Alba s touto skladbou:
Columbine,
Misstake,
Click Clack! Hey you
I´ve got loaded gun
It´s one of million reasons to love this song
Cuz we´re the best
I´m gangsta I´m as wild as West
I don´t need you what?
So sorry I take it back
I need you vote
I wanna win all contests
I´m obssesed
I need you shout
I need your applause
So take it like a little game
You give suport to my band
And my mom gives you cash
But you have to be my fan
My slave to the end
When we say fuck you
You gotta put your hands in the air
I say modesty
They look like a what
They say disdain
I look like a what
I say honestly
They drown they wanna be the best psers
I wanna have the best sound
Music is my feeling
I wanna do it every day
Music gives me goodness
Time to meditate
Music isn´t bitch
You can fuck it a pit
Funs aren´t animals
Must of musicians don´t understand it
I don´t get
What´s happening on this planet
I fuck wannabe stars
They deserve to get a bloody nose
All they care about is money and fame
Not the show
I´ll let you know
When this shits played on the radio
I don´t give a fuck
Who wanna show us hands upright
I can´t only rap about it
Move on to fight
We can fly
We´re the same as you but
We can fly
Even not the first
But every time
We walk through walls usin´ clean hands
And what we do
It´s not for us
But for you
We´re back
Me and Maxx
We´re not standin´ on the ground
Cuz we can fly
We´re back
And I hope It´s not bad
Fuck the contests
I won in my heart
And in my head for me
First place is the place
Here in this cage
I appreciate all motherfuckers
Under the stage
Thank you
It´s great
It´s all about the money
How else could it be
Maybe I´m the last
Who can´t deal with it
Who can not agree
With malfunction of music scene
In the Czech Republic
Hey pop kids suck our dicks
Everything is wicked
How else could it be
Maybe I´m the last
Who can´t deal with it
Who can not agree
With malfunction of music scene
In the Czech Republic
I´ve got message for them
In my pocket
