Yeah, yeah
Ahn, ahn
My last week would make a movie
Hul, hul, hul (Chiocki Beats, damn)
I'm just a number, hul

At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I aspired to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not well, the substances force me to go through all this laughing, hul
At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I aspired to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not well, hul, hul, hul

My last week would make a movie, bitch, shh
Living a life of crime (Pow, pow, pow)
Grass burns the sauna through the tinted windows
This life yes, yes, will end
I'm not a kind of angel, yes, yes, seraphim
I wake up with a pussy on top of me
How did she appear? I don't know, yes, abracadabra (Pew)
Rolling several intrigues (Urgh)
And I am the fighting dog (Urgh)
My life is a failure
And I am successful (Urgh), that intrigues me
Don't compare me to Vanilla
I keep pains in the spreadsheet
Take hell, put it in the oven
And from me 'you will have a slice (Hul)

At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I aspired to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not well, the substances force me to go through all this laughing

I used to take comfort from my parents
I deposit the money every month
Why does the money fall every month?
The issue is not money, the issue is peace
Mine is terrible
Every day I land on top of a building
I don't know who falls, I don't know who goes
I don't care about the end, I don't give a damn about the beginning
Every day this
My life is a horror and I terrorize
I wrote this without a target, without alcohol
There is no content in this, I lack limits
Peace, love and dynamites
My best memories are on the sulfite
Are they really wanting to charge sense?
I think it's very little you screwing up
I don't even speak anymore, too much excess
I'm too good to think I'm all that
Packs, packs, my pack of herbs is called sausage
Clothes, I command the service
Who doesn't like it is because they drag through the orifice
I have my finger on the trigger
I miss my son
Jesus fuck, Jesus Christ
Fuck it all
It's just a matter of a shot (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Fuck this life (Hul)

At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I aspired to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not well, the substances force me to go through all this laughing, hul, hul
At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I aspired to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not well, the substances force me to go through all this laughing, hul

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