I am a madman, I throw hand grenades and greet you while I go, "Wow"
You call home and don't give a damn about the comments because life is now
I enter that damn place, rock the stage, make holes like in Rome
Then I take the money, say goodbye, apologize for the damage, so, "Bye"

I go "bam-bam", they do can-can
I live so well as if I were a star
They tell me, "Stop," but it's not enough for me
If you really imitate me, then you'll get asthma
Then you'll get anxiety with money in your pocket
I make it with music, not with mom
You all look the same to me with that necklace
I don't wear them but I make music that rocks

When I turn around behind me
I don't see you, you're not there
I don't even trust myself
Where were you?
Even if I got threes in school
Now with numbers, everything is okay
Now you know who asks about me?
Your mothers

When I turn around behind me
I don't see you, you're not there
I don't even trust myself
Where were you?
Even if I got threes in school
Now with numbers, everything is okay
Now you know who asks about me?
Your mothers

I write a verse, you ask me, "How does it go?"
I don't make it up, I tell the truth
When I finish, they ask, "How do you do it?"
Those who have nothing, don't have excuses
I opened my veins, you know it
I expressed myself the way I wanted
They often say, "Guido, you can't make it"
What I do here, I decide
Then, I recharge my batteries, imagine you fail
I sharpen my pencils outside the bin
A screw knife, we cause panic
Yes, I'm charged and I even break the mirror
Without picking up the pieces, we're not pretty but real
We write on notebooks to decipher thoughts
Whatever happens, you stay, we come back the day after tomorrow
Because with trap, I swear I feel old (old)

My mouth is a damn rifle
For Christmas, I put up lights
Lend me needle and thread to sew
Because I made you thirty-six wounds
I never cared what you say
I never thought it was the end
If I am reborn in seven new lives
I deal coke in the Philippines

When I turn around behind me
I don't see you, you're not there
I don't even trust myself
Where were you?
Even if I got threes in school
Now with numbers, everything is okay
Now you know who asks about me?
Your mothers

When I turn around behind me
I don't see you, you're not there
I don't even trust myself
Where were you?
Even if I got threes in school
Now with numbers, everything is okay
Now you know who asks about me?
Your mothers (mothers)

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