Thriller
[Jay Z:]
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen.
We dedicate this album to anybody, people who said we couldn't make it.
To the fans that held us down till anybody came around.
Welcome. It's here.
That summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story
Now in stores
Make us poster boys in your scene
But we are not making an accepting speech
I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes
Every dot com's refreshing for a journal update
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch till the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch till 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 that is done
And it's me and my password at the after life
Crowds are won, lost and won again
But all hearts beat, for the dead heart
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch till the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch till 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 till the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
The Take Over, The Break's 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 way for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend it.
Don't pretend.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
Say, your head could 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 way for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend it.
Don't pretend.
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
we're trapped and well concealed, in secret places (woah).
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
we're trapped 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 trapped and well concealed, in secret places (woah).
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
we're trapped and well concealed, in secret places.
We don't fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
we're trapped 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
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn 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 [x2]
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 hips or cars,
No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full
Please, catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate [x2]
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 god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate [x2]
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
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