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Wale Album


Attention: Deficit (11/10/2009)
11/10/2009
1.
Triumph
2.
Mama Told Me
3.
Mirrors (feat. Bun B)
4.
Pretty Girls (feat. Gucci Mane & Weensey)
5.
World Tour (feat. Jazmine Sullivan)
6.
Let It Loose (feat. Pharrell)
7.
8.
Shades (feat. Chrisette Michele)
9.
Chillin (feat. Lady Gaga)
10.
TV in the Radio (feat. K'naan)
11.
Contemplate
12.
Diary (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)
13.
Beautiful Bliss (feat. Melanie Fiona & J.Cole)
14.
Prescription
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My Sweetie (iTunes bonus track)
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Center of Attention (iTunes bonus track)
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Be Right (Zune bonus track)
. . .

Triumph

[No lyrics]

. . .

Mama Told Me

[No lyrics]

. . .


Wale:
Mmm-mirror tell me I'm the realest
Since all these other niggas gg-gimmicks ll-lyrics
Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject.
C-could I be that nigga rejuvinatin l-lovers
Ddd-did I stutter the missing piece of the puzzle
Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble
Its easy on TV make them believe what they be seeing
M-mirrors never lie so they keep eyes up on they re-runs
For fear of what you show them, reality is golden
Real recognize real, you need some IV's to be noticed tho
One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals
What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Wale:
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all

Bun B:
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

Bun B:
Say there Mr. Mirror, put yourself up to yourself and in
Just take a look at the reflection thats reflectin in
Your own physical, superficial not spiritual
All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full
You need to hear it fool, but you dont want to listen cuz
You so f-full of your-s-self and you just sit and judge
You point em out, and call em up, and then s-sit em down
Then you put fertalizer, lyin, spread the shit around
But if you took a second Mr. Mirror, you would see
That you just mad at you man, you aint really mad at me
You took the hatred of yourself and just projected out
No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out
For real, you need to go away just like the rain song
Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong
So Mr. Mirror, man I'm just gon keep it G
If you can't look up at yourself,
How the fuck you lookin at me, mane.

Bun B:
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It is not hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

Wale:
Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

Wale:
Mmm-mirror, tt-tell me she the realest.
I met her in the club and she wouldn't let me in it
S-seen her in a video, seen her in a magazine
See me I aint frontin', we aint see them titties last week
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that?
I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that.
ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas
'09 Gold Diggers, walkin with a different path
Find a dummy, wrap him up, let him fuck, suck him up
Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
No longer (Caffera?), Surgery and maskera
Looking at your money,
but c-can't look up in that mirror
Fearin what it show you, reality is gold
Real recognize real, real women dont know you
One of the coldest, the gracing On that pole
What them tempers dont see,
I bet that mirror gon show you.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all
That aint hard, swear to God, these niggas aint real at all
Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong?
It aint hard, swear to God. These niggas aint real at all

. . .


Chorus:
Girls, I ask em do they smoke?
Ask em what do they know?
Ask em can we go? Pretty girls..
Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere
Girls are everywhere

Verse 1:
Thanks to the flow right now what up
A lime to a lemon remind you of the sky when im fuckin and we on cloud nine for that minute
Admire your style and your physique
and I aint trying to critique but you deserve a good drink, so whats up?
What you sippin on? Its no problem
Black and gold models like im pro-New Orleans
but shawty im far from a saint but I got two A-mex's that look the same way
Wale, D.C. thats me huh, my Prada say Prada and they Prada say Fela
I aint gotta tell ya they know about me huh
Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer
See baby im a leader they always from a Libra
And I aint trying to lead you wrong sugar I need ya
So would you please listen to what Imma need from you
Not for tonight, but for tomorrow's amnesia

Chorus:
Girls, I ask em do they smoke?
Ask em what do they know?
Ask em can we go? Pretty girls..
Sunshine in the air( ey shawty you gotta take your purse off for this one baby) perfume everywhere(No matter where you from we goin to D.C. right now)
Girls are everywhere( what up)
Pretty Girls

x2
Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap like this
Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap(clap) like this

Verse 2:
Okay you have em in amazement switchin four lanes in that 09' range
while im singing oh trey shit
Its like this all day
Okay my names Wale they probably know me from the you know
Boss in my Hugo, Floss like my two fer
My flow is on Pluto, them rollins aint plutons
Ha, Ya shawty thats G-shit, tokyo spinners, ya shawty thats G-shit
Please give head to that new D.C. shit, Im a PG shit, I aint finna keep it
And i be with so I got B.B.C. shit, even if I didnt I would ball like ,arenus, swish
Now shawty this is what Imma need from you
Not for tonight, but for tomorrow's amnesia

Chorus:
Girls, I ask em do they smoke?
Ask em what do they know?
Ask em can we go? Pretty girls..
Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere
Girls are everywhere
Pretty Girls

x2
Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap like this
Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap(clap) like this

. . .


