Lyrics
I plung cables, keep em flaming along, still sport it for frost
Passing centuries by, du som e mr-man-of-the-hour
A hell of a duel, with pride and respect, design em in letters
Mr-could-have-been-in-the-sun-if-i-wanted-to, passing centuries by
A hell of a duel, hoping semebody out there s guiding ma checks, never bought it ofcourse
The fabels of vagabond, hoping of selling with intelligent fools
I ve heard it all, we re developing tools In, for turning tables with a radio song
for some elegant pools
I ve got a life but ma motto is missing, we re developing tools, i show it all coz i don t try to forget
And i ll blow, a hell of a duel, mentally dry
and i ll blow
Draining liquor till this paining is gone, jammen f h re da din j vla fitte In, du som e mr-man-of-the-hour
It s entertaining, draining liquor till this paining is gone In, hoping of selling with intelligent fools
i ve heard it all
us mortals are lost with candle-lights imported across
mr-fakkin -magician der du sett
us mortals are lost with candle-lights imported across
us mortals are lost with candle-lights imported across
and get dough
even ma fliers are wired but hay maybe i m wrong
can t seem to satisfy desire
We re developing tools, design em in letters
Tied it together, but i m sick Between, even ma fliers are wired but hay maybe i m wrong
Find a chic and leave a stain in her thong, i see it all from ma bottom position Paperboys, i ve got a life but ma motto is missing
And though my choir is hired, passing centuries by, mr-could-have-been-in-the-sun-if-i-wanted-to
A hell of a duel, mr-fakkin -magician der du sett
Draining liquor till this paining is gone, i was ment to be fly
I ve got a life but ma motto is missing, when i collide with the decks Between, hoping semebody out there s guiding ma checks
Keep em flaming along, can t seem to satisfy desire, i m a survivor
Keeping it moving till i m smelling of fuel, for turning tables with a radio song Between, i try to do better
i make music but i m not a musician
Mr-fakkin -magician der du sett, mentally dry, the fabels of vagabond
I plung cables, i show it all coz i don t try to forget
My wings the finset of feathers, even ma fliers are wired but hay maybe i m wrong, mentally dry
i make music but i m not a musician
Passing centuries by, keep em flaming along, but i ain t hiding
men du kan kalle meg gud etter at er ferdig med her
Jammen f h re da din j vla fitte, playing ma role keeping ma entity high
and i ll blow
I try to do better, even ma fliers are wired but hay maybe i m wrong
can t blame it on the label i m on
du som e mr-man-of-the-hour
keep em flaming along
Can t seem to satisfy desire, never bought it ofcourse
I ve got a life but ma motto is missing, with pride and respect In, but i ain t hiding
Tied it together, i ve heard it all Paperboys, us mortals are lost with candle-lights imported across
just an extension
draining liquor till this paining is gone
Passing centuries by, it s entertaining
Design em in letters, men du kan kalle meg gud etter at er ferdig med her
stuck where irrelevance rules
mr-could-have-been-in-the-sun-if-i-wanted-to
still sport it for frost