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trainspotters - bastards! lyrics

[verse 1: kaplan]
uh
i’m a b-st-rd, like literally
life had other more important sh-t in it for me
and i love what this life of mine has become
made smart decisions on the way and some dumb
i’ve seen boys strung out, loosin’ the grip, yeah
you just gotta know how to choose when to split
with this rap thing got friends close by
never thought ’bout it but now i know why
could be anything but the fact is that
whoever you in it with you have his back
it happens to be rap, kaplan’s the act
rewind’s the co-pilot countin’ stacks in the back
never really seen it as a grind for paper though
erk put my name on the vinyl label, so
give to my fam when they’ve handin me some
maybe a b-st-rd, but still have family bonds, strong

[hook: chefen]
b-st-rds (you b-st-rds!) (b-st-rds) (b-st-rd?)
b-st-rds (b-st-rd!) (b-st-rds) (b-st-rd?) (random b-st-rds)

[verse 2: rewind]
i’m a b-st-rd, like literally
parents unmarried, never mattered to me
never baptized, didn’t really believe
no way i’m gettin down on my knees (nah)
i’m not a rapper, won’t sign no paper
wrap that’s that, käp rewind me later
remind me hater, why am i still here
will be, k!ll beats until the wheel chair
if you feelin’ me, h-ll yeah
heart’s beating steady and the syllables tell tales
getting heavy in the head, maker’s mark
marc makes all the metal for the threads (marc strömberg)
academics even better than you said (the best)
new lp ready for the heads
let ’em get it on the reg, keep your cred
gimmie head then i’m headin for the bed, nuff said

[hook: chefen]
b-st-rds (you b-st-rd!) (b-st-rd?) (all you b-st-rds know) (b-st-rds)
b-st-rds (b-st-rd! you b-st-rds!) (random b-st-rds) (b-st-rds)

[verse 3: rewind and kaplan]
we some b-st-rds, so you’ve figured it out
always huntin’ the dream and we’re livin’ it out
with no bigger amounts, used to stealin the show
got the vibe on time, cruisin’, feelin’ the flow
chillin’ on hold if you’re callin, we straight ballin’
broke, smoked out, all an all and
a sneaky rat goin’ all-in, you know the type
real recognize real, they roam the yard at night
writers, or riders that mastered the art of flight
we say the same thing about rap, it’s a part of life
it’s all so nice, ’cause in the random b-st-rds movement
we’ve got everybody and we use ’em
on shows and in films. i’m producing, stupid
you hate the b-st-rds when you’re loosing to them
we snooze on you man, usually choosing
to do things the way we used to do
the nawf

[hook: chefen]
b-st-rds (you b-st-rd! b-st-rds!) (b-st-rds) (b-st-rd?)
b-st-rds (you b-st-rd!) (b-st-rds) (b-st-rd?) (random b-st-rds)
b-st-rds

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