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Tekstovi: LEGEND. Stranglehold.

I can't save you from the fate that makes you weak
I've pushed and pulled, and I made up everything
It's a fucking lie

Now you fucking look to me like I'll fix everything
It's a fucking lie
I always knew I'd see you be nothing more than a fucking fake

I tried my fucking best
Never too accede myself

Redemption, compassion

I can't save you from the fate that makes you weak
I've pushed and pulled, and I made up everything
It's a fucking lie
Now you fucking look to me like I'll fix everything
It's a fucking lie
I always knew I'd see you be nothing more than a fucking fake

You lack passion and your style's whack
Your act is just acting
You're a perpetrating rat, insincere talent
We see through you like glass, transparent and empty
I ain't holding nothing back

Get your hand out my pocket
I'm not buying your image
Too weak to be bold
You can't do something different?
Make that money, get that fame
With what you're spitting
Fictitious and illegitimate
You're a fucking fake

Take everything you earned
And everything you learned
Not a motherfucking artist
Not even concerned with your product
The heart is what they buy
'Cause the people can relate
But your music's shy of feeling
You're a fucking fake