Текст песни
Once upon a time,
in a faraway land,
a young producer lived
in a shining studio.
He had everything
his heart desired,
and the music he wrote
came from the heart.
But then,
one Winter's night,
a group of haters
came to his weblog
and offered him their love
if he would make a rawstyle track.
Repulsed by their
haggard appearance,
the producer
sneered at the gift,
and turned
the haters away.
As a punishment,
they placed a powerful
spell on him.
If he would make a raw track,
the spell would be broken.
If not, he would be doomed
to remain hated forever.
Let's, oh my god!
Oh my god!
They placed a powerful
spell on him.
If he would make a raw track,
the spell would be broken.
If not, he would be doomed
to remain hated forever.
Forever.
They placed a powerful
spell on him.
If he would make a raw track,
the spell would be broken.
If not, he would be doomed
to remain...
Let's, oh my god!