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Текст песни:

Припев:
От спальни и до кухни.
Её любимые маршруты.
Просыпаюсь под утро.
С моей новой подругой.
Я дал ей шанс.
Чувствую себя, как босс.
Я не знаю других слов.
Я дал ей знать.
Мне легко сказать ей "Стоп".
Мне легко сказать ей все.

Снова с малышкой, как Бэти Бук.
Большая бути, так хочет кнут.
Пробовал все: толкать траву,
До схавать круг и сесть за руль.
Дал взятку копам и еду в клуб,
Я чаще щеток у сук во рту.
Потри мне лампу, но я не джин.
Можешь оставить лампу во рту.
Ты известней, но я лучше.
Она хочет быть любимой с*чкой.
От спальни и до кухни.
Это её основные маршруты.
Близняшки и джакузи.
Она скачет на мне, как на батуте.
Плоские с*ки не в моем вкусе,
Передай это своей подруге.
Ее киска - это мой второй дом,
Опускайся, нагибайся slow pow.
Тебе стоит это делать нон-стоп.
Если твою мать ты хочешь в роддом.
Снимай t-show, смывайте make-up,
Они хотят приручить меня - ха, никогда!
Гребаный лайф-стайл, как у меня,
Требует кондом, контекст три мешка.
Янчи не влюбляется он плохая задн*ца.
Она так хочет воспитать моих дочек.
Но я не доверю с*ке Lil-Yanix′a,
Эти пусси ниггеры так парятся.
Я сомневаюсь, что у них есть яйца.
Никогда не бегайте за маленькой.
Даже если она очень нравится.

Припев.

Бей по полу, как от болевого,
Если не готова делать это долго.
Есть набор на машине Honda,
И вытер орган об автоштору.
Уснул на ж*пе этой красотки,
Длинные ноги - основа.
Мы сходим с ума, только я и я она.
И она, она, она, их много!
Яникс, юзает заек, у твоих типов зависть.
Не парясь плюю в их хари.
Девочки тонут в моих двух кариях.
Прыгай на мой шест, покажи танец.
Я говорил тебе - белый чл*н парит,
Могу быть ее парнем и тр*хать ее в ванной.
Откуда эта влага, от нее или от крана?
Она мажет мои новые тату,
Бич, можно я буду называть тебя Усу.
Но не потому что я тебе люблю,
С*ка, я не помню, как тебя зовут.
Залетаю, залетаю в этот клуб,
Они раздеваются за пару штук.
Если нет, если нет,
Я могу накинуть еще пару штук.
С*ка, я пытаюсь быть лучшим,
Лучше попытайся быть лучшей.
Раз тебе еще важны чувства.
И так надо быть моей музой.
А пока я задыхаюсь в дыме,
Пью за всех кого нет с нами.
Все что мы делаем чилим.
Пока они наблюдают.

Припев.

@ Yanix

Текст песни:

no fame
all there is
all there was
on the second lady
can′t take a cent
take a cut of that
kind of ran
I′ll stand kind of bent
kind of pushed
on that heavy land
I′ll stand for the sake of my friends
well, I will see him there

Down
down
count me down
down
down, boy
down
count me down
down, boy
down, boy
down, boy
down

the same
not begin
not give up
in a better way
again, kept the stain
off his bed
not to split them off
I′ll stand for the sake of my friends
I will see him there
well, I will see him there

Down
down
count me down
down
down, boy
down
count me down
down, boy
down, boy
down, boy
down
down
count me down
down
Down, boy

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

I got a man who makes me wanna kill
I got a man who makes me wanna kill
I got a man he makes me wanna uh
I got a man who makes me wanna Kill

I got a man who makes me wanna die
I got a man who makes me wanna die
I got a man who makes me wanna OH!
I got a man who makes me wanna die

We′re all gonna burn in hell.
I said we′re all gonna burn in hell
Because we do what we gotta go
Yeah well and we got the fever to tell
I said we got the fever to tell

Hey!
Come on!
Hurry now Uh Hu
Hey
Uh
Come on

I got a man who makes me
I got a man who makes the devil pale
I got a man who makes me wanna kill
I got a man who makes me wanna kill Yeah

