2: Patrick Stump]
She said this is a surprise visit
It’s my fantasy, I’m gon’ live it
Hands up, and don’t you refuse it
I wanna tattoo you on me
Just look what you created
Dear future self, I hope it’s going well
I’m drunk on cheap whiskey in an airport hotel, yeah

[Chorus: Patrick Stump]
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
Hands up, ready for the boom (Hands up, hands up)
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune (Talking ’bout, talking ’bout)
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom (You can hear us comin’ with the)
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through

[Post-Chorus: Patrick Stump & Wyclef Jean, and Wyclef Jean]
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She winin’ like she losing her mind, yeah
She’s winin’ like she losing her mind
Knock, knock, knock, knock, who is it?

[Outro: Patrick Stump]
Hands up
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking ’bout a tune (Never mind the, yeah)
You can hear us comin’ with the zoom
Listen to the “Boom, boom,” we are breaking through

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[Verse 1]
I woke up to a message of love
Choking up on the smoke from above
I’m obsessed with the poison and us
What a mess? ‘Cause there’s no one to trust

[Pre-Chorus]
Huh-uh, come on, honey
Huh-uh, count your money
Huh-uh, what’s so funny?
There’s a riot living inside of us

[Chorus]
I got paranoia, baby
And it’s so hysterical
Crackin’ up under the pressure
Looking for a miracle
Huh-uh, come on, honey
Lyin’ in a bed of blood and money
Huh-uh, what’s so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m impressed with the presence of none
I’m possessed from the heat of the sun
Hurry up ’cause I’m making a fuss
Fingers up ’cause there’s no one to trust

[Pre-Chorus]
Huh-uh, come on, honey
Huh-uh, count your money
Huh-uh, what’s so funny?
There’s a riot living inside of us

[Chorus]
I got paranoia, baby
And it’s so hysterical
Crackin’ up under the pressure
Looking for a miracle
Huh-uh, come on, honey
Lyin’ in a bed of blood and money
Huh-uh, what’s so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us

[Outro]
Huh-uh, come on, honey
Lyin’ in a bed of blood and money
Huh-uh, what’s so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us
Huh-uh, come on, honey
Lyin’ in a bed of blood and money
Huh-uh, what’s so funny?
We are rivals in the riot inside us
Uh-huh, yeah

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[Intro: Cuban Doll]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me

[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
That shit didn’t cost me a lot, he love the way that I pop
Drop it slow motion, then rock
Pick it up, twirl it, don’t stop
Do that shit, do that shit (Okay)
Move that shit, move that shit (Okay)
Who that bitch who the shit?
I got these hoes loose with it (Okay)
Jealous ass bitches always got somethin’ to say
And these gossipin’ ass hoes, yeah, they love to hate
The way these bitches on my clit, yeah, they might as well be gay
And you can fuck with me ’cause I don’t discriminate, bitch

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me

[Verse 2: Rubi Rose]
Ass and some titties, they tried
My page, they stalk it a lot
Bitches on nothing but cock
These hoes be sick when I drop
Top in the winter, I’m hot
Topless in thongs with thots
You can get pressed to mop
Thinkin’ you’re cute, you’re not
Bitch, is you sharin’ or what?
I ain’t even have to fuck him, he was bustin’ a nut
I don’t play with niggas’ kids, this ain’t Toys “R” Us
Bitches thinkin’ they the shit ’til them hoes see us
Rose

[Chorus: Cuban Doll & Renni Rucci]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me (Hold up), he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me (Renni)

[Verse 3: Renni Rucci]
I got that lollipop, that candy shop
That shit that get these niggas hot
These pussy hug like Gucci socks
This paper make this pussy pop
You broke, you make this pussy lock
You fine, I just might get on top
Got cake on cake on cake
Get a plate, this that Betty Crock’
Bougie and bad, LaCienega
He hit from the back, it’s a cinema
Can’t fuck with no shrimp, I need ten of ’em
Fine with a nine is a minimum
He lucky I even got into him
‘Cause Rubi and Cuban killin’ ’em
They pretty and bad and I’m feelin’ ’em
Be careful, I just might be stealin’ ’em

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me
Ass gettin’ fat, hold up, he dropped that bag on me
‘Cause he like to brag on me, he see this ass on me

[Outro: Cuban Doll & Rubi Rose]
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Nigga, don’t be on me ‘less you got some money for me
Do I sound crazy saying that? Be honest

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[Intro: KRS-One]
Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya!
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen

[Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks!
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off!
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
Yeah

[Ad-lib: KRS-One]
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show
(Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom!
Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out!

[Outro: KRS-One]
What are you saying? What are you playing?
Who are you obeying day out and day in?
Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners!