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WHEN I WAS OLDER

[Chorus]
When I was older
I was a sailor on an open sea
But now I'm underwater
And my skin is paler than it should ever be
Hmm
 
[Verse]
I'm on my back again
Dreaming of a time and place
Where you and I remain the best of friends
Even after all this ends
Can we pretend?
I'm on my, I'm on my back again
It's seeming more and more
Like all we ever do is see how far it bends
Before it breaks in half and then
We bend it back again
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Guess I got caught in the middle of it
Yes I've been taught, got a little of it
In my blood, in my blood
Memories burn like a forest fire
Heavy rain turns any funeral pyre to mud
In the flood
 
[Chorus]
When I was older
I was a sailor on an open sea
But now I'm underwater
And my skin is paler than it should ever be
 
[Bridge]
I'm watching movies back to back in black and white, I never
Seen anybody do it like I do it any better
I'm goin' over you, I'm overdue for new endeavors
Nobody lonely like I'm lonely and I don't know whether
You'd really like it in the limelight
You'd sympathize with all the bad guys
I'm still a victim in my own right
But I'm the villain in my own eyes, yeah
 
[Outro]
When I was older
I was a sailor on an open sea
 

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Midnight Queen

In the forest, in the night
Underneath the full moonlight
She's always there
Nature's child in the woodland air
Fade into the dream
And when your heart is filled with fear
Close your eyes for she is here
She's always there
The stars shine in her raven hair
Fade into the dream
 
And on a night like this
You'll find her burning kiss
Her hair all wrapped around you
Your dreams are here to drown you
 
And in the winter and autumn time
Sind your song, drink your wine
For she is here
The Midnight Queen is dressed in green
Fade into the dream
Does the cold air chill your spine
And to the truth you are blind
For she is here
The naked spirit of the forest glade
Fade into the dream
 

Das ist Lee

Lee ist hier…so fies wie nie…und jetzt ist keiner von euch wirklich sicher.
Denn Lee ist hier…und ohne sie…da ist das Leben doch nur halb so witzig!
L-e-e zurückgekommen und die Leute schrei'n: „Is' die verrückt
geworden? Und ist das nicht die von Tic Tac Toe?“ Ich mach lärm wie
'ne Calico – klick klack – pow! Mein Schädel is' dick, ihr redet nur Shit
und erzählt immer nur Käse wie Desiree Nick. Man muss nur'n Porno
dreh'n und fährt gegen die Wand und kriegt 'nen goldenen Bären in die-
sem Medienland. Ich kauf mir 'ne Million Silikon und lauf rum in mei-
nem Video wie 'n billiger Klon. Renn zum Bum-Bum-Boris, die paar
Stunden lohn' sich. Du kriegst jeden rum wenn du nur dumm wie Stroh
Bist. Wer ist Overground? Ich kenn nur Untergund! Ich will nur echten
Sound, der Rest ist ungesund. Ich bin im Game und krieg' den Ball ab,
kick wie Ballack, kick wie Backham… Toooor…!
Refrain
 
Ich mach' mein Ding, egal wem es nicht passt…Ihr schreit wie Babies und
die Windeln sind nass…Ich mach mein' Mund auf und ihr findet es
krass…Schaut ein Flugzeug, ein Vogel, nein…Das – Ist – Lee…Und wem
es nicht passt…Der hat was in seinem Leben verpasst…Ich hab das ganze
Gerade so satt…Die is' nich' nur irgendeine, man…Dass – Ist – Lee!
Zieht den Stock aus'm Arsch, werdet endlich locker. Ich kauf 'n Koffer
und Rent-a-Pocher. Steck ihn rein, schick ihn mit der Post ab, durch 'n
ganzen Ostblock, nach Ost-Vladivostock… Ohne Scheiss, halt Alkohol
bereit, denn ich leb' in einer Stadt mit Klaus Wowereit. Das soll'n Homo
sein? Der is' nich' po-bereit. Guck so wirkungsvoll kann Promo
sein…So was wie Lee, das macht ihr nie und ich mach euch nass wie
Apres-Ski. Die Leute sind jetzt wach und sie tanzen gerade und es
schneit auf's Dach vom Musikanten-Stadl…Ich kenn den ganzen Laden
schon über 20 Jahre. Ich geh jetzt in die Politik, du kannst den Kanzler
fragen…Gib mir 'ne eigene Show und ihr habt schon verloren… Ich
nenn' sie Deutschlands nervigste Moderatoren…
Refrain
 
