The sun always shines on a winner
That's what they always tell me, yeah
But I'm more than that, then who am I
And what does life want from me, watch me
All Han Solo in a BMW, no bitches behind me
My voice makes money and the money add up
I clean up my own shit, get up early - call me the garbage man
So dear hater say good morning to my middle finger
Black clothing, big art, black conscience
The suburbs follows me, it shows, you know
My flow must be send from above, cause I'm so fresh
that someone think I was born yesterday,
but I must be born tomorrow
Rock star, motherfucker, globetrotter
But I never forget where I come from
And I've heard that about 85 percent always go back home again
I wonder if I'm one of them
For ever apparently Denmark will live in me
It seeps from every pore whether I want it or not
I'm different apparently, I'm still looking for answers
Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet
Black clouds, rain that keeps falling
Sunbeams - as always outnumbered
But we're used to it so we let the darkness through
Just let the storm rage as long as I have a following wind
And that's just my dreams, my ambitions have grown
No matter where I am I have space to move
And the clouds up there sets no boundaries
No shit, no pills, no drugs, we took the chances
Polite, but looking for a bit of trouble
So go for a ride with me through the streets of my childhood
We'll keep driving even when the tires are let down
Disappears inside of myself - call it my free space
Like a christianit1 - they can't kill us
Don't even need a bed - I'm at peace with myself
I always look ahead, but promise that I never will
Forget where I'm from and where I belong
For ever apparently Denmark will live in me
It seeps from every pore whether I want it or not
I'm different apparently, I'm still looking for answers
Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet
I do it for those who's gone forever
And for those who returns back home
I do it until I get that smile back on your lips
I salute you, then I wave goodbye
I do this because I want to make a difference
I don't do it for dollars, not for peanuts, not for eartnuts
I do it for love, for new life, for midwifes
I do it for the old, when they sit apart
So they can each remember their Novemberstreet
For ever apparently Denmark will live in me
It seeps from every pore whether I want it or not
I'm different apparently, I'm still looking for answers
Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet
Where do you, where, where do you go to
Where do you, where, where do you go to
Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet
I think I'll say it again
Where do you, where, where do you go to
Where do you, where, where do you go to
Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet
1. Someone from Christiania, a self-proclaimed autonomous neighbourhood in the Danish capital Copenhagen