Friend

I'm Max The 600, I keep it 100, yay
I'm back on the road, 'cause I'm back on myself, oka'
I'm back on the road, 'cause I'm back in myself, oka'
Na na na na na na na
All of the demons in my head
Yay 'cause I'm back on the road
And I got my way, no judge on the way, aye
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
I pullup, I pullup, I pullup, okay
Na na na na, on the road
Na na na na, on the road (ah na na na na)

'Cause I'm back on the beat, back on the shit
I don't get it, why you wanna talk like this
I don't get it, why you wanna act like this
I don't get it, why you wanna act like this
I don't wanna money, I don't wanna pussy
I don't wanna fame, ah aye
I just wanna free your mind, aye
I just wanna free my mind, aye
Back on the beat, back on the shit
I don't get it, why you wanna talk like this
I don't ever wanted you to act like this
Oh no when you to act like this
I don't wanna money, I don't wanna pussy
I don't wanna fame, ah aye
I just wanna free your mind, aye
I just wanna free your mind, aye

I'm Max The 600, I keep it 100, yay
I'm back on the road, 'cause I'm back on myself, oka'
I'm back on the road, 'cause I'm back in myself, oka'
Na na na na na na na
All of the demons in my head
Yay 'cause I'm back on the road
And I got my way, no judge on the way, aye
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
I pullup, I pullup, I pullup, okay
Na na na na, on the road
Na na na na, on the road (ah na na na na)

'Cause I'm back on the beat, back on the shit
I don't get it, why you wanna talk like this
I don't get it, why you wanna act like this
I don't get it, why you wanna act like this
I don't wanna money, I don't wanna pussy
I don't wanna fame, ah aye
I just wanna free your mind, aye
I just wanna free my mind, aye
Back on the beat, back on the shit
I don't get it, why you wanna talk like this
I don't ever wanted you to act like this
Oh no when you to act like this
I don't wanna money, I don't wanna pussy
I don't wanna fame, ah aye
I just wanna free your mind, aye
I just wanna free your mind, aye

These days feeling bad
These days in my bed
In between my raps
These days be my friend, 'aight
These days feeling bad
These days in my bed
In between my raps
These days be my friend

I got a hole in my back
For every time that you haven't be there (aye)
Harder and harder it gets
And I keep pushing myself to the edge ('aight)
I think that we gonna be again
Like those that keep promises
Am I emptying my conscience?
I am screaming in the silence (I'm)

These days feeling bad
These days in my bed
In between my raps
These days be my friend
These days feeling bad
These days in my bed
In between my raps
These days be my friend

Da un po' che sto sulle mie
No, non parlo poi più tanto spesso
È da un pezzo che passo agonie
Ho la mano sul petto e la faccia nel cesso
La mano sul petto a giurare promesse da rinnegare, aye
Niente su cui puoi contare, aye
Vuoti, sì, come le giare, aye
(Vuoti, sì, come le giare, aye)
Niente su cui puoi contare
Siamo vuoti, sì, come le giare, aye
Passare i giorni a pregare
Che 'sta vita si muova a passare, aye



Credits
Writer(s): Emnuel Krimplstaetter, Max Borchardt, Matthaeus Weber
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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