Letras
Oh, how long have I been in this grave?
Inside asleep, but seemingly awake
It's not a nice way and I am ashamed
I walk around strange
Didn't I say I don't care either way
If it's a bad day or a really nice day?
I'm under your spell and this is my cell
I know it too well
Familiar hell
You won't believe what they say about us, bad PR
Bad chemistry between the nine and three-star
Only real fanatics know, TL;DR (yeah)
In the ER at the hotel, two key cards (yeah)
GTB, they still wanna hear GT-R
Black discharge top, G-star raws
Sing Peroxide on the stage in B-sharp (at the bus stop)
Black windows on the strip, black Dodge Charge'
Only real fanatics know, TL;DR
They still wanna hear GT-R
And we still got bad PR (yeah)
GTB is up, all-star
They don't know, they don't know, they don't
I've made a lot of fucking zeros, but they don't know (no, they don't)
They don't know, they don't know, they don't
They don't know, they don't know, they don't
Champagne raining, champagne raining everywhere I go
Diamonds raining, diamonds raining everywhere I go
They don't know, they don't know, they don't
Bank account on stacks and a Range Rove'
On a nice day, rep the nine
In New York or Dubai
On the sick star, six sides
Let the sick star shine
On the low, keep your eyes on the prize
On the shores our horizons will rise
Make the goal, never go offside
Keep it cool on the rise 'til-, uh-uh-uh
This, this, this, this, this distance
This, this, this, this, this cold embrace
This, this, this, this, this sunshine
Stopped by pollution, cold and grey
This, this, this, this, this distance
This, this, this, this, this cold embrace
This, this, this, this, this sunshine
Stopped by pollution, cold and grey