• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Million - Jawbreaker
• Million - David Usher
• Million - Number One Gun
• Million - Paul Kantner
• Million - Yg
• Million - Revamp
• Million - Volcano

Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes.
Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame.
So excited, so unslept.
Somewhat littered, so unswept.
You have to sleep before you wake.
I am spilled and poured.
I am peeled and cored.
I am hanging from the floor.
Flicker like a freak through a sleepless week
In a black cell of forever.
There's a point to this.
A point I think I often miss.
Oh clever, clever, where's your heart?
You can turn a phrase until it reads a million ways.
It makes no sense but it's as good as it is sad.
I am sad, elated.
I am segregated.
There's this stitching and it's itching.
All my friends are dead.
Asleep in distant beds.
At least these enemies stay close.
Take me to the pretty ones.
I want to be a pretty one.
Sign me to a nice girl so she can ruin me eternally.
They offered me a million bucks.
All I want's a steady fuck.
Oh steady, steady, where are you?
Channer surf a sea of static,
See the prize but you can't have it.
There's something thankless in a wish fulfilled.
I am thrilled and bored.
I am unskilled, adored.
All of both and none of one.
I would kill for more.
I haven't killed before.
I could set this heart on stun.
Take me to the pretty ones.
I want to be original.
Sign me to a nice girl so I can sing her something meaningful.
In my perfect world I'd be signed to a nice girl.

Borrowed in black you are mine
Don't make it easy don't make it hard
Don't make it so simple again
So so easy again
Bound like a child you are mine
I can't defend you
I won't complain
I won't go so so quiet again
Go so gently again
A million a million more
A million a million more
A million a million more
For you to burn
Promised your mother I'd write
I'd kill you quickly
I'd keep you calm
I'd make it all so simple again
All so quiet
Here once the morning was bright
But violence changes changes the light
And now I've grown so empty again
Grown so empty again
A million a million more
A million a million more
A million a million more
For you to burn
I can be cold dear I can be cold as you wanted
Living is hard here
When I'm just the whore that you wanted me to be
A million a million more
A million a million more
A million a million more

Make this right
We're going to
Don't you worry
We're going to
All of the drawbridges
In the city are upright
(Upright)
Nobody, not even you
Can bring them down
(Bring them down)
So cry about it
It's in your mind
It's in your way
It's underneath your skin
(Skin, skin)
I guess I was wrong
The way I thought about you was right
I guess it's alright
One in a million
Chances are always on our side
(Our side)
We're looking for anything
Anything to keep us alright, alright
The next time you find yourself in the water
You hold tight
(Hold tight)
And why don't you ask yourself
What you're living for
(What you're living for)
So cry about it
It's in your mind
It's in your way
It's underneath your skin
(Skin, skin)
I guess I was wrong
The way I thought about you was right
(Thought about you was right)
So hold on, won't you hold on
One in a million
Chances are always on our side
(Our side)
We're looking for anything
Anything to keep us alright, alright
Happy, I just want to be happy
With myself tonight
(I was stronger, stronger)
Happy, I just want to be happy
With myself tonight
I was stronger, stronger
I was stronger, stronger
Make this right
You've got to
Don't you worry
You've got to
Make this right
You've got to
Don't you worry
You've got to
One in a million
Chances are always on our side
(Our side)
We're looking for anything
Anything to keep us alright, alright
Happy, I just want to be happy

Hear the sound of a million people
Millions of children in motion
All of us waiting for the rain
To wash away the dust from our bodies
Can you dance, can you remember
How to dance and get along with all of us
For the rest of our life
And yet there were some of the men and ladies
Who remembered that in the beginning we were one
A body and one spirit in all of our bodies
Whoa... oh sanctuary
Come and sail with me ... revelation
Standing on the edge of civilization
Farewell to the good times behind you
Goodbye San Francisco Dream
Good mornin San Francisco ladies
Good mornin San Francisco crazies
Get it on, come along now
Just maybe one more chance
To get it on with all of us for all of our life
I bow down to San Francisco ladies
I bow down to M'San Francisco lady...
Gonna get along gonna getcha down

[Hook:]
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
[Verse 1:]
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
She think I'm worth a million so her panties get to
peelin'
I stop and get some condoms, so I won't have no
children
Legs up in the back seat, booty in the back seat
The way a nigga ballin' you would think I was an
athlete
Mustard in that Benzo, I'm up in that Porsche, though
Youse a bad bitch, why you actin' like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck you call me?
All my homies bangers, pistols ain't no strangers
Pistols ain't no strangers, and pistols can't taint us
Ratchets in the lobby, that's my type of party
We buy or sell gangsters, my clique don't need nobody
Rich niggas eat out, pussy niggas Mia
Fuck it then I beast now, like peace out
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm riding in that Porsche, mind on some money
Niggas act funny, start makin' money
Pussy make that label, all my niggas able
Pull lil' bro and some killers on the payroll
All my niggas a-holes, act like we don't give a fuck
I bet that shorty hit 'em up...
I had to switch it up, now I live it up
I live it Hollywood, we at my house thick as fuck
Pussy don't do shit for me, it's just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch, what?
Bitch I think I'm Tupac, bitch I think I'm Tupac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they get their ass popped
Mamas wanna fuck me, their daughters wanna fuck me
Thee bitches think I'm ratchet and the niggas say I'm
lucky
More racks on, couple racks gone
Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
I be ridin'
My niggas we be ridin'
Our pitchers do the fighting
So you don't wanna rise, no
Our money gets on
Ciroc and Patron
Havin' bad bitches come up out they thongs
One rack gone, double racks gone
Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone