text: You might think youve peeped the scene
  You havent, the real ones far too mean
  The watered-down one, the one you know
  Was made up centuries ago
  They made it sound all wack and corny
  Yes, its awful blasted boring
  Twisted fictions, sick addiction
  Well, gather round, children, zip it, listen
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  I fantasized bout this back in Chicago
  Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago
  Thats me the first year that I blow
  How you say broke in Spanish? Mi no hablo
  Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
  Me found bravery in my bravado
  DJs need to listen to the models
  You aint got no fuckin Yeezy in your Serato? 
  Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
  Im just a Chi-Town nigga with a Nas flow
  And my bitch in that new Phoebe Philo
  So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
  Can we get much higher? 
  Oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh 
  Oooh!
  Look like a fat booty Celine Dion
  Sex is on fire, Im the King of Leona Lewis
  Beyond the truest
  Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students?
  And refresh the page and restart the memory?
  Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy?
  We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy
  Sorry for the night demons that still visit me
  The plan was to drink until the pain over
  But whats worse, the pain or the hangover?
  Fresh air, rollin down the window
  Too many Urkels on your team, thats why your wins low
  Dont make me pull the toys out, huh
  Dont make me pull the toys
  And fire up the engines
  And then they make noise
  Can we get much higher? 
  Oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh 
  At the mall, there was a seance
  Just kids, no parents
  Then the sky filled with herons
  Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron
  And the hell, it wouldnt spare us
  And the fires did declare us
  But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress
  And woke up back in Paris
  Can we get much higher? 
  Oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
  Can we get much higher? 
  Oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh 
  Oh
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  - First rule in this world baby, dont pay attention to anything you see in the news
  Aint no question if I want it, I need it
  I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
  Im on the edge, so why you playing? Im saying
  I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
  Not for nothing, Ive foreseen it, I dreamed it
  I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
  No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus
  I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
  Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
  And eventually answers to the call of autumn
  All them fallin for the love of ballin
  Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
  Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums
  Based off the way we was branded
  
  All of the lights
  Lights, lights
  All of the lights
  Turn up the lights in here, baby
  Extra bright, I want yall to see this
  Turn up the lights in here, baby
  You know what I need, want you to see everything
  Want you to see all of the lights
  Fast cars, shooting stars
  All of the lights, all of the lights
  Until its Vegas everywhere we are 
  If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life
  If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life
  Somethin wrong, I hold my head
  MJ gone, our nigga dead
  I slapped my girl, she called the feds
  I did that time and spent that bread
  Im heading home, Im almost there
  Im on my way, heading up the stairs
  To my surprise, a nigga replacing me
  I had to take him to that ghetto university
  , lights
  Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights
  Strobe lights, street lights 
  Fast life, drug life, thug life
  Rock life every night 
  Turn up the lights in here, baby
  Extra bright, I want yall to see this
  Turn up the lights in here, baby
  You know what I need, want you to see everything
  Want you to see all of the lights
  Uh
  Uh
  I love it, though
  I love it, though, huh, you know?
  Uh, put your hands to the constellations
  The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
  I know Im preachin to the congregation
  We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan
  I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting
  We aint married, but tonight I need some consummation
  May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
  In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
  Make brash decisions, oh, she do it
  What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
  She putting on her makeup, she casually allure
  Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
  How she gon wake up and not love me no more?
  I thought I was the asshole, I guess its rubbin off
  Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
  Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
  Im looking at her like, This what you really wanted, huh?
  Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, its summertime
  Put your hands to the constellations
  The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
  I know Im preachin to the congregation
  We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
  Satan, Satan, Satan
  I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting
  We aint married, but tonight I need some consummation
  When the sun go down, its the magic hour, the magic hour
  And outta all the colors thatll fill up the skies
  You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
  Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
  Dont leave while youre hot, thats how Mase screwed up
  Throwin shit around, the whole place screwed up
  Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
  I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
  I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
  You see, I always loved that sense of humor
  But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was
  The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
  Thats Dior Homme, not Dior, homie
  The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
  You love me for me, could you be more phony?
  Put your hands to the constellations
  The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
  - Your girlfriend is really beautiful
  - Thank you
  - Do you know shes a bird?
  - Nah, I never noticed that
  - I mean like, its a monkey in a zoo
  And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
  You been puttin up with my shit just way too long
  Im so gifted at finding what I dont like the most
  So I think its time for us to have a toast
  Lets have a toast for the douchebags
  Lets have a toast for the assholes
  Lets have a toast for the scumbags
  Every one of them that I know
  Lets have a toast for the jerk-offs
  Thatll never take work off
  Baby, I got a plan
  Run away fast as you can
  She find pictures in my email
  I sent this bitch a picture of my dick
  I dont know what it is with females
  But Im not too good at that shit
  See, I could have me a good girl
  And still be addicted to them hoodrats
  And I just blame everything on you
  At least you know thats what Im good at
  And I always find, yeah, I always find
  Yeah, I always find something wrong
  You been puttin up with my shit just way too long
  Im so gifted at finding what I dont like the most
  So I think its time for us to have a toast
  Lets have a toast for the douchebags
  Lets have a toast for the assholes
  Lets have a toast for the scumbags
  Every one of them that I know
  Lets have a toast for the jerk-offs
  Thatll never take work off
  Baby, I got a plan
  Run away fast as you can
  Run away from me, baby
  Ah, run away
  Run away from me, baby
  Run away
  When it starts to get crazy
  Then run away
  Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can
  Run away from me, baby
  Run away
  Run away from me, baby
  Run away
  When it starts to get crazy
  Why cant she just run away?
