Featuring Rihanna Introduction: Nicole. Ri-Rihanna. Ni-Ni-Nicole. Ri-Rihanna. Ni-Ni-Nicole. Ri-Rihanna. Ni-Ni-Nicole. Gonna win it no limit, strong
Who do you think you are What do you think this is A game you can play Tryin' to steal him away Well, I don't need a heartache like this Well,
Oh, it seemed forever stopped today All the lonely hearts in London Caught a plane and flew away And all the best women are married All the handsome men
Me with the floor show, kickin' with your torso Boys getting high and the girls even more so Wave your hands if you're not with the man Can I kick it
Don't remember much about my baby days, But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel
Rival gangsters sit down To plan an after-school program A religious fanatic posts footage Of an interfaith service project A group of teenage boys watches
No one will win the war, see families only die And birds won't soar the sky and there'll be no sun to shine No country wins a war, the grass won't grow
It's the winning side And everyone's cheering for the winning side And the children leave their homes to join the winning side And when Jesus comes He
Fingers blistered from the nightly scratching at the window Which won't open far enough to let air in The house wins, oh, the house always wins Feral
Your first hello, darkness is broken Scared, I know, the wheels are in motion It's opening night for the show of your lifetime, my friend The days roll
When the night is gettin' closer, darkness comin' down Dreams turn into nightmares, your body leaves the ground Cryin' for mercy but people around you
To never open a book, always reading a magazine Outspend, betting if it looks like winning you haven't been Knives don't have your back I wait and I count
Are you sure you had to move, Move that far away? Just to be lonely In a different state. Well, the trouble with living Is there's no escape From the
Are you sure you had to move Move that far away Just to be lonely in a different state? Well, the trouble with leaving Is there's no escape From the
Nicole. Ri-Rihanna. Ni-Ni-Nicole. Ri-Rihanna. Ni-Ni-Nicole. Ri-Rihanna. Ni-Ni-Nicole. Gonna win it no limit, strong women we are. Gotta win it no limit
So here we go, y'all Little by little you know We got the power And the knowledge to move 'em And still rock A super song for the cause so Feel the load
[Intro] They dont give a damn about you Kick you in the face when you down So many people doubted me When Im on top, look at me now Left me dead bleedin
Words and Music: Jim Johnston Solo: Jim Brammer Excuse me, Miz and Mister Cool, I didn't mean to stumble on my words, and break your stupid rule, Of