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