We′re all gonna burn in hell.
I said we′re all gonna burn in hell
Because we do what we gotta go
Yeah well and we got the fever to tell
I said we got the fever to tell

I got a man
Well
I got a man
Hey
I got a man
yeah
I got a man

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

Yeah New York
Yeah Manhattan
Yeah New York
Yeah Big Apple

Come on Come on

Red hair pink eyes A wwwwwwwww
goodbye
Red hair pink eyes A wwwwwwwwww
Goodbye

Lavender pink dye A wwwwwwwwww
Goodbye
Lavender Pink dye A wwwwwwwwwwww
Goodbye

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

This can′t be home... anymore
This can′t be home... anymore

If you, think I
Have not been missing
The way she breathes
You are mistaken, my friend
I′ve fallen down
So put your mouth on
My bloody knees

One night with me and
I′ve broken your trust
I′d hate to be the bond
You know is gonna bust
(know is gonna bust)
Hurting lungs breathing
Sighs of disgust

This cant be home... anymore
This cant be home... anymore

Now cold concrete
Blank walls are staring
Into your lonely eyes
I duck behind them
And hope that you won′t go
And ask for answers to
Why I made you cry

I never wanted us to fade out
Resting on a love that fell apart
Where are you?
I need you
You still have, still have my heart

I never wanted us to fade out (fade out)
Resting on a love that fell apart (torn apart)
Where are you?
I need you
You still have, still have my heart

One night with me and
I′ve broken your trust
I′d hate to be the bond
You know is gonna bust
(know is gonna bust)
Hurting lungs breathing
Sighs of disgust

This cant be home...anymore
This cant be home...anymore

Open up my heart
Open up my heart
Open up my heart
Open up my heart...

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend the giant and traveling sails
Tell you all the times that I′ve failed
The years all behind me the stories exhaled

And I′m drying out
Crying out
This isn′t how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said lifes a circus and so we are small
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I′m drying out
Crying out
This isn′t how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...flow

Son I am not everything
You thought that I would be
But every story I have told
Is part of me

You keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
My heart beats like timpani drums
Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I′m drying out
Crying out
This isn′t how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...flow
Let it flow
Let it flow

Son I am not everything
You thought that I would be
But every story I have told
Is part of me
Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do
And every story I have told is part of you

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

Sleeping late on,
Warm afternoon,
Waking up to, bright silver moon.
Silent words from, my heart to you.
My empty filled, filled up with you.

(rockets fly)
(rockets fly)
i slip another smile in your pocket
my heart is racing to you like a rocket

(rockets fly...)
(into my sky)
i slip another smile in your pocket
my heart is racing to you like a rocket
(the two of us we dream as one)
(our energy could light the sun)
(the two of us we breathe as one)
(the two of us...the two of us)

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

I′m just so tired,
Won′t you sing me to sleep,
And fly through my dreams,
So I can hitch a ride, with you tonight
And get away from this place,
Have a new name and face,
I just ain′t the same without you in my life

Late night drives, all alone in my car
I can′t help but start
Singing lines from all our favorite songs
And melodies in the air
Singing, life just ain′t fair
Sometimes I still just can′t believe you′re gone

[chorus]
And I′m sure the view from heaven
Beats the hell out of mine here
And if we all believe in heaven
Maybe we′ll make it through one more year
Down here

Feel your fire,
When it′s cold in my heart,
And things sort of start,
Reminding me of my last night with you
I only need one more day,
Just one more chance to say
I wish that I had gone up with you too

[Chorus]
And I′m sure the view from heaven
Beats the hell out of mine here
And if we all believe in heaven
Maybe we′ll make it through one more year
Down here

You won′t be coming back
And I didn′t get to say goodbye (goodbye)
I really wish I got to say goodbye

[Chorus]
And I′m sure the view from heaven
Beats the hell out of mine here
And if we all believe in heaven
Maybe we′ll make it through one more year

I hope that all is well in heaven
Cause it′s all shot to hell down here (we need you here)
I hope that I find you in Heaven (singing in heaven)
Cause I′m so lost without you down here

You won′t be coming back
And I didn′t get to say goodbye (goodbye)
I really wish I got to say goodbye

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

[Hook:]
My President Is Black, My Lambo′s Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Ain′t Too
My Momma Ain′t At Home & Daddy Still In Jail
Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale

My President Is Black, My Lambo′s Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Ain′t Too
My Money′s Light green And My jordans Light Grey
And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay
Let′s Go!

