[FIC] By Heart
Title: By Heart
Pairing: Mario Götze/Marco Reus (a.k.a Götzeus) (Deutsche Nationalmannschaft)
Disclaimer: Paraphrasing Michael Jackson "None of this is true"
Summary: Mario gets admired when Marco performs by heart without any mistake "Fancy" by Iggy Azalea.
More than two weeks the same song once and again, Always stuttering with the part when Iggy Azalea charges the sound to rhotic mode. Is difficult because the sound they do normally comes from throat.
"Oh my freaking God! Oh...whoa, whoa!"
"Was, Marco!?"
"I did it... I made it, it took me two weeks, two fucking weeks to do this.... hah! Come on, man! My brain got some energy boost!"
"Two weeks about what, Marco? Pfff... don't understand anything, you are freaked out, man!"
Suddenly, Mario had an idea to prove it.
"Put the track on my car, schatz. A single mistake and I will kick your ass twice each buttock"
"Aww, nöö, bitte... I've already suffered with those couple of ass kicking when you were at Borussia."
"But anyways you love me"
And Mario kisses Marco on lips. They looked each other for a long while and then they made it out. No sex anyways... just passion for that bond they want to keep.
Then, Marco sang that song once more using his earphones.
At other day, Mario picked Marco to a restaurant near Allianz Arena and after that he says:
"Look what I've got for you"
And the electronic sine-wave intro sounded. Marco began to sing the intro, even with the tiny sound leaves behind.
Götze laughs for it. But then Reus begins:
First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that
He has a hypernasal voice, it was noticed in the way he pronounces /m/ and /n/:
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
Moving his hands, like feeling the flow of the metric lyrics, really fast began to sing without any mistake:
I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this."
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it
Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
better get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
Götze was chucking while driving:
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch
Ow...
He stands with his mouth wide open. But Reus keeps in the mood:
Still stuntin', how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothing,
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
He sang even the outro, with every single repetition.
Mario stands still with his jaw open.
"It was true, Mario. By heart, man"
No single word by Götze. And then Reus closes his mouth.
"Ich liebe dich, Mario."
And then Marco kisses his lips.
Mario was entering to the restaurant with him without holding hands. But that song was catchy... Mario with his hoarse voice sings out of tune:
"I'm so fancy...you already know..."
but as long he remembers the first verse he sings:
"I don't know how it says, but Marco knows it by heart and I love it, motha fucka (sic)"
And laughs loud.
THE END
RANCAGUA, JANUARY 05th, 2015
link to original page of lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/iggyazalea/fancy.html
Pairing: Mario Götze/Marco Reus (a.k.a Götzeus) (Deutsche Nationalmannschaft)
Disclaimer: Paraphrasing Michael Jackson "None of this is true"
Summary: Mario gets admired when Marco performs by heart without any mistake "Fancy" by Iggy Azalea.
More than two weeks the same song once and again, Always stuttering with the part when Iggy Azalea charges the sound to rhotic mode. Is difficult because the sound they do normally comes from throat.
"Oh my freaking God! Oh...whoa, whoa!"
"Was, Marco!?"
"I did it... I made it, it took me two weeks, two fucking weeks to do this.... hah! Come on, man! My brain got some energy boost!"
"Two weeks about what, Marco? Pfff... don't understand anything, you are freaked out, man!"
Suddenly, Mario had an idea to prove it.
"Put the track on my car, schatz. A single mistake and I will kick your ass twice each buttock"
"Aww, nöö, bitte... I've already suffered with those couple of ass kicking when you were at Borussia."
"But anyways you love me"
And Mario kisses Marco on lips. They looked each other for a long while and then they made it out. No sex anyways... just passion for that bond they want to keep.
Then, Marco sang that song once more using his earphones.
At other day, Mario picked Marco to a restaurant near Allianz Arena and after that he says:
"Look what I've got for you"
And the electronic sine-wave intro sounded. Marco began to sing the intro, even with the tiny sound leaves behind.
Götze laughs for it. But then Reus begins:
First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that
He has a hypernasal voice, it was noticed in the way he pronounces /m/ and /n/:
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
Moving his hands, like feeling the flow of the metric lyrics, really fast began to sing without any mistake:
I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this."
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it
Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
better get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
Götze was chucking while driving:
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch
Ow...
He stands with his mouth wide open. But Reus keeps in the mood:
Still stuntin', how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothing,
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
He sang even the outro, with every single repetition.
Mario stands still with his jaw open.
"It was true, Mario. By heart, man"
No single word by Götze. And then Reus closes his mouth.
"Ich liebe dich, Mario."
And then Marco kisses his lips.
Mario was entering to the restaurant with him without holding hands. But that song was catchy... Mario with his hoarse voice sings out of tune:
"I'm so fancy...you already know..."
but as long he remembers the first verse he sings:
"I don't know how it says, but Marco knows it by heart and I love it, motha fucka (sic)"
And laughs loud.
THE END
RANCAGUA, JANUARY 05th, 2015
link to original page of lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/iggyazalea/fancy.html