Colombia ( /kəˈlʌmbiə/ kə-LUM-biə, or /kəˈlɒmbiə/ kə-LOM-biə), officially the Republic of Colombia (Spanish: República de Colombia [reˈpuβlika ðe koˈlombja]), is a unitary constitutional republic comprising thirty-two departments. The country is located in northwestern South America, bordered to the northwest by Panama; to the north by the Caribbean Sea; to the east by Venezuela and Brazil; to the south by Ecuador and Peru; and to the west by the Pacific Ocean. Colombia has maritime borders with Ecuador, Panama, Venezuela, Jamaica, Haiti, the Dominican Republic, Honduras, Nicaragua and Costa Rica. Colombia is the 26th largest country by area and the fourth largest in South America after Brazil, Argentina and Peru. With over 46 million people, Colombia is the 27th largest country in the world by population and has the second largest population of any Spanish-speaking country in the world, after Mexico. Colombia is a middle power, with the fourth largest economy in Latin America, and the third largest in South America. Colombia is famous for the production of coffee, flowers, emeralds, coal, and oil. All of these products make up the primary sector of economy.
Plot
Since they were kids, Marcos and Kim have dreamed of getting married. And now its going to happen...unless a bitter feud between their mothers gets in the way. At the altar, the mothers engage in ridiculous antics to stop the wedding, landing the groom in the hospital! The stakes are raised as a failed attempt to elope leads Marcos and Kim back to the hospital for a second time. Thinking fast, the couple recruits some unlikely helpers in a third attempt to wed. As the ceremony is interrupted yet again, Marcos and Kim lay down the law.
(Verse)
I can make cocaine,
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just love Colombia,
Always making bricks, me and Hector.
Teach them how to remix got me metratons,
Isabella, that’s her little sister
She loves me cause I know where them bricks came
I can serve you, I pour drinks, too.
But I can make cocaine,
I promise you I’ll never see you out of there
I fly back to Colombia
I always make a million out of run.
I can make cocaine,
I just fell in love with a Cuban,
I just love Colombia
And how we get ‘em in by a metraton.
I can make cocaine,
I just fell in love with a Cuban,
I just love Colombia
And how we get ‘em in by a metraton.
I can make cocaine,
It don’t take but eight minutes to make the whole
thing,
But have you selling metraton,
You can cut one for a million.
Let me go sitting on packs long distance
Put my stove in the bathroom, not the kitchen,
Walk in an then you see sixty pistols,
By any mean necessary about them bricks fool.
I was selling bricks since highschool,
Pour a long ride when I slap you
But I don’t sell dog food,
Fill out your application, come to brick school.
I can make cocaine,
I just fell in love with a Cuban,
I just love Colombia
And how we get ‘em in by a metraton.
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just love Colombia
I'm tired of the rental car you drive
I'm tired of the waitress job I got
I'm tired of the cold, cold looks of strangers in the city
I'm tired of the same old circumstances
Tired of my sex life
Tired of romancing
I could appreciate havin' my skin crawl for a change
And it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night
Let's get away awhile
Pack your bags let's go to Colombia
Take the day off work boy I know you
Got a lot on your mind
We don't need no holiday
Pack your bags let's go to Peru yeah
We could make a million excuses
Got a lot to do tomorrow
If I don't make it, it's okay yeah
I'm tired of stayin' up so damn late
Starin' at the laptop screen I fade away
To some unseen extraordinary place
I feel the wind between my thighs, under my chest
And I'm on fire (on fire)
And it pulls me under
But it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night
Let's get away awhile
Pack your bags let's go to Colombia
Take the day off work boy I know you
Got a lot on your mind
We don't need no holiday
Pack your bags let's go to Peru yeah
We could make a million excuses
Got a lot to do tomorrow
If I don't make it, it's okay
The day after I had counted down all of your friends down until
There were none, were none, were none, were none
A hummingbird crashed right in front of me and I understood all you did for us.
You gave, and gave, and gave, and gave
Ohhh, every night I ask myself
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?
Am I?
If you never knew how much,
If you never felt all of of my love
I pray now you do, you do, you do, you do
Ohhh, every night I ask myself
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?
Am I?
Patricia, every night I'll ask myself
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?
Am I?
Patricia, every night I'll ask myself
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?
Am I giving enough?