Lyrics:
of those suckers was worse 'n you . . .
Frank: Well, let's make a deal if you think that's true
I mean, you're the Devil so . . .
Whatcha gonna do?
midnight oil
is well and truly burned.
ANDRE
Where precisely is she now?
GIRY
I thought it best that she went home . . .
MEG
She needed rest.
RAOUL
May I
FIRMIN:
Well, one does one's best . . .
ANDRE/FIRMIN:
(raising their glasses) Here's to us!
FIRMIN:
I must say, all the same, that it's
the . . . past unfold . . .
Like memories in gold.
Some tunes remind us of our childhood days . . .
Sunday afternoons and . . . songs of praise . . .
the Babylonian babble
we demand . . . . and . . . . .
play the music really loud at least, so someone can believe us
What is is
What is not is possible
Just what
NIGHTS
JERSEY GIRL AT BAR
(to BARTENDER)
We’ll do the Chianti.
OLIVIA
THE WAITRESS WOULD
CALL US BY NAME,
SHE NEVER . . .
CONCILIA
Olivia dear!
I got engaged to a pretty lil Goddess .
Let me play where her lips and he jaws is .
She an angel , she a saint and she gorgeous .
I woke up , in
guy . . .
Two songs ago . . .
Central Scrutinizer:
Come on out son . . .
Between the two of us
We'll find a way to
Work it out
can name the face . . .?
ALL
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds . . .
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!
Masquerade!
on a minute", this gon get us super laced. . .
Sat back and i laughed, as i fire up the blunt. . .
Puffed it twice then passed, as the speakers hit a "thump". . .
thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us . .
Michael Jackson . . . so . . . oh, let's see now, who could it be . . . uh . . . What's your name . . . ? His name is Bob? Bob is not the illegitimate son
they could rap with us ,
I fuck the world might wrap it up .
Or give it raw , I'm actin up .
I smack a lame then smack the blunt .
I'm at the hunt ,
like that stuff Freckles lets out
Once a mumfth . . .
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER . . . Poor Joe. He's getting tired from
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
suitcase, let me . . . open it.
I'm just a bit nervous you understand.
Open the suitcase.
This hasn't happened . . . too often.
Uh-huh, I see, how many . . .
probably smokin' on asparagus .
Weed so loud I know these niggas is hearin' us .
I'm the greatest nigga there really ain't no comparin' us .
Even with yo
Verse:
I know sometimes , i do too much .
But most the time it seem like everybody doing more .
I cherish every gift that i , got from the lord
SLum Gzus,
Bless These Niggas
. (Well,)
Com,
2calm
. . .
. . .
Oh,
. . .
Listen
As I Stand
Ten Toes
On This
Off Tilt Globe,(Leaning)
muddafuckas should vote for us .
Niggas thizzin' like I really shook they soda up .
Every single place a nigga go I know they notice us .
Niggas want smoke ?
bout to box .
Capping in your music you ain't really spinning blocks .
That nigga cappin look .
Becky on my hip I bet she never let me down .
Run up
kind of way?
I mean like. . . . . .
I don't know what love is.
Feels like something, and I think I'm just gone let her know. . . .Cupid?
And I think I'm
Yeah. yall no what it is .
its anudda 1 of dose . yes !
Man its ya boy wiz khalifa man.lets do it . yo ! uhh
im kinda hot now money gettin longer
we kept on . . . dancin!
The janitor said, "Please let me sweep the floor!"
So, I hummed a tune an' we danced right . . .
through the door!
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