yo, yo
I could walk through alleys and squares
You could feel my sorrow
You were by my side wherever I went
No matter how much I got scolded
no matter how many hits I got
how many mistakes I made
so be you
always there when I didn't know anything
but here and now I stand now trying to look around
trying to grasp something
what really happened
what really happened
trying to decipher fragments
same kickers in town
same face man e used
juppies and snobs that you have seen since childhood
there is no difference because no one gives up
no one suffers from
the same old style they learned from
stockholmsprat there's plenty of hate there
if you've done your thing
and really got something done
same dudes you see
fake girls smiling
same old stockholm
same neighborhood
they are from stockholm
the big city pulse pulsates
stockholm style
ugly as hell but still frustrating beautiful
from stockholm
the big city pulse pulsates
stockholm style
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i breathe in an aroma
of neon of teflon
remember every platform
that i bombed with freon
so many night walks< br/>dangerous escapades
always the same mission
get your crew on facades
climb out in the middle of the night
left the window ajar
come back a little later while the light was on
slowly the sun rose
the adrenaline disappeared
that I got when I ran
where I drew my name
my mother was sleeping
she could never understand
why we had spots
which were silver and blue
buy records on groove
we copped bands
hadn't formed a crew
but had already shaken hands
Derec B on the box
a standing room ticket
Public Enemy concert
which most people have seen
my life was nirvana
because there was nothing more
it was in the same old Stockholm
in the same neighborhood
they are from Stockholm
the pulse of the city pulsates
stockholm style
ugly as hell but still frustrating beautiful
from stockholm
the pulse of the city pulsates
stockholm style
talking man favors
there are nights when i dreamed
of the western bridge
climb up and take a step
check out o just leave my life
coward breathe out
ignore everything negative
try to reach a decision
and I have stood on barricades
screamed my slogans
demolished palisades
but also got injuries
Bullshit bullshit
From and to crap paint
but finally realized that all Stockholm is an anthill
sometimes I swim among corals
keeps happiness constant
sometimes I fall when I climb too steep
I'm 27 just now
don't have time for anything
have played my cards
looked to put short
you who have wasted your life
it's never too late
to clean up old shit
make sure everything gets clean
but I'm crazy about my city
I think more and more
it depends on the same old Stockholm same neighborhood
they are from Stockholm
the big city pulse pulsates
Stockholm style
ugly as hell but still frustrating beautiful
from stockholm
the pulse of the big city pulsates
stockholm style
talking man favors

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