[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, I am just gonna state the obvious
We have a doppleganger
From the hair to the suit, do you not have any value or respect for originality?
You're a laughing stock, it's cheesy, I can't stand it
I'm ashamed to be here
[Verse 1 ]
Langt igjen å gå
Are you kidding me, killing me, stupidity
Pissing me so off
Langt igjen å gå
Are you willing to meeting me
I ain’t feeling your energy, oh boy
Langt igjen å gå
They call me MV, the enemy
Don’t pretend to be friend of me, make sure
I rep truth to the fullest, stupid
Sit in your stool, shit fuck views, bitch, I’m Lubitz
Dawg, I ain't shocking my brain
I’m like a fox in this bitch, what the fuck am I saying?
I’ma boss in this job, you get shot in your face
If you ever try to sing “ah rist meg som en milkshake”
, wait...
I thought people were dope
Until Kygo came in middle now he’s stealing my show, oh!
What you mean I never had one?
Last show, three people, that was action, Mom!
No celebrities like me
A.P., yeah he said that I was biting
Onkl P talk shit, but never fight me
,
So I guess, that MV forever hiking
But I write 'em to dust
We all going down, German pilot, fucking us up
, fuck (oh boy)
And my manager never managed to stop me
Door is on lock, and I’m flopping
[Hook]
When I say “wanna” you say “be”
Wanna – be
Wanna – be
(x3)
Mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes
I’ma wannabe, get over it, we all are
Fuck a disguise!
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you know I straight rock it
Caught women and spinnin' 'em on the cock tip
Adrenaline killin' 'em, I’m on my shit
I’m sipping on Hennessy in the cockpit
, yeah
I’m in a beast-mode
One shot to blow, so hell no, fuck a free throw, people
Unfasten your seatbelt
We gon' crash in the Alps
, I don’t need help
I’m shutting it down
I’m like a fox in this bitch, I ain’t fucking around
(wap-pop-pop-papa-pa-pow)
Yeah, that’s the sound when we’re going down, cause I’m
Just a wannabe, just a kid
With no fucking feels for the music biz
I’m foolish, I’m stupid, I use this, music
To bullshit, these losers,
tell that I’m Lubitz
, bitch
Sit still on the plane, one last trip, yep
Do you feel what I’m saying? Clique-magazine
Shit, still killing the game
I’m Brad Pitt, still feeling ugly insane,
main
Are you a banker? Better leave me a loan
Put a bad-chick in Bagdad, she wanna get stoned,
bro
Like Forrest and Jenny
She a whore, I’ma dork for tryna get any
, I’m MV
Fuck a ginger, I’ma injure, everything girl,
get up in her
With the Timber, then pretend I, wanna friend her
Ah-ah, virgin bruh?
Better be on before get on my ding dong
Get on my level, I’m better, I’m fucking King Kong
What up Sim-One?
Pedal to the metal, man we live in a sitcom
I’m in the middle like Malcolm
Am I single? Nah man, I’m album
And a threesome, fuck it, I’m wild son
Long as bloat float, grab throats, laugh, choke
Pass rope, fast-forward past hoes, that’s dope
Last quote, ask bro’s
To defend you in court,
by saying you thought her throat
Was nothing but a motherfucking love handle
,
I’m so broke
[Hook]
When I say “wanna” you say “be”
Wanna – be
Wanna – be
(x3)
Mouth a printer, scanning with the eyes
I’ma wannabe, get over it, we all are
Fuck a disguise
[Outro]
Bounce (x6)
Get up now
Bounce (x6)
Get up now
Bounce (x6)
And get up now
But if you think that I copy the sound
Get your ass on the plane, I ain’t fucking around
We’re going down
