Spis Din Syvende Sans Lyrics - Kors På Halsen, Ti Kniver I Hjertet, Mor Og Far I Døden - Karpe Diem

[VERSE 1] 

Did you know if my life was a schedule 

Had you been the gym class we had when we were kids 

Did you know that my bank account, is your account 

Isnt that nice? Isnt that cool? 

Another thing to knock the pin code in 

I rolled the world for you, you spilled your drink on me 

That gave me a stain on my shirt, that got the asshole in me 

You say im superficial, both foams rabies 

Being a part of my plan should make you over happy, bitch 

Don't ask me to get any structure, in an industry full of cockheads 

I'm somewhere between tits and my parents culture 

And I and Magdi does, something someones never done 

Cross on neck, knife in heart, until my parents are dead 

[HOOK/CHORUS] 

You had a plan for me 

You had a schedule 

I kicked the schedule 

We do not have a plan anymore 

You're asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much 

You're asking a little too much 

Your'e asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much 

You're asking a little too much 

[VERSE 2] 

Do you remember I used to be a nerd 

In the corner of the schoolyard drinking Kuli out of bent straws 

But all that was before, crawling to the cross 

They are nagging in the Porsche while we smiling in the Toyota 

A real fight is generous 

Die for your friends or die friendless 

And my mom said a crow can't ground into somethin 'else 

But even a crow's doing a swallow dive sometimes 

The only lame about it is when it's hitting the shoreline water 

The paint flows off and all my mom said was true 

I remember she said, "Cross on my neck, knife in my heart 

For me and my dad's ashes and you're done with the concerts " 

[OUTRO] 

Eat 

Eat your sixth sense 

Eat 

Eat your sixth sense 

Eat 

Eat your sixth sense 

Eat 

Eat your sixth sense 

Eat