Lyrics: Negash Ali
Music: Thorbjørn Schwarz/Nicolai Absalon
The bourbon it burns in the cold wind
It's like 45 in Berlin
& my bunker radiator ain't working
Daybreak won’t surface
Can’t hit the melody, can’t get the melanine
I drink the caffeine that is the medicine
I miss my energy I picture enemies
I sense the end of me, oh
And my nights get longer, knives get sharper, gotta spend my whole ****ing life in a sauna
Just not to be the wilest of monsters cause' I got this guy and he strikes on a congas, invites me to congress and lights up a ganja and like anaconda he wraps round’ my conscience and ****s with my head… and ****s with my head
Where do madmen go? abbey road! crack the coat for pistacchio peel the skin for potassium please tell me it cant be done
Cant be done? Baby thats a song that cant be sung
Baby thats a angle that cant be spun, baby thats a language that cant be tongued
Watch me go, primate, dial up the greats
Climb in a cape and fly into space
Clouds break skies cave gates shine god shakes
I'm in this bitch where the fire escape throw a fit enter blind rage
Oh I squinch till my eyes ache
No gin but im the bomb aye
Just a little bit of namaste, then I'm lifted to the mountain peak
Oh my Ariana’s grande, mi hermanos kamikaze