Yeah yeah, hun

It's not like that I should
Not care, I'm high on lean
I see the edge of the sea
With Austin on the production, the
Ones on my ribs
We hold the base of the thing
I have the key to your sounds, and
Your bitch goes under the bridges, hun
While your bitch goes under the bridges
With my guys I make music, haha
Saturn, Saturn until death
I'll make it a brand image
I've figured out your world, you're really sad
The lack of money is a martyrdom
Drugs mix with fashion, the
Cigarettes hurt the throat, han
You pop and then it starts again
The angels and demons are gone ha, ha
Find us all summer in
The big cities
Causing chaos to the max is splendid
At any moment I can say
That I'm chill huh, ha
It's been three years since I last went to school
Nah and I don't talk to idiots anymore, hun
One day I'll stop all this nonsense

And money will fall into my empty pockets
I'll give a bit to those poor guys
Who didn't believe in us at the start
And money will fall into my empty pockets
I'll give a bit to those poor guys
Who didn't believe in us at the start
And money will fall into my empty pockets
I'll give a bit to those poor guys
Who didn't believe in us at the start

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