Game On (feat. Good Charlotte) [From "Pixels - The Movie"] - Waka Flocka Flame

When I think about my life I wonder if I will survive To live to see in 25 or will I just fall? Like all my friends, they just keep dying. People round me, always crying. In this place I like to call my home. Not everyone knows, that everybody goes to a better place. Not everybody knows that everybody could be living their last days But the hard times will come, and we'll keep movin' on. We're movin' on. Keep movin' on. Life. Hope. Truth. Trust. Faith. Pride. Love. Lust. All make up the things we've lost But things we've gained we'll take with us. And all i have is these two hands To make myself a better man I wonder if I'll ever see the end of this. And all this rain it keeps on falling On my head and now I'm calling Out to someone else to help me Make it through. Not everyone knows, but everybody goes to a better place. Not everyone knows that everybody could be living their last days But the hard times will come, and we'll keep movin' on. We're moving on. Keep moving on. Life. Hope. Truth. Trust. Faith. Pride. Love. Lust. Pain. Hate. Lies. Guilt. Laugh. Cry. Live. Die. Some friends become enemies Some friends become your family. Make the best with what you're given This ain't dyin', this is livin'! Said we're movin' on And we got nothing to prove To anyone Cause we'll get through We're movin' on and on and on and on... Life. Hope. Truth. Trust. Faith.Pride. Love. Lust. Pain. Hate. Lies. Guilt. Laugh. Cry. Live. Die. Some friends become enemies Some friends become your family. Make the best with what you're given This ain't dyin', this is livin'!

She's got a smile so sweet It's every little thing for her head down to her feet Out of the magazine And I see you on the tv I love the song she sings Cause when I turn around it's like she singing to me And every word she means Like it could be about me (it could be about me) She's sound to me She's sound like sex on the radio I love to hear her scream And when I push play she's screaming in stereo She's sound like sex on the radio She put sex on the radio (sex on the radio) I know that we would meet At one of those shows they do on the radio And wish she look at me All I said was hello (all I said was hello) I took around to eat Cause we were in the city that neither one of us knew We never went to sleep Cause when the sun came up, we knew that we were have to go She's sound to me She's sound like sex on the radio I love to hear her scream And when I push play she's screaming in stereo She's sound like sex on the radio She put sex on the radio (sex on the radio) She sounds like sex on the radio She put sex on the radio (sex on the radio) I've got to admit, this feeling's a cheat I don't wanna stop and she don't want me to quit But she gives a little nervous for what we do Scare what they would say What they would talk about if they knew Heard her sing a song I knew that she would write about it It's all in the magazine, I knew that she could keep a quite Keep it in the sheets, the radio the beats Between you and me, we'll flow away back here She's sound to me She's sound like sex on the radio I love to hear her scream And when I push play she's screaming in stereo She's sound like sex on the radio She put sex on the radio (sex on the radio) She's sound to me She's sound like sex on the radio Feels like to me She's sound like sex on the radio

Take a look around, don't you see it See that you are the only real face in the room? No one here has a clue what you're feelin' Don't feel bad, keep your sadness alive Look at all these happy people Living their lives Look at all these plastic people There's nothing inside Look at all these shallow people Telling their lies Look at all these empty people, people Don't you know That misery loves company? Yeah, I heard That misery was looking for me Happiness is a face That don't look good on me Yeah, I heard That misery comes looking for me Whoa, misery's my company Whoa, misery is looking for me Looking for me The hands are up now, everybody see it Everybody's movin', they program their feelings They're synchronizing and criticizing Don't feel bad, keep your sadness alive Look at all these happy people Living their lives Look at all these plastic people They're dying inside Look at all these shallow people Telling their lies Look at all these empty people, people Don't you know That misery loves company? Yeah, I heard That misery was looking for me Happiness is a face That don't look good on me Yeah, I heard That misery comes looking for me Whoa, misery's my company Whoa, misery is looking for me Don't you know this misery loves me? Don't you know this misery loves me? Don't you know this misery loves me? Don't you know this misery loves me? Loves me So you're tired of runnin' You're tired of hurting You're tired of living in their lies You're tired of listening You're tired of hurting Keep your sadness alive, alive, alive Don't you know That misery loves company? Yeah, I heard That misery was looking for me Happiness is a face That don't look good on me Yeah, I heard That misery comes looking for me Don't you know Misery loves company? Yeah, I heard That misery was looking for me Happiness is a face That don't look good on me Yeah, I heard That misery comes looking for me Whoa, misery's my company Whoa, misery is looking for me

Born on a lonely planet, full of broken dreams Where no one understands me When I finally met an angel, I didn't know what to say She just held my hand We would lay awake at night, looking at the stars Thinking of the ones we've lost and wonder where they are When we lit another candle, she asked me who's to blame Then she put her arms around me and held me to the flame So why do we hurt each other? We don't need the words for one another's Prayers, they don't mean a thing at all Do they answer when you call? These prayers, when you don't mean what you say Would you die for me today? Now I just can't relate None of this makes sense in this reality God just leaves the room when I turn on my TV I see a little girl who's crying 'cause she lost her family All these strangers sending thoughts and prayers, she's buried underneath Why do we kill each other? We can't feel the pain in one another's Prayers, they don't mean a thing at all Do they answer when you call? These prayers, when you don't mean what you say Would you die for me today? Now I just can't relate We're so far away from one another We keep building walls between each other's Prayers, they don't mean a thing at all Do they answer when you call? These prayers, when you don't mean what you say Would you die for me today? Now I just can't relate Prayers, they don't mean a thing at all Do they answer when you call? These prayers, when you don't mean what you say Would you die for me today?

Life was simple, Roger was working 'round the clock to make a living, No computers, none of that, he used his two hands, Ignored the cold war His wife would keep him warm, On the weekends, He'd load the car up with the kids and they'd go fishing, No need to work an extra job, there's no recession, Damn right he smiled a lot They'd lay awake at night So in love It was a good good year The kids were alright, "Highway to Hell" beat out "Stayin' Alive", The Clash was on the radio And mum and dad were still in love, In 1979. It was a good, good year. In the morning, Robin always woke up early in the kitchen, She'd make the coffee, pack his lunch and then she'd kiss him And he would hold her tight When they were newlyweds He'd say maybe And she would laugh, they knew they'd have another baby She'd slave away all day until dinner was ready, And they would dance so slow to "Just the Way You Are". It was a good, good year The kids were alright, "Highway to Hell" beat out "Stayin' Alive", The Clash was on the radio And mum and dad were still in love. In 1979. It was a good, good year. All the decades and the years have passed, Not every family is built to last, No time can take away these memories Remember when you said to me That we'd be alright. Oh oh ohhh The kids were alright, "Highway to Hell" beat out "Stayin' Alive", The Clash was on the radio And mum and dad were still in love, In 1979 It was a good, good year. Oh oh ohhh Disco couldn't survive With the Dream Police and Rock N Roll High Blondie brought out "Heart Of Glass" And mom and dad bought their first house. In 1979 It was a good, good year. It was a good, good year.

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti