Bloodsugar - Promoe

It go «all jokes aside and all the funny flows»

People runnin' high but my blood sugar runnin' low

Singing sad songs like «Where Did All the Lovin' Go»

Like, where did all the lovin' go?

Well, let me start it off proper

From the top of the last tour with my Looptroop Rockers

And we brought the fan with us

Drove around a??

cannabus??, some might consider glamorous

But that ain’t how it really felt

Wakin' up in parking lots in Bielefeld

But the deal was delt so I played my cards but I need yo' help

I said I need yo' help

'Cause life ain’t nothin' but a hustle

Lot of rappers say that, but they ain’t plain thirst and I ain’t cussed, so

Talkin' 'bout the funk in they trunk

People down in ??

still talk about the??

wieder funk im mein???

Plus ain’t no showers after the show

The sweat stench still thick, hours after we go

The same outfit twenty-two shows in a row

With no washing machine (sorry if I’m mashing yo' dream)

But it’s one for the camera, two for the flash

So much for glamour, it’s all for the cash

Talk to my tour manager, I know I’m an a**

With so much s*** I can’t handle, I’m runnin' on my last

Energy reserves and I cannot be disturbed

Little things get on my nerves, man I cannot be concerned

With all the pettiness, on my rousing way up to the top

Then I fall flat on my face when my blood sugar drops

4 o’clock PM, I wake up and get dressed and

Step out of the bus into the streets of Dresden

Waking my way to the backstage catering

Grabbin' a plate of things, checking on the state of things

If I can’t find my soy milk, I’m boiling over

I met one too many of these toy promoters

Blamin' somebody else when it’s they own responsibility

You ain’t even read the bottom, man, this headache’s f***in' killin' me

And now we at a standstill, the sound is so bad, all I wanna do is cancel

But we travelled far, now we here and the fans will

Blame us for being too famous, 'cause entertainers

Are are supposed to be happy and keep laughing

While they singin' and rappin'

No matter the circumstances, that’s a «thing of the past"-me

We allies with professional craftsmen

Invoking questions and answers (confessions in anthems)

Like, one for the camera, two for the flash

So much for glamour, it’s all for the cash

Talk to my tour manager, I know I’m an a**

With so much s*** I can’t handle, I’m runnin' on my last

Energy reserves and I cannot be disturbed

Little things get on my nerves, man I cannot be concerned

With all the pettiness, on my rousing way up to the top

Then I fall flat on my face when my blood sugar drops

It’s the airport in Frankfurt and as far as my eyes can see

They don’t care for my kind 'cause ain' nuttin' a ??

can eat

Now, security check, a few minutes left, then we off and we up and away

But they the man of respect, «what's that on your neck?», take it off,

let us all set a way

Got it from my girlfriend, it’s worth an enormous lot to me

She found it in the mountains, it’s an empty harmless shell, but I guess the

monotony

Of the woman breathing or is she just a uniform

Is she a human being or an alien life form?

Regardless, it causes her to be on a power trip

Why would she blow an hour trip?

(I don’t know)

But I guess it’s obvious, she’s one annoying sonovab****

She looks turned on, twitchin', shakin' from having my picture taken

Fingerprints, I’m thinkin', what kind of money this b**** is making a month

And now I’m hatin' this cunt

Then I stop myself, what has happened since I’m so blatant and blunt?

How did I get this bitter, hell, my mama taught me better

Blinded by rage from my low blood sugar level reqruited by the devil…

It’s one for the security camera, two for the tax

Anti-terror propaganda, it’s all for the cash

They always wanna search my bag like I was wearing a mask

And to them I guess I’m bendin' head up my a**