[Verse 1:]
Today Was A Good Day Hope I Have Me A Great Nite
I Dunno Wat U Fishin For Hope U Catch You A Great White
Need I Say Great White Heavy As Killer Wales
I Cannot Believe This Who Knew It Came In Bails
Who Knew It Came With Jail Who Knew It Came With Prison
Jus Cause You Got An Opinion Does That Make You A Politician
Bush Robbed All Of Us Would That Make Him A Criminal
And Den He Cheated In Florida Would Dat Make Him a Seminal
I Say And I Quote We Need A Miracle
And I Say A Miracle Cause This Shit Is Histerical
By My Nephews And Nieces I Will Email Jesus
Tell Him Forward To Moses And CC: Allah
Mr Soul Survivor Does That Make Me A Konvict
Be All U Can Be Now Don′t Dat Sound Like Some Dumb Shit
When You Dogged Of Crew Orders Black As My Nigga Boo
It′s Really A Desert Storm That′s Word To My Nigga Clue
Catch Me In Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep For Them Real Niggaz I′m Winnin In California
Winnin In Tennessee Hands Down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama On My Way To Sevana

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Woke Up This Morning Headache THIS BIG!
Pay All These Damn Bills Feed All These Damn Kids
Buy All These School Shoes Buy All These School Clothes
For Some Strange Reason My Son Addicted To Polos
Love Me Some Spinach Dip I′m Addicted To Use This
And If The Numbers Is Right I Take A Trip Out To Houston
A Earthquake Out In China A Hurricane In New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour I Showed My Ass In New Orleans
Did It For Soulja Slim Brought Out B.G.
It′s All Love Bun B I′m Forgvin You Pimp C
You Know How The Pimp Be
That Nigga Go′n Speak His Mind
If He Could Speak Down From Heaven
He Tell Me Stay On My Grind
Tell Him I′m Doin Fine Obama For Mankind
We Ready For Damn Change So Ya′ll Let The Man Shine
Stuntin On Martin Luther Cause I′m Feelin Just Like A King
Guess Dis Is Wat He Meant Wen He Said Dat He Had A Dream

[Hook]

[Nas:]
History, Black History
No President Ever Did Shit For Me
Had To Hit The Streets Try To Flip Some Keys
So A Nigga Won′t Go Broke
Then They Put Us In Jail Now A Nigga Can′t Go Vote
So I Spend Dough All These Hoes Is Trippin
She Ain′t A Politician Honeys A Polotician
My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms
22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms
When Thousands Of People Is Riled Up To See You
That Can Arouse Ya Ego You Got Mouths To Feed So
Gotta Stay Tru To Who You Are And Where You Came From
Cause At The Top Will Be The Same Place You Hang From
No Matter How Big You Can Ever Be
For Whatever Fee Or Publicity Never Lose Your Integrity
For Years There′s Been Surprise Horses In This Stable
Just Two Albums In I′m The Realest Nigga On This Label
Mr Black President Yeah Obama Fa Reel
They Gotta Put Ya Face On The $5000 Dollar Bill

[Hook]

[Outro:]
So I′m Sittin Here Right Now Man
It′s June 3rd Haha 2:08 Am
Nigga I Won′t Say Win, Lose Or Draw
Man We Congratulate You Already Homie
See I Motivate The Thugs Right
You Motivate Us Homie
That′s What It Is, This A Hands On Policy
Ya′ll Touchin Me Right
Yeah 1st Black President
Win, Lose Or Draw Nigga Haha
Matta Fact You Know What It Is Man
Shouts Out Jackie Robinson
Booker T Washington Homie
Oh Y′all Ain′t Think I Knew That Shit!
My President Is Black
I′m Important Too Though!

