Spis Din Syvende Sans

[VERSE 1]
Did you know if my life was a schedule
Had you been the gym class we had when we were kids
Did you know that my bank account, is your account
Isnt that nice? Isnt that cool?
Another thing to knock the pin code in
I rolled the world for you, you spilled your drink on me
That gave me a stain on my shirt, that got the asshole in me
You say im superficial, both foams rabies
Being a part of my plan should make you over happy, bitch
Don't ask me to get any structure, in an industry full of cockheads
I'm somewhere between tits and my parents culture
And I and Magdi does, something someones never done
Cross on neck, knife in heart, until my parents are dead

[HOOK/CHORUS]
You had a plan for me
You had a schedule
I kicked the schedule
We do not have a plan anymore
You're asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much
You're asking a little too much
Your'e asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much
You're asking a little too much

[VERSE 2]
Do you remember I used to be a nerd
In the corner of the schoolyard drinking Kuli out of bent straws
But all that was before, crawling to the cross
They are nagging in the Porsche while we smiling in the Toyota
A real fight is generous
Die for your friends or die friendless
And my mom said a crow can't ground into somethin 'else
But even a crow's doing a swallow dive sometimes
The only lame about it is when it's hitting the shoreline water
The paint flows off and all my mom said was true
I remember she said, "Cross on my neck, knife in my heart
For me and my dad's ashes and you're done with the concerts "

[OUTRO]
Eat
Eat your sixth sense
Eat
Eat your sixth sense
Eat
Eat your sixth sense
Eat
Eat your sixth sense
Eat