[Verse 1]
My record company won't let me eat
And the police forbid me to push my sled
So I don't talk to them or the magazines
For f *ck-boys don't know privacy
And I look bad like a pop star
I'm uncomfortable like clenched fists in handcuffs
But I'm not born some new place since the last time
The epitome of it so I don't need to say it b*tch
But I'm from Aarhus V and still dressed in black
If it's with the monogram in the middle ¥ the chest or safe in the hood
I' the foundation stone as I was safe in the wall
You are f*ckin' cliché like an octopus in the loin
Intrigante b*tches without shame
If you eat from your friend, don't steal from him
I can count loyalty on two fingers
The same ones I put up in the air while I disappear
[Mood x2]
They love you, they love you ikk
And you will probably fuck - you b*tch
If you saw the other way they would take all that was yours
What do I need enemies for when I have you?
[Verse 2]
They say keep your enemies close
And I've never tried it, but it works perfectly
Because if I'd been f*cked, they'd be gone
And even the fans can see that they're just waiting on a check
People become Judas when it shines on them,
And I have breaded people like that last communion
But there is a tendency to go and get envious
When you see it all up close without being there yourself
Then you don't need dope to get paranoid
Just gotta glance at the one I'm with
And I wish I was f*cked' but my problem
Is that I see you like that ¥ clear, and you're so ugly
So fuck your dreams, it'll come to nothing after all
It's past six o'clock - guess what quarter it's gone to
You mask-wearing hoes, but I can still recognize you
And half of them are probably singing along to this too
[Chorus] x2
They love you, they love you ikk
And you will probably fuck - you b*tch
If you looked the other way they would take everything that was yours
What do I need enemies for when I have you ?
[Verse 3]
You say the opposite, but you are whores for little sales
I try to turn love into capital
Like people give f*ck for what you do
I shut down the industry like a stateless in a balaclava
We smoked this all the way down to the filter
We got what we could get of that b*tch
So this this' where the shit separates
For now there's nothing left - only the taste of piss
[Chorus x2]
They love you, they don't love you
And you will probably fuck - you b*tch
If you looked the other way they would take everything that was yours
What do I need enemies for, well Do I have you?
What do I need enemies for when I have you?

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