Lyrics:
kroppen värker i dig
Vill slänga mig över ratten och vända bilen
Sjukt att ingen av er ens verkar märka skiten
Jag kan inte bli stoppad i samma form som er
storm
Skakar som en dåre börjar komma i form
Att jazz och ala bista är det bästa som finns
Glassar och svingar alla fina kvinns
Markoolio styr och
me fully
I gotta knock over walls
Insecurities and doubt
Genres ain't about me
We rep for the whole spectrum
Black proudly
People of the current who
I’ve got you on my mind
Soaring through silent skies
over the coastal city
‘cross the ocean
and I’m carried on a breeze
up north is where I’m going
nytt
For over huet mitt hvor hen jeg går så henger det skyer
Jeg tenkerAllting er så trist og grått
Går alt bare går I vaner
Jeg er fyllesjuk og blakk
Wait For Me
Is this what you wanna see
You fascinate me
Is it okay that I say that
Some form of relief
Is it attention you seek
For a brief
exonerated emotions
And in my copin' I'm Mcauley Caulkin
I'm trappin' my demons over Bohemian Rhapsody
They draw lines in our widow's peak, we don't peak
Wahrheit, Wahrheit, ja
Kein Spaß, Leute, Game over
Ihr seid alle nicht in Form, habt 'n Hangover (Loser)
Ihr klingt alle gleich, es gibt keinen Vergleich
You came into my twisted view, and questioned all we made
Where are we going? I will become the God
Attached as one, your form I make
A focus
bringing the heat
Landing a line I might get me a piece
I'm not content, I'm not at peace
Look over my shoulder to see if I'm free
Circle my block many
Look upon my Boardwalk Empire, Al Capone
You think you lucky like Luciano, test my bravado
Over this piano leave you cold and you won't see tomorrow
That's some arrogant form the pacifist
Never been a pastor ship
But I can move the masses like a pastor's wit
Finesse 'til my casket dig
We're bendin'
thought we wore the balli to stay warm
But when I look back you was just on form
When we'd go Milkshake, that was the flex
Over the road for chicken
Country boy!
Came to town
Country boy
Came to town
Him left country and never went back
Him come a town come lick bare shot
Carry the 16 over
memory
A life with no form, a man over the edge
Not living in his life, passing through instead
A ghost with his own ghost, trailing so close behind
stretched; diluted and extended its head
And took corporeal form
At least in part at first
But when it encountered the Earth
It took a deep draw in,
Hiding yourself away
Seeing the truth too late
It's no better anymore, no
And now line your head in form
The weather's too dark to see
Open up
a crowded room
And your life trips up over those shoes
That you paid too much for but not in dues
And I'll be watching from a distance
Wouldn't wanna miss
horizon
If I was everything I never was
Drugs got me bubbly suddenly mumbling simile meant to be for you
Now the futile go fishing for moon over roof
argue it over
I am not waiting
I am not waiting
While you retreat to your comforts
I am not fading
I am not fading
I've done this many times
and time.
Perhaps you are aware of those who watch over your home,
And experience it as a place to visit and play with reality.
You are becoming aware
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly
say it's getting better
When I come home late, you look at me with broken eyes
Don't say it's getting better
When we go to bed, you roll over
I, The unhappy hole in the wall
Parasitic life form preys and crawls
Feverish falters modern day
Enslaved by the suits who refuse to move
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