Lost in Bat Country - Timi Hendrix, Sapient, Das W

Bitch, der Methadonexpress war auch schon mal pünktlicher

(Tim Jong Il) Ich bringe Rap zurück in die 50er

Der faulste Mensch der Welt

Häng am liebsten stoned auf der Couch

Und schreibe dieses Album nur, weil ich Geld für neues Kokain brauch (Timmääää)

Meine letzte Tour ist schon ne weile her

Es gab jeden Tag frisches Catering von Heisenberg

Wir verlassen das Hotel nicht und sind tagelang nur high

Es kann passieren, dass jemand das Radio in die Badewanne schmeißt

Bevor ich auschecke, kack ich in den Föhn

Sacré bleu ich kann mir das partout nicht abgewöhnen

Pumpe dann Passenger und mach mir etwas Acid klar

Scheiß drauf ich bringe Rap doch lieber zurück in die 60er

We, we are lost in bat country, oh no, no, no, no

We, we are lost in bat country, oh, fuck it tough

We can’t stop here, no, we can’t stop here

No, we can’t stop here, no, we can’t stop here

No, no, no, no…

That was a potent batch

But the omen 's bad

I gonna pull my skull in half

Here hold my hat

I look up and the sky was full of bats

Holy crap

Run for cover and hope these motherfuckers don’t attack

That night 's a blur

Me and Heisenberg were unafraid

Thought I’d die for sure

Wipe that smirk off your fucking face

We’re living in a mad age

And a mad Max

So I act strange

We get in the backstage and I’m mad bored

So I tag

Leaking black paint

Secret handshake

Outbursts in rare pages

Crowd-surfed to batcaves

No fucking free lives or cheat codes

This is what happens when Pacman goes beast mode and eats ghost

Following this trailer white pellets

Get your mind right that you might find hell in

Get your minds eye melting

We, we are lost in bat country, oh no, no, no, no

We, we are lost in bat country, oh, fuck it tough

We can’t stop here, no, we can’t stop here

No, we can’t stop here, no, we can’t stop here

No, no, no, no…

Und wieder zieht ein Abend nur an mir vorbei

Kein Plan in welcher Stadt ich bin

Meine Gesichtsfarbe schon längst einer Leiche gleich

Und der Hotelflur wird zum Labyrinth

Sperrt mich bitte endlich jemand ein

Im Tourbus oder einer Suite

Oder wählt die 112

Ich bin hoffnungslos verloren, solange es hier Alkohol gibt

We, we are lost in bat country, oh no, no, no, no

We, we are lost in bat country, oh, fuck it tough

We can’t stop here, no, we can’t stop here

No, we can’t stop here, no, we can’t stop here

No, no, no, no…

Bitch, the methadone express used to be more punctual

(Tim Jong Il) I bring rap back to the 50s

The laziest person in the world

I prefer to hang stoned on the couch

And I'm only writing this album 'cause I need money for new cocaine (Timmääää)

It's been a while since my last tour

There was fresh catering from Heisenberg every day

We don't leave the hotel and we're just high for days

It can happen that someone throws the radio in the bathtub

Before I check out, I poop in the hair dryer

Sacré bleu, I absolutely can't get used to it

Then pump Passenger and get me some acid

Screw it, I'd rather take rap back to the '60s

We, we are lost in bat country, oh no, no, no, no

We, we are lost in bat country, oh, fuck it tough

We can't stop here, no, we can't stop here

No, we can't stop here, no, we can't stop here

No, no, no, no...

That was a potent batch

But the omen's bad

I'm gonna pull my skull in half

Here hold my hat

I look up and the sky was full of bats

Holy crap

Run for cover and hope these motherfuckers don't attack

That night's a blur

Me and Heisenberg were unafraid

Thought I'd die for sure

Wipe that smirk off your fucking face

We're living in a mad age

And a mad Max

So I act strange

We get in the backstage and I'm mad bored

Sunday I day

Leaking black paint

Secret handshake

Outbursts in rare pages

Crowd-surfed to batcaves

No fucking free lives or cheat codes

This is what happens when Pacman goes beast mode and eats ghost

Following this trailer white pellets

Get your mind right that you might find hell in

Get your mind's eye melting

We, we are lost in bat country, oh no, no, no, no

We, we are lost in bat country, oh, fuck it tough

We can't stop here, no, we can't stop here

No, we can't stop here, no, we can't stop here

No, no, no, no...

And another evening just passes me by

No plan in which city I am

The color of my face has long since resembled that of a corpse

And the hotel corridor becomes a labyrinth

Someone please lock me up

In a tour bus or a suite

Or dial 112

I'm hopelessly lost as long as there's alcohol here

We, we are lost in bat country, oh no, no, no, no

We, we are lost in bat country, oh, fuck it tough

We can't stop here, no, we can't stop here

No, we can't stop here, no, we can't stop here

No, no, no, no...