This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. But I'm not here to buy a boat to some other city that has something better to offer than * Stockholm. * Abrotto, I'm lying down hooked on Saturday. I'm driving in 30's because you know I'm cool. I see a red light, take the window down and turn up the volume. I don't know why, but right now I'm just enjoying it. All eyes are on the Negen, but I'm just accelerating back and forth in neutral. Red, yellow, green. I'm driving back to Sweden. I'm driving back to Sweden. If you're behind the wheel, you're out of luck after the crash. You can get out of the way and leave this place. In the middle of the night you can see the plate and he's not running fast. I'm driving back to Sweden. Black Volvo, looks like a civilian. Until I crash into an Icabre. But until then, it's just me and the asphalt. The tires leave tracks that turn black on the ground. It's empty in the tank, stop at Stadholmacken. The whole of Sweden is silent when they see the paint. And when they see who opened the door for you, they just stand there and stare and open their mouths. I go with the pimp and go to the cashier and pay cash. In slow motion, just picking up from my big stash. Back to the car, sliding out of the first curve. Ajnasbanan, it feels like they're shadowed. But I'm driving on, don't have time for cat and rat play. I think the whole power should soften down. Red light again, I brake down carefully. Look, there's Ken. I'm back, * bitch. I'm back, * bitch. I'm back, * bitch. I'm back, * bitch. I'm back, * bitch. Ken is back in Sweden. Put yourself behind the wheel, now out of the way. After the crash, you can get out of the way. And leave this place. In the middle of the night, you see the plate. And he doesn't run fast anymore. I'm back, * bitch. Ken is back in Sweden. Put yourself behind the wheel, now out of the way. After the crash, you can get out of the way. And leave this place. In the middle of the night, you see the plate. And he doesn't run fast anymore. I'm back, * bitch. Ken is back in Sweden.