Oh, how long have I been in this grave? Inside asleep but seemingly awake It's not a nice way and I am ashamed I walk around strange Didn't I say don't care either way If it's a bad day or a really nice day I'm under your spell and this is my cell I know it too well, familiar hell You won't believe what they say about us, bad PR Bad chemistry between the 9 and 3-Star Only real fanatics know, TL;DR In the ER, at the hotel, two key-cards GTB, they still want to hear "GT-R" Black Discharge top, G-Star Raw's Sing Peroxide on the stage in B-sharp Black windows on the strip, black Dodge Charge Only real fanatics know, TL;DR They still want to hear "GT-R" And we still got bad PR But GTB is up, all-star They don't know They don't know They don't I've made a lot of fucking zeros, but they don't know They don't know They don't know They don't They don't know They don't know They don't Champagne raining, champagne raining everywhere I go Diamonds raining, diamonds raining everywhere I go They don't know They don't know They don't Bank account on stacks and a Range Rove On a nice day, rep the 9 In New York or Dubai On the sick star, six sides Let the sick star shine On the low, keep your eyes on the prize On the shores our horizons will rise Make the goal, never go offside Keep it cool on the rise until... This this this this this distance This this this this this cold embrace This this this this this sunshine stopped by pollution, cold and grey This this this this this distance This this this this this cold embrace This this this this this sunshine stopped by pollution, cold and grey