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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Let me flex, get up, brush sand off myself
I was just holding my breath
Blue shorts, red shirt, how I’m dressed
I look fresh, and I feel
Bleeeeeeessseeeeeeddddd
What’s your name?
My name Alan, sounds like Allen
I love smiling, I got talents
I can do flips, I can keep my balance
I love dancing, matter of fact, can I have one?
Right now, you heard the man, lights out
And the moon turns into a disco ball
Heaven, better come and get your daughter
Waltzing all on top of that water
Then whip, then nae-nae, then dip
Down in my submarine
I got a pair of seats
Raise the periscope, to see parakeets
And a dinosaurs don’t be scaring me
I got my own personal Dairy Queen
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I’m rather dashing, apparently
Got an airplane, too
Why don’t you come fly through the air with me?
Best thing of all, my mother says that I’m very sweet
Jonylah says “it’s all cool, but what about school?”
And ain’t you Muslim?–you can’t talk ’til you marry me

[Chorus: Crystal Torres]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes will be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we’ll play Nintendo
Beating all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
And they say, yeah
Now entering that Canadian Olympic swimming team
And those medals are just glistening, so gold
So cold, yeah
And Alan did the most, all those world records he broke
That’s why his nickname is the lifeguard and my God is he dope
Michael Phelps cannot believe it even though he is his coach
He might be the next Steve Zissou, or maybe Jacques Cousteau
Where he saw that little boy, go and fall off of that boat
So he jumped off in that water swam him right back to the shore
Now ain’t that wow, crowd goes wild
Little boy scared so the child won’t smile
So Alan get a towel to dry him off and wipe him down
Put a ice cream out that’s more his style
Father runs down that beach, sees his son just playin’ in the sand
Hugs Alan who says he’s a brave little man walk away little boy
Turns around and waves his hand, ’cause Jonylah say
Guess what I did today, got my rescue on saved a kid today
Had my wet suit on, [?], even taught him next time how to swim away
You should really feel good that you gave your help
Might get you into heaven, might raise your health
Might get a lot of blessings, might raise your wealth
Bet you ain’t even know that you saved yourself

[Chorus: Crystal Torres]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes will be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we’ll play Nintendo
Be with all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, Go Alan, Go Alan, Go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan

[Outro: Crystal Torres & Lupe Fiasco]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes will be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we’ll play Nintendo
Be with all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan

[Intro: Kevin Abstract]
My arms are always open
Your fears always rollin’
And they deep and you can’t control it
What you want, what you want, emotion?
My arms are always open
Your fears always rollin’
And they deep and you can’t control it
What you want, what you want, emotion?

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I need to step out with no frustration
I need a permanent getaway vacation
They got a permanent hit list, my nigga
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
Fifty did it right

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
I could’ve been homeless
I thought I moved too often, this for the summer
I could’ve been homeless
Before I had to go, I had a course

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
My people still dry snitchin’ whenever they touch the mic
That’s what happens when a therapist isn’t somewhere in sight
Take flight, never leaned to the left or the right
‘Cause they turn the other cheek when our niggas start to die
When our women start to die, when our children start to die
I don’t feel their empathy, we been dispaced too many times
Every summer in the city start to feel like Columbine
‘Cause you gotta get yours, and I gotta get mine
One time for the paragons of the paradigm
When you underground, they gon’ only try to undermine
Use the track as a gymnasium to get into the stadium
You couldn’t match my alien, I’m glowing like uranium

[Segue: Kevin Abstract and Dom McLennon, Beyoncé]
One time for the—one time—
One time—nigga, one time—nigga
One time—nigga, one t—
Nigga (yes) Nigga, nigga (yes)
A million reasons to get rich, my nigga
50 did it right, 50 did it right (yes)
Wish I could call every successful rapper for advice
How the fuck do I make this shit last my whole life? (yes)
What if they don’t want to come to the concert tonight? (yes)
Nigga, (yes) nigga, nigga, (yes) nigga

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Tuggin’ on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that
Tuggin’ on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that
Tuggin’ on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum
I just want that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
All my jewelry, and all my niggas
All my jewelry, and all my niggas
And you know I got
Just give me what I need

[Verse 1]
Offensive and I’m aggressive
If you’re feeling threatened, don’t whine and complain
Just pull your pants up ’cause I’m a real handful
More than you can handle
It’s not a bad thing

