[Verse 1]
It's better to live your own way, fuck this couple of haters
I was still a fireworks guy in the underground
Today I'm pouring liters, the bottle is destroying my memory Ä
I swear, man, I'll never call it winning
I'm standing above Chufut-Kale wearing caligae
I put the fuck in it, I put it on in everything I had
And now I despise it more than more, finally understand
Sick of imagination because I want symptoms, not stimuli
In the heart of the refugee camp , this is what Po says simply let go
I feel like a product again, I feel like a product again
Let go, here, where out of a hundred, maybe one person is lucky
If anything, let go I'll give you love, dude, it's Polish reggae
I'm pushing myself but I have nowhere to go
Despite the conclusions, my hands are down; Job
Give me back my life, take away my fleet
And I get chills when I listen to the old failed verses
You want to get close to success, I see you sneaking innocently
br/>Please, take this froterism somewhere else, madamme
I never wanted to become a star, I still mock them
And I still don't want to, but I'm closer to Givenchy< br/>[Verse 2]
I don't settle accounts for tomorrow, it's a bully for my accountants
I'll be here no matter how much I do and earn
Å »no fucking careerist, let him dig graves already
Other methods, but a hair won't fall off my head
For my people who are far away from here today
Even if I made a mistake, it's just my mistake
Then I would give them a slap for those few hands
Even if I made a mistake, it's just my mistake
Our goals are what we're stumbling over today
I can't listen, how long should I keep talking about the same thing?
It's me it doesn't move, I'm constantly looking for signs
When I do move something, my shoulders are helpless
There is no entry here, hunger, although my appetite is weakening
Every desire of mine in my little finger; arthritis
It's more the magic of moments than the curse of the Arcana
I guess I shouldn't feel disappointed
Only sometimes I think me from here
When I see how they turn truth into sauce
Show, applause, serve, hip-hop
For this he will give you his heart on his hands like in Apocalypto
There's no way you can stop me, hashtag; Django
There's no way you'll be able to sign me if your name isn't Marlon Brando
They won't give me a Golf, two dicks, and they promise me a Bugatti
Really... Do you think I'm that stupid? Fuck here sounds like Trust mi
Bitch, I have a good vibe, I feel that the plans are going as they should
I have to blow it to pieces because I need morphine
Not the opinions that the open-air museum will give
I fly like in a trance, I have passion and punch
And one chance in this funny game
So get on the board in this funny game

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