Rumors by RJD2
Walkin' through the Hamburg streets,
I see a bar, I better drink some beer.
A beast in red approaches me,
It's buy a drink or sleep with me.
Now I'm blown away!
Then come the thugs with a bat,
To make sure we pay.
Lies. Stories you're tellin'
You're makin' rumors.
You wanna dish out a scoop for your friends.
So you'll feel like someone,
Talkin' 'bout somethin',
Something you really know nothing about.
I bought her a drink.
But who would ever think?
It was 300 marks for champagne.
Typical set up, pay or be beat up!
Now you see what goes down,
You're livin' out what I go through.
It's second hand.
It's not the truth that you want.
There'll be a time.
A change of mind.
You'll grow to find.
That living your own life
Means more than talking 'bout mine.
You only believe the truth that you want to anyway.