Ich mach' mein Ding, egal wem es nicht passt…Ihr schreit wie Babies und
die Windeln sind nass…Ich mach mein' Mund auf und ihr findet es
krass…Schaut ein Flugzeug, ein Vogel, nein…Das – Ist – Lee…Und wem
es nicht passt…Der hat was in seinem Leben verpasst…Ich hab das ganze
Gerade so satt…Die is' nich' nur irgendeine, man…Dass – Ist – Lee!
Hier ist der letzte Vers, damit ich endlich weg kann. Ich muss noch zu
Kerner und wenn nich', zu Beckmann. Die fragen eh die gleiche, ewige
Scheiße: „Bist du wieder heiß oder lediglich pleite? Und wie war das
damals mit deinem Mann? Und ist Ricky wirklich zickig?“ Tja da war was
dran! „Und warst du im Rotlicht unterwegs? Und wenn ja, wie war's?
Lass es uns verstehen! Wo warst du so lang? Wo sind die anderen Bei-
den? Denkst du, du schaffst es allein, ohne daran zu zweifeln?“ Yup! Ich
mach das schon, ich mach jetzt nur schnell mein Album und dann habt
ihrs schon…Und dann bin ich wieder drin in der Regenbogenpresse und
grins wieder in jede verlogene Fresse…Denn bald bin ich wieder ein rei-
ches Schwein, doch ich geb' nichts ab, denn Geiz is' geil…!
Refrain
 
Ich mach' mein Ding, egal wem es nicht passt…Ihr schreit wie Babies und
die Windeln sind nass…Ich mach mein' Mund auf und ihr findet es
krass…Schaut ein Flugzeug, ein Vogel, nein…Das – Ist – Lee…Und wem
es nicht passt…Der hat was in seinem Leben verpasst…Ich hab das ganze
Gerade so satt…Die is' nich' nur irgendeine, man…Dass – Ist – Lee!
Ich mach' mein Ding, egal wem es nicht passt…Ihr schreit wie Babies und
die Windeln sind nass…Ich mach mein' Mund auf und ihr findet es
krass…Schaut ein Flugzeug, ein Vogel, nein…Das – Ist – Lee…Und wem
es nicht passt…Der hat was in seinem Leben verpasst…Ich hab das ganze
Gerade so satt…Die is' nich' nur irgendeine, man…Dass – Ist – Lee!
 

Ironic

Kamikaze
Drop the top, let the soul out it
 
Pull up, that's a kamikaze
Drop the top, let the soul out it
These thots tryna suck the soul out me
Let a bitch suck me 'til her nose snotty
I find it ironic when niggas say they getting money
Flooded AP need some plumbing
Came out that motherfuckin' dungeon
Straight out that jungle, Jumanji
Hope that ain't your baby mommy
Putting dick all in her stomach
Better know just how I'm coming
Better know just how I'm coming
 
Got a bitch with a booty that jiggles
Take it right out and nut on her nipple
Pop an addy and fuck 'til she crippled
Make her spit then you turn 'round and kiss her
I got eye like a motherfuckin' sickle
Bitch I pop like a motherfuckin' pimple
Got a thirty inside of this pistol
That bitch rock like a motherfuckin' missile
All this ice make me motherfuckin' shiver
Free my dogs out that motherfuckin' kennel
Had to take it in little by little
That shit turned me into a gorilla
Niggas claiming they with you, not with you
Keep my circle small, cropping out pictures
Put a hole in your face like a dimple
I'm the wave and you niggas just ripples
Got my feet on the motherfucking pedal
Prices high like a motherfucking treble
I got spots like a motherfucking freckle
I can't trade these lil bitches, I'm careful
Know these bitches will fold under pressure
Know these niggas will fold like a pretzel
For that money bag I go federal
We got MSR's and et cetera
 