  Baby, I got a plan
  Run away as fast as you can
  Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind
  I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
  Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it
  Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin top off
  Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs?
  Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off
  Lets talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
  Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
  You cant blame em, they aint never seen Versace sofas
  Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
  Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
  You should leave if you cant accept the basics
  Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix
  Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
  Im just young, rich, and tasteless, P
  Never was much of a romantic
  I could never take the intimacy
  And I know I did damage
  Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
  I guess you knew of that advantage
  Cause you could blame me for everything
  And I dont know how Ima manage
  If one day, you just up and leave
  And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
  You been puttin up with my shit just way too long
  Im so gifted at finding what I dont like the most
  So I think its time for us to have a toast
  Lets have a toast for the douchebags
  Lets have a toast for the assholes
  Lets have a toast for the scumbags
  Every one of them that I know
  Lets have a toast for the jerk-offs
  Thatll never take work off
  Baby, I got a plan
  Run away fast as you can
  
  Turn the level up if you wanna 
  Turn the camera on, she a born star
  Turn the corners in a foreign car
  Call the coroners, do the CPR
  She gave that old nigga a ulcer
  Her bittersweet taste made his gold teeth ache, uh
  Make her knees shake, make a priest faint, uh
  Make a nun cum, make her cremate, uh
  Move downtown, cop a sweet space, uh
  Livin life like we won the sweepstakes, what?
  We headed to hell for Heavens sakes, huh
  Well, Ima levitate, make the devil wait, yeah
  Whose fault?
  Lets play the blame game, I love you more
  Lets play the blame game for sure
  Lets call out names, names, I hate you more
  Lets call out names, names for sure
  Ill call you bitch for short
  As a last resort and my first resort
  You call me motherfucker for long
  At the end of it, you know we both were wrong
  But I love to play the blame game, I love you more
  Lets play the blame game for sure
  - Can I ask you a question?
  - Of course, babe
  - All of the statues that we see, where do you think they came from?
  - I think that, artists carved them, years and years ago
  - No. They are Phoenix turned to stone
  - Baby, they-
  - They are Phoenix turned to stone. Do you know what I hate worst about your world? Anything that is different you try to change. You try to tear it down. You rip the wings off the Phoenix and they turn to stone. And if I dont burn, I will turn to stone
  - What do you mean burn?
  - If I dont burn I cant go back to my world
  - I dont want you to go back to your world. I want you to stay here with me
  - I have to burn
  - No. Ill never let you burn
  Im up in the woods, Im down on my mind
  Im building a still to slow down the time
  Im up in the woods, Im down on my mind
  Im building a still to slow down the time
  Im up in the woods, Im down on my mind
  Im building a still to slow down the time
  Im up in the woods, Im down on my mind
  Im building a still to slow down the time
  Im up in the woods, Im down on my mind
  Im building a still to slow down the time
  Im up in the woods, Im down on my mind
  Im building a still to slow down the time
  Im up in the woods, Im down on my mind
  Im building a still, down the time
  Im lost in the world, been down my whole life
  Im new in the city, and Im down for the night
  Down for the night, said shes down for the night
  , ooh
  Im lost in the world, been down my whole life
  Im new in the city, but Im down for the night
  Down for the night, down for the night
  Youre my devil, youre my angel
  Youre my heaven, youre my hell
  Youre my now, youre my forever
  Youre my freedom, youre my jail
  Youre my lies, youre my truth
  Youre my war, youre my truce
  Youre my questions, youre my proof
  Youre my stress and youre my masseuse
  Ma-ma-se, ma-ma-se, ma-ma-ku-sa
  Lost in this plastic life
  Lets break out of this fake-ass party
  Turn this into a classic night
  If we die in each others arms
  Still get laid in the afterlife
  If we die in each others arms
  Still get laid, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Run from the lights, run from the night, run for your life
  Im new in the city
  Down for the night, down for the night, down for the night
  Im lost in the world, been down my whole life
  Im new in the city
  But Im down for the night, down for the night
  Down for the night
  Who will survive in America?
  Who will survive in America? 
  Who will survive in America?
  Who will survive in America?
  Im lost in the world, been down my whole life
  Im new in the city
  And Im down for the night, down for the night
  Im lost in the world, been down my whole life
  Im new in the city
  But Im down for the night, down for a night
  Oh-oh, get down
  Us living as we do upside-down
  And the new word to have is revolution
  People dont even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel
  Because Gods whole card has been thoroughly piqued
  And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey
  The youngsters who were programmed to continue fucking up woke up one night
  Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys
  America stripped for bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes
  The signs of truth were tattooed across our often-entered vagina
  We learned to our amazement, the untold tale of scandal
  Two long centuries buried in the musty vault
  Hosed down daily with a gagging perfume
  America was a bastard
  The illegitimate daughter of the mother country
  Whose legs were then spread around the world
  And a rapist known as freedom, free-doom
  Democracy, liberty, and justice were revolutionary codenames that preceded the bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
  In the mother countrys crotch
  What does Webster say about soul?
  All I want is a good home and a wife
  And a children, and some food to feed them every night
  After all is said and done, build a new route to China if theyll have you
  Who will survive in America?
  Who will survive in America?
  Who will survive in America?
  Who will survive in America?