Verse 1:
Chicosepoy:
Rappers are stupid and they always give me the stupid look
And think the Roman Empire is the same as the Roman Empire
I'm like ?uest Love's drumstick - miss no
blink it's the cousin of death, so I don't blink
I'm the most broke to those in a suit jacket,
it's the same damn thing because what does the item of clothing say?
From those who suffocates those who sell out,
goes bang after bang and finally chooses God
I celebrate Christmas, Diwali, Hanukkah and Ramadan,
because that's how I see everyone lives in the same country,
and if you ask me, everyone should speak the same language
and not only live in the same street, but the same house
Being an asshole has become a damn trendy thing,
I is more my home becomes your home like Ken Ring
Ey, also take see things, honestly you're completely blind,
and think it's masculine to have no damn opinion.
I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same
so I promise that tomorrow I will live in the present as true as Allah allows me
But I woke up yesterday and had déjà vu and everything was the same< br/>I (bought scratch cards, scratched, won and bought scraps for it)
woke up yesterday...
Verse 2:
Magdi:
Food has become pills, and water has become alcohol,
and we only got involved when crazy kid won idol
Ladies and men are superfluous as hell,
because we have wireless mice and test-tube babies
People pawn their souls say and cold sweats all the time,
to become a part-time employee in a telecommunications company
And everyone has started talking politics in spring,
no one has an opinion, but everyone hates George
I am 'ke better soul, and it's easy to seem dissatisfied,
because my average smile is not as wide as before
At least I'm glad I'm a man, and everyone should be entitled to that,
because the ladies have to live up to the underwear posters
We pretend fear doesn't breed hate,
even though Muslim is used synonymously with the Taliban
And everyone wants gold and glitter, bling and diamond wedding rings,
but all they have is the fear of losing things.
I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same
so I promise that tomorrow I will live in the present as true Brahma let me
But I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same
I (bought scratch cards, sharpened, won and bought scraps for it)
Woke up yesterday...
Verse 3:
Chicosepoy:
Friday evening, Carl is at Oslo west,
Abdullahi is as always at Romsåsfest
The point: is sev if we are where we enjoy ourselves mostly,
we are the same deep down and want bags and sacks
Regardless of the house of worship, it is the same thing that we ask for,
nice house, more fluff, ladies without bras
No one have a plan, just complain more and watch
borders being replaced by Ryan-Air and broadband
Everybody's crazy, love doesn't exist,
things escalate and poof - you have a divorce
We go to school and work and pant to earn the best,
we should think for ourselves, but shut up and read mostly
Ringnes calls kids and asks them to come to a party,
and childhood is replaced by sexpress and sms
I used to laugh at that,
until I realized that I am part of that soul.
I woke up yesterday, got déjà vu and everything was the same
so I promise that tomorrow I will live in the present as true as Allah allows me
But I woke up yesterday, got déjà vu and everything was the same
I (bought scratch card, scratched, won and bought scrap for it)
Woke up yesterday...