Good Night Monday - Messed Up

I wanna feel like I'm in a toy shop, dancin' on keys and then just freak out
First Friday night rule as we suit up, no bitchin' 'bout the drinks...sing
4 men, 8 diquiries and a wheel chair, racing south against trucks on the free way
We're only stoppin' for a milk and a cheese cake, start crumbling
It's been way too long, that we all hit the road
Tonight we're all invincible
With only one goal, break out of your role
We stumble in moonboots through neon light, reaching out for the bar to refuel minds
Works fine, coming up with funny insights, I feel like I should...swing
Surrounded by 10s like a gigolo, hooking up with a 4 cuz that's how I flow
Waking up with a 2, what a pitty, yo, who cares, 1's not alone
And it's been way too long, that we party for glory
Cuz we know we're not invincible
With only one goal, break out of your role
No, we can't win the race, on a three-legged-horse
So we stumble back home, oh no
Not for glory or gold, it was worth to crawl home
Messed up, with a head like that
Messed up, with a head like that
Wah ho, wah ho, wah ho, messed up with a head like that
Wah ho, wah ho, wah ho, messed up with a head like that
Wah ho, wah ho, wah ho, messed up with a head like that
Wah ho, wah ho, wah ho, messed up with a head like that
No, we can't win the race, on a three-legged-horse
So we stumble back home, oh no
Not for glory or gold, it was worth to crawl home
With a head like that
With a head like that
Head like that
Head like that

Written by:
Benyamin Rahmani, Dominik Paysan, Jan Eckhardt, Nicolas Ruth, Patrice Köbel

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