Pull up, that's a kamikaze
Drop the top, let the soul out it
These thots tryna suck the soul out me
Let a bitch suck me 'til her nose snotty
I find it ironic when niggas say they getting money
Flooded AP need some plumbing
Came out that motherfuckin' dungeon
Straight out that jungle, Jumanji
Hope that ain't your baby mommy
Putting dick all in her stomach
Better know just how I'm coming
Better know just how I'm coming
 
Get money, invader, my raw
My diamonds, they dancing, that's lights out
A quarter milly in my vault
Straight wreck a bitch home, it's my fault
Caught her by suprise, not incidental
Hundred bags stashed inside this rental
Hundred racks stashed inside my denim
Twenty racks just to talk through these dentals
She give me brain, I fuck up her mental
4 Pockets Full, I like my money neat
In the streets gotta play for keeps
I got a whole family to feed
They say it's plenty fish in the sea
They tryna bring us the beach
Twenty-five hundred just for a feat'
Another fifteen just for my feet
That might look like a Cherokee Jeep
The way that the doors off
Get head and I dose off
Cook that shit like Mozart
 
Pull up, that's a kamikaze
Drop the top, let the soul out it
These thots tryna suck the soul out me
Let a bitch suck me 'til her nose snotty
I find it ironic when niggas say they getting money
Flooded AP need some plumbing
Came out that motherfuckin' dungeon
Straight out that jungle, Jumanji
Hope that ain't your baby mommy
Putting dick all in her stomach
Better know just how I'm coming
Better know just how I'm coming
 
These bitches on something
Feeling like I'm on one
Two cups, pour up
I just popped another one
 
Pull up, that's a kamikaze
Drop the top, let the soul out it
These thots tryna suck the soul out me
Let a bitch suck me 'til her nose snotty
I find it ironic when niggas say they getting money
Flooded AP need some plumbing
Came out that motherfuckin' dungeon
Straight out that jungle, Jumanji
Hope that ain't your baby mommy
Putting dick all in her stomach
Better know just how I'm coming
Better know just how I'm coming
 

Jesus in L.A.

Well, I shook hands with the devil
Down on the south side
And he bought us a drink
With a pat and a pencil sat by side
I said: 'Tell me what you think'
I've been looking for my savior,
Looking for my truth.
I even dash my shrink
 
He brought me down to his level
Said: 'Son, you are not special,
you won't find him where you think'
 
Ref:
You won't find him down on the sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you are tripping on some pills
When you saw the other dream
You were just 16
Pack the bags and run away
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A.
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A.
 
Took a sip of his wisky
Said: 'Now that you are with me,
Well, I think that you should stay'
Yeah, I now you've been busy
Searching throught the city
So, let me chattaway
I now I'm not your savior,
Not, I'm not your truth
But I think we coul be friends.
 
He said: 'Come down to my level,
Hang out with the devil
Let me tell you, let me in.
 
Ref:
You won't find him down on the sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you are tripping on some pills
When you saw the other dream
You were just 16
Pack the bags and run away
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A.
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A.
 
And that is when I knew that
It was time to go home
And tht is when I realize
That I was alone
And all the vibrant colors
From L.A. fade away
And I don't care what the say
 
Ref:
You won't find him down on the sunset
Or at a party in the hills
At the bottom of the bottle
Or when you are tripping on some pills
When you saw the other dream
You were just 16
Pack the bags and run away
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A.
(x2)
 
And it's a crying shame
You came all this way
Cause you won't find Jesus in L.A.