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"Thriller"

[Jay Z:] Yeah, what you critics said would never happen. We dedicate this album to anybody, people said couldn't make it. To the fans that held us down till everybody came around. Welcome. It's here.

Last summer we took threes across the board But by fall we were a cover story "now in stores" Make us poster boys for your scene But we are not making an acceptance speech I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes Every dot com's refreshing for a journal update

So long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

So long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave Of my hand, 'cause that's just the kind of boy that I am The only thing I haven't done yet is die And it's me and my plus one at the afterlife Crowds are won and lost and won again But our hearts beat for the diehards

So long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

So long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts)

Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

[Jay Z:] Hehe... Woo! Young F-O-B. Let's go.

""The Take Over, The Breaks Over""

Baby, seasons change but people don't. And I'll always be waiting in the back room. I'm boring but overcompensate with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines. Widow or a divorcee? Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.

We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair.

They say your head can be a prison. Then these are just conjugal visits. People will dissect us till This doesn't mean a thing anymore.

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines, ohhh. Widow or a divorcee? Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We're dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah. We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We're dropped and well concealed in secret places We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We're dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah. We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We're dropped and well concealed in secret places. We don't fight fair. With smiles on our faces. We're dropped and well concealed in secret places. We don't fight fair.

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. We don't fight fair. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. We don't fight fair. "This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race"

I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just the business I'm in, yeah

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry on But I digress

I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate

I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking) But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter) At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like heaps of cars*, No, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This bandwagon's full Please, catch another

I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate

I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate

Yeahh... Whoa-ohh

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough Sing, until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Now you) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Wear out the groove) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Sing out loud) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Oh, oh) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race

I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate

I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate

"I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)"

Last year's wishes Are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take my last chance To burn a bridge or two I only keep myself this sick in the head Cause I know how the words get you {off}

We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger but not any better off Bullet proof loneliness At best, at best

Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you

Collect the bad habits That you couldn't bare to keep Out of the woods but I love A tree I used to lay beneath Kissed teeth stained red From a sour bottle baby girl With eyes the size of baby worlds

We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger but not any better off Bullet proof loneliness At best, at best

Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you

The best way To make it through With hearts and wrists intact Is to realize Two out of three ain't bad Ain't bad

Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you Me and you (Honeymoon) Setting in a honeymoon Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I wake up next to you If I woke up next to you Me and you Setting in a honeymoon If I wake up next to you (Honeymoon)

"Hum Hallelujah"

It's all a game of this or that, now versus then better off against worse for wear And you're someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew And I just want to be a part of this

The road outside my house is paved with good intentions Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on the engine You are the dreamer and we are the dream. I could write it better than you ever felt it.

So hum hallelujah, Just off the key of reason I thought I loved you It was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot "Till tonight do us part" I sing the blues and swallow them too

My words are my faith to hell with our good name. A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster we're a bull, your ears are just a china shop

I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills. I could write it better than you ever felt it.

So hum hallelujah, Just off the key of reason I thought I loved you It was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot "Till tonight do us part" I sing the blues and swallow them too

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu... Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu... (Hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah), hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah))

A teenage vow in a parking lot "Till tonight do us part" I sing the blues and swallow them too

So hum hallelujah, Just off the key of reason I thought I loved you It was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah) "Till tonight do us part" Love in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah) "Till tonight do us part" A teenage vow in a parking lot "Till tonight do us part" I sing the blues and swallow them too

"Golden"

How cruel is the golden rule? When the lives we lived are only golden-plated And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me Though I carried karats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies To stay away from me

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me) Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies To stay away from me

And pray they don't grow up to be...

"Thnks Fr Th Mmrs"

I'm gonna make it bend and break (It sent you to me without wings) Say a prayer but let the good times roll In case God doesn't show (Let the good times roll, let the good times roll) And I want these words to make things right But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life "Who does he think he is?" If that's the worst you got Better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time Thanks for the memories Even though they weren't so great "He tastes like you only sweeter" One night, yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories "See, he tastes like you only sweeter"

Been looking forward to the future But my eyesight is going bad And this crystal ball It's always cloudy except for (except for) When you look into the past (look into the past) One night stand (one night stand oh)

One night and one more time Thanks for the memories Even though they weren't so great "He tastes like you only sweeter" One night, yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories "See, he tastes like you only sweeter"

They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa

One night and one more time Thanks for the memories Even though they weren't so great "He tastes like you only sweeter" One night, (Oh!) yeah, (Oh!) and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories "See, he tastes like you only sweeter"

One night and one more time (One more night, one more time) Thanks for the memories Even though they weren't so great "He tastes like you only sweeter" (Oh) One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories (Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories) "See, he tastes like you only sweeter" (Oh)

"Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?"

Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh

A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides Or a fortune for your disaster I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank

We only want to sing you to sleep In your bedroom speakers, whoa We need umbrellas on the inside Get me just right

They say quitters never win But we walk the plank on a sinking ship There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down

Oh oh oh oh

I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself Whoa

We only want to sing you to sleep In your bedroom speakers, whoa We need umbrellas on the inside Get us right

They say quitters never win But we walk the plank on a sinking ship There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down They say quitters never win But we walk the plank on a sinking ship There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down

We only want to sing you to sleep (In your bedroom speakers, whoa whoa) We only want to sing you to sleep

They say quitters never win But we walk the plank on a sinking ship There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down They say quitters never win But we walk the plank, and we walk the plank There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down

Broken down on memory lane Alone together, we're alone (Woah) We're broken down on memory lane Alone together, we're alone

Oh oh oh oh

"The (After) Life Of The Party"

I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night

Cut it loose Watch you work the room Cut it loose Watch you work the room Cut it loose Watch you work the room Cut it loose Watch you work the room

Oh Put love on hold, Young Hollywood is on the other line Her nose runs ruby red, deaths in a double bed Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate

Cut it loose Watch you work the room Cut it loose Watch you work the room Cut it loose Watch you work the room Cut it loose

I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate Kiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends

Cut it loose Watch you work the room Loose Watch you work the room Cut it loose (Watch you work the room)

I'm a stitch away...

"The Carpal Tunnel Of Love"

We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."

And we might've started singing just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon*

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh

We keep the beat with your blistered feet And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing Slept through the weekend and dreaming Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?"

We might've said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town) Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh...

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns We're the has-beens of husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years and call me when you're better Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning

"Bang The Doldrums"

I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm When you passed out I couldn't bring myself to call Except to call it quits

Best friends Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars

[2x] Yo ho ho Whoa oh oh Yo ho ho Whoa oh oh

This city says...

Come hell or high water Well I'm feeling hot and wet I can't commit to a thing Be it heart or hospital

Best friends Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars

[2x] Yo ho ho Whoa oh oh Yo ho ho Whoa oh oh

The tombstones were waiting They were half-engraved They knew it was over Just didn't know the date

And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me The same way I think of you This is a love song in my own way Happily ever after below the waist

Best friends Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers

Racing through the city Windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars

[2x] Yo ho ho Whoa oh oh Yo ho ho Whoa oh oh

Best friends Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers And not the other way around Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers

"Fame < Infamy"

I'm a preacher sweating in the pews For the salvation I'm bringing you I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans And myself making demands

When I'm home alone I just dance by myself And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen" The kid was alright but it went to his head

I am God's gift but why would he bless me with Such wit without a conscience equipped I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah "There's too much green to feel blue"

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen" The kid was alright but it went to his head

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen" I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen The kid was alright but it went to his head

"You're Crashing, But You're No Wave"

The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't

And everyone's looking for relief United States versus disbelief Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle Clear your throat and face the world The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls Only breathing with the aid of denial.

Case open, case shut, But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked On one to six the gallery is hushed Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know Hang on a rope or bated breath Whichever you prefer

And everyone's looking for relief A bidding war for an old flame's grief The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse Not a word that could make you comprehend Too well dressed for the witness stand The press prays for whichever headline's worse

Case open, case shut, But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

Fresh pressed suit and tie Unimpressed birds sing and die Can talk my way out of anything The foreman reads the verdict "In the above entitled actions we find the defendant..." Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...

Case open, case shut, But you could pay to close it like a casket Baby boy can't lift his headache head Isn't it tragic? [x2]

(Whoaaa-ooo)

"I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers"

You're a canary, I'm a coal mine Cause sorrow is just all the rage Take one for the team You all know what I mean

And I'm so sorry, but not really Tell the boys where to find my body New York eyes, Chicago thighs Pushed up the window to kiss you off

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

Do you remember the way I held your hand? Under the lamp post and ran home This way so many times I could close my eyes

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you The truth The truth

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