If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew niet meer mijn zaak is I don't know just why I turn away and shove my hands deep in my pockets
When the party's over 'n' I'll take off your face
Turn my home into a museum
A goddess or a genius, a drunkerd at 23
To have a perfect alibi
.. the crowd is convinced
scars are stories
But if you walked to France they'd translate it to english
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Fading in the distance
Our paths have changed but I can see
I'm brighter than before