@viKtorializachar - Stuck Inside (D-Beats Remix)

[Audio & Audio Qualität Max] [Intro] This is DBeats Remix .... They say the world can take you (Take you, take you, take you) Maybe it can’t take me (Can’t, can’t, can’t) I keep saying what I see (I see it, see it, see it) And they hate me for the truth (For the truth, truth, truth) Ha-ha One move and the whole scene starts acting nervous again (Yeah, yeah) One look and he remembers he was never built for this (Yeah, yeah) Nobody keeps that confidence when I step close (Yeah, yeah) Say something about my people, see where that gets you (Suwoop) I spent years making fools face everything they tried to bury Don’t stand behind money or some girl, none of that can save you I heard you’ve been talking hard, carrying something against me So bring every rapper who loves himself more than the music Look at them now, suddenly quiet, guess the fun ran out (Ha-ha-ha)! (Ha-ha-ha)! (Ha-ha-ha)! (Ha-ha-ha)! I know where all that tough talk really comes from anyway (Ha-ha-ha) Forgive me, God, I still don’t know how to act polite This city taught me nobody gives respect just because you ask I keep nobody close who folds the second pressure gets real Everything looks beautiful until you understand what it costs (Suwoop) Weak men gather together and call the crowd protection I watch the whole culture lose itself and somehow call it progress Running through old thoughts, stuck inside your head Moving through memories like you don’t belong there Running through old thoughts, stuck inside your head Looking at yourself like somebody you once knew Why does this culture feel cheap when everybody claims it’s priceless? (Fucked up) Writers want artists begging them just to get a sentence Artists want success without making anything worth keeping And you forget you’re hearing someone who came from nearly nothing (Suwoop) They hate me because I never learned to need their approval They fear me because I can leave their whole belief system useless I remember who laughed, who switched, who suddenly came back Every stupid comment somehow stayed somewhere in my memory That first friend you trusted, that last thing they admitted That little second when you knew somebody had already changed Everything you wanted before anybody started watching Everything you became because somebody said you couldn’t Running through old thoughts, stuck inside your head Moving through memories like you don’t belong there Running through old thoughts, stuck inside your head Looking at yourself like somebody you once knew Do what you can, keep moving (Do it), do what feels yours (Do it) Do what you can, keep moving (Do it), forget the manufactured pose They come around when numbers rise (They do), disappear when numbers fall They never cared about the songs, they cared about being near success (Ah-ah) The stage has its language (Yeah), everybody learns to fake it (Yeah) Nobody trusts anybody (You), most barely trust themselves (Ha) Money makes more money (Money), music starts tasting empty (Ah-ah) (Ah-ah) (Ah-ah) Band, gang, circle? (What?) Whatever makes them feel important Do what you can, keep moving (Do it), don’t become their product (Ha) Do what you can, keep moving (Do it), music isn’t their permission (Yeah) Not some favor from a critic, not some deal that makes you grateful First they want the older version, then complain you never changed (Suwoop) They think you’re stupid (Yeah), maybe useful (Yeah) Maybe rich enough to blame when everything collapses (Of course) Everybody wants belief until belief becomes expensive Everybody wants the truth until the truth includes them too (Seriously) Do what you can, keep moving (Do it), take whatever stays yours (Do it) Do what you can, keep moving (Do it), don’t let them decide the ending Get away from all the people who confuse control with loyalty Leave the ones who only love you when your value makes them richer No courage, no respect, just documents and percentages That isn’t music anymore, that’s somebody counting numbers Contracts, promises, advances, percentages, guarantees Same dead faces telling artists how an artist ought to think (Suwoop) (Suwoop) So do what you can, keep moving (Do it), do what feels yours (Do it) Do what you can, keep moving (Do it), drop the manufactured pose (Ha-Ha) You already know which part of you still refuses to behave Walk away from all of them, even if you hesitate... There are plenty who will fold, but some still mean what they say (Do it) Do what you can. Nobody else can make what only you would make. Running through old thoughts, stuck inside your head Moving through memories like you don’t belong there Running through old thoughts, stuck inside your head Looking at yourself like somebody you once knew You keep going through questions nobody answered for you Who were you before they told you what success should look like? Maybe that’s the part they never managed to take So make something they can’t explain And leave it there