[Audio] Staahl - Rewind [Ghostwriter???]

[Audio] Staahl - Rewind [Ghostwriter???]

Någon som söker en ghostwriter? Rap är inte min grej men det skulle vara skoj om någon ville göra någonting med mina texter? Kanske inte så här personliga texter dock..



Freebeat - ÖyenProd

Lyrics:

I've got about 240 000 problems and they' all cash related
It all started five years after my father ejaculated
Oh how I wish he'd masturbated
And the sperm-me had been assassinated
But I swam and swam and at last made it
I felt a crumb of happiness but it rapidly faded
I'm not stackin' this paper
I got this addiction, it's got me so sick and
I'm on attack-mode, don't fuck with this blitz man
Where's the money? I bought me some puff
The rest? I snorted it up! "What up?" Sub
What's goin' on in my life? I don't fuckin' know
I need some fuckin' dough, and then I need some mo'
I am so fuckin' low, could use some fuckin' blow
No news that I'm fuckin' cold
Hold up! "What up?" Sub? Jupp!

Sure I've got friends and family, but they can't see, the vacancy
In my life that's breaking me, and lately we've, been takin' the
"High road"! Blazing embracing my time
How should we do it, with a razorblade or a knife?
Ain't got the strength, no facing my life
Chasing the light, my brain is racing it's like
My concious erasing my mind, afraid that in time
I won't be able to fine, my way and I'm standing by
The fork in the road, but I am handling mine
Is this meant for me? Was I sent to be
A fuckin' outsider but who's really a centerpiece
Sentimentally? No I'm just resent by the
Fuckers who I trusted, but just went and breezed
Empty promises can't be obvious
So now we' here broke, high and all in debts, falling? Yes!
Things ain't the same, önskar att vi var barn igen
Far-väl min vän (R.I.P)

From the age of five, he's had this rage inside
He never played with nines, he started and he stayed with rhymes
He create the lines, to feel better and he may in time
He's life, can he make it right?
A new day, a new headache, life is achy now
He's in need of medication but there ain't a wake-and-bake in sight
Ever since a kid, he's been hangning out late at night
Surrounded by his mates and crimes, he needs a break from life
And take the time, to face the knives
That's been shanking him in the back and say; Enough!
He's fate's to fight? Not able to save a dime
He's living on the red line
It's like his wallets been raped you like;
"I guess his life just ain't as safe as mine"
So blad you better watch your P's and Q's yeah
Or be happy if you just get left with bruises