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Cause I get allot of that, I get allot of that
Put your hands in the air, if you get allot of that
If you get allot of that, I get allot of that
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that

[Chorus x2]
Let′s talk about hate, cause I get allot of that
Talk about money, cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that,
I get allot of that, cause I get allot of that

[Verse 1]
This can′t be it man, this shit is stressful
Is that what it is, I′m just successful
Maybe I′m to good to hood, low down no good
I just keep shit real, just like you should
Twist my fingers, throw up my hood
Let′s get this money, I know I would
I know that′s right, but still we do wrong
J-bo got 30, but still we moved on
Get them clamps out, get my groove on
I stay iced out, get my cool on
Best be cool homes, get my goon on
I′ll bust them to homes, get my lose on

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
They say young fell off, yeah the boy done lost it
Been porting all my life baby, I′m just exhausted
I take a Gatorade break to get everything straight
Now I′m sittin here like how much Gatorade make
How much money would it take to make some mo money
Damn right a nigga straight come get some mo from me
I sold millions, made them millions
But still yaw doubt me, what′s this with out me
Can′t be that bad, still got my trap swag
And everytime I do a show I leave with a trap bag
Money in trash bags, I call that garbage
20 thousand a trash bag, It looks like garbage

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I get allot of that allot of this, I need allot of it
Sit on my bedroom floor counting all of it
That money be ludacris, it just might shock you
If you can′t find chaka, then my right hands keep it
Look I am simply on of the best
Can′t even lie I cant vouch for the depressed
Just like zip lock, they get killed in the plastic
Best add five grams so u can weigh it in plastic
I am so dirty, they wrap me in plastic
When they wrap me in plastic need to put me in traffic
They say that I′m difficult, even different
Show me the difference, I′ll bring you the difference

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

Ay, ay, check out the man, check out the man,
Ay, ay, check out the man check out the man
"lets get it"

I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights "lights" now its marble floors everywhere "ha-ha"
Call the carpenter the roof on the coups gone "jeah"
Give a fuck what he sold I′m the truth holms "that′s right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Billy Hondas on workin 2 pots "damn"
Baby need shoes partner need bail money
Blood hound for the bread I just smell money
You niggas just write I recollect "recollect"
Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks "yea"
I′m Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah"
The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay"

[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint never seen them pies
I′m talkin so much whit it′ll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it′ll hurt your hands
"lets get it"

I′m what the streets made me a product of my environment "jeah"
Took what the streets gave me a product of my environment "ay"
Now its 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma"
Telling you right now its gone be a cold summa "yeah"
Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side"
It′s a way of life that′s how us young niggas ride "that′s right"
Trap or die gave ′em hope They waiting on the sequel "jeah"
Its clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay"

[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint never seen them pies
I′m talkin so much whit it′ll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it′ll hurt your hands

I′m the author of the book, yea a genius wrote it "jeah"
There′s a message in my words you gotta decode it "ay"
I seen it all every gram every bird "what"
I spit the truth every noun every verb "that′s right"
I never exaggerated one line one dime "dime"
Never lied to the people not one time "neva"
A hard head make a soft ass "ay" and hard white it get you str8 cash "ha-ha"

[Chorus]
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You aint never seen them pies
I′m talkin so much whit it′ll hurt your eyes

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[hook]
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin′ hoes off, cut em′ up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88′, with that Georgia license plate
These niggas don′t know
They don′t even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla′ at me like you know your fo′, chiefing on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout′ 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya′ wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin′ bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit′ my slick partna′ then hit the studio

Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em′ in.
Atlanta Georgia, we comin′ for ya′ with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin′ gin, we steppin′ in
Its the Attic Crew, no flaw within
We them Youngbloodz wit′ plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe
Cause J-Bo is who I be, won′t fuck with you, don′t fuck with me
So can′t you see through the enemies
You′d besta be all you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts′?
hook

A day late and a dolla′ short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin′ to get meat
22 tryin′ to see 23, shawty ?three U double T′s?
What it ain′t gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Still ain′t came up with nay-thin′, let everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin′ on mine, ??
In the meantime tryin′ to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin′, but the grind don′t stop
Like time don′t stop, like a nigga who drop
?? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain′t got nothin′ to be smiling bout′
Only bit ?fake chasers? I′m tryin′ to waste
Gotta keep on stackin′, gotta keep on packin′
Slackin′ gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the blow, don′t show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin′ around, gonna get you fucked up
?4:30, the hill, law gone?