(feat. Jazmine Sullivan)

[Chorus: Wale]
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand London, Tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe.

[Verse 1: Wale]
Momma ain't raise no fool true but me and my brother never made it out school she prayed on me passing that BAR it's way different ma you see I'm' passing out bars the definition of a jetsetter I'm hip hop still living like a good fella' castle and crooks sweater and the queen never trip she travel way faster than you rook niggas.Have you seen adiza with beaches that look like Eva with D cups with' a beach like an HBO feature at night a quarter-pound of sand in my un-released nikes bitch say I'm hot smoking on by the night nigga you don't know about the life when shit gets heavier than Norbert's wife but still gotta spit some enourmous ryhmes niggas more than like and more than likely when you return home you ignored by the gorgeous wife cause she feel slighted and you don't want to fight with her cause' you tired but now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land feet feel swollen, you gone from the zanex and this is the life with the mic in your hand
Ya ya

[Chorus:]
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand London, Tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe, sing to em' shorty.

[Reepat Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]

[Verse 2: Wale]
See Dre' did scottland and everybody jocked him I did scottland and got no props for it naw that just fucked up my jay's which fucked up my day rock walley's on stage
[ Wale Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Freezing my willy off, no hotel I'm back on the plane while they was like go whale I'm so well ahead of them I'm unpaved I did justice to Justice one fre' one thing that you niggas must acknowledge, I beat beats like pants on scottish whoa it's how it's dealt I've been over more water than than Neo Phelps.
It's harder when you by yourself my nigga Bun B. good health, my nigga Ron Fest never give about self cause we think about wealth like French do milfs on american Pie it's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lyings, the other half is out of them lines
Want to make a nigga like oh fuck relying so much that's it's on her, relying so much that it's over paid em' and they hate em' but they wrong for it D.C. no hooges I'm on first

[Chorus: Wale]
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand London, Tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe, sing to em' shorty.

[Repeat Chorus: Jasmine Sullivan]

[Chorus: Wale]
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid.
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand London, Tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

Sing to em' shorty.

[Repeat Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]

. . .

Let It Loose

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Chorus]
And she throws up whatever she eats
She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)
She live her whole life like tv
And she would do anything for everything
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)

[Verse 1]
Ms. Rodeo, tell me where your day go
Part-time waitress she really wanna make it
In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see clear
She don't really care about anyone advice
Nothing here's real, and everyone's alike
Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life
She barely eats at all, if she do she eats light
Indulging a meal when a toilets in sight
Expose those fries, can't hold those down
To be seven pounds, you must release several pounds
This is Heaven on Hell
This is how she wanna live
She ain't really trippin', she's on Beverly Hills

[Chorus]
And she throws up whatever she eats
She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)
She live her whole life like tv
And she would do anything for everything
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)

[Verse 2]
Just another day out in Beverly Hills
She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still
Believing the screens or anything there
But reality shows ain't real
So pretentious with no potential
She goes to catch up, although her rents up
In her defense-she part of the crowd
She gonna borrow some money
So she can party at Chows
It's apart of her goal
It's all she knows
Graduated from rosay, addicted to blow
Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow
So she kisses the stars
And gives them a blow
After every show, a dream she hold
Inhibition is gone, she just wanna be known
She wanna be know, she just wanna be known
Pulling down her skirt
"I never done this before", Nah

[Chorus]
And she throws up whatever she eats
She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)
She live her whole life like tv
And she would do anything for everything
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)

[Verse 3]
You know big-breast girls
Never ever pay rent
They meet the Rich Boys
Throw D's on that Bitch
Lease on The Whip
Beach on the weekend
Hotel suite, room keys is a gift
Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger
Now you just a whore to the male entertainers
Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick
The sun's always out
But It's clouds over here
Look, cocaine addiction, apartment eviction
To add to the list of Beverly Hills victims
Hold on you can see my vision
Next to you let down on a nigga

[Chorus]
And she throws up whatever she eats
She leave the bathroom wit a nose bleed
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)
She live her whole life like tv
And she do anything for everything
Regular girl, Celebrity dreams
She is...(90210)

. . .

Shades

[No lyrics]

. . .


