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WHO SHOT SCOTT - THE DATA (Official Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
WHO SHOT SCOTT
WHO SHOT SCOTT
Künstler:in
Zaidoon Nasir
Zaidoon Nasir
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Zaidoon Nasir
Zaidoon Nasir
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
WHO SHOT SCOTT
WHO SHOT SCOTT
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Crowding up my plans It gets a little louder from the stands If I gave you the power, you so fancy Just know that then the blood is on your hands I think about it more than a little bit I need meditation, I need a sedative I give my soul, they wanna edit it I cannot let it, let it, let it, let it, let it in The data, the data, the data The, the, the data The data, the, the, the motherfucking data The data, the data The, the, the data The, the, the data I had to stay myself within the river, uh They tryna play me to drown They really rip me off Not giving dome, not gonna lick no balls I independ' myself, fuck 'bout a buisness And, I know you simply cannot understand to find the meaning The bands, give a fuck 'bout that, I just delete it I never gave a fuck about what they believe And, these motherfuckers want my soul These fucking demons The data, the data, the data The, the, the data The data, the, the, the motherfucking data The data, the data The, the, the data The, the, the data Crowding up my plans It gets a little louder from the stands If I gave you the power, you so fancy Just know that then the blood is on your hands A lot of motherfuckers tell me that they can't cause It's just the limits they fed us to get the bands, huh? The intermission, the vision is just a gander This shit is life to a boy, it ain't a gamble Just for the come up, man, so sick You fell in love with the numbers? That's so shit I know, I know that you simply can't help it I'm not your slave I'm not your slave I'm not your- Crowding up my plans It gets a little louder from the stands If I gave you the power, you so fancy Just know that then the blood is on your hands I think about it more than a little bit I need meditation, I need a sedative I give my soul, they wanna edit it I cannot let it, let it, let it, let it, let it in The data, the data, the data The, the, the data The data, the, the, the motherfucking data The data, the data The, the, the data The, the, the data
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