Lift Me Up

Rihanna

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[Verse 1: David Dallas] Swinging for the stands, let me see your hands Try to mash out on this life, fame and do the dance What's the plans man? I'mma hit the city and sight-see Lot of imitators, you can tell them to bite these These hype-beasts on the sidelines, like Spike Lee I'm playing outta town, someone tell them to write me My flight leaves early tomorrow, let's get acquainted And town's looking kinda dull, it's time to paint it Walking around this whole spot like we made it If they ain't talking about us, we re-name it Don't give a fuck who they put up on the A list See anything we don't like, we replace it Change it, rearrange it What's your favorite drink? Once you take the shot this what we be chasing with It don't make a dif' No you ain't no basic chick Tryna' get to grips, show you what it is [Chorus: Rokske & PNC] Don't be blinded by the lights Killing day, we up all night Pour it up, girl, it's alright I just gotta know You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya I gotta know You wanna give me what I need baby, won't ya I just gotta know You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya I gotta know You wanna give me what I need baby, won't ya [Verse 2: David Dallas] Yeah, get it right, roll with the winners And if anybody asks, you don't know when you'll be finished It ain't nobody's business And they can say uh, cos there ain't no limits This masterpiece shit, I be a hard act to follow Probably hurt when I see the bank balance tomorrow For now it don't matter, so no chatter About the dudes that ain't got no talent and no manners I'm no fan of and don't dabble in scrub shit So if you need a cab you won't have the coverage Pour it up, pour it up like Rihanna Good girl gone bad, Charlotte to Samantha Sex in the City fan, I know you can hang with this Any photo looks good if the angle fits But you fine though, you don't need no camera tricks Tryna' get the grips, show what it is [Chorus: Rokske & PNC] Don't be blinded by the lights Killing day, we up all night Pour it up, girl, it's alright I just gotta know You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya I gotta know You wanna give me what I need baby, won't ya I just gotta know You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya I gotta know You wanna give me what I need baby, won't ya