Na Na Na Na... Na Na Na Na... Hey Hey Hey... Goodbyeeeeee... Hey!

[Lady GaGa:]
Lookin at, lookin at, lookin at me
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me
Eyes all sticky like honey on bees
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me

[Wale:]
Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, came to get it
My name Wale

[Verse 1: Wale]
SHIIIT This how you start of 09
Kickin in the door, and I'm everybody problem
Stuntin in some other Jordan Nines
I got Phil Knight talkin about "How you got them? "
Let's talk about the cars ya'll got
You say you got alotta whips, well I got a Lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You niggas mad that you not me
I remain a Giant and your Jeremy Shockey
And if you ain't heard me properly
If you speak garbage, then we no copies
DC chillin, PG chillin, floor to the ceilin
Stuntin in my Billion-Aire, gear on my
Millionaire Frames, that's money on my mind, WALE

[Bridge: Lady GaGa]
Get em all, get em all, pack it all up
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Across the pond, they all know us
International... Whoaaaa!
Driving my car to a foreign place
Lookin at me, now they know my face
We want it all now, we got all YESSSS
Look At That, Look at how they lookin at usss

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yea, they keep sayin whale but my name Wal-e
Ho's call me "Mr. Never Wear The Same Thang"
You redundant, you never ever change
And I'm the same way, M.I.A.
And me Cool and Dre get high like planes
Your man Wale in his own damn lane
Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane
Ain't heard DC since Sardines came
Ha! And I made ya'll love it
We don't cop plea's, but ya'll don't cop nothin
Police come around don't nobody say nothin
And you be with the cops, you niggas is McLovin
Dark liquor till we busted
Till I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullen
District Of Columbia
You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya!

[Lady GaGa:]
Get em all, get em all, pack it all up
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Across the pond, they all know us
International... Whoaaaa!
Driving my car to a foreign place
Lookin at me, now they know my face
We want it all now, we got all YESSSS
Look At That, Look at how they lookin at usss

[Wale:]
Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, Came to get It
My name Wale

[Verse 3:]
Dre, pick 'em, ah, pick'em, I'll shut em all down
Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out
Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene
Folarin be ballin for all ya'll to see
Ain't I something? The way I'm stuntin
My material girls give 'em A-Rod moneyyy!
LV on my luggage
Them Bammas goin hate, and I love it, fuck 'em

[Lady GaGa:]
Lookin at, lookin at, Lookin at me
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me
Eyes all sticky like honey on bees
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me

[Wale:]
DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, came to get It
My name Wale...

. . .

TV in the Radio

[No lyrics]

. . .

Contemplate

[No lyrics]

. . .


If I told you I wanted to talk to you,
You think i'm try'na holla at you,
And maybe I am but,
You wouldn't hear me out anyway's would you? ,
Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me goin' down that road,
Heart made of stone,
Far away from home,
Black woman you cold,
Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face,
Started off on thin ice,
im still here but i cant skate,
Slow sink, cant breath, no remorse, dont think,
Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat,
Queen, you deserve the title but she reject what i give, while she nurse the wounds by them,
Tried them didnt work,
Diary of a black girl,

(chorus)
I wonder why i sit and cry,
Wish i could shed all these tears,
Im down and out,
Ill keep it moving and tryna get out,
I dont know how to move on,
Where i went wrong,
I wish i could live with no fear,
So down and out,
Ill keep it moving and tryna get out,
Somehow,

Raised by a momma who, who,
Hate her baby father so, so
She dont have a problem with, with,
Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick,
Im just tryna be the one who never run, but you run away from me,
Girlfriends man cheat, cheat,
Why not me the same thing,
She cant see in me, what i see in her,
This pain she inherit cant be reversed,
I cant even stay living in the shade of all the motherfuckers who played you,
The irony in that is that i aint even that, but you coulda been these pages,
Wife, you deserve the label but, but, you been hurt before so you dont feel your able,
Tried them didnt work, got impossible standards, nothing that i ever do works,
Diary of a black girl,

(chorus)

See all i wanna do is be relevant,
Just tell me that i ever meant anything more,
That you could ever see me and you in another light,
But its like the dark women indoors in the darkest nights by the wrong man,
see all of them have made you incapable of a first impression,
what it do is i channel my aggression with no cable or antenna,
Just intentions to impress you if capable,
Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you,
Cars, nothing i drive can drive you out of this state of mind,
For such an ugly picture and,
Money, nothing i buy can buy more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it,
Diamonds, a girls best frienf is what they say but believe me with the right allegience shorty you gonna shine anyways,
and everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary,
the day before is better than the present,
so anyone presented in her presence is doing these life sentences,
theres no key for release,
no reason to be around,
her minds in the clouds,
she writes it all down,
in her diary,

(chorus)

. . .


(Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale)
Babe you know it gets no better than this
It's like, sunshine on a rainy day
It's like a high, could you take me away
Take me away, away. It's a beautiful bliss

When you feel like this (beautiful bliss)
When you spill out hits (beautiful bliss)
When you fly as a bitch
And you ride with tints
And you aint bothered a bit now baby

(Verse 1 - Wale)
Fresh out the airport
Fresh out the chair with the clippers
Like Sean living, thinking, hmm
I'm trying to get it like Sean get it
If lord giveth a mill and a milf light skinded
A slight blemishes and life system
But I'm giving it foundation when I write lyric
That anvil night hard minus bright knickers
Maybe not quite the star but my hearts in it
When Bret Hart meet Brett Farve
A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four
You see my figure more or less stick some more
On your vest then my larynx and lungs and this voice I project
My project is like what pros inject
And niggas so fly I should be droved in jets
Its ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke
You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

(Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale)

(Verse 2 - J.Cole)
I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel
Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal
And tell dem niggas at the top we want your spot we are for real
And yet we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels
So you best be on your toes nigga
Especially on your flows nigga
Cause man they keep on checking for me especially all your hoes nigga
Catch me on your doorstep you see me let me in
All I wanna do is eat I'm like a freaky lesbian
Now all I wanna do ball on tv knee E S P N
They heard I'm bout to blow so all my enemies say lets be friends
And all these rappers know just where im bout to go so catch me then
Where all the girls we knew that scream "fuck you"
Gon let me in, I'm definiately in a class of my own
At dinner with HOV hoping that he pass the baton
He just pass the patron
Ain't nothing given dog its earned if you just living dog you learn
I let you niggas see the light I'm like the prison yard I yearn
For that living large but mama I ain't done yet
Sit back and watch your son rise
Kick back & know your son set
Forever I ain't run yet and never will
Nas told me lifes a bitch
Pac said fuck the world and I aint come yet
You up yet?
My punchlines like gut checks I'm raw dog
I'm rough sex I'm on deck I'm up next
I'm godbless I'm success so fuck stress
You can get the fuck from round me
And if you listening know you wondering
Where the fuck they found me
I'm from the ville boy

Hey Wale... good lookin'

(Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale)

(Verse 3 - Wale)
Another day up in my ES
Wish it was an LS
But elastic is my wallet, fuck it
I don’t be stressed like relaxed.. muscles
Your feedback aint flexing
And you can keep it running, like a muffler
When we not in summer
They like A list actors they not no stunners
Too much practice now for me to malfunction
So any beat that function I breathe on and puncture
Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture
Waiting showing you her beauty if shes naked
Its like a view of paintin or a lakehead
This just how beautiful my day is
Peep me how im raising up the capital for Nathan
Capital I'm raising like I'm through punctuating
Or shift keys or an I placement cause
Shift the keys get your capital raised up

(Chorus - Melanie Fiona & Wale)

. . .

Prescription

[No lyrics]

. . .


Wale:I needed to feel like when your mother used to take you to the african party

Chorus:
You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever

Verse 1:
Well, maybe not forever
Chain withdrawn when we not together
Best foot forward, holla at your boy
And I can get em all without lots of effort
take her home, and we can get it on
Make my jelof with lots of pepper
God has blessed her, prauda dresser
Mix my guiness with a Dr. Pepper
Im so Naija, she so ibo
she so sweet, shortie feed my ego
Me bold dude, Boladipo olu
Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods
African queen got what you need
said my name wale, Ba wo ni

Chorus:
You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever

Verse 2:
Who said I don't rap, i am naija all day
when I meet your mom I still du ba le
I am Wale, Oluwa
We be in the party like we own that bar
No regard when I'm going at a broad
And I go up in a party like im going abroad
Understand that's fly, damn super fly guy land in Du Bai
yall can't get it, I make yall get it
Hate estate and my iPod wit it
Money on the floor, throw it on a broad
this is not balling, but this is our culture
You is not hip then I can not coach her
If its not couture, i will not go to her
If its not k9, i will not couture
To much cognac wheres my chauffeur

Chorus:
You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever

Money on the floor, spray it spray it
said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it
said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it
said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it
said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it
said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it
said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it
said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it

Chorus:
You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever

. . .

Center of Attention

[No lyrics]

. . .

Be Right

[No lyrics]

. . .


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