Old Baggage (feat. Dora Papapostolou) Video (MV)

Making sense out of life is a struggle in itself
Trying hard to stand out, yet forgotten on the shelf
Great expense, the divine has been laughing since his death
Trading sex for attention, aims to further his distress
Don't laugh now, I'm excited for this world
Opportunities ain't stolen you're just sad because you curled
Makes me wonder - how you're livin' day by day
False perceptions and illusions are still keeping you astray
Took up smoking and I quit it in the space of three whole years
I'm further from my death than you for lying to your peers
Talk and talk, you'll walk the walk, the plank cause we're all pirates
And better yet less humans still - we care about the climate
You're serious - I get it - and you want to come off hard
Yet hide behind protective curtains and a mother's dress?
The news are on, it's five o'clock, you really f*cking starred
"Man chased down, beaten, shat his pants" - look at that f*cking mess
He's not just one, but a whole type, they're mobsters, these OG's
Yet pants come down, and with a frown, they get down on their knees
"Big moves, I'm making", says he, shaking dust from his machines
Depending on his friends to call him up just so it seems
He writes his songs and nothing else, you think he would've made it
For years and years he sits and thinks himself a dream of greatness
Can't forget her, the lovely face, all ego underneath
Doing so well without much effort - uses too much teeth
You aren't here to give shit back, you're here to take what's ours
Procrastinating, masturbating, buying yourselves flowers
Aggressive beats call for like lyrics, someone's gotta say it
You wanna get your loved ones back, this ransom, you just pay it

Disrupt our lives
I know
Wish they all hadn't
Perched for good

It makes me worry
For you
For my own children
What is this world?

I've wronged my friends in blinder times and hurt without a need
Never forget what they all taught me, showed me how to lead
I carry them in memory, some special ones through ink
All the times we've shared together passed me in a blink
Spent endless days not knowing what I'm feeling, what it means
A high school student's nights are captivated by his dreams
Old baggage sitting in a box missing a label
Read correctly could provide some insight in my fable
Some pent-up anger, youthful angst, especially confusion
Either way a pointless chase there's never a conclusion
Bedswerver, cheater, infidel, you call her what you want
The answers that you seek for will turn into a haunt
Started to write with anger, now it's turning to nostalgic
My hatred for a lot of people stems from the dogmatic
A life based on denying, staying true to your false morals
Pushing people down is not a power, we're all mortals
How many models do you see whenever you log in?
Their perfect edit photos make you hate your very skin
A self-declared musician, rapper, giving himself titles
So anxious with his every move to emulate his idols
None of them are famous yet they all think they deserve it
You have to really grind to get there, make that a return trip
They use the terms of doctors just to stay up on the curve
Depression, suicide, is what their listeners they'll serve
Music and art inspired people, showed them better days
Now all we're fed is basking in the lack of better ways
Live a life of pointlessness, do it for the wrong reasons
Then wake up in the afterlife surrounded by your demons