Boy, Boy, Boy
Yeah, Kira on the phone!

Sometimes I sit there and realize
I'm living my dream, damn, I'm living my dream, yeah-yeah
I do only what I love every day
Free ideas from my head and just let them flow
And that's only because back when I was sitting in my children's room
I came up with the idea to make videos and upload them to the internet, goddamn
What the fuck, man? It's true, man
I was a little baller from the start, man (goddamn)
I remember how they laughed back then
But haha, look where it got me

The music is selfmade with us
The artwork is selfmade with us
The videos are selfmade with us
Everything is selfmade with us
The live show is selfmade with us
The clothing is selfmade with us
The lyrics are selfmade with us
And what do you do? Homie, tell me
Tell, tell, tell, but be honest
Tell where the feathers you wear come from
Tell everyone where you get your ideas from, yeah
You give away your face for foreign concepts
And foreign interest and think it's fresh
Because thanks to all the cash you're a blinded person, yeah

The worst thing is that the masses eat it up
Millions support the crap with clicks
The scam works, but I don't participate
No, I shoot with hits without marketing tricks (it's Beastyboy)
You're an advertising space, with which your manager makes good money
Hey, your manager is not a manager, no, I'll call him a pimp
Now hands down, are you proud?
How do you define success?
What do you see when you dream of the future?
Do you see yourself smiling or a Rolls-Royce?
Beasty to the boy, yeah, yeah, yeah
I think I know what I need, yeah
Main thing, I walk, yeah
Main thing, straight ahead, yeah, yeah

I've always done what I thought was right
Always following my nose, always towards the goal
Focus only on what I thought was important
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know my name, today I'm a beast
I've signed a few stupid contracts
But I stayed on the right path, yeah, yeah
Hey, I flow over beats, I let go and I fly
There are highs, there are lows, I take it as I get it, yeah
Everything's a matter of perspective
I even learn to love the bad times
When I'm lying there dying someday
I want to think: "Goddamn, I was just the coolest"
Goddamn, I was just the coolest
Goddamn, I was just the coolest
I was so mo'fucking cool

I've been in hip cafes only this year
And sip coffee, seven liters of coffee
Write stupid rhymes, like "café" on "coffee"
And get A's for it, yes, they give me A's
With a notepad in the club and buy A's there
With my A's, so many A's
And even if I don't know yet how long this will continue
Or where it's going, one thing you have to understand
One-point-bachelor in the pocket
But I'd rather do what I do
While all the cookies from my school prostitute themselves in their tie
And then laugh about me while drinking beer
With their ugly colleagues
Crony, if I had such a life
Yes, then I would have no life, Whitey

Yeah, Kira on the phone!

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