The race is harder than arithmatic
some will say it can't be won
so it gets harder when your shoes are snake (Not sure of this lyric)
but I had set my mind to run.
but it was harder than I bargined for
broken dreams at evey turn
I had hard enough to almost make it through
and a lesson yet to learn.
I slipped at fell before the finish line
just when it seemed I couldn't loose
I can fall anytime you want me too
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
The World turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some who say that life's a bitch
Well I'ma keep flirtin and fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases
Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is
Niggas flexin' hard with no bars, they got weak service
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin' bitch then what you call that
Nothing but net, aint back cause I never left
I did everything right nigga better yet
Rolling bomb for the niggas thats around us
Something like a contractor built it from the ground up
Now just
Twist up this weed
Realize that you in the presence of a G
Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese
Or the ones I use to roll up my trees
Fuck it, you know what I mean
[Chorus]
I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud
Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me
Some smile up in your face, but then they on the low
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race, and taking the winners place
No foot on the brakes
one of the best, homie thats what they call me
It's lonely at the top, aint no company so
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could f-ck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty
Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's
Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's
My dime piece only recognize the best tree's
Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe
You in her face, I let her breath
From debated on, to waited on
From hated on, to the n-gga they put cake up on
Cause we are, Young Movie stars
Cause we are, Young Movie stars
[Chorus]
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own
Bitches aint say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone
Used to walk the other way
But now they all come to my home
And they calling my phone, cause my paper was looong
Runnin' up and they singing my songs
Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along
We flying up, no you wont need a ticket at all
..need a ticket at all
Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my n-ggas n all
Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture it all
N-gga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall
Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star
Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthaf-cking millions
Yeah, I said it, muthaf-cking millions
Got my money up, I'm in the building
Around the world he traveled
To start the games that he dreamed of, dreamed of
His biggest triumph lingers
Will only slip through his fingers
He wants to feel the crowd
And be a winner
Each time he takes the step
His reason now for living
Praying silently
He's running there
Running faster
To hear the sheers
The crowd moves closer
He's getting near
A smile displays his victory
It's only for a moment, a moment
Towards the sky in wonder
His mind begins to wander
The cheers are getting near
His name he hears
But he will never fall
This is really living
Praying silently
He's getting near
His time is here
The crowd gets closer
The end is near
From childhood to manhood
He didn't seem to care
He had no time for people
He had no time to share
The biggest race of all
He wants to feel the crowd
And be a winner
Each time he takes a step
His reason is now for living
Praying silently
He's running here
Running faster
To hear the cheers
The crowd moves closer
He's getting near
He's almost here
Getting faster
His time is here
The crowds move closer
The end is hereAnnie Haslam-lead and backing vocals
Michael Dunford-acoustic guitars
Terrence Sullivan- drums and percussion
Mickey Simmonds-keyboards and orchestral arrangments
Alex Caird-bass guitar
Shout
(Shout)
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it's way
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do?
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away
This is the race
Why?
Burn
Shout
Lies
Give me the race
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
I need this race
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do?
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it's way
This is the race
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs reporting for NBC
Sports of America
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on
A hot sunny afternoon here in California
On the fast lane of the street I'm driving
Sometimes, somewhere, I'm arriving
Every day and every night
Why?
I need this race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
We ran across frozen mines
Sweeping through gates of dawn
As the sun was gleaming blue
Gaping through me and you
Second Place to you is the last place I ever thought I'd be
and in this race the selfish survive while the selfless suffocate in suffering
I'm choking on the words that kept us alive
So kiss me and them and all we had goodbye
Where was I?
When you kicked out the lights
and when this world turns black you can't take back
all the lines you've crossed and trust you've lost
(X's 2)
So take my hand, no, not to hold
You could use the extra fingers to count your mistakes
because this distance has only lead to deception
a curse for every mile
and a lie for every smile
Where was I?
When you kicked out the lights
and when this world turns black you can't take back
all the lines you've crossed and trust you've lost
(X's 2)
Drown in your goodbyes, and miss what we had
Foreign tongues are burning above self-righteous heads
you're so dexterous and articulate and I count on too many fingers and friends.
. . .and friends.
if your body is a temple then your roof is on fire
(X's 5)
Where was I?
When you kicked out the lights
and when this world turns black you can't take back
all the lines you've crossed and trust you've lost
Are you ready?
Ready for the race?
Are you ready?
Oh, oh, oh, ejo,
Are you ready?
Oh, oh, oh, ejo,
Are you ready?
The wheels go round and round
You hear the scream - you hear the sound
You're fast - you're on the run
You give the best to be the one
Come on and join the journey
This is a journey into sound
As long the wheels are turning
The race is all around
Are you ready?
