Ti Amo (from La Casa De Papel Part 4 Money Heist) - Rae Jones

If I stay with you, if I'm choosing wrong I don't care at all If I'm losing now, but I'm winning late That's all I want Now we need some space 'cause I feel for you And I want a change Growing up alone, it seems so short I can't explain Whatever happens in the future Trust in destiny (ooh-ooh) Don't try to make anything else Even when you feel I don't care at all, I am lost I don't care at all Lost my time, my life is going on I will be so strong Looking for a new version of myself 'Cause now all I want Is to be a part of my new world Whatever happens in the future Trust in destiny (ooh-ooh) Don't try to make anything else Even when you feel I don't care at all, I am lost I don't care at all Why not have it all? I am lost I don't care at all Lost my time, my life is going on

We have arrived, let the party begin Throw your hands in the air, air Everybody sing (put your hands up right now, come on) Oh, oh, oh (I see you right there) Oh, oh, oh (having a good time) Oh, oh, oh (put your hands up, come on) The night is so young Keep the party going now Throw your hands way up high DJ, turn the music loud Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, and keep it going With a little bit of funk With a little bit of bass With a little bit of crunk Please, turn it up You got the music nice and loud, for them people in the cut You can feel it in your gut You can feel it in your face You can feel it in your butt We do our thing Got that dance floor packed Drive them crazy on the screen There ain't no dilly, no dally We just call it how we see it Never ever be repeated Super-duper human beings, come on We have arrived, let the party begin Throw your hands in the air, air (put 'em up y'all, come on) Everybody sing Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (it feels good, right) Oh, oh, oh let's get it started (come on) The night is so young Keep the party going now Throw your hands way up high DJ, turn the music loud Oh, oh, oh (turn it up now) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (yeah), and keep it going When I'm in the club, I love my music way up 3 a.m., I stay up 6 a.m., I see you player Then to the diner, I need a waiter In the meantime, I do my thing Standing out catches everything Singing songs I can't even sing You don't know me, but you see that bling I rock (rock), I roll (roll), I party out of control (control) Give it to me baby Say he fly, when we arrive, yeah We have arrived, let the party begin Throw your hands in the air, air Everybody sing (get 'em in the air) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (get 'em in the air) Oh, oh, oh (hey) Come, let's get it started (hey) The night is so young Keep the party going now Throw your hands way up high (come on) DJ, turn the music loud (come on) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, and keep it going In the club, looking fly All these girls passing by Show me love, hate that guy That's what's up It's my life But it don't matter, no 'Cause I ain't no animal Perfect don't matter, no Even with your attitude We party all night long Don't even do it wrong So DJ, play my song Let's get-get-get it on We have arrived, let the party begin Throw your hands in the air, air Everybody sing Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (come on) Oh, oh, oh, come, let's get it started The night is so young Keep the party going now (hey) Throw your hands way up high DJ, turn the music loud (put 'em up y'all) Oh, oh, oh (put 'em up y'all) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (put 'em up y'all) and keep it going

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.)