Yeah, is this all for me?
I want even more and you can't take away from me, oh oh
Yeah, that I won't take a no
But no one told me that in the end you're all alone
This is the last time, I let myself get stepped on and pushed to the next lap
Oh, oh, yeah
Just remember until next time
I just sincerely think I deserve better
Outdelivered, defined
Worth a mill; combined
If I do what she wants it'll be fucking dark, yeah
She just wants to make kids as if we were Larry Clark, yeah
Hey, see me rent a helicopter for the occasion
The club is forever, just look at the tattoo
Oh my god
Meanwhile I care about the opinions
Of some people who should've been left behind by birth control
Uh
I just never get to the point
No one carries the neck to see a single chin1
They wanna taste the sweetness, not the after taste
They don't wanna climb the mountain, just slide down the hill, eh
And see Sophie Elise naked
Attend lessons, I learned mine
I'm not keen on hanging and sucking on your dullest hashish
I'm on my way to getting rich
You're just sleeping with your girlfriend
Stop me I'm thinking way too much about myself
I expect the world to follow after me, mmm
Stop me by the door, I've got too much in me
It's not something you'll die of, but I think that's just as fine
Yeah, is this all for me?
I want even more and you can't take away from me, oh oh
Yeah, that I won't take a no
But no one told me that in the end you're all alone
This is the last time, I let myself get stepped on and pushed to the next lap
Oh, oh, yeah
Just remember until next time
I just sincerely think I deserve better
[Chirag]
Every man, show up, show up, show up
Don't leave every time it's heading towards a wedding
I use every summer to have a flirt, little Philip, ah
Heartless, ah, killah killah
You're not funny Raggen
What are you thinking these days?
You're more Kasim Bæder than you're Tore Sagen
And too old to check if there's blood on the sheets
Barely got a licence, got it last year, aah
Just ball your entire life
Wallet open like a grand piano
Money, money, money, dice on blast
Every guest verse, mad fucking gassed
Fuck the press, they're mad fucking wack
Look how they did Jesse, look how they did Cass
She's mad 'cause I don't have wide pants anymore
She's mad 'cause I don't freelance
She thinks success is mad random
Bitch, tears also fall in a mansion
If
you're going there
Choose money over fame, don't stress a thing
I can't believe I'm scared of living with a white woman
And I haven't told my mom, but I'll say it here:
Shoutout, black folks with white women
Who don't dare tell their mothers, fucking embarrassing
Put me in chains and
Take away all my talents
Take me out of the city
Cut me by the knees, laugh at me and take off all my clothes
What do you have left?
Fuck if I know, but hello!
Is all of this for me?
You can have everything back, it's not good for me, oh, oh, yeah
'Cause no one told me,
No one told me that in the end you're all alone
I don't even want to in the slightest,
I don't even want to know what it could've become, oh, oh, yeah
This isn't even mine
I don't need anything I just think I deserve happiness
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