på en varm juni nat i
vor tids paris
dansede jeg rundt på brostenene
i dine arme til lyden af 20'ernes jazz
fra en pladespiller i et åbent kældervindue
og livet smagte af champagne og luften
var fyldt med kærlighed, latter, og den
aftagende duft at læbestift og chanel
og jeg følte mig lidt som daisy
gjorde det i gatsbys arme og
vi gentog fortiden på ny
men det grønne lys
forsvandt også fra os og det værste
er at det har jeg altid vidst inderst inde
men jeg danser stadig hen af brostenene
når fortiden indhenter mig endnu
engang

Fremtiden er væk
For fremtiden er nuet
Nuet var lige pludselig i går
Men det har faktisk bare aldrig været her
For tiden findes ikke.

I'm top tier, from way up here,
seeing things loud and clear
wax in my ear, cause tids-dye & ain't no dying here,
these birds chirp'n,will ruin you, nothings' fair
luring you, its irresistible, so you go there.
Sirens signing, playing pic-a-boo
distracting you, and your crew
Their audacity too- do what they do
using methodology, they lasso you through
for their own use
these high notes, are just an excuse,
like a loop hole, disguised as a noose
Either way, They-
hiding the truth.
find yourself up ***** creek,
High-tied, trying to shake loose.
I guess behind every myth- comes some truth!
the lesser of two evils,
deceitful, perception,
my aggression-lethal.
Like any sequel, you'll never be my equal,
scene it in ur preview.
Don't take it from me, ask the people,
if it wasn't for me, they won't even want to see you.
I wouldn't want to be you- or him, you a thesepian.
******* me off,  champion.