I hate you mother fuckers. I hate you mother fuckers. I hate you mother fuckers. I hate you mother fuckers. You can't fucking breathe because. Your heart is in my hands.
Unweaving strands of failure. Propagating the obscene. Intentions gone asunder. Tearing down the human facade. (I will give life) Relentless pursuit of action.
Welcome to the uh Southside,. no, uh-uh, I said the Southside of H-Town.. you gotta peep game, you know what I'm sayin 'cause um,. Texas from the south.
[Young Buck]. I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches. No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas. Get some money, ho; why you wanna watch mine?.
[Chorus: x3]. She say she love me. She she say (she love me). She say she love but,. All we do now is fucking fight. . If I ask you rob that bank. With me would you do it?.
Trick Daddy Dollaz. Eightball, Trey Songz. We high. . Good evening ladies and gentleman. This is you're captain speakin' to ya. I'd like to welcome all of you aboard my flight.
Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways. Just because you're caught in your social maze. I think it's 'bout time that you realize. Your money and your power's got you mesmerized.
[AMÉLIE]. I could stay right here. And give back the boy his book. But if I stay right here. He'll think that I'm a nun. And I am not a nun. He'll think that I am chaste.
Keep me sinking down. Keep me sinking down. I'll keep my head above water. Keep my feet on the ground. . Give me bread when I'm hungry. Give me bourbon when I'm dry.
I'd give them hell if I had the chance. This parking lot ain't no place to dance. The devil don't know what's in his hands. And I swear I'd flinch if a shot went past.
Topgunn køber seks liter, gulddreng køber ti. Emil er gået kold - han er allerede is. Og hva' så Gilli champagner du kan drik. Gulddreng han vil hellere have modeller på sin pik.
Lost in a dream. I don't know which way to go. You are all that you sing. Baby, I'm moving away to sorrow. . And I've been fooled before. Wouldn't like to get my love caught in the slammin' door.
Would you look at this place. There's a sign on the wall. We are all suddenly free. We don't pull any punches at all. Imagination runs riot. There's a choice of three doors.
Propped my eyes open with some chemistry. I've got a three hour drive and a man to see. The blue bruised sky is closing in. Cover up well because it looks like rain.
(one, two, three; two, two, three). . There you go again. Said, it?s too complicated to explain. So sit me in my high chair. And pat me on the head. But I?ll be making lists.
There are ladders up the buildings. On the streets downtown. Sixteenth Century architecture. Gets the locals down. Eyes to the future. The Heritage Board.
Well I dreamt about you. About leaving without you. And going on a slow journey. Where no roads are marked and. A black dog is barking. Going on a slow journey.
Come the dawn, come the call. Come, the beating air. Chill the night, soldier light. We'll be dancing there. And rise up, rise up. Day stretching weary wings.
I had too much to drink last night now I'm lying on the floor. Watching the coloured patterns in my eyes, leftovers from the light. And this bearing all thing is harder than I thought.
Kerosene Kathy is bringing in the mail. Its a 50/50 choice. Pass go or go to jail. You can see her with her matches on the pavement in the rain. Glowing by the light of this southbound train.