Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
(Eh) mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Yeah, right
(Hey) mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Yeah, right
Yeah, right, hey

I've taken different drugs
I can't even look at you anymore
We need to end up under your sheets
(We need to end up under your sheets)
Too high, I'm on codeine
I can't feel my heart, I can't feel my pulse
I have too much hatred to make love to you
(We'll see if hatred and sex)
We'll do it if we see each other again
At any time, at any place
(And I'll only be available in the evening)
Too high, I'm on codeine
I can't feel my heart, I can't feel my pulse
I feel like I'm getting closer to death (ah-ah-ah-ah)

So much my drug heals me
Medicinal is my weed
I have Gazos who are gone
I have to go drop off flowers (flowers)
From the inside, it destroys me
So much that I can't cry anymore
Pull up above the belt
Believe me, it's not to brush, no (no) eh (eh)

Until I don't hurt anymore (no more)
I serve myself and I drink (I drink)
All my feelings, I drown (eh, eh)
Lean in my bathtub (bathtub)
Glock under my bathrobe (grr)
High but I roll a joint

(I'm far, far)
(Today, she remembers me, hey)
(Of me, me, me)

Leave brothers or bullets? Money for the medal
Let's live like Bonnie and Clyde before death do us part
Enemies, we spare ourselves (load my heart and the gun)
I recover and I fly, and I see blurry at the wheel
Lost time and money, we become crazy and violent
Welcome to violence, hey
Tick-tock, millions of euros, tick-tock
Diamonds, Rolex, tick-tock, coal, I'm fresh, tick-tock
She wants us to meet
Because she doesn't like when I tell her, "I'll call you back"
You ask me what I've had
It's the street that left me its scars (yah)

It's just a story of lifestyle (yah)
It's just a story of lifestyle
It's just a story of lifestyle (yah)
Baby, it's just a story of lifestyle
It's just a story of lifestyle (yah)
It's just a story of lifestyle
It's just a story of lifestyle (yah)
It's just a story of lifestyle, baby (hey)

I've taken different drugs
I can't even look at you anymore
We need to end up under your sheets
(We need to end up under your sheets)
Too high, I'm on codeine
I can't feel my heart, I can't feel my pulse
I have too much hatred to make love to you
(We'll see if hatred and sex)
We'll do it if we see each other again
At any time, at any place
(And I'll only be available in the evening)
Too high, I'm on codeine
I can't feel my heart, I can't feel my pulse
I feel like I'm getting closer to death (ah-ah-ah-ah)

I'm under different drugs
I can't even look at you anymore
I need to end up under your sheets, hey
We'll do it if we see each other again
At any time, at any place

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