No racks, no racli, no pussy
No message from God, no cat, how many times?
Not twice (not twice, hey), everything starts from there
There's never anything that comes, clench your fists
Late at night (late at night)

Facing myself, I tighten the fold, I remake the film
You take the photos of the crime scene
Adam bit into the apple, he's already done the worst
Apple vodka, I can show off, I won't do a tenth of it
The first Men messed up, that's the subject of the essay
Now again, we light up like in the Age of Enlightenment
Ambitions are vulgar, money, sex and shit
It's been a while, I know I'm succeeding
I could die tomorrow, I don't care, I've lived well
I've been around, I have memories of all these bitches
And, when I send the lightning of Belzebuth's dad on the mic
They take to their heels immediately
What? That's enough to satisfy my ego
No but oh, it's too much, there are jet-pro deficiencies
Need loves, need loves, always, need loves
Need loves, without a bottle
Looking for a treasure at the bottom of the water

No racks, no racli, no pussy
No message from God, no cat, how many times?
Not twice (not twice, hey), everything starts from there
There's never anything that comes
Clench your fists, late at night (late at night)
No racks, no racli, no pussy
No message from God, no cat, how many times?
Not twice (not twice, hey), everything starts from there
There's never anything that comes
Clench your fists, late at night (late at night)

I come out of the pharmacy with something that doesn't heal
I'm like, "Motherfucker, sons of bitches"
Naive, I still find it hardcore that we make gent-ar
On our fear of dying (Hardcore)
This world is dirty, I look at it behind a disgusting window
I'm here, I blink, I wait for a sign from the Gods
Well, with a liter, it's better
I raise my glass to my friends Siri, R2-D2
I'm not going to complain, no
I have everything I need to survive a long time
I have a bunker under the pool
Oh, what's a good heart for a missile?
Huh? It's not shame, it's a big drip

No racks, no racli, no pussy
No message from God, no cat, how many times?
Not twice (not twice, hey), everything starts from there
There's never anything that comes
Clench your fists, late at night (late at night)
No racks, no racli, no pussy
No message from God, no cat, how many times?
Not twice (not twice, hey), everything starts from there
There's never anything that comes
Clench your fists, late at night (late at night)

You see, guys, dying is nothing
It's the after that's painful
The idea of finding yourself lying in front of guys like you
That's not possible

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