Big city life
I’m just a hoe in the flow of this big métropole
Play my role in this show, get my coffee to go,
living it in snooze mode, Generation YOLO
No! It all comes back again
Till the sun goes on vacation and all comes to an end
There’ll be you, there’ll be me, America’s got Talent and porn for free!
Take a break take a KitKat, you came late had a quick fuck
on the bus, why is everybody making such a fuss?
Ladies get your final touch, silicon and botox, big booty deluxe!
French fries and pizza huts, but who’s got the guts?
Who really dares being someone who shares
Who cares, when there’re stock affairs which need more prayers
Push each other down the stairs for Jordan’s newest pairs!
Can you relate? Do you evaluate this world debate between love and hate
Mate! We all have the same fate!
Living in this world God made, this paradise our thoughts could create!
But we radiate with depression, suppression, aggression,
no space for affection between success and perfection
We’ve lost our connection, all we want is action
Today! Right now! Can’t wait! Bitch bring me my crown!
Stay sucker, leave lover, big brother versus teen mother
Why should I be clean fucker when xs is too fat for the Cosmo cover?
Skin bleach, bronzer, pimp my colour
Tell me, why should we need each other ?

Everybody wanna get up, up, up
Everyone need to be on top, top, top
When will all of this stop?

We’re a candy crush on a sugar rush
every second need to be in touch, never take it back,
We always need to push, push, push!
Till we drop, vanish in the mob,
don’t you dare to talk more or less than you were taught
be the quickest or you will get caught my friend
Let’s pretend we could all win in the end.
Wouldn’t that mean we would be indifferent - Yes
We could get rid of this whole mess
But we’re addicted to the stress, how to impress if it got less
and we could rest, no competition with the rest then who’s the best, hun?
Living it at Warp 9, find a second of time, we sit back and go blind,
drinking vodka, rum and wine to find someone damn fine,
get horny, clear our minds,
Neither pray nor sign up for being divine.
We emit what we are, we are what we say and we say what we think,
so if our thoughts lead our way and our destiny can be changed every day
then why is it that all I see is pain, stand alone in the rain
Every call for help is in vain
cause all we love is trim ourselves to the bones,
sexual moans, our phones and game of thrones

Everybody wanna get up, up, up
Everyone need to be on top, top, top
When will all of this stop?