Ain't got nuttin to lose
We're pretty slick
Let's take it over
Let's make memories
They brought it on the news
Renegades
Up to no good make up for heaven
Hello mischance
We're stuck together
Now forever
We missed our chance to make a change
That's like your mother is inviting us for dinner tomorrow, oh,
And everyone is looking for excuses like "hello no"
Please not, let's just say we're sick or so
And tell that goddamn turd where to f*ck to go
She f*cked it up back when i was a kid
Pushing me to my granny or my auntie, she did
Not give a f*ck, bad luck for me
Work was more important than her family
I could have turned the wrong way sure as shit and get shot
But thanks to my granparents i did not
They took care of me when my mother was all fake and far away
And may be that is why i started hating sundays
And mondays and tuesdays
But i found a way to build hope for my case
Thanks to the streets and friends that showed me ways
To get out of the dirty damn maze
We aint had nuttin to lose
We were pretty slick
We took it over
And we made memories
They brought it on the news
We were renegades up to no good
Alright, it coul'd be boring
To tell another story bout a brother
Losing everything through a death-warrant
But well yeah
He was living with that fake bitch out for his score and
Her name was Lauren
He always hated these days
When everybodys acting like they're happy with their daily chase
White-picket-fence, green lawn and a middle-class surburban space
Out of place
And watcha think about dancin' in my shoes
I made the damn devil do my moves
And hell no
Nothings gonna take this from me
That's what you hear the motherf*cker say
Leaving to guestroom, he'll probably be okay
He might take time to put on more perfume
But you're not gonna tell him what to do
To do
To do
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Ain't got nuttin to lose
We're pretty slick
Let's take it over
Let's make memories
They brought it on the news
Renegades
Up to no good make up for heaven
Hello mischance
We're stuck together
Now forever
We missed our chance to make a change
That's like your mother is inviting us for dinner tomorrow, oh,
And everyone is looking for excuses like "hello no"
Please not, let's just say we're sick or so
And tell that goddamn turd where to f*ck to go
She f*cked it up back when i was a kid
Pushing me to my granny or my auntie, she did
Not give a f*ck, bad luck for me
Work was more important than her family
I could have turned the wrong way sure as shit and get shot
But thanks to my granparents i did not
They took care of me when my mother was all fake and far away
And may be that is why i started hating sundays
And mondays and tuesdays
But i found a way to build hope for my case
Thanks to the streets and friends that showed me ways
To get out of the dirty damn maze
We aint had nuttin to lose
We were pretty slick
We took it over
And we made memories
They brought it on the news
We were renegades up to no good
Alright, it coul'd be boring
To tell another story bout a brother
Losing everything through a death-warrant
But well yeah
He was living with that fake bitch out for his score and
Her name was Lauren
He always hated these days
When everybodys acting like they're happy with their daily chase
White-picket-fence, green lawn and a middle-class surburban space
Out of place
And watcha think about dancin' in my shoes
I made the damn devil do my moves
And hell no
Nothings gonna take this from me
That's what you hear the motherf*cker say
Leaving to guestroom, he'll probably be okay
He might take time to put on more perfume
But you're not gonna tell him what to do
To do
To do
We're pretty slick
Let's take it over
Let's make memories
They brought it on the news
Renegades
Up to no good make up for heaven
Hello mischance
We're stuck together
Now forever
We missed our chance to make a change
That's like your mother is inviting us for dinner tomorrow, oh,
And everyone is looking for excuses like "hello no"
Please not, let's just say we're sick or so
And tell that goddamn turd where to f*ck to go
She f*cked it up back when i was a kid
Pushing me to my granny or my auntie, she did
Not give a f*ck, bad luck for me
Work was more important than her family
I could have turned the wrong way sure as shit and get shot
But thanks to my granparents i did not
They took care of me when my mother was all fake and far away
And may be that is why i started hating sundays
And mondays and tuesdays
But i found a way to build hope for my case
Thanks to the streets and friends that showed me ways
To get out of the dirty damn maze
We aint had nuttin to lose
We were pretty slick
We took it over
And we made memories
They brought it on the news
We were renegades up to no good
Alright, it coul'd be boring
To tell another story bout a brother
Losing everything through a death-warrant
But well yeah
He was living with that fake bitch out for his score and
Her name was Lauren
He always hated these days
When everybodys acting like they're happy with their daily chase
White-picket-fence, green lawn and a middle-class surburban space
Out of place
And watcha think about dancin' in my shoes
I made the damn devil do my moves
And hell no
Nothings gonna take this from me
That's what you hear the motherf*cker say
Leaving to guestroom, he'll probably be okay
He might take time to put on more perfume
But you're not gonna tell him what to do
To do
To do
Writer: Sascha Aßbach
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid