What is it that you have?
Do you have dark memories?
What do you do if you're in the times when
Times when you have dark memories
What do you do with other people's memories?

These memories in the archive
You who then laughed while I was rotting
I don't want the part of the villain
But if I drop the stuff I punish you
I spent years in chains
I laugh now everyone in a chain
A butterfly among cobwebs
Now I paint you, death oil on canvas
I make things clear, inside the aquarium
Fuck a shark, but you know they know
Now I close the curtain
This hurricane from Gaia to Uranus
But fuck money
But everything is upside down in the situation's picture
Four pills barely make it
It comes easier to me when it arrives
I don't pretend if I take aim
Music pays for my pen
Nice, a hitman of these artists
I think it's the only one, I'm in the mood
Rarely do I make sad faces
I'm a kid who talks about dwarfs, fairies, dragons and fairy tales with elves
Sorry if I like art
You deserve these fools who speak in verses
They make two pieces and then dead
And ten people inside like Ben
But I don't have a gang (Hey)
Yes bro, it's the De la Vallée flow
Listen and then ask: "What is it?"
I've been trapped in my character since I dropped that damn "Oh Cacchio"
And now they know, sorry for the inconvenience
I vent, I shut up I go back to Ma-

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