[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 - ÖyenProdLyrics:I've got about 240 000 problems and they' all cash relatedIt all started five years after my father ejaculatedOh how I wish he'd masturbatedAnd the sperm-me had been assassinatedBut I swam and swam and at last made itI felt a crumb of happiness but it rapidly fadedI'm not stackin' this paperI got this addiction, it's got me so sick andI'm on attack-mode, don't fuck with this blitz manWhere's the money? I bought me some puffThe rest? I snorted it up! "What up?" SubWhat's goin' on in my life? I don't fuckin' knowI need some fuckin' dough, and then I need some mo'I am so fuckin' low, could use some fuckin' blowNo news that I'm fuckin' coldHold up! "What up?" Sub? Jupp!Sure I've got friends and family, but they can't see, the vacancyIn my life that's breaking me, and lately we've, been takin' the"High road"! Blazing embracing my timeHow should we do it, with a razorblade or a knife?Ain't got the strength, no facing my lifeChasing the light, my brain is racing it's likeMy concious erasing my mind, afraid that in timeI won't be able to fine, my way and I'm standing byThe fork in the road, but I am handling mineIs this meant for me? Was I sent to beA fuckin' outsider but who's really a centerpieceSentimentally? No I'm just resent by theFuckers who I trusted, but just went and breezedEmpty promises can't be obviousSo now we' here broke, high and all in debts, falling? Yes!Things ain't the same, önskar att vi var barn igenFar-väl min vän (R.I.P)From the age of five, he's had this rage insideHe never played with nines, he started and he stayed with rhymesHe create the lines, to feel better and he may in timeHe's life, can he make it right?A new day, a new headache, life is achy nowHe's in need of medication but there ain't a wake-and-bake in sightEver since a kid, he's been hangning out late at nightSurrounded by his mates and crimes, he needs a break from lifeAnd take the time, to face the knivesThat's been shanking him in the back and say; Enough!He's fate's to fight? Not able to save a dimeHe's living on the red lineIt'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 yeahOr be happy if you just get left with bruises