(OST Мальчишник: Часть III / The Hangover Part III 2013)
(Kanye West)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I fantasized about this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago That’s me, the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models You ain’t got no fuckin’ Yeezy in your Serrato? (“You ain’t got no Yeezy, nigga?”) Stupid, but what the fuck do I know? I’m just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow And my bitch in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh
Look like a fat booty Celine Dion Sex is on fire, I’m the King of Leon And Louis, beyond the truest Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respawn the students? And refresh the page and restart the memory? Respark the soul and rebuild the energy? We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what’s worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin’ down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that’s why your wins low Don’t make me pull the toys out, huh Don’t make me pull the toy-o-oy-oys And fire up the engines And then they make no-o-oi-o-oise
Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh
At the mall, there was a seance Just kids, no parents Then the sky filled with heron (I saw the devil) In a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn’t spare us (And the fires did declare us) (But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress) (And moved her back in Paris)
Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh
Can we get much higher? (Higher, higher, higher?) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh