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Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ricardo das Neves
Songwriter:in
Arno Els
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
You know sometimes, you think you have a gift, but actually it's a fucking curse
Gift and a curse, spin it reverse, no one knows why, drive a blue hearse
Write a new verse, don't know what's worse, never having the time to rehearse
Snatch up a purse, cut up a nurse, waiting for all the souls to disperse
Spinning through circular saws, merciless laws, splitting Hercules jaws
Stop for the pause, cause and effect, sentinels back, I'm here to collect
Settle the debt, metal and lead, leaving a battle with holes in your head
My goals to be dead, scrolls that I shred, assholes always tend to regret
Attempt to forget, apprehend a brunette, never spending a drop of my sweat
Making me wet breath, taking sunset, thinking about all the ways to reset
Say what you think, mean what you say, black and chrome on the walls that I spray
No cause for delay, applause for my praise, staying up late on a fucking weekday
Ain't no cliche, I can do this all day, watching dismay as my body decay
All of this makes me nervous
We've reached the point in time where being kind's a crime
Cause I've been falling forward through my whole life, not sure how I have survived
Guess it is a gift and a curse
I don't believe in miracles, cause God's a fucking criminal
Watching the world roll away in the back of a hearse
Everybody okay, continue to slay
Beat so hot it'll burn a DJ
Return and betray, let the children go play
Hide and seek on a busy freeway
Adjust your display with a pretty bouquet
As I deliver the witty wordplay
Going astray and flowing this way
Multiple orgasm on foreplay
Rewind and replay, like at a buffet
Lakka and sent, cooking gourmet
Looking away, it's time to obey
Bite my rhymes and clog your airway
Like Colin McRae, stalling midway
These are the things that I try and portray
Lying all day, writing essays
Scraping the month until payday
Get carried away with eyes of x-ray
Open the portal to a gateway
Never really knowing how or why
Believe me I'm flowing, now don't lie
Allowed to be high, doubting the guy
All of these angels are crowding the sky
Counting to nine, shouting it's time
Astounding lyrics within one rhyme
I'm sublime, organized crime
Rapping till I'm a mortified mime
In my prime, fortified wine
Drinking the fluid left in my spine
Chest and spline, blessed and divine
Testing the water, it's alkaline
Possessed in my mind, it's best that I'm blind
Don't wanna be like the rest of mankind
All of this makes me nervous
We've reached a point in time
Where being kind's a crime
Cause I've been falling forward through my whole life
Not sure how I have survived
Guess it is a gift and a curse
I don't believe in miracles
Cause God's a fucking criminal
Watching the world roll away in the back of a hearse
Written by: Arno Els, Ricardo das Neves