Kollector - Song Lyrics

Opp...
What is this?
3-2-In ya go!

[Natech...Monism]
Oh my God
(Oh my god)
Oh my God
(I can't believe the song, is finally here)
Might hit the rocks and cry I might
(I might...you've got mail!)
I might lay down on these rocks and cry at night
[Wasted!]
(Cry on all the rocks)
I might open all my crates, I might open all my crates
I got so many crates now
(So many crates)
And I got all the keys so i'ma pay to win
Mixed the Ket with the Benzos, I'm rolling in the deep like Adele
My hussy just brought me a laptop, she brought me a Dell
[Wasted]
I'm thinking deep in the trench, ya i'ma dwell in this dell
But it ain't over til' the fat lady sings
(Sing your song for me)
Til' she sings about some shit that makes you fell
F*ckin'...good in the heart like Adele
Stu-pi-pi-pid cunt
(Aghh)
This is...Song
It's the first and the last and i'ma pull up my sportbike
(I'ma pull up)
Pull you up, putchu' on the back
Then we ride, through the night and purple black and purple white
(Pull up like)
Oh my God
I'ma hit the f*ckin' center column of the freeway and kill myself
And my helmet will decapitate my head off my shoulder shelf
(I'ma wreck this f*ckin' bike cause I don't care anymore I'm likes f*cks this)
I'ma f*ckin' die and spill my guts on this freeway, i'ma fall off my sports bike f*ck it
(i'ma wreck the whole shit like f*ck it)
Yeah i'ma fry my shit like its Kentucky bucket