Flow

Now let me contemplate when I dedicate this song to the instigators that seem
to levitate from joy when shit goes wrong.
I want to participate in the debate, fascinated of how you fabricate stories
about how much money we made.
Let’s get this straight, the first decade was unpaid.
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop.
From the club to the squat, you people chose the spot.
When I jump up, look under both of my feet.
Commander up here, you are obsolete.
Och även om du snacka skit, it’s just a receipt, a proof of you feeling
incomplete.