Wannabe

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 Uncle P talk shit, but never fight me, so I guess that MV forever hiking But I write them to dust, we all going down, German pilot, fucking us up Fuck, 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 spinning them on the cock tip Adrenaline killing them. 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 gonna 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 Hah-hah, 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] 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