Yeah Fell in love at the pitstop Don't know how I ain't pissed off at you If I had known, I'd been gone I don't know why you would make me the fool Felt like this could get done This ain't a place you can thrift from You showed me all I need to see, now I'm on the m-way I wish you told me, you had got cold feet Wish you had told me, this how it would be Think I got too cozy, why did you pick me? Tried to be 100, but you only want to be at 50 All you wanna do is cheerlead I don't want you nowhere near me 'Cause I ain't good at playing Frisbee And you keep playing it Disney, you win babe Don't want your love, don't want your love Don't want your love, yeah Wish you'd had told me This is how it would be, I wouldn't have wasted my time, no Wish you would've told me This is how it would be, I wouldn't waste all my time, no Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Even a hundred million won't stop Even a hundred million won't stop these feelings Hundred million won't stop Even a hundred million won't stop these feelings Dry cry, send me on my way I tried several other ways, I tried You threw it back in my face So I walked away girl, I walked away girl How many times does it take? Can I get a quickie for the wait? Maybe you was in it for the chase Maybe I was with it, had to settle when I did it Wish you'd had told me This is how it would be, I wouldn't have wasted my time, no Wish you would've told me This is how it would be, I wouldn't waste all my time, no Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh Running in circles, trying not to hurt you Who do I turn to when even you don't deserve you? Running in circles Who do I turn to? Running in circles

Balenciaga, moi fani Balenciaga, biznes klasa Balenciaga, moi fani Balenciaga, biznes klasa Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja Siema Tomeczku, no powiedz jak leci? U mnie w porządku, bo kupiłem Fendi Lubię swych fanów, dorośli czy dzieci Dla mnie znaczenia to nie ma Dziękuję za skrzydła, dziękuję za wszystko Bez was mnie nie ma Popijam RedBulla i lecę, bo czeka już scena My gramy buziaka i gramy to wszystko, ej My gramy buziaka i gramy to wszystko Nie wiem co pisze mi frajer, ty idź stąd Nie chce poznawać tych ludzi, no nie Oni chcą wiedzieć jaki mam cash Nie chce poznawać tych ludzi, no nie Oni chcą wiedzieć jaki mam cash Nie chce poznawać tych ludzi, no nie Powiedz czemu za plecami tak gadałeś? Teraz kiedy widzisz mnie i Tomka to Lecisz na koncert chcesz z nami mieć Backstage z podziemia na szczyty To Piotrek i Tomek, usłyszysz to wszędzie Dwa młode kociaki, usłyszysz to wszędzie Dwa młode kociaki My zawsze do przodu, nie patrzymy wstecz Nasza muza, cały świat Nasi fani, cały świat My zawsze do przodu, nie patrzymy wstecz Nasza muza, cały świat Nasi fani, cały świat Balenciaga, moi fani Balenciaga, biznes klasa Balenciaga, moi fani Balenciaga, biznes klasa Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja Moi fani biznes klasa Lubie se z nimi polatać Oni są jak Balenciaga Nie potrzebna nawigacja To hymn dla moich fanów Bo ich tak bardzo kocham Ci którzy zawsze ze mną Nie robię nic na pokaz Mam w oczach chyba rentgen To dla ciebie przestroga Byku, ja jestem szczery Nie patrzę na sam kontrakt Na koncertach zawsze spływa pot Z całych sił gra dla was zwykły chłop Dla mych braci oddam życie, ziom Dla rodziny wybuduje dom Na koncertach zawsze spływa pot Z całych sił gra dla was zwykły chłop Dla mych braci oddam życie, ziom Dla rodziny wybuduje dom TKM!

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)