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[Intro]
Europa LP

[Verse 1]
If you're reading this it's too late
Strange figure's looking at me from the mirror (wooh!)
I'll put your tunes on in my tour bus
Lord, the driver almost fell asleep
Custom Bape, even your chick is custom made
How is it okay to do these things to your lips?
Here it's vain to look for modest people
Your idols' image you see on social media is fake
I don't know what I want but now I know what I don't want
Jobs where I need to know Excel
Even if I were to earn 6 figures every month
Music will always be my number one, not money
It's been 9 years since my last joint (oh, oh, oh, yo)
6 since I last used PowerPoint
I'm living the unending night as if I was in Trondheim
I haven't seen the sun in three months

[Chorus]
I don't have time for nonsense and street markets (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stop checking what's in my bank account or in my glass (stop, stop, stop, stop)
I'm driving around Europe like at a Grand Prix (yeah, yeah)
I'm driving around Europe like at a Grand Prix
New Fifi's on, tell your girls
[Verse 2]
For those people their entire raison d'être
Is to own a Margiela Maison jumper
Filip Szcześniak mate, F to S to Z
These words are for those who still believe in staying low
My UK mates are sniffing ket
Kitchen tops covered in flour, don't think it's for bread
Local NHL players destroy their heads with meph
They tell me: "It's only game, why you have to be mad?"
*(Only... It's only game, why you have to be mad?)*
Fuck how many hands give you an applause
Fuck your numbers and your OLiS and your sells
Who plays your singles and on what radio stations
Here it only matters what you record on your mic (oh)
Your idol is not an artist but a cunning salesman
Why are you surprised when this fucking game is a street market
I'm doing this for my fans and for mum - she's got a loan in Swiss franc
Fuck banks, you'll only hear the truth on these samples

[Chorus]
I don't have time for nonsense and street markets (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stop checking what's in my bank account or in my glass (stop, stop, stop, stop)
I'm driving around Europe like at a Grand Prix (yeah, yeah)
I'm driving around Europe like at a Grand Prix
New Fifi's on, tell your mates
[Travel log 2]
Travel log Europa, entry no. 2
Temperature: 21 degrees, supposed to go down to 15 at night
A warning light's on... the seatbelt one, but there's no one here but me
I'm starting to hallucinate, sometimes I can hear a weird voice
**It's saying very bad things**
During this pandemic I missed Europe like a prisoner misses his missus and now
*Now I'm driving through the continent and I don't recognise it*
Though I don't anything has actually changed
I'm just remembering Europe of my youth
Over