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Jumper (2006 Remaster)

Won’t Be Possible

[Intro]
Yeah…
You can break my body, but never my soul…
You think you can stop me?
Nah.
I rise.
I conquer.
I’m eternal.

[Hook]
You can’t kill me, I’m a fucking GOD!
I rise from the ashes every time I fall!
Chains can’t hold me, I’ll destroy ’em all,
You can’t kill me, I’m a fucking GOD!

[Verse 1]
Every scar is a crown on my head,
Every failure just proves I’m not dead,
You swing with hate, I swing with fate,
Turn pain to fire, I dominate.

I’m lightning striking, thunder roaring,
Whole damn world—yeah, I’m still soaring,
No coffin, no cage, no grave too deep,
I was built for a legacy, mine to keep!

[Pre-Hook]
Test me once, I’ll show you immortal,
Kick down fear, I’m breaking the portal,
Legends bleed but legends don’t stop,
Climb that mountain—straight to the top!

[Hook]
You can’t kill me, I’m a fucking GOD!
I rise from the ashes every time I fall!
Chains can’t hold me, I’ll destroy ’em all,
You can’t kill me, I’m a fucking GOD!

[Bridge]
Unstoppable, unshakable, I will not fade!
Invincible, untouchable, I was self-made!
Eternal flame runs through my veins,
Storm in my chest, I break all chains!

[Drop]
(I’m a GOD!)
Can’t kill me—watch me rise!
(I’m a GOD!)
Stronger than a thousand lives!
(I’m a GOD!)
Hear my roar, the sky ignites!
(I’m a GOD!)
Yeah, I’ll live forever tonight!

[Final Hook]
You can’t kill me, I’m a fucking GOD!
I rise from the ashes every time I fall!
Chains can’t hold me, I’ll destroy ’em all,
You can’t kill me, I’m a fucking GOD!

[Outro]
I don’t die…
I multiply.
You can’t kill me.
I’m a GOD.

You Can't Kill Me, Im A Fucking God!!!

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Pull Out Game (Extended Mix)

[Verse 1]
You smiled in my face, dagger in your hand,
Built up my trust, then crushed my stand.
Jealousy dripping, snakes in the blend,
I see the truth now—fake ass fucking friends!

[Verse 2]
Whispers and schemes, plotting in the night,
You thought I wouldn’t notice, thought I wouldn’t fight.
Every lie you spread, every loyalty you bend,
Turns to fire in my veins—fake ass fucking friends!

[Hook]
F! A! F! F! That’s what you are!
Fake ass fucking friends, you went too far!
F! A! F! F! Karma’s coming fast,
Your bridges burn, your lies won’t last!

[Verse 3]
You thought I was blind, naive and weak,
Now the venom I spit is the truth you seek.
No trust, no bond, no hand to lend,
I rise from the ashes—fake ass fucking friends!

[Bridge]
Every secret you stole, every knife in my back,
I collect the pieces, mount my attack.
The shadows are mine, the night will descend,
Face the wrath now—fake ass fucking friends!

[Final Hook]
F! A! F! F! I see through your lies!
Fake ass fucking friends, watch your empire die!
F! A! F! F! The end is in sight,
I’m coming for blood, I’m coming for fight!

Fake Ass Fucking Friends! (That's F.A.F.F.)

[Chorus]
Sittin’ in the country, drinkin’ like it’s ’94,
Windows down low, boots hittin’ that floor.
Life’s too short, so we’re reachin’ for more,
Raise it up high, let the good times roar.


[Verse 1]
Backroads bumpin’, heart’s still thumpin’,
Dreams in the dirt but they keep on jumpin’.
We built this fire from a spark in the night,
Turn struggle to shine, now the future’s bright.

Ain’t no quit when you’re born to ride,
Sky wide open, faith on our side.
We fall, we rise, we hustle, we grind,
Ain’t no chains holdin’ down this mind.



[Chorus]
Sittin’ in the country, drinkin’ like it’s ’94,
Windows down low, boots hittin’ that floor.
Life’s too short, so we’re reachin’ for more,
Raise it up high, let the good times roar.



[Verse 2]
Mud on the tires but gold in the soul,
Pourin’ up hope in a red Solo.
Got scars on my hands, but the vision is clear,
We fight through the pain, no fear lives here.

Every setback’s just a setup to win,
Every loss is fuel for the fire within.
From the cornfield rows to the neon lights,
We chase them dreams, we don’t quit the fight.



[Bridge]
Hands in the air if you know who you are,
From the small town roots to the big city stars.
Ain’t no time like the present to shine,
’94 vibes and a champion’s mind.



[Final Chorus]
Sittin’ in the country, drinkin’ like it’s ’94,
Windows down low, boots hittin’ that floor.
Life’s too short, so we’re reachin’ for more,
Raise it up high, let the good times roar.

Yeah, sittin’ in the country, hearts ready to soar,
We ain’t lookin’ back—we were made for more!

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