Multe - Keed

Stii ca in capul tau sunt multe

Multe multe multe

Nu poate nimeni sa te-ajute

Nu pot sa te-ajute oricat de mult ar incerca, yeah

Multe multe multe multe

Multe nu numa' una

Si parca vin intruna

Multe multe multe multe

Si parca vin intruna ey ey

Mi-ar placea sa fiu un om fara regret

Dar-s doar o fiinta slaba dominata de sentiment

Ca eu am facut ce-am facut si m-am descurcat

Dar strazile-s pline de cei cu goluri in stomac

Si-si eu am atatea goluri si sunt atat de defect

De la relatie la muzica la orice proiect

Satul de tradatori si de lipsa de respect

Industria nu-i incurcat infect

Si oricate trepte as urca nu reusesc sa inteleg

De ce vreau din ce in ce mai mult si cred c-asa-i corect

Spiritu-mi zice nu da' nu si sufletu'

Creieru-i setat pe bani cum e si deal-dealer-ul

Si totusi

Influenta mi-e mare si e pe bune

Prin muzica mea pot s-ajut atata lume

Da' piesa mea-i prea personala pentru ei

Si probabil c-o sa treaca neobservata de ei

Stii ca in capul tau sunt multe

Multe multe multe

Nu poate nimeni sa te-ajute

Nu pot sa te-ajute oricat de mult ar incerca

Multe multe multe multe

Multe nu numa' una

Si parca vin intruna

Multe multe multe multe

Si parca vin intruna ey ey

Am zis ca ma las de fumat

Da' din pacate eram spart, fumam cacat

Am zis ca nu mai beau in viata mea

Dar iar vine weekend-ul si iar m-asteapta vinerea

Cateodata as vrea sa taca

Sa nu ma mai bata la cap, insistent, partea mea necurata

Sa nu studiez oamenii, din instinct sa calculez

Mi-ar fi placut sa nu fiu nevoit sa ma protejez

Da' presiunea si responsabilitatea ma omoara

Ca fumul de tigara, incet si sigur, ce povara

Vad oameni care se prefac ca iubesc oameni

Chipurile, doar ca sa nu se simta singuri

Cand totu-i bine, de ce tipa femeia asta

De ce se plange, de ce face pe proasta

Prea multe leak-uri incep sa dea in clipuri

Cat sa.

cat sa.

vorbesc si eu singur

Stii ca in capul tau sunt multe

Multe multe multe

Nu poate nimeni sa te-ajute

Nu pot sa te-ajute oricat de mult ar incerca

Multe multe multe multe

Multe nu numa' una

Si parca vin intruna

Multe multe multe multe

Si parca vin intruna ey ey

We live in a society now where it’s just first

Who cares, get it out there

We don’t care who it hurts, we don’t care who we destroy

We don’t care if it’s true, just say it, sell it

If you don’t read the newspaper, you’re uninformed

If you do read it, you’re misinformed!

So what do you do?

That’s a great question

What is the long term effect of too much information

One of the effects is the need to be first

Not even to be true anymore

So what is the responsibility you all have

To tell the truth, not to just be first, but to tell the truth

You know that there is a lot in your head

Many many many

No one can help you

They can't help you no matter how hard they try, yeah

Many many many many

Many not just one

And it's like they're coming together

Many many many many

And it's like they're coming together ey ey

I would like to be a man without regret

But it's just a weak being dominated by feeling

Like I did what I did and I managed

But the streets are full of those with empty stomachs

I too have so many goals and I am so flawed

From relationship to music to any project

The village of traitors and disrespect

The industry is not messed up

And no matter how many steps I climb, I can't understand

Why I want more and more and I think that's right

My spirit says no, yes, no, and my soul

His brain is set on money, as is the dealer

And yet

My influence is great and it's real

Through my music I can help so many people

Yes, my song is too personal for them

And it will probably go unnoticed by them

You know that there is a lot in your head

Many many many

No one can help you

They can't help you no matter how hard they try

Many many many many

Many not just one

And it's like they're coming together

Many many many many

And it's like they're coming together ey ey

I said that I quit smoking

Yes, unfortunately I was broke, smoking shit

I said I don't drink anymore in my life

But the weekend is coming again and Friday is waiting for me again

Sometimes I would like to be silent

Stop beating me on the head, insistently, my unclean side

Not to study people, to calculate by instinct

I would have liked not to have to protect myself

Yes, the pressure and responsibility are killing me

Like cigarette smoke, slow and sure, what a burden

I see people pretending to love people

The faces, just so they don't feel alone

When everything is fine, why is this woman screaming

Why is he complaining, why is he acting stupid?

Too many leaks are starting to appear in clips

How much.

how much

I'm talking to myself too

You know that there is a lot in your head

Many many many

No one can help you

They can't help you no matter how hard they try

Many many many many

Many not just one

And it's like they're coming together

Many many many many

And it's like they're coming together ey ey

We live in a society now where it's just first

Who cares, get it out there

We don't care who it hurts, we don't care who we destroy

We don't care if it's true, just say it, sell it

If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed

If you do read it, you're misinformed!

So what do you do?

That's a great question

What is the long term effect of too much information

One of the effects is the need to be first

Not even to be true anymore

So what is the responsibility you all have

To tell the truth, not to just be first, but to tell the truth