Morlockk Dilemma, Superior, Daniel Son - Tour de Force songtext (lyrics)
[Morlockk Dilemma, Superior, Daniel Son - Tour de Force songtext lyrics]
That bbs shit fuckin' time it is
We on
Extract the love out the trauma and pain
Keep my focus on these dollars so
My profit's sustained
Brown bag, no more resume claim
Lay in my coffin, no shame
Live with honor, watch 'em fuck
Just don't swim off in the veins
Foreign currency
Always gotta same some for emergencies
Need that Newport flown out in Germany
Hit the main vein goddamn
All the blur was burgundy
Doc said they couldn't fix 'em
With a hundred surgeries
Violence getting worse
They dying younger every year
I couldn't eat enough to
Make the hunger disappear (I couldn't)
They smell the sour that's up in
My lungs and in the air (Fire)
I overcome despair soon as lunch
Is in the lair (Real sauce)
This the type of car that
Leave your soul hurtin' (Outside)
That's why I cook up
I keep the stove workin'
Stash full of new shit
Still got 'em of the old versions
(Still got it)
All they found was tire marks
They left the road burnin'
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt
Yeah, uh
Das ist mein Tagebuch aus dem Kriegsgeschehen
Dem Minenfeld zwischen Nagelstudios
Und Spielotheken wo sie dir für deinen
Wagemut die Leviten lesen
Lernst du recht schnell in der
Harten Schule der tiefen Schläge
Ich lief' in schiefen
Straßenschuhen die Kilometer
Denn ist der Todesschlag fürs "Bruder"
Im Spiel des Lebens ich führ' die Feder
Ras' vor Wut und zerfließ' in Tränen
Für die Brüder, die aus dem Strafvollzug
Nicht mehr wiederkehren sie reden viel
Wenn vom Nase-Pudern die Kiefer beben
Doch müdes Gähn'n wird dem Magenblut
Und vom Spiegel legen
Auch wenn sie dir unter starken
Jubel nur Liebe geben gilt es schon morgen
Die Grabesfuge im Nieselregen
Auf ein "Halleluja", drei Ave Maria beten
Denn greifst du nur einmal nach dem Kuchen
Schon gibt's Probleme
Bedenke für all den schalen
Sprudel und die Moneten
Ist kein Platz im letzten
Maßanzug mit der Chrysantheme
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt
We on
Extract the love out the trauma and pain
Keep my focus on these dollars so
My profit's sustained
Brown bag, no more resume claim
Lay in my coffin, no shame
Live with honor, watch 'em fuck
Just don't swim off in the veins
Foreign currency
Always gotta same some for emergencies
Need that Newport flown out in Germany
Hit the main vein goddamn
All the blur was burgundy
Doc said they couldn't fix 'em
With a hundred surgeries
Violence getting worse
They dying younger every year
I couldn't eat enough to
Make the hunger disappear (I couldn't)
They smell the sour that's up in
My lungs and in the air (Fire)
I overcome despair soon as lunch
Is in the lair (Real sauce)
This the type of car that
Leave your soul hurtin' (Outside)
That's why I cook up
I keep the stove workin'
Stash full of new shit
Still got 'em of the old versions
(Still got it)
All they found was tire marks
They left the road burnin'
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt
Yeah, uh
Das ist mein Tagebuch aus dem Kriegsgeschehen
Dem Minenfeld zwischen Nagelstudios
Und Spielotheken wo sie dir für deinen
Wagemut die Leviten lesen
Lernst du recht schnell in der
Harten Schule der tiefen Schläge
Ich lief' in schiefen
Straßenschuhen die Kilometer
Denn ist der Todesschlag fürs "Bruder"
Im Spiel des Lebens ich führ' die Feder
Ras' vor Wut und zerfließ' in Tränen
Für die Brüder, die aus dem Strafvollzug
Nicht mehr wiederkehren sie reden viel
Wenn vom Nase-Pudern die Kiefer beben
Doch müdes Gähn'n wird dem Magenblut
Und vom Spiegel legen
Auch wenn sie dir unter starken
Jubel nur Liebe geben gilt es schon morgen
Die Grabesfuge im Nieselregen
Auf ein "Halleluja", drei Ave Maria beten
Denn greifst du nur einmal nach dem Kuchen
Schon gibt's Probleme
Bedenke für all den schalen
Sprudel und die Moneten
Ist kein Platz im letzten
Maßanzug mit der Chrysantheme
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt
'Cause we off with the
Whole team while winnin'
This was our muscle, our heart, our vision
I made a bench out the jump
Took the L, made it back in a month
I left the tire tracks just to stunt