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croweman & the ape - valhalla lyrics

out of the ashes, the past is past us
we’re back in charge like a norse demigod
call it

valhalla
smoke settles in, it’s just us standing
the gates are open, were greeted by odin
call it
valhalla

lately, i can’t seem to get in a groove, what’s left to prove?
i’m all out of ideas, i can’t seem to figure out what to write about
these thoughts they allude like i got amnesia
my motivations gone, i’m hoping my mind will stay strong through all of this
i’m losing my edge, and the writer’s block prolongs
as i’m sitting at my desk trying to escape my head as i scribble out these songs
i need a new topic, something i can rock with, pick one and c+ck it
where’s the confident croweman?
time to raise alarm, no, i meant raise an arm
stick to your guns and show them who the f+ck you are
pick yourself up and let go of all your self+control
take some time away, see life through a telescope
sitting up in sp+ce and writing down syllables
let your anger run free and be sure to always tell a joke
dripping with sweat working harder it’s expected
i want to be remembered as the one they contend with
the one they neglected but the one they respected
i was never suspected to be the one that perfected
their game from how i came up is an odd perspective
going back for a trip through the tesseract, it brings me nostalgia
i never wanted fame, i’m still the god from the past
i’m the king, put my name up in valhalla

out of the ashes, the past is past us
we’re back in charge like a norse demigod
call it
valhalla
smoke settles in, it’s just us standing
the gates are open, were greeted by odin
call it
valhalla
out of the ashes, the past is past us
we’re back in charge like a norse demigod
call it
valhalla
smoke settles in, it’s just us standing
the gates are open, were greeted by odin
call it
valhalla

catch me on the grill preparing a fat steak
like a real tight pass, my targets never wait
real chillin’ in the lawn, i’ll smoke a bong and bake
smell the freshly cut grass, this f+cking weather’s great
ignore the critic’s hate cause the ape don’t fake that i’m better
never hit the breaks when i’m in between my lines, changing lanes
as i’m cutting off the all haters with every rhyme
striking whiplash to their brain
f+ck i’ll bring a little freezing rain to game
like i’m standing on the roof of the blazing notre dame
easing up the burning flames with every claim
i’m taking aim at all these f+cking b+tches saying forget the boys of four nineteen
they hear us on the mic and know that were insane
with every song we fight, n0body will forget our name
stuck to your brain like a carpet with a stain
the only way to lose us is to let us have the gain
feel the cold wind blowing and you know the boys are throwing
all our neighbors gonna know it, yeah this street, we f+cking own it
our backyard is a battlefield, fueled by k9 hate
if i see another land mine, i’ll forget to close the gate
in charge like a viking, i’m taking your ship
quicker than lightning, i’m striking, now i’m rich
call it a lightning round, i’ve been listening to jim
i’m going mad for money like the cramer is in

what does it feel like to be famous?
i don’t think i’ll ever know
some think it’s outrageous
yeah, i’m quite clever though

irreplaceable we are
no need for a successor
unforgettable we are
the story lives on forever

- croweman the ape lyrics

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