Ready for the race?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Ready for the race?
Are you ready?
Oh, oh, oh, ejo,
Are you ready?
Oh, oh, oh, ejo,
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Ready for the race?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Ready for the race?
CONTROL
Heat one. Heat one. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two,
one. Trains gone! Four trains going for two final places. Greaseball and
Espresso are the early leaders with Nintendo pressing in third. Well, that's
not in the rule book. No-one messes with the champion! Up the nursery slope.
It's still Greaseball but Espresso's looking good! It's the double whammy
from Electra and the Champion! Across the high level, it's Greaseball,
Electra, Nintendo and Espresso. Nintendo takes Electra and Nintendo passes
Greaseball! Don't play with electricity - the champ leads - this is getting
hot! Nintendo must win. He's overdone it. Nintendo crashes! Winner of heat
one: Greaseball the diesel with Electra in second place. Greaseball and
Electra have a place in the final.
See when I didn't start
it was because of my shoes
yeah the shoes that I wore -
they would have gave me a bruise
as i follow my dreams
realise all my dreams
See when i didn't start
that was because of my fear
i had another idea -
it almost brought me a tear
as i follow my dreams
realise all my dreams
the sun will rise, even if you don't happen to be there
They came from over,
The world and further,
To see the race that would change the world,
and i stopped...
see when i didn't start
that was because of my shoes
no i've made that excuse -
i need another excuse
as i follow my dreams
realise all my dreams
The sun will rise, even if you don't happen to be there,
They came from over,
The world and further,
To see the race that would change the world,
and i stopped...
(if i start running when it doesn't mean nothing, and lose you when this could be something now,
[Drag-On]
Yo, yo you ready? (Yeah)
As soon as we get this ball B
And when the ball come up in that court we gonna run up
Straight up
No looking back, just straight up
Aight? (Aight)
You ready?
On your mark, get set, Go!
[Verse 1]
Check it, check how I run on niggaz
Take the mask off, put the gun on niggaz (Uh-hu)
Ya niggaz better do what I say like Simon
'cause I'm the nigga that push weight 'cause I'm in
My 4-4, long like hallways
So you better run, straight run always
I put my gun four ways
Upside down, Side ways, and around all day
I slain crack in the broad day
'cause "Momma been laid off" like Shaday
Here today, gone tomorr-
You know I stay hard like a porno star
Check it, check how I'm back on niggaz
D to the R, A, G, It's on niggaz
Don't get shot, don't get stab
Just get your bitches ass back in the lab
And stay there
I be, feeling up on your bitch
Back, top down, pound in my lap
Sounds like the sounds of the gat
Top down, put the sun on bitches
Clear your block out, right on niggaz
Double R in the club, to the front of the vind
I fucked your mother, now you a son of my bitch
Not my mother, fucker (Get it, ha ha!)
Nigga Drag just shitted
Nigga don't get splitted
Nigga what!
[Drag-On -- acting out of breath]
Aiyyo, you running too fast slow down
(Hell yeah, we running a little bit too fast for these niggaz)
Hell no B, we gotta get out of here
[Verse 2]
I love to run a marathon
I make a lean hood nigga march like Fair Khan
'cause I, speak the truth when I'm in the Booth
My words like steroids I give niggaz a boost
23 years old I stand on my own
But if you count this chrome, I don't stand alone
I don't got to watch my back, my niggaz do that, my bitch massage that, my car garage that
I only put it out when it's time to front
But ain't no future in that, so I only drove it once
I'm not a C.O. like them fucking jerks
I'm C.O. of the streets 'cause I put in work
Like if I tell one of my niggaz, "Grab that"
'cause if you would have been in Baghdad, you would have been grab that
I'm sick of mothers saying "Please that's my only son"
Listen ma, this nigga is done you need to have another one
Rich or broke I'm still gonna get it
If it's little or alot, I'm still gonna spend it
If the FED's asks me, if I did (Yeah I did it)
Ya niggaz ain't built for bids
Ya niggaz is built for bitches (Snitches)
[Drag-On -- running]
Yeah niggaz
I told ya niggaz my flow went circles around you niggaz
If ya can't keep up, catch up with me
these mysterious games, that everyone plays, as the
copters flew in & the panic begins. lady of luck, will
you carry me out, will you fill out these charts, will
you tear me apart, no one ever makes me feel, no on ever
pays to steal, make a place where i can heal, where no
one ever goes. i wish i was like you, i wish i were brand
new, i want to reach out & find you. wait here, reach
