You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, help me up It starts with Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Oh they havin good old time out there This is fun Ladies and gentlemen let's put our hands together for the astonishing Welcome ladies

It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what

First time I felt the words First time I sang along Whenever it comes on I just think of you And everything you do You're my one, my from now on My first love song This is my first love song Ridin' down the road listenen' to the radio

Come on, come on don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted Can't turn back, now I'm haunted

I'm walking over I'm in this silence I'm in this, burning You're raising towers You were here for a while You come to me docile Tried to make sense of this By the time that I expressed That I had felt helpless

In a sentimental mood I can see the stars come through my room While your loving attitude Is like a flame that lights the gloom On the wings of every kiss Drifts a melody so strange and sweet In this sentimental bliss You make my paradise complete Rose

Cha-cha now y'all Take it back now y'all One hop this time Right foot let's stomp Slide to the left Left foot let's stomp Reverse Reverse Clap your hands everybody To the left Two hops this time

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's

Find me out awalkin' time the whistle starts acallin' maybe stoppin' early knockin' at your door. Take so long to answer Lord knows it ain't the milkman would be stoppin' early sellin' door to door. This off'll get the stain out