I have deaths in my head
Nothing fucked up on the plate
She told me baby make me stupid
When I fucked her without latex
A summer in the hood
I still ask myself questions
Why did evil make me feel good
When I hit rock bottom
I smile at the pictures
Half skinner half Otto
Always two on the motorcycle
Raw in my words
Here there's no rest
We'll hold hands
Until one of us goes to sleep
I look at your eyes like I look at the sky
Down below the ground is vermilion color
I hope they'll tell me if I'm doing D
Belek if I concentrate I can't miss
Here, no, there's nothing surprising
I move forward even if I can't hold the steering wheel
Kid you know the world is violent
Forget the time of kites
I never have time for anything
I never, never believed in humans
Pack up your linen glass
I don't make music for crackheads
I'm not often serene
When I was weak I didn't want help
Roro in my hands
As if from the boss, I wanted the head
You hear
The noise of souls a little duped
You hear
The noise of the waves when I had to let go of her hand
I don't sell my ass for a salary
I'll get out of it in the name of the father
There will be no bitter victory, you hear
You hear
You hear
You hear
You hear
I look at your eyes like I look at the sky
Down below the ground is vermilion color
I hope they'll tell me if I'm doing D
Belek if I concentrate I can't miss
Here, no, there's nothing surprising
I move forward even if I can't hold the steering wheel
Kid you know the world is violent
Forget the time of kites
Kid you know the world is violent
I move forward even if I can't hold the steering wheel
Forget the time of kites

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