痞子DJ®

Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over Durin’s son

If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out for the rope, sent by and we will
Watch the flames burn over and over
The mountain side

And if we should die tonight
Then we should all die together
Raise a glass of wine for the last time
Calling out for the rope
Prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn over and over
The mountain side

Desolation comes upon the sky

Now I see fire
Inside the mountain
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
All of we souls
And I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me

Oh, should my people fall in
Surely I’ll do the same
Come finding mountain holes
We got too close to the flame
Calling out for the rope
Hold fast and we will
Watch the flames burn and over
The mountain side

Desolation comes upon the sky

Now I see fire
Inside the mountains
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
All of we souls
And I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me

And if the night is burning
I will cover my eyes
For if the dark returns then
My brothers will die
And as the sky’s falling down
It crashed into this lonely town
And with that shadow upon the ground
I hear my people screaming out

Now I see fire
Inside the mountains
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
All of we souls
And I see fire
Blood in the breeze

I see fire (fire)
And I see fire (fire)
And I see fire (fire)
And I see fire (burn on and on and mountains sigh)

[Verse 1 - will.i.am]
I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
She gave me a cue, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don’t give a bread

[Chorus]
‘Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit
I’m feeling myself
‘Cause I’mma get it all
And I’mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
I’m feeling myself

Look up in the mirror
And the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the sh*t

[French Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody know me
Cash me in the club, all the bottles on me
I get a busy like a one line
And drop your head
Baby, nevermind
We getting money, while you playing with it
Pool in the crib
You can land a water plan in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror