(Are you afraid of the dark?
No
You should)

Hey, when you come home late
I swear I never want to scare you
Yet
Look mom I do like everyone else
I write random things in the lyrics
Baboons, stuttering as long as it sounds
This girl is very beautiful
The first time I had sex I said
"I want to do this for a living"
Rap was just my plan B
So if I rap well think how I fuck
Listen mother for my life
I write bullshit with my fingers
What a wakeful face your friend has
Maybe she just graduated from the university of life
In the room of shy children, you feel bruises
They come in breaking doorframes
Glued to the iPhone, vinavil
Say you're typing
The flow scares the vivid
In the world there are those who do charity just to clear their conscience
Thank God it's not my case
At least as far as I know I was born without it
This scene is a theme party
And everyone has dressed up as idiots
And they lick each other as soon as they close the curtain
To get views

They don't want to leave university
They fear I do it for a living
They whisper, "Hernia how scary it is"
Which of you is afraid of the bu-

I was running from the taxi, yes, to not pay for it
Until they called the patrol home
I ran hard, away from them
And then I ran even harder behind some darkness
Run Forrest, run hard Hernia
As if you were chasing the gazelle
They sound almost the same because the gavette
It was like fighting the Vietnam War
Men are like dogs so
If the dog bites you it's the owners' fault
In fact if the son is an asshole it's because the first assholes
Often they are the parents
I break to play games with chips
This stuff is a Happy Meal
I make a hole in the door with an ax
"Wendy I'm home, here I am"

Hey, when you come home late
I swear I never want to scare you
As the darkness falls again
Milan looks like Gotham
Which of you is afraid of the woh uh woh

Film it because I reduce them to puree
I escape to Northern Europe, avoid annoyances
They fuck me but I only get indignant
If there is someone at the corner breaking
The underage mimics the models
For the breast augmentation they have in their menne
At least I'm aiming at you
So turn cynical with cinema and I'm slaughtering you

And I'm slaughtering you
I'm slaughtering you
I like this
Turn everything off, let's change

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