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[Verse 1]
Thought I’d end up with Sean
But he wasn’t a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I’m so thankful
Wish I could say, “Thank you” to Malcolm
‘Cause he was an angel

[Pre-Chorus]
One taught me love
One taught me patience
And one taught me pain
Now, I’m so amazing
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
But that’s not what I see
So, look what I got
Look what you taught me
And for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next
I’m so fuckin’ grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I’m so fuckin’—

[Verse 2]
Spend more time with my friends
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Plus, I met someone else
We havin’ better discussions
I know they say I move on too fast
But this one gon’ last
‘Cause her name is Ari
And I’m so good with that (So good with that)

[Pre-Chorus]
She taught me love (Love)
She taught me patience (Patience)
How she handles pain (Pain)
That shit’s amazing (Yeah, she’s amazing)
I’ve loved and I’ve lost (Yeah, yeah)
But that’s not what I see (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause look what I’ve found (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t no need for searching, and for that, I say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Thank you)
I’m so fuckin’ grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Said thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I’m so fuckin’ grateful for my ex

[Post-Chorus]
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
I’m so fucking—

[Bridge]
One day I’ll walk down the aisle
Holding hands with my mama
I’ll be thanking my dad
‘Cause she grew from the drama
Only wanna do it once, real bad
Gon’ make that shit last
God forbid something happens
Least this song is a smash (Song is a smash)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got so much love (Love)
Got so much patience (Patience)
I’ve learned from the pain (Pain)
I turned out amazing (Turned out amazing)
I’ve loved and I’ve lost (Yeah, yeah)
But that’s not what I see (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause look what I’ve found (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t no need for searching
And for that, I’ll say

[Chorus]
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next
I’m so fuckin’ grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Said thank you, next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I’m so fuckin’ grateful for my ex

[Post-Chorus]
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Yeah, yee
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Yeah, yee

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Ooo, Quando Rondo nigga
Winners circle

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
NASCAR

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
Same pitfall, who we get, we were paper chasin’
Rubber bands inside my shoebox
Ain’t no nothin’ ’bout no safe (’Bout no safe)
Spendin’ shit and get it back it back again
That fixture’s in rotation (In rotation)
I know these niggas hatin’ but [?] it ’cause that just motivates
She hit it from the back, my jack got beated on her
Caught the pussy, gave that hustle and then I skeeted on her
I cut my partner off, no scissors, realized I ain’t needed homie
I put my trust in that lil’ bitty but she [?] around and cheated on me
Constant conversations with me ex, she wanna be together
I came up from the bottom so my motto “yeah, we Rich Forever”
Free my nigga Queasy, we hit licks together
Beefin’ wit’ the Opps, we swang that block
We take the sticks together, yeah

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
NASCAR

[Verse 2: Lancito]
Pull up in a fast car wit’ the doors goin’ suicide
Money over bitches, that forever be my alibi
Had to leave my bitch ’cause she [?] with the other side
Catch her wit’ a nigga, choppa singin’ like a lullaby
My new bitch, she be carvin’ but I think I love the chase tho’
Nike shoebox, got me screamin’ [?] a safe tho’
Stars in the ceilin’, this this outta space flow
They wanna let me [?] but let me hit in a Wraith tho’
My momma, she be trippin’ all night, I be schemin’
Balmain’s is on my body, it protects me from my demons
Half a mil’ on Worldstar, think I must be dreamin’
That’s my baby girl, she the Kel to my Kenan
And these niggas wanna beat me, they need me
And they know soon they gon’ see me, on TV
I be [?] all these pop stars like RiRi
Swear this shit is not a game now, believe me

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
NASCAR

Don’t ask me what’s up with the hoes, I’m still working the kinks out
Love stinks, that explains all this anger that’s spillin’ out
And I ain’t chilling out. Got an Oscar but I’m still a grouch
I use it as a doorstop and a prop for the broken leg for the couch
Yelawolf, Shady, Tony-Touch, Slaughterhouse
Yeah the SWAT team ’bout to break them flyswatters out
Go to hell in a drought, break ice waters out
Nice try shorty wop, we can windowshop the jewelry store
But Christ for that price coulda bought a house
Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out
It’s F.Y.I, if ya ain’t knowing
What, go with you? Where? Nah, ain’t going
Oh wait, you wanna date? Oh, well in that case ho, it’s June 8th, oh!
And kinda like Beethoven composin’ a symphony of hate
So much hate woven into these raps
He stitches a bitch, straight sewin’
Shit, I’m beginning to hate clothing
I hate overalls cause they remind me of hoes
For Christ sake, they’re shaped like an H woah and
You know what else starts with H though?
Hockey, shit, thought I had the place flowing
I hate to put you on ice but
You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going
Plus you remind me of cocaine, ho
You always in the mirror with your face
So, I feel an urge to put you all in a line
And chop you with a razor blade, yo wait, I’m an a-hole
Devil with a halo
Hell yeah, I’d nail J-Lo to the railroad
Say I won’t! Better hope you can stay afloat
When I take the wind out your sailboat
But, I ain’t playing yo! Dope as Shady?
Don’t kid yourself, bitch you ain’t even a baby goat

