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von Modeselektor

Mad Songtext

Check
Flohio - Flohio, Modeselektor
London to Berlin real quick, yeah?
Run it
Ha-ha-ha, that way
Flohio - Flohio
Flohio - Flohio
Check

Might turn to Terra Nova (yeah)
Barricades up, the doors up (smash)
Baby, come over, I′ll show you where the show's at (check)
These days, I got a chauffer
I don′t even mind a new bop
But they say that I'm a youngster and I don't know how to be out back


Call they raid Blacks out in my hood
She don′t conform, man, her vibe′s good
Write these songs with a screw loose
You held on call we been through it
If the shit's lit, I′ll ride through
All around me is wild dudes
I've been down to my last two
I still didn′t come and ask you
Going all green with my young slime
Eyes burn red than a power knife
I know some Blacks made it from white
Babe, my shit is for all types
Took time out for this time now

I'm proud how it panned out
Shut tours down with Mura Masa
Lay tracks with Modeselektor, the center
I′m living my best life (Trust)
Fuck you and your headlines
Act like you ain't heard mine
Put my face in your FaceTime

Fool died in ages
Knowing damn well he's aging
I thank God for his patience
Get drilled up, liquor rained in
I done danced around with Satan
My lane, you can′t erase this
You′re drawn to my fragrance
These white lines get your face lift
When I show up, I shut shit
Guest list for the whole team
Live life what I dream like
I dream like how I live life


It's mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
Turn the roof upside down
I′m walking on the ceiling now
Watching it go mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
Turn the roof upside down
I'm walking on the ceiling now
Watching it go mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
Turn the roof upside down
I′m walking on the ceiling now

Watching it go mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad

Hey
Upside down
On the ceiling
Mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad (he-he)

It's mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
Turn the roof upside down
I′m walking on the ceiling now
Watching it go mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
Turn the roof upside down
I'm walking on the ceiling now
Watching it go mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
Turn the roof upside down

I'm walking on the ceiling now
Watching it go mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad

On and on
It don′t stop
Ha-ha-ha
On and on
On and on
On and on

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