Devil Wears Prada

Nightfall Nightfall Rise Creeping up, getting closer All forms of prevention lost Notify your ensuing ghost The shadows move from East to west like clockwork They're hiding from the light We sleep in anticipation We awake in total fear Every window boarded up Our fate is drawing near Nightfall Nightfall They rise at night The sunrise Brings an end But can you make it 'til dawn? You can't hide From the dead But can you make it 'til dawn? What walks beyond the doorway? Looming torture jaws baring Is this the night of our demise Entwined with hell's faces Can you make it 'til dawn? Can you make it 'til dawn? Can you- Can you make it 'til dawn? It's that slow traverse It's that cold flesh Moving in, moving in Creeping up, getting closer All forms of prevention lost Notify your ensuing ghost The shadows move from East to west like clockwork They're hiding from the light We sleep in anticipation We awake in total fear Every window boarded up Our fate is drawing near They rise at night fall Nightfall They rise at nightfall Nightfall They rise at-

Out on my own No microphone Doubts overblown But I'm still reaching You know it's fine You know I'm fine Being a waste of time (A waste of time) But for me it's better Take the time to consider That what's for you is not my all On my own but I'm still reaching (no apologies) Spare your preaching (there is gold in me) Can't act like I'll take it back Force the hand, watch the concrete Watch as it cracks So what's it like being right? We know that it can't all be true Blinded eyes still black and blue When will you start listening? It's like rehearsing exhaustion On my own but I'm still reaching (no apologies) Spare your preaching (there is gold in me) Can't act like I'll take it back Force the hand, watch the concrete Watch as it cracks Just another one being dramatic Pretend moody, cinematic Play it back, play it back What was on those tapes? Stone sober, know that there's no escape There's no escape But I'm still reaching (no apologies) Spare your preaching (there is gold in me) Can't act like I'll take it back Force the hand, watch the concrete As it cracks Play it back, play it back Play it back, play it back

Whats up, Fresh, it's our turn, baby Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly Gotcha car, play gems on shine, said it's mine Get a mink, baby girl, let's ride You da numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide And go straight to the mall and turn out the inside Prowler Gucci full length leather Burbons cooler, Coogi sweater Twenty inches pop my feather The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so fly Numba 1, don't tangle and twisle When it come to these cars I am that nigga The Gucci with the matching interior 3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers We shine like paint daddy this our summer Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride Got everything in my moma's name But I'm hood rich da, dada, dada, da Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck? Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya butt See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma playa is where u can find me Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose With the navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me 'cause the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel Benz Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, boy can you top that? I'ma show you some shit rookie press that button The trunk went eh, eh and all of a sudden 4 15's didn't see no wire's And then I heard boom from the amplifiers Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins Impala Loud pipes, drinking that hen It's the birdy, birdy man, I'll do it again In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's Looking at my Gucci it's about that time 6 bad broads flying in at 9 New Suburban truck with the porno showin' Up and down and up they go and Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer, mommy that's your truck I'm coming up the hood been lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbley 430 lex with convertible top The rims keep spinning every time I stop I got a superman Benz that I scored from shaq With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride Got everything in my moma's name But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da

But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada I think I changed my mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah) Rockstar life Yes, I got these waxed denims on me And I got some fuckin' racks in 'em, dawg Yes, I'm in the back if you lookin' for me I ain't tryna impress none of y'all Yeah, and I got these bad bitches on me I ain't tryna shake none of 'em off See, I'm tryna get a bag on me, baby I ain't got no time to answer your calls Popping thousand-dollar tags, lil' nigga You can't find this shit I'm drippin' in the mall And I hope that I don't crash 'cause I'm moving fast I'm not tryna link with the stars And we smoke designer gas with exotic women Nigga, we can't help who we are Rockstar life and I might not make it Nigga, yeah, we havin' Glocks, not guitars Rockstar life, why these bitches always ask Why I'm always breakin' they hearts I think I lived twice Never ever had to cap, yeah, I been this way from the start No, I can't make you mine But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada I can't escape my mind Wake up every single day, and nigga, I get draped in designer Think I changed my mind No, I don't got time to play, baby, I be racing the clock And I'm staying out late 'cause I know that soon I'ma see the sun Yeah, and each and every single day We be on the move tryna get some money And I'ma take that lil' bitch to the moon Tell her just relax, baby, it ain't nothing And I swear it only took a day Made a couple racks but that's really nothin' I done made this bitch my Ricky bae If she want the Raf, nigga, it ain't nothin' And I got 'em mad, think I got 'em mad but it ain't nothin' (Oh yeah) Oh yeah, yeah Yes, I got these waxed denims on me And I got some fuckin' racks in 'em, dawg Yes, I'm in the back if you lookin' for me I ain't tryna impress none of y'all Yeah, and I got these bad bitches on me I ain't tryna shake none of 'em off Popping thousand-dollar tags, lil' nigga You can't find this shit I'm drippin' in the mall And I hope that I don't crash 'cause I'm moving fast I'm not tryna link with the stars And we smoke designer gas with exotic women Nigga, we can't help who we are Rockstar life and I might not make it Nigga, yeah, we havin' Glocks, not guitars Rockstar life, why these bitches always ask Why I'm always breakin' they hearts I think I lived twice Never ever had to cap, yeah, I been this way from the start No, I can't make you mine But I think you're kinda fine, you would look great in some Prada (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Rockstar life Rockstar life I think I changed my mind

1] My southern words float out And drift over the crowd Your shallow music Drive them to distraction And it wears me down It wears me down And it wears me down It wears me down My words carry no weight And at all my shows of late People just talk about you And it wears me down It wears me down And it wears me down It wears me down I'm at a loss I'm at a loss And it wears me down It wears me down And it wears me down It wears me down (I'm at a loss) And it wears me down (I'm at a loss) It wears me down (I'm at a loss) It wears me down

Seated in rows Knees and eyes closed, I felt pretty In the shoes and the dress Confused by the rest, could he hear me? Lydia wears a cross Says she's never gonna take it off We sit back to back Listening to Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack I'd be a believer If it was all just song and dance I'd be a believer If I thought we had a chance Eyes to the board Thoughts to our Lord We were praying for Princess Diana Miss Brown was keeping score Vivien's holding on But singing every single word wrong On the parade float Just a child in a leotard beneath a Technicolor dream coat I'd be a believer If it was all just song and dance I'd be a believer If I thought we had a chance The line-up, the quiet The bleeding heart divided Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me go on now you try it We sung, "Welcome to the family" Arms raised, at every assembly Little sirens singing their songs Where have the babies gone? I'd be a believer If it was all just song and dance I'd be a believer If I thought we had a chance