Santo, santo, santo é o senhor Santo, santo, santo é o senhor Senhor deus do universo O céu e a terra estão cheios da vossa glória (glória) Hosana, hosana, hosana nas alturas Hosana, hosana, hosana nas alturas Bendito o que vem Bendito é aquele que vem (que vem) Em nome do senhor, senhor Hosana, hosana, hosana nas alturas Hosana, hosana, hosana nas alturas... nas alturas

La la, la la La la, la la La la, la la La la, la la la La la, la la La la, la la La la, la la La la, la la la A riot, suggesting Alone I'm protesting There's no one here standing No loopholes, no branding There's no one here standing No loopholes, no branding I stand alone and curse at the sky I stand alone beside you I've never felt so alone in my life Baby, I stand alone beside you Don't look here, too graphic Like people, like plastic Don't look here, too graphic Like people, like plastic So dance in the madness Oh, Lord, did you plan this? So good to the madness Oh lord did you plan this I stand alone and curse at the sky I stand alone beside you I've never felt so alone in my life Baby, I stand alone beside you Na na na na ah La la, la la La la, la la La la, la la Na na na na ah La la, la la La la, la la La la, la la I stand alone and curse at the sky I stand alone beside you I've never felt so alone in my life Baby, I stand alone beside you Oh Burn the bloody house down Burn the bloody house down Burn the bloody house down It's good So long, flash, so long So long, flash So, so So long, flash, so long So long, flash, so long Fuck la la la la ah ooo Ah ooo La la, la la La la, la la Woo Woo Woo Fuck your ghost Fuck your ghost Fuck your ghost Fuck your ghost

(Chorus) 2x People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off the Jim Beam But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem I'm a low-down freak from Seapeak(?) See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang Cause I'm doin my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone And I'm sellin cell phones, all with chips My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war? You and your boys can bring the noise But I'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid! Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan (Chorus) 2x People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger) I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga (nigga) Like I just figure (figure) And my tracks didn't help niggaz So for rememdy I pound niggaz Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga Like them forty-two Girbauds I pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next nigga Confirmed by people that she can blow Convinced Booker T she's the next to go Now I'm checkin every joint and every unit I sold Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crew In the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is through Y'all screamin this is "Nutty Professor: Part II" To "Eyes Wide Shut" to whoever I choose I can appreciate a Kidman to a, Tom Cruise To a, fast food, I'm strictly drive-through The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools (Chorus) People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinkin I'm drinkin and smokin and stressin, go to church for confession Down on my knees, beggin to God, show me the path My label is jerkin me workin me so the devil can lurk in me Sick of niggaz bitchin, wishin I'd fail Tell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel I'm spittin the version of verses curses over the churches Rappin mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella Stop, the press! Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo I don't want your sex, here take your fast food "Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude!" Hey girl, I don't even know you "Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue" My momma never ever mentioned you My momma also told me to watch them sappy foos, what? (Chorus) 2x People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

You do what I say that you would You know l'd do the same if I could But I guess I just forgot about it Maybe I'm spread too thin I meant what I said, don't doubt it I just don't know where to begin 'Cause I've got a to-do list Ten miles long And I don't know how to do this But I'mma do it on my own I'm just working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt me You do what I say that you would You know l'd do the same if I could But I guess I just forgot about it Maybe I'm spread too thin I meant what I said, don't doubt it I just don't know where to begin 'Cause I've got, got what I want, what I need No such thing As too much opportunity (too much opportunity) I got what I want, what I need I figure it out, don't you doubt me Don't you doubt I'm just working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this Take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt me

Darlin' I'm feelin' pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darlin' Your so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Taking me some paper A pencil in my hand I'm ganna write Darlin' You know I feel the cold nights Thinking of the old nights Spent alone with you Darlin' A tear is in my eye now Knowing I could try now To make it back to you Hey! Darlin' I love you more than ever I wish we were together Darlin' Mine Darlin' I'm feeling pretty lonesome I'd call you on the phone some But I don't have a dime Darlin' Your so far behind me Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line Darlin' I'm feeling pretty lonesome (so lonesome) I'd call you on the phone some (call you on the phone some) But I don't have a dime (No I don't have a dime) Darlin' (pretty Darlin') Your so far behind me (So far behind me) Tomorrow's gonna fine me (tomorrow's gonna find me) Further down the line (down the line) Darlin' (Pretty darlin') I'm feeling pretty lonesome (oh I'm so so lonesome) I'd call you on the phone some(on the phone some) But I don't have a dime (No I don't have a dime)

Uh, Terror Reid Hey yo Stare into my fucking eyes and you will see How your life could be before you met me Don't wait, G, I meant you, and your little sister too I broke in your house and blew chunks in the room Now look at that, I'm chillin' in your mama's bubble bath Relaxin', chewin' on a shitty used napkin I must've mistook it for your grandma's tits She's into zippers and whips, I'm talkin' freaky deaky shit, bitch Tourture you with gutter tubes and throw you out like rubbish Tie up all your limbs and then control you like a puppet The bitches love it, putting cocaine in a bucket Serve it to the pigs and watch 'em cause a bunch of ruckus (Oh, it's like that?) Well kiss my mother fucking ass crack, bitch And tell your dad I want my Adderall back, bitch I'll play you like monopoly, destroy your property I got a pocket full of pills, so please prepare properly Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the uppercut, slam dunkin' in ya chick's guts T, E double R, O to the R Speedin' down ya block in a stolen cop car Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the BMX X-Up You better pucker up and kiss my gluteus I'm not that new to this Terror taking over, coming straight out the mothafuckin' looney bin I got the spastic tactics and unique techniques I'm Godzilla in the streets, and King Kong in the sheets Take a week just to recover I slice the booty cheeks like butter, then I nut under ya covers I used to fuck the pussy during math class Now I fuck the pussy or the tushy while I'm driving real fast R-E-I-D, he got the rare disease And grabbin' a gun that shoots mothafuckin' laser beams You know, anything is possible with these secret unlockables Unstoppable, gettin' head from Kim Possible And Ron's in the back, with his naked mole rat Give him a hit of acid, and a DVD of Rugrats What's the stich? Are ya hearin' this shit? That I'm spillin' out my lips as I'm pullin' on some Whippets Just sit back, relax, and pay attention The masked maniac is back And stole ya grandfather's whole pension Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the uppercut, slam dunkin' in ya chick's guts T, E double R, O to the R Speedin' down ya block in a stolen cop car Because I am the one who is next up Hit you with the BMX X-Up You better pucker up and kiss my gluteus I'm not that new to this Terror taking over, coming straight out the mothafuckin' looney bin It's Terror Reid, mothafucker (R-E-I-D) Comin' out the rubble (The illist) He causin' trouble Someone grab a fuckin' muzzle (Vodka bitch) (You don't know shit)

Richard liked the sound of his own voice By the kitchen in the mirror It extracted all of our teeth Filled the sink with blood And I am on the cross of forgiveness He wanted it final, finally And I ain't afraid to say it He is strong when it comes to love And I was driving places in his heart Bound for endless love Pushing at the arrow of time Taking back the hand that is mine Out there playing cricket with my blood He is taller than me Ain't no way to say it other than I have fallen from you Pushing at the arrow of time Taking the hand that is mine Richard liked the sound of his own voice By the kitchen in the mirror It extracted all of our teeth Filled the sink with blood And I am on the cross of forgiveness He wanted it final, finally And the record is playing your heart The flowers we planted have blown apart And like an [?] I'm sinking We wanted it final We wanted it finally