VOID Songtext
von FUCKED
VOID Songtext
Fucked up, fucked up
I got plenty more drugs
So the night is still young, yeh the night is still young
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain′t done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain't done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
I feel like somethings changed
Life′s life so, how can I complain?
Sorry I'm not the same
You do you, but I'm making my own way
Don′t really care for fame
Recognition is my only real aim
They don′t even know my name
I'm not pressed I just think that it′s a shame
I feel like somethings changed
Life's life so, how can I complain?
Sorry I′m not the same
You do you, but I'm making my own way
Don′t really care for fame
Recognition is my only real aim
They don't even know my name
I'm not pressed I just think that it′s a shame
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain′t done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain't done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
I got plenty more drugs
So the night is still young, yeh the night is still young
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain′t done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain't done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
I feel like somethings changed
Life′s life so, how can I complain?
Sorry I'm not the same
You do you, but I'm making my own way
Don′t really care for fame
Recognition is my only real aim
They don′t even know my name
I'm not pressed I just think that it′s a shame
I feel like somethings changed
Life's life so, how can I complain?
Sorry I′m not the same
You do you, but I'm making my own way
Don′t really care for fame
Recognition is my only real aim
They don't even know my name
I'm not pressed I just think that it′s a shame
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain′t done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
Fucked up, fucked up, we ain't done, I got plenty more drugs, so the night is still young
When I come up, still remember where I came from, SoundCloud days, couple hundred Streams on each song
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