Paroles:
Stockholm

et les minarets En pays Viking J'ai cueilli le harde J'ai rencontre les hordes En pays Viking J'ai cueilli le paradigme STOCKHOLM, STOCKHOLM, STOCKHOLM... STOCKHOLM, STOCKHOLM, STOCKHOLM

What's the matter, why don't you answer What's the matter with me? It is so hard to be Free and easy, we'll disappear completely Hardly as I've known

stop twisting your words into shapes shapes you can only make out when you squint traveling with heads full of myth our submarine pulls into stockholm

outta Stockholm, laptop rap American iconoclast, alien boom-bap Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy I get more love than Helen of Troy Straight outta Stockholm

This is the first thing I remember Now it's the last thing left on my mind Afraid of the dark, do you hear me whisper? An empty heart replaced with paranoia

Every time I hit the streets I'm fast Like a cannonball of gold Everyday I'm travelin' from the past To fulfill a restless soul I've been ridin' more

Sit back and put your toys aside for a while It ain't war if that's what you like Somebody said, I'm in for the fight It ain't mine if that's alright

I buy when you're selling out But the price has never been this high And my words never been this loud I don't say what you wanna hear A white boy with

When you burn out, there is no doubt Nobody can hear you whine So little space, it's in your face Just draw the line then erase I'm an armed detonator