Lyrics

Written by Mathias Brosenbauer

I said it’s ridiculous how the world seems
To know something’s up and yet too proud to come clean 
Proud to scream until it’s you in the scene 
All is safe and well till the views disagree

Demanding respect, claim to fame 
Fucking ridiculous I gotta explain
Your obsession with image, money, story, your cars and your bitches 
It’s fucking ridiculous! 

Hypocrite! (haha) Fraud! (hush)
Where’s the guilt? Playing God?
You turn the blind eye to organized crime that brands your name 
And you think you deserve fame? 
Sitting on backs on top 
How quick you neglect your morals when it suits you

Oh oh you got caught, change the spotlight and move on 

Wait a minute, where’d your money go? 
Oh right, taxes, what a shame 
The disrespect to not pay your debt, to the world who suffers from your neglect 

Should I laugh or be devastated 
This obsession to be validated 
All I’m hearing today is “look at me!” (me, me, me…) 
It’s a twisted mindset of respect to prove to all you’re the best 
Don’t be deluded, don’t fall for the bait because you’re not the victim the media makes
Open your eyes, empathize, realize, and witness the crisis in disguise. 

You got half the world in views and yet you spend it all on you 
You shape the future youth and all you say is  
You preach, praise, and teach the values you neglect 
So don’t pretend to be the best you’re all (ridiculous) 

Metaphors, rhymes, to preach crime 
Earn a cent then a dime, waste the world’s time 
Oh no look at me! I’m tough, bend the knee 
Obviously, I’m nothing but distraction 
Guns up, hand signs, teeth out, fear me!
Competitive, unnecessarily
I ain’t no God, but it don’t take a Saint to condemn your behaviour 

Ridiculous, ay (hahaha it’s a joke yo!) 
Ridiculous, ay 
Ridiculous, ay
Ridiculous, ay! 

Demanding respect, claim to fame 
Fucking ridiculous I gotta explain
Your obsession with image, money, story, your cars and your bitches 
It’s fucking ridiculous!

(oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh)

Your success as real as your freedom 
Hypocrite. Starting to believe your own ego 
There’s the bandwagon, what’s the price? 
Singularity. Take my advice, take a pass, I’d rather walk
This world gets more and more and more and more ridiculous.