Studie V (Grand Optimist Remix) - Grandbrothers

I fear I'll die from complications Complications due to things that I've left undone That all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a cane I'm like a jack of all trades who's a master of none Then there's my father, he's always looking on the bright side Saying things like "Son life just ain't that hard" He is the grand optimist, I am the world's poor pessimist You give him burdens sometimes and he will escape unscarred I guess I take after my mother I guess I take after my mother But I used to be quite resilient Gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary And now the wound has begun to turn, Another lesson that has gone unlearned But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy I guess I take after my mother I guess I take after my mother I guess I take after my mother I guess I take after my mother

Lets go back! come on! and forth Come on back, move your neck Funky phat beats what'd you expect, From two guys called, Fedde, mr V, so if your ready We gon' see yo' body yo' hands (put them up) I said yo' hands (put them up) If you got that shit, light it up And while you're up, everybody go back To a place where youve been before, Old school to the new, it's time to go forth To a whole new level Fedde, more bass and a little more treble Back Cause mothafuckas don't understand, Mr v got the mic in his hands, so go Forth Cause we on course, better yet on track Like a jockey to a horse, Move back, like a girls ass In a pair of tight jeans dancin' to this track Forth Stay on course, this is only the beginning Cause we got more Back To the days of simple ass beats and tracks for days C'mon Put your hands up for new york I love my city, I like girls with titties But, they gotta look pretty Ha, you know I act silly, but nah, look, really We wanna see you bouncin man Matter fact lemme see ya'll clap your hands C'mon shake ya hips, make it twist Raise your hands, pump your fists Where's my drink? to the bar, need a shot of patron Got me buggin on the microphone Talkin' all this shit with Fedde Le Grand But it's time for me to go and for ya'll to dance So go back, and forth C'mon