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Mendez

Mendez is a Swedish musical artist known for his catchy pop and reggaeton-infused songs. He gained recognition after participating in the Swedish singing competition "Idol" and has since released several successful singles and albums. With his distinctive voice and energetic performances, Mendez has built a strong following both in Sweden and internationally. more »

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They got a knife in their pocket
So they could fight me back
I got control of their mind and heart
Arrested like a cardiac
Everybody told me to be me
But this is me in fact
I never gave a f*ck
If you liked me
Or the way I fucking act
Changed up on them
Cause these people are predictable
Stabbing you’re back
These fuckers keep being hypocritical
Standing on these stages
They keep on being cynical
The same individuals
That are sick
Of the bullshit
So they turn fucking criminal
Hand crafted
By the pain
And all the anger
That people can’t understand
Because it’s a different language
These people change on your
Depending on fucking percentage
Then get surprised
When you close the door
And respond with all hatred
But everybody keeps coming back
To see the slaughterhouse
And wonder why so many people
Enter but never come out
Come in into this secret
But never say it out loud
Or you’ll run into danger
And truly see
What the f*ck they’re all about (Son)
Tienen problemas
Que no quieren resolver
La madre llora
Cuando ve a su hijo desparecer
Todos preguntan
Que se puede hacer
Pero la calle es la calle
Siempre se va a perder
Ya me canse de la violencia
Ya me canse de ver tanta gente morir
Y verlos sufrir las consecuencias
Dime si esto es la esencia
Pero si tienes poder
Porque no bajas y me lo demuestras
Mi corazón esta frio
Tu te metiste a ese lio
Me tumbaste la fe
Ahora dime en quien confío
Esto no es la calle
Esto es castillo mío
Lo construí con mis manos
Y lo destruyo ahora mismo
La personas que creen que son santas
Son las pecadoras
Eneseñado odio
En las ultimas horas
Dicen que aman a Dios
Pero se decoran
De cabeza a los pies
Con el dinero
De todos los que aportan
Me canse de la leyes
De la calle
De la casa
De todo el que quiere poder
Cuando me abrazan
Puedo sentir su hipocrecia
De los cuchillos que meten
A la vida mia
De las palabras
Que ellos jurarian
Nunca decir
Pero las dijeron aquel día
All this emotion
That I feel inside
I feel like I’ve been running back
I feel like I’m just tryna hide
I feel like everything I do is
Only cause I’m alive
But how many times have I
Fucking written down
I wanna die?
‘Cause this past month’s been of suicide
I’ve Been trying to dig up
My own fucking blood
To feel alive
But I can’t really get to it
I try to touch myself in the leg
But I can’t feel no movement
I just try to run but I can’t see through it
Through all the bullshit that you’ve painted
Through all the lies that you’ve just said
Through everything you told us
That you wish that we were fucking dead
But ain’t nobody bout to sit down
And just write another rhyme
Everybody keeps on sitting
Saying how they’re waisting time
I guess that everybody writing and typing
That they’re alright
But we all say that we’re picking up a fight
I guess it’s alright

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