| In an industry where your chances of coping with it they are dreadful
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| And folks sir 'you only win if you grease for the right ones
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| Have I shit on everything they sir, and the stupid criticism they give '
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| I'm still standing with the boys behind me screaming
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| Fuck what you earn
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| Fuck who you know
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| And if you think you're better
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| So fuck your parents
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| You can run me to a certain place
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| And you know where we hang out
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| With those we love
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| So I'm giving it up for my boys
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| Those who have taken it all the way
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| Managed it all on his own (own own own)
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| Managed it all on his own
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| And I'm giving it up for my girls
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| There's a bone in it
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| Gives 'a fuck what they sir'
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| Gives 'a fuck what they sir'
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| I'm giving a fuck for your feedback
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| And I think I'm popping a tic-tac
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| An ugly taste returns when you're going to attend
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| Gives me the urge for a six-pack
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| Time is money little darling, I thought you knew that
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| Him who had time to chit-chat
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| A whole night, is dead, gone and bisat
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| Those phenomena make me pretty sure
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| On they think giant Peter
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| Must be soft in the ball like a tennis player
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| That's OK, I promise to lower my middle finger
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| If you promise to scan your NemID and send it to me
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| Fuck what you earn
|
| Fuck who you know
|
| And if you think you're better
|
| So fuck your parents
|
| You can run me to a certain place
|
| And you know where we hang out
|
| With those we love
|
| So I'm giving it up for my boys
|
| Those who have taken it all the way
|
| Managed it all on his own (own own own)
|
| Managed it all on his own
|
| And I'm giving it up for my girls
|
| There's a bone in it
|
| Gives 'a fuck what they sir'
|
| Gives 'a fuck what they sir'
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| So I pig while I smile call me borderline
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| Self-made, well-made, just like Aarhus' own
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| It often the smallest dog to play superior
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| So if it's you doing the highest, it's a bad sign
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| Because we can talk about real talk and fake
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| Even Meek he was killed by Drake
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| Soft on the outside, but raw on the inside like a flank steak
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| Middle finger swings, puts things on an old break
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| Makes a hipster reviewer he scratches his long beard
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| I'm just fucking the industry, we performed the team sport
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| So hard that we were charged with street disorder
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| Was a man, gave breakfast and paid for the abortion
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| So she would not 'later' get an unpleasant gift from the stork
|
| Those phenomena make me pretty sure
|
| On they think giant Peter
|
| Must be blown in the bucket like a Medellin
|
| That's OK, I promise to lower my middle finger
|
| If you promise to jump from fifth, and test these angel wings
|
| In an industry where your chances of coping with it they are dreadful
|
| And folks sir 'you only win if you grease for the right ones
|
| Have I shit on everything they sir, and the stupid criticism they give '
|
| I'm still standing with the boys behind me screaming
|
| Fuck what you earn
|
| Fuck who you know
|
| And if you think you're better
|
| So fuck your parents
|
| You can run me to a certain place
|
| And you know where we hang out
|
| With those we love
|
| So I'm giving it up for my boys
|
| Those who have taken it all the way
|
| Managed it all on his own (own own own)
|
| Managed it all on his own
|
| And I'm giving it up for my girls
|
| There's a bone in it
|
| Gives 'a fuck what they sir'
|
| Gives 'a fuck what they sir' |