[Pre-Chorus]
Classic, classy, what you gonna do about it?
(I’m too fit, I’m too hard, I’m my own bodyguard)
Foxy, fancy, what you gonna do about it?
(Show me how smart you are
Bow to your matriarch)

[Chorus]
Chic chick, I’m a chic chick, I’m a chic chick
If you don’t like it suck my dick
Chic chick, I’m a chic chick, I’m a chic chick
Can you kick it with a chic chick?
Chic chick

[Verse 2]
I’m a lady minding my business, just running my business
I’m doing my thing
If you don’t like it, then you can bite it
Make my own decisions, I feel like a king

[Pre-Chorus]
Classic, classy, what you gonna do about it?
(I’m too fit, I’m too hard, I’m my own bodyguard)
Foxy, fancy, what you gonna do about it?
(Show me how smart you are
Bow to your matriarch)

[Chorus]
Chic chick, I’m a chic chick, I’m a chic chick
If you don’t like it suck my dick
Chic chick, I’m a chic chick, I’m a chic chick
Can you kick it with a chic chick
A chic chick

Classic, classy, what you gonna do about it?
(I’m too fit, I’m too hard, I’m my own bodyguard)
Foxy, fancy, what you gonna do about it?
(Show me how smart you are
Bow to your matriarch)
Bow to you matriarch

[Chorus]
Chic chick, I’m a chic chick, I’m a chic chick
If you don’t like it suck my dick
Chic chick, I’m a chic chick, I’m a chic chick
Can you kick it with a chic chick
A Chic chick

[Verse 1]
Oh, know I feel so strange looking at the door
Oh, trying hard to change and can’t let it go
Oh, crying tears of pain, hurting more and more
Oh, every day’s the same as you walk the floor

[Bridge]
I’m walking the floor over you
I’m walking the floor

[Verse 2]
Every heart that breaks is a heart that’s cold
Oh, to the hand that takes your dreamless soul
Oh, is it long to wait, is there much to pay?
Oh, sometimes it is hard waiting for the day

[Chorus]
You know it’s hard, I said it’s hard
You know it’s true
I said it’s hard, you know it’s hard
Still know it’s true

[Verse 3]
Every tear that falls is a smile that’s lost
When you hear the call can you count the cost?
As you stand alone do you wonder how?
Can you step aside, does it matter now?

[Verse 4]
Every love that’s changed spend it fully
In the eyes of the night was it hard to see?
If it never fails in spite of it all
So you hide in the tears, enter Walter’s walk

[Chorus]
You know it is true
You know it is true now
Ooh, yeah

[Solo]

[Bridge]
I am walking the floor over you
I am walking the floor

[Verse 3]
Every tear that falls is a smile that’s lost
When you hear the call, can you count the cost?
As you stand alone do you wonder how?
Can you step aside, does it matter now?

[Outro]
Does it matter now?
Does it, now does it matter?
Does it matter?

Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah

Ooh, little baby, don’t you know
Every tear that falls, does it matter now?
Does it matter now?
Oh yeah
Oh yes
Oh yes

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

New jersey Devil-

Hit the switch sun roof top no diamond in the back, Jacob on my wrist so the diamonds in my lap. 4 times platinum hit the weedspot im strapped cuz i ain’t going out , fucked up sack or blueberry wrap no, me and my bitch till its my time to go . Triger-finger the same one to fire up the dro. You know im fast smoke by myself, won’t pass to ask to hit it it won’t last. And i won’t crash one hand on the roach one hand on the wheel time for another bag

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

Skip-skip nother my clip nigga- click click now who talking shit nigga?three wheeling through the crime while i stare through. chewing policies Bandana in my Rearview . got my guns got my chucks flipped up another way to get my nuts licked up. starter cap turned back . A old school nigga with no cheese n craft one false move my young g’s will cap.with south central to compton fasho we fly like 36 ounces nigga

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

Hit the block all the homies on the dice game, both leagues in the dirt fucking up my ice creams and my ice chain got a nice gleam. Shawty with a brown purple bag on my night train. industry one hand on my heat , never bring sand to the beach Rubberband on my jeans im the man for the beat. 40 cal to your grill , keep blaming your beats. put a hundred grand where you sleep. And before you black out see the man with the sheets. i get you wrapped in Chronic covered ha sheets

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

Dub sizzlle- Black wallstreet – One hit is all i need –