Nah, we ain’t done
I love bein’ hated, it great
It let’s me know that I made it
I wouldn’t have it no other way
I wouldn’t trade it for the world
Only let’s me know that I’m loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain’t you
And is bomb, as you keep fuckin’ with us, we keep fuckin’ you up
And keep pullin’ the rug from up under you
And what’s even more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
So much there ain’t nothin that we love more than “Pullin’ Your Skirts Up”
And exposin’ you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
What’s up with them fuckin one dough a man under rules
Do on to others as you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you
You gonna ask yourself, how come your mans
Didn’t enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson’s ass while he had the chance
You keep askin’ us to keep it on wax but we can’t
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin’
Soon as we enter the ‘106th & Park’ building
Someone’s gonna get killed and I swear to God
If someone so much as even touches one of my people
I’ll put a million on his head
And you ain’t got the funds to match or counteract it
But I’d rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ain’t because I’m a bitch
It’s because I ain’t a bitch, I don’t endanger people that I’m with
I’m a general, I ain’t Bush, I don’t send my soldiers to war
If I ain’t there in the middle of the shit with ’em, so when I do get ’em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you’ll be fuckin with a…
Fuckin with a piece keeper, see you a nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That’ll eat ya, niggas wanna keep speakin’, like it ain’t even that deep
I got heat that’ll sweep a nigga street
See I wouldn’t fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I’ll be searchin’ for you longer than the Legend of Zelda
Without a failure, there’s gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a bassett hound couldn’t even smell ya
Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon
With my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddam’s wigs
Motherfucker, I’ll handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A Average Man flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/eminem/-/defence.html]
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break a pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Pushin’ crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin’ green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what I’m involved in now
A ‘Dozen Dirty’ niggas and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said all men get out
(Eminem: c’mon)
While your punchin’ and tacklin’ punks
I’m handlin’ chumps, packin’ a pump
That’s longer than the elephant trunk
On the streets I’m a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, I’ll shot you and scream ” increase the peace”
A monster, pistol packin’ pushin’ niggas off they Hondas
Stomp ya, get it crackin’, yankin’ bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don’t think mama beat me enough
When she was sleep and stuff, I was stealin’ the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin’ and lumped up
Who Want What like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin’
Don’t muscle with my a land ski
Don’t tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the shoulders (c’mon
)
We the soldiers, y’all the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster
Upstairs the Munster, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster
I’m back nigga (Proof), I reappear
Shoot like
, you ain’t seein’ clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice (bitch)
There’s three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin’ wife beaters
A gat that describes my life (damn)
I don’t even know who song this is
Bitch, Bizarre don’t give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top and Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef I ain’t gettin’ in
I’ll need an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
I’ll fuck your mommy and go fishin’ with your granny
I’ll Shit on You, I’ll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you Devil’s Night 2

If you didn’t know that you were right for me
Then there’s nothing I can say
Tried to call you out to spend some time to see
But somebody’s in your way
Tried to let it go and say I’m over you
I’m not over you
But I’m trying

Party for one
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat
I’ll be the one
If you don’t care about me
Making love to myself
Back on my beat

You don’t want my love
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat
Party for one
If you don’t care about me
Making love to myself
Back on my beat
Ahh, ahh, ahh

Once upon a time, I thought you wanted me
Was there no one else to kiss? (No one else to kiss)
Was it all a dream I let myself believe?
I’m not over this (I’m not over this)
But I’m trying

Party for one (Hey)
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat
I’ll be the one
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care that I’m)
Making love to myself
Back on my beat

You don’t want my love
If you don’t care about me
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat (Back on my beat)
Party for one
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care about me)
Making love to myself (Hey)
Back on my beat
Ahh, ahh (Back on my beat)
Ahh, ahh, ahh

Back on my beat
Back on my beat
Party for one
‘Cause you don’t care about me
Back on my beat
Back on my beat
Party for one
Back on my beat

You don’t want my love
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care about me)
I’ll just dance for myself
Back on my beat (Back on my beat)
Party for one
If you don’t care about me
(You don’t care that I’m)
Making love to myself
Back on my beat
Ahh

Back on my beat
Back on my beat (Ahh)
Party for one (Ahh)
(Back on my beat)
Back on my beat
Back on my beat (Ahh)
Party for one
Ahh