Lyrics On His Mind (with Lo-Fi Mats) - Adam Tensta

He fits his shades.
Pushes the elevator button and he waits.
Five floors down to the buttom of the case.
Pullin' his zipper right close to his face.
Man, it's cold outside
You ain't know
He passes the playground on the groundfloor.
So he shots it's glance and it's still kinda broke, huh?
He passes some kids and remembers
Late summertime, early september
Blockin' the reflection from his windows
Playin' double dragon on his nintendo.
Those were the days he said
Not a worry in the world like them.
The kid that just passed walked right by him
As he pushes on the glassdoor on his way in
Outta nowhere someone shouts,
His name pullin' their cellphones out.
Askin' for a picture with the man if he minds
What can he say?
But alright.
He takes his sabres off
Even though he really doesn't want
And even though it only feels wrong right now,
But he plays along.

Pose for the camera
Grin in the flash
Can't nobody picture whats underneath that
He is a young without knee pads
If he falls down
The sound goes crash
Cause' of the bumps on the pavement
You tell him what he gone do when the fame ends.
When the radio don't wanna play him
And the magazines don't wanna page it
That's in the back of his mind
Right over his head like a little black cloud
It's right over the stove right now
So that does explain the heat the he sounds,
And the pace that he steps.
Always on his way, somewhere lookin' stressed
Sittin' on the subway, no licence
Ain't drivin' no car, no plans on it yet

He sees em' glance
Whisper to their friends
Some of them laugh
It's still to new to him to get used to that
But what can you expect with the year that he's had.
They spinnin' his joints round the clock
He fades down,
Looks at his watch
Doesn't look up for the next couple stops
Tryina avoid all the eyes that he got
And not to go over y'all heads
And you don't know shit about what it's like to be him.
Always in the scope
Scrotinizin'
It can never be as privat again
And the same thing goes for the girls
Always on his toes
Always in a twirl
Cause' he's on the road
All over the world
Rollin' that stone
Bein' on his surf
Really who is he to know what their intentions are
He keeps em' low
And keeps away
If ever he would need some space
Everytime he on a break
Eveeytime he on the way
It's thoghts like that, that circulates