Cadillac

I`m still counting up Underground writer The tongue hisses through the de-esser, slang riffle The city-lights seen from above, Eiffel Sudden and unexpected jam-cipher Another one, one by one The upsetting station and the FM one o one Twelve pm, two the bird's chirp Even the smallest aspects play a major role, quarks Reggae, dub, grime and a drop of lime A fan first and foremost, speaking through the wire Muffled sound, we just go with the flow, roll with the bounce Go with the flow, roll with the bounce Go, go with the flow, roll with the bounce It won't be picturesque, but we're anyhow more inspired by the Bauhaus The beat starts up like a Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac I had my head in the cloud, smoke smoke Pause, steamboat willy, the mouse The beat starts up like a Cadillac I had my head in the cloud, smoke smoke pause, steamboat willy, the mouse Yeah, it`s starting up like a Cadillac We've scrolled through cloud atlas and arrived at nine-cloud I've lived for a while in the lake like Loch Ness This might be just one of the requirements for this business Once the boulder begins to roll, will the initiator become one of the bystanders, witness So do we meet again, blank page I've became Groovy around the release date of blank face The pressure has been building up, taking its toll I've discovered poetry long before hip hop Ever since being a kid exposed to rock, to a little country as well, kid rock There's no turning back once you hop on this train, even when they ask you to make it stop We're on the same boat Night-shift, still wearing the same clothes Someone told me: if you really try to beat the current odds Then you gotta hold yourself accountable by holding yourself by your own nose, yeah We just go with the flow, roll with the bounce Go with the flow, roll with the bounce Go with it, roll with it, go with it, roll with it Go with it, roll with it The beat starts up like a Cadillac I had my head in the cloud, smoke smoke Pause, steamboat willy, the mouse The beat starts up like a Cadillac, Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac Yeah, its`s starting up like a Cadillac When one door closes another opens We were thrown into the cold water to learn to swim, in the fjords of Hagen, Copen