The Hangover lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West]
I'm hang-I'm hang-I'm hang
O-O-Over
I'm hang-I'm hang-I'm hang
O-O-Over

[Verse 1: Florence Welch]
I was born in a big gray cloud
Screaming out a love song
All the broken chords
What a place to come from

[Chorus: Florence Welch]
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel
On my GOOD Music sh*t, my logo’s a Lambo
Four doors of ammo, this ammunition I’m pitching
To make your body switch another position
And listen, my weed loud, f*ck her and speed off
Tell 'em I bare arms, I'm cuttin my sleeves off
Lettin' my tats show and I sag my pants
Im letting my ass show, I'm hot as tabasco
I study, Castro, yeah, my plug from Cuba
Inside of the car is like a damn computer
Inside of the crib is like a damn museum
You ain't seen thеse before, you bеtter get 'em on film
Tryin to take these fat pockets, man your chances are slim
Disrespect, you stomp em out, man give em a Tim
You ain't did what I did, see I know I'mma win
And they dont have slow-motion so I did it again
[Chorus: Florence Welch & Kanye West]
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All 'cause his pockets now knotty as his hair, yeah
All Sonny, no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterf*cks could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not muster up
So it's (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust)
In God we trust, the game is all us
'Til the sky calls or it's flames on us, Push

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
I treat the label like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. would have been G.O.D., except I added more O's
If I knew she was cheating and still bought her more clothes
It's cause I was too busy with my Baltimore, you know
Some people call that the art of war, you know
I guess it depends what you falling for, the clothes?
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
All money, you sold your soul
Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
Goddamn, we made something from nothing
We made something from nothing
[Chorus: Florence Welch]
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain nameless
I wish to remain