| I’ve got a life but ma motto is missing
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| I make music but I’m not a musician
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| I ain’t stupid not a lot of’em listen
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| Spot a bottle
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| Gotta follow ambition
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| I see it all from ma bottom position
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| «It's alright»
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| It might be probable wishing but I tell’em it’s cool
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| Stuck where irrelevance rules
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| Hoping of selling with intelligent fools
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| A hell of a duel
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| We’re developing tools
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| For some elegant pools
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| Keeping it moving 'till I’m smelling of fuel
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| Fighting fire with fire
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| And though my choir is hired
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| Can’t seem to satisfy desire
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| I’m tired
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| Even ma fliers are wired but hay «maybe I’m wrong»
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| For turning tables with a radio song
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| Can’t blame it on the label I’m on
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| I plung cables
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| Coz I’m able
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| The fabels of vagabond
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| Keep’em flaming along
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| Find a chic and leave a stain in her thong
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| It’s entertaining
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| But I’m sick
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| Draining liquor 'till this paining is gone
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| Refreng:
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| And I Know
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| I roll
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| I glow
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| And I’ll blow
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| Let’s grow
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| And get dough
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| Fa sho'
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| I’m a sensible guy
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| We seek redemption then eventually die
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| Just an extension
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| Passing centuries by |
| But hey I know it
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| I was ment to be fly
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| A poet sent from the sky
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| Playing ma role keeping ma entity high
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| «Mentally dry»
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| I try to do better
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| Tied it together
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| My wings the finset of feathers
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| Design’em in letters
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| And I know I can’t be rhyming forever
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| The signs severed
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| So I pay the cost try to find cheddar
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| Ride in fine leather
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| Us mortals are lost with candle-lights imported across
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| I’ve heard it all
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| Never bought it ofcourse
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| Still sport it for frost
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| Tied to ma neck
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| With pride and respect
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| But I’m the one the diamonds reflect
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| I’m a survivor
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| Riding cassettes
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| Hoping semebody out there’s guiding ma checks
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| But I ain’t hiding
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| Man I’m live in effect
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| I’m not the idol that the bible expects
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| When I collide with the decks
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| I show it all coz I don’t try to forget
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| Ref:
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| Mr-fakkin'-magician der du sett. |
| du som e mr-man-of-the-hour
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| Mr-could-have-been-in-the-sun-if-i-wanted-to
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| Jammen få høre da din jævla fitte! |
| ja okey. |
| fyr
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| Ja du kalla mæ fitte, men du kan kalle meg Gud etter at æ er ferdig med her.
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| jaja.* |