Rebootr
Imma hit you with a hammer real quick
You're so fake you should really feel sick
Broke my arms when I did a fucking kick-flip
If I text you, just know it was a miss-click
Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne
I'm so insane, we're not the same
Stop talking, your words hit me like a train
I start again everyday
I'm lost in the fucking wave
Whatchu mean by sway
In the stream of informations
Do you think you can win If I turn the tables?
What blood? The Grim reapers' vessels
Fall into the Underworld
Just to wake up in the morn'
Were you in the dreamworld
Or will you come reborn from the dead
(From the dead)
Imma hit you with a hammer real quick
You're so fake you should really feel sick
Broke my arms when I did a fucking kick-flip
If I text you, just know it was a miss-click
Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne
I'm so insane, we're not the same
Stop talking, your words hit me like a train
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(From the dead)
You're so fake you should really feel sick
Broke my arms when I did a fucking kick-flip
If I text you, just know it was a miss-click
Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne
I'm so insane, we're not the same
Stop talking, your words hit me like a train
I start again everyday
I'm lost in the fucking wave
Whatchu mean by sway
In the stream of informations
Do you think you can win If I turn the tables?
What blood? The Grim reapers' vessels
Fall into the Underworld
Just to wake up in the morn'
Were you in the dreamworld
Or will you come reborn from the dead
(From the dead)
Imma hit you with a hammer real quick
You're so fake you should really feel sick
Broke my arms when I did a fucking kick-flip
If I text you, just know it was a miss-click
Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne
I'm so insane, we're not the same
Stop talking, your words hit me like a train
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(Hot shot, shot, shot my brain
Threw it in a glass, motherfucking champagne)
(From the dead)
Credits
Writer(s): Matěj Všetečka
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