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Waddup Waddup Waddup Waddup
Waddup Waddup Waddup?!!!!
Welcome to my world all you goylies and you boyses.
Take you on a journey to the land of big Choices.
What to wear, what to eat, what the fuck we really need.
Anybody drop in from the town of Illinoises?
Geddup, Geddup Geddup Geddup
Geddup, Geddup Geddup?!!!
Listen to my homies ‘cause my peeps about to rock you.
Get up motherfuckers dance like no one dares to stop you.
Don’t be shy, don’t be sweet, don’t you dare take a seat.
Anybody drop in who would like to shout out Purdue?
Say my name, say my name, say my name, Boilers!
Say my name, say my name, say my name, Boilers!
Say my name, say my name, say my name, Boilers!
Say my name, say my name, say my name, Boilers!
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Michael Barnard - Club 2
02:09
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Music Composed and Performed by Michael Barnard
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Alex Diaz - Club 1
02:24
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We’re in the bedroom, one of those nights.
I can’t help but feel like
I’m in the next room, waiting outside.
Wondering in hindsight
Could it all be undone?
You, hanging on the tip of my tongue
Be erased, or begun? Begun.
So when the light comes, I’ll leave the lights on
Looking for a back way out, way out, way out.
I should’ve listened to my inhibitions,
Now you’re telling me to stay out, stay out, woah.
But when you pull me down hard, oh it’s harder to pretend
I would never go back again.
Lay on the threshold, holding your head
I don’t even know how.
A moment rests on things unsaid,
If it never works out
Could it all be a lie?
Assume, but I never realize,
I could be wrong
All the time, the time, the time.
But when the light comes, I’ll leave the lights on
Looking for a back way out, way out, way out.
I should’ve listened to my inhibitions,
Now you’re telling me to stay out, stay out, woah.
But when you pull me down hard, oh it’s harder to pretend
I would never go back again.
Hearts in a hailstorm
Cards in a killzone
Rudders in a maelstrom
Tell me what you’re running from.
Hearts in a hailstorm
Cards in a killzone
Rudders in a maelstrom
Tell me what you’re running from, oh.
So when the light comes,, I’d be the last one
Looking for a back way out, way out way out.
I should’ve listened to my inhibitionsl
Now you’re telling me to stay;
When you pull me down hard, oh it’s harder to pretend
I would never go back,
I would never go back again.
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Alex Diaz - Insidious
03:28
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Alex Diaz - Court
04:15
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Ooh yah who will do ya wid dat voodoo in the hula?
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Walk away, walk away, there you go,
Take away my dearest hope.
Why am I the one who’s always hurt?
Can’t you hold my breaking heart?
Why am I the one who’s always broke?
Standing here in shattered soul.
Chorus:
Floating helplessly,
Drowning in this sea.
Pull me up, help me out, take me down, and let me go,
Break my heart, and hurt me endlessly.
If he only knew,
Then he’d know to hold me.
What’s it take to make him want me?
What’s it like to own your own dreams?
Chorus
I’m the one who owns my life.
He’s the one I need.
I can shake him, bend or break him,
make his world complete.
Wait til he’s not as strong as he thinks,
Wait til he has needs.
That’s when he’ll come crawl to me
Finally he’ll see.
Chorus (Repeat)
Walk away, there you go.
Take away my dearest hope
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Turn Around Girl, I’m trynna make it mine.
Back it up shake that ass like a dollar sign
Got a cute friend? Don’t leave her behind.
Make it rain spelling ass with two dollar signs. Go.
Wait for me til I...
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Everybody listen up to what I say,
Call me young Marty McFly today.
Spark up your reggae get shy today
Know why today, still high today.
Jacque he’s my main man puttin’ on airs,
Couldn’t get laid at a county fair.
Jacque went up to Dallas said I like your state.
Dallas said to Jack let me set you straight,
You can be this way, you can be like that,
But you ain’t getting’ in when you hustle that crap.
Time’s runnin’ out Jacque’s feelin’ grim,
Played the real Jack BOOM finally got in.
Bustin’ my rhymes cause I’m trying to be fat,
You can be frat if you like it like that.
You can GQ if you’re stylin’ like that,
Haters PC when I’m trying to be Mac.
Shy little girl on the cover of Vogue,
Woman of the year, or you’re just stayin’ home.
I know a girl some of you call ho,
Grew up to be the mayor of a city you know.
Cause everybody’s gotta play the hand they’re dealt,
Gotta live their life by the way that it’s felt.
Life’s too short to be posin’ svelt,
Put your hands in the air as a crowd we melt.
You can be this way, you can be that way,
You can be any way, you can be anything.
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ThEDMatre West Lafayette, Indiana
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