Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end. No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend. Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all.

[T. I.:]. Yeah, it’s about that time, yeah. Time ta take off partna, alright. Hustle gang, uh huh, G.D.O. d. Get your doe or die partna. Yup, let go.

Yeah, Cash Money shit. Cash Money shit. I can tell that money's got you working. We've been talking for so long. Now we're finally here in person.

Your hand fits in mine. Like it's made just for me. But bear this in mind. It was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots.

It sounds like this is nothing new. And that it hasn't been for a while. You wake up on the other side. And you strain to force a smile.

Would you know my name. If I saw you in Heaven? Would it be the same. If I saw you in Heaven? I must be strong. And carry on. 'Cause I know I don't belong.

No sé para qué volviste. Si ya empezaba a olvidar. No sé si ya lo sabrás. Lloré cuando vos te fuiste. No sé para qué volviste.

She's dropping out of school. ‘Cause she don’t need the grades. The colors in her hair. Don’t seem to fade. I get dressed up when I go out.

If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not an endless trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time.

You're sleeping son, I know. But, really, this can't wait. I wanted to explain. Before it gets too late. For your mother and me. Love has finally died.

There's a madman in the corner of your eye. He likes to pry - into your sunlight. He wants to burst into the street with you and I.

Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird. Where are you now when I need you? Alone on an aeroplane.

[Matt Ox]. Pew. Get money, yeah yeah. Get money, yeah, get money. Get money, yeah, yeah. Get money, yeah yeah (get money). Get money, yeah yeah. Yeah.

I've got to turn on ya. For the minute I saw. That style and your swagger. You're so predictable. Trust me I already know. Inside you're just a man ho.

Hope life's been good to you. Since you've been gone. I'm doin' fine now, I've finally moved on. It's not so bad, I'm not that sad.

I've been the needle and the thread. Weaving figure eights and circles round your head. I try to laugh but cry instead.

I wish that I could be. In the cellars of the sea. And disappear in them. Never to be seen again. Live this life. Its unrelenting appetite.

I had a bad week. Spent the evening pretending it wasn't that deep. You could see in my eyes that it was taking over.

I can't take them on my own, my own. Oh, I'm not the one you know, you know. I have killed a man and all I know. Is I am on the run and go.

Get out the way, mister. With your short sharp tips. No, I won't read your lips right now. And, baby, hey. You send a shiver down my spine.