Another neat trick: before you hit send, you can drag your finger up or down on the button to enlarge or shrink the text.
") is a mobile-only app that you might think is meant to replace Google's other messaging app, Hangouts. Allo is explicitly meant to be a fresh start for Google's new communication's division (which also runs Hangouts and Project Fi)."For The Win." An enthusiastic emphasis to the end of a comment, message, or post. Originated from the game show Hollywood Squares where the result of the player's response is expected to win the game.[Chorus:] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (to take a stand) Everybody (everybody) Come take my hand (come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just letting you know that you're not alone Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road) [Intro (during Chorus):] Yeah, it's been a ride I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one Now some of you, might still be in that place If you're trying to get out, just follow me I'll get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causing mayhem When I say I'ma do something I do it, I don't give a damn what you think, I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge To pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe [Chorus] Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact Let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was ehhh Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't going back to that now All I'm trying to say is get back, click-clack, blow Cause I ain't playing around It's a game called circle and I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still trying to figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fucking black cloud Still follows me around but it's time to exorcise these demons These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that!Cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready, ‘cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits—fuck you, Debbie!