You make me feel so good

Sunglasses, even at night
I wear Versace, Rayban, Monoprix
I hide my eyes, I hide their color
Throat, ecstasy, on the table it's Tel-Aviv
Sunglasses, even when it's dark
Sunglasses in the bathtub
No virgin sleeping in my bathrobe
Sunglasses in front of the real me

I'm a product of my environment, like Mac Tyer
I'm angry if the surrounding judges don't wear foreign clothes
Sitting cross-legged, I think of the ancestors, by the way, need to make money
I didn't reincarnate to mess around in Pattaya, Bo-Bomayé
You submitted to eat, poor fool
Luckily you're for peace, you're as soft as a shaved ball
I do my rounds like the fox in the henhouse
The hideous towers will block the bullets if, one day, you want to shoot
Only love for the homies
Only wetness on the photos, the black square under the spotlights
I see life like a goth
All these anecdotal rappers
The sight is in my optics
No mastery of the low kick

Sunglasses, even at night
I wear Versace, Rayban, Monoprix
I hide my eyes, I hide their color
Throat, ecstasy, on the table it's Tel-Aviv
Sunglasses, even when it's dark
Sunglasses in the bathtub
No virgin sleeping in my bathrobe
Sunglasses in front of the real me

80 Zetrei, 80 Zetrei, 80 Zetrei
80 Zetrei, 80 Zetrei, 80 Zetrei

Puddles of piss, puddles of tears, puddles of oil, do like Vald
Vald denies, Vald arms himself, Vald deflowers, and these bitches
Leave puddles on the bucket seat fabric, dirty cops
Leave puddles when they knock on the door
Sullyvan pats down like in the morgue
My fist in the ass, like Panacloc
You're going to experience the coma first, not by mutual agreement
My hardcore community has known death
My voice in the modulator, my dick in a naughty girl with delicate skin
My name on Akinator, everyone is like:
"Whose fault is it?", some do it, and you would do it
Go back to raging on 'ska, who to do it with your shitty Paki?
Far ahead, like kilometers, I flutter
I messed up the breathalyzer, I roam, are you gold-digging?
I want to skin you then put you, drink your blood like Lipton
Not happy? You know the code: 93

Sunglasses, even at night
I wear Versace, Rayban, Monoprix
I hide my eyes, I hide their color
Throat, ecstasy, on the table it's Tel-Aviv
Sunglasses, even when it's dark
Sunglasses in the bathtub
No virgin sleeping in my bathrobe
Sunglasses in front of the real me

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