Du ka' drive hver mand til sindssyge, some frygt og had i syndens by.
Måden den er ny når du tar' over, springer i champagne - supernova.
For vi så member's only, så fucking alvorlig. Rød løber ellers går vi - ja det der gået en sport i.
Holder den dekadente balance, lad os købe noget arrogance, plus et blik der ka' slå ihjel, eller gøre det her liv helt specielt.
På verdens fokus er du mit spind, gnisten i øjet der kunne få din kvinde til at danse i det blege skind, imens du lukker natten ind.
Når jeg går ud, når hun går ud, når han går ud. Vi skal, ha' alt, de har på MTV.
Ja vi skal, være midt i alt, så ja her sidder vi.
Du hendes, hans og mit problem, blandet med duften fra succes'en.
Lyden af dit navn det gør blodet koldt, du endorfinen inde i hovedet på folk.
Mere end nok sker med din stemme, når han siger "hjem" hun siger "til hvem?".
Selv fucked up er du smuk på facaden, du psyko molotov, bål i gaden.
Så behold dine briller på, så vi ikk' kan se noget, og lad os sammen gå igennem noget der er misforstået. Bare reager på instinkt, vi vil ha' penge for ingenting - i mørket mellem lysets blink, imens du lukker natten ind.
Du jorden spundet én gang til, den perfekte form i lingeri.
Hænger i du er manilahamp, du spændt ud og rundt om halsen stramt, du smilets by når dagen rejser, illuminerende i miami vice - gennem byer af shots og penge,
men alting har en ende, så du venter vel...
L.O.C. © 2008
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You can drive any man to insanity, like fear and hate in the city of sins. The way is new when you take control, swimming in champaign - supernova. Cause we're so member's only, so fucking serious. Red carpet, or we're leaving - yea, it's become a habit. Keeping the decadent balance, let's buy some arrogance, plus eyes that can kill or make this life so speciel. In the world's focus, you're my web - the spark in the eye that could make your woman dance in the pale moonlight, while you let in the night.
When I go out, when she goes out, when he goes out. We must have all they have on MTV, yea we must be the center of it all, so here we are.
You're her, his and my problem, mixed with the scent of success. The sound of your name turns blood to ice, you're the endorphin inside our heads. More than enough happens to your voice, when he says "home" she says "to who?". Even fucked up, yet beautiful on the facade, like a wild, molotive bonfire in the streets. So keep your glasses on, so we can't see anything, and let us together walk through something that's misunderstood. Just react on instinct, we want money for nothing - in the darkness between the blinks of light, while you let in the night.
You're earth spun one more time, the perfect form in lingeri. Hanging in, you're manila hemp. You're strapped on around the neck, tight. You're the city of smiles when the day departs, illuminated in miami vice - through cities of shots and money. But every thing has an end, so you're probably waiting...
