paroles de chanson Total F**kup - MaxNormal.TV

You are so lost in make-believe
You have a new reality

Kyk yo!

Secretly I'm flippin insecure there I said it
Behind the scenes I'm tired of being me cause I'm pathetic
I'm never gonna make it, I might as well forget it
Success fuck yes, never gonna get it
Broke as a joke, I swear to god I wouldn't lie to you
Never had a job since I left school in '92
Can't handle people telling me what to do
Need to be my own boss that's why I rock a suit
Try to handle my biz and show I'm the man
Here I am, with the microphone in my hand
If it's not a microphone in my hand, it's a flyer
Like a muf door to door salesman with no fire
Please come see my show, it's gonna be cool I promise
This song is, honest, enough to make you vomit
Still sounding strange, still counting change
Huh what's happening? I never wanna rap again

You are so lost in make-believe
You have a new reality

Sorry bru, I still don't mean to worry you, hello
I'm not asking for money, sorry man, hello?
My naam is Duppie, bly in die afdakkie
Yo brah, you and me we could be making some money
Your rap is kak funny bro I skeem you rock
I also watch Channel O, yo I feel you dog
You mustn't put yourself down, I don't think you're kak
You must too hook me up, maybe I can bring you luck
Cause I also do music, yeah I also got a talent
I do karaoke in the happy hour at the tavern
And you must check I did win the competition
And I got a vision, now a man is on a mission
Cause the man has got problems, you know how hard the life is
Four little lighties from four different wifeys
I'm serious, let's do this, we can make a CD
Put me in a studio, I wanna be on TV!
Check me out, check me out, check me out
(Singing)
Everybody's laughing because it's you I'm asking
They don't skeem my chances are high
They say that I don't have what it takes to make you happy
All the same I just have to try(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)
Hello my naam is Duppie
(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)
Maar julle moenie lag nie
(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)
Ek trek my entjie warm
(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)
Maar ek trek nie die vrag nie

Kykie, you're not a rap crew
(Duppie: Maak jou bek toe!)
Gaan die oomie werk toe of kerk toe?
Don't moan, rather put down the microphone and go home
Fuck you and your kak suit!

Woah woah woah woah woah

I want to break free, why does everybody hate me?
Maybe I should take E, and maybe try to get in with the new rave scene
I'll change my name to Wad E, rock space age shades and shave my body
Sport tight little white shorts, now I'm the man
A tight white vest says "pump up the jam"
Change my accent; make it more wild
Total makeover, change my whole style
With the tiger balm inside my palm
My mind is gone, but the vibe is on