Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marco Battisti
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah
T-I-S-T-I
Huh, huh
That shit, international
We been international
Now the world gotta know
My intelligence gone
It went forth with the storm
That caught my heart
When I stayed alone
I left my home
Ain't found a new one
See this hash is pain for my lungs
This cash is the key for my locks
I'm in the midst of it all, confused
Like you want a girl
But you nurture dolls
They all plastic, man
Stories of my past
They tense
And intense
I used to ride trains with no fare
Stare out the window pane
Sit all day til the sky turned black
I threw every single forfeiture
I'm with - he's a stepper
I'm the T, I'm the bastard
Look you in the eye
To check if my humour
Find echoes
Inside your ventricle
Till we vertical, nah nah nah
I'm not here for the drama
See my curtains are grey
I been down
Only parties in pajamas
Scared that they pocket watch
My words undercover
And even the pillow talks
Used to be abusive
One step from the edge
Like my name was Peep
I tipped the waitress
Now she's on my tip
These gritty tales done packed my brains
Fuck Co2, cause I see hoes too
I greet my demons, I blame my blues
Don't see true colors, yeah I blame my blues
Please, let me lecture you
Star players got no substitutes
I greet my demons, I blame my blues
Don't see true colors, yeah I blame my blues
Please, let me lecture you
Star players got no substitutes
Writer(s): Marco Battisti
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