Always underestimated, great don′t gives a fuck, don′t make mistakes
Shake em′ off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don′t make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin′ said?
We ain′t scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I speak
I′m slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain′t
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethangs can′t be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin′ and shakin′, like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man

[hook]

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

Припев:
Я горячь, как Риф Рав.
С*чки хотят фри хакс.
Подъезжаю в стр*пклаб,
Взяв резинки Кин Стайнс.
Как тебе мой чик-стайл?
Это просто фристайл.
Залетаю в х5, повторяя иха.
Тот самый тип, blockstar.
Тот самый тип, blockstar.
Тот самый тип, blockstar.
Тот самый тип, blockstar.
Тот самый тип, blockstar.
Тот самый тип, blockstar.

Яни, яни хет-трик,
Я на этой дряни это бет-трип.
Суки называют меня с*кс-гид,
Они знают, что я новый Бред Питт.
Реальное дерьмо идет в playlist.
Русское нытье идет в блэклист.
Новые биты кореша Чейз Битс,
Попадают в дре битс и выходит рэп-хит!
Рано или поздно будет день - Х.
Мы наделаем шумихи будто Mad Lick.
Мы там, где они хотят быть.
Нажимаю play целый день.
Моя цель купить весь мир - for real.
Я самый горячий МС, все мои куплеты HD,
Зовут твою с*ку, "Эй ты".
Фу, она гоняет с LG,
Снимаем как будто лен-фильм.
Твою мать у меня есть ты.
Вечером падают без сил.
Но желудок я хотел жить.

Припев.

Ты понимаешь о чем мы,
Я продолжаю гастроли.
Толпа еб*тся со мною,
Я не снимаю свой snap back.
В новеньких фарах от дрейн бэн.
В черной машине как black man.
Я засыпаю под lap-dance.
Мы не пишем плохих рифм.
Даю слово, е, мы офишал на афишах.
Отс*сите все!
Я проблема, я угроза, кроме шуток,
Не играю с этим парнем, с этой с*кой.
Помню всех с кем начинал.
Помню всех по именам.
Я поимел фортуну и она захотела еще раз.
Высыпаю порошок в воду.
Но не инвайт и не юпи.
Все знают, мы диктуем моду.
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Припев.

@ Yanix

Текст песни:

My mouth you′re touching
Your mouth is running
No loving for nothing
Nobody knock my body out

My mouth is blowing right off
I′m so gone
Incoming, out clubbing
Not loving, slow your body down

How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?
How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?
How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?
How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?

My mouth is touching
To your mouth is running
No loving for nothing
Nobody knock my body out

How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?
How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?
How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?
How are you not going to show your scar?
How are you not going to get high, high?

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

Pack up
I′m straight
I′m not
I′m say say say...

(Chorus)
Wait they don′t love you like I love you

Made off
Don′t stray
Well my kinds your kind I′ll stay the same

Pack up
Don′t stray
Oh say say say...

(Chorus)
Wait they don′t love you like I love you

(repeat chorus)

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

Shake it like a ladder to the sun
Makes me feel like a madman on the run
Find me, never, never far gone
So get your leather, leather, leather on, on, on, on

Your zero
What′s your name?
No one′s going to ask you
Better find out where they want you to go

Try and hit the spot
Get to know it in the dark
Get to know it whether you′re
Crying, crying, crying, oh, oh
Can you climb, climb, climb higher?

Shake it like a ladder to the sun
Makes me feel like a madman on the run
No you′re never, never far gone
So get your leather, leather, leather on, on, on, on

Your zero
What′s your name?
No one′s going to ask you
Better find out where they want you to go

Try and hit the spot
Get to know it in the dark
Get to know it whether you′re
Crying, crying, crying, oh, oh
Can you climb, climb, climb higher?

Was it the cure?
Shellshock!
Was it the cure?
Hope not!
Was it the cure?
Shellshock!
Was it the cure?
What′s your name?

Your zero
What′s your name?
No one′s going to ask you
Better find out where they want you to go

Try and hit the spot
Get to know it in the dark
Get to know it whether you′re
Crying, crying, crying, oh, oh
Can you climb, climb, climb higher?

Was it the cure?
Shellshock!
Was it the cure?
Hope not!
Was it the cure?
Shellshock!
Was it the cure?
Hope not!

What′s your name?
What′s your name?
What′s your name?
What′s your name?
What′s your name?
What′s your name?
What′s your name?

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs