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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yulian Kostov
Yulian Kostov
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Scanlan
Julian Scanlan
Composer
Ventsislav Seychev
Ventsislav Seychev
Arranger

Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah
We're doing this
Bat Ventsi, Bat Ventsi on the beat
Merry Mafia
Let's go
Today I looked in the mirror
And I saw it's raining, nah - snowing
But it's supposed to be
The first day of spring, of growing
Yo, am I recording - no?! (Really?)
Most people don't wanna show
When they are low, but bro
Toxic masculinity will only bring you sorrow
Tomorrow
Is not a day but an excuse, so
I wanna be reborn
To try and be a better me
In these circumstances ludicrous
Eruption of bliss
Should be Impossible to miss
In the gray skies of remiss
But the abyss
That's opening inside my soul
Feels like a cloud of darkness, yo
These thoughts thickening
And burning through my belly
Sickening my aura like a
Line of cocaine - bleak
Not unique, and quickly
You're brain dead and I
Here I go again searching the truth
And the matter is This
Listen
Will I be able to stop hurting me?
Pulling on every single one of my
Addictive needs
The Devil's voice inside me screams
"Go enjoy now with this lovely sabotage lifestyle!"
And oh, I sure hope, I survive myself
I drink blood out of my health
Bar, it's free
I vampirize my soul
Terrorize my sense of whole
I lack any self control
Need to exorcize my woes
And oh, I sure hope, I survive myself
I drink blood out of my health
Bar, it's free
I vampirize my soul, (yeah)
Terrorize my sense of whole
(Terrorize that sense of whole)
I lack any self control
(I lack any self control)
Need to exorcize my foes
Yo! Slowly turn into a
Rotting shadow of a man
Grown into a prisoner
Of the egotistical tornado
Just spinning out of orbit
Into your death bed
(How!?)
Now you're old
Have no one to hold
No one to cry over but yourself
Because you chose the wrong way
To be an artist (Poor guy)
You thought it means to suffer
Or pretend you are this
Tough motherfucker?
But you were wrong
And now you're gone
Left behind a few angry songs
And a helped a couple
Supermodels orgasm?!
(¡Ay, papi!)
Wow, bravo, pal!
Twelve- year -old you is proud!
Ha ha!
That's your legacy at best
So stop giving your heart arrest
And beat the test
Follow your bliss, find it
Live the rest
Of your life like it's a gift
God damn it
Never rest
To find the truth
Of the universe calling on you
To deliver the message of love, yes
You may feel unrest
But when you overcome yourself
It defines you as a
Human vessel
Ready to
Carry the torch
Lighting the world with authenticity
And godness
And goodness
And orderly direction!
(Yeah!)
And oh, I sure hope, I survive myself
I drink blood out of my health
Bar, it's free
I vampirize my soul
Terrorize my sense of whole
I lack any self control
Need to exorcize my woes
And oh, I sure hope, I survive myself
I drink blood out of my health
Bar, it's free
I vampirize my soul
Terrorize my sense of whole
I lack any self control
Need to exorcize my foes
Written by: Julian Larre, Julian Scanlan, Ventsislav Seychev
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