The sun hits me on the ground Negro, I'm leaving Negro, she takes my land Yeah, I'm losing my mind Come, let's have some tea We'll end up like people who get lost In truth, it's not worth it Full of weed, a breath, I draw a line Midnight on my world, I'm still not back I see above, the future is somewhere Bring girls back to the apartment We'll end up somewhere See the wide, know that we are crazy With all my locals, drunk Make a lot more beef, bring girls, we are Police on the edge, we are All the time she wants to walk After midnight, one o'clock, you join me at the hotel Bellevue in the suite, the hoes love the telo The sound of the ice cubes, mega refresh And for the night of my life, three, four pretty girls We have to talk about us, we have to talk about everything We have to talk about the sun and those people who get lost in the crowd We have to talk about madness, we have to enjoy our lives Since time leaves nothing, we prefer to throw our drawings Since time leaves nothing, we prefer to throw our drawings Since time leaves nothing, we prefer to throw our drawings Since time leaves nothing, we prefer to throw our drawings And I want the beach, I want roses, I want women, I want roses We forgive everything, we leave nothing, we put everything back The next day, we hang out in the evening, we don't tell you anything But we dream about it, and we run away from the others We talk less than you, we close the door We see things, but Negro and me, we walk Real in my *** city, real Negro *** city We pray for the million to follow, we see pins like on the island We say to ourselves that we could not live without a million lines But we prefer to chill at night, while you give us envy Listen to the wire, wanting to chill Bottle of champagne, we party in your room We look cool, rolling the champagne, asking for duplexes and glory on the fields Mannequin passing the wind, do you want me to explain to you how The dream follows us, there you want to film us We have to talk about us, we have to talk about everything We have to talk about zen and those people who get lost in the middle of the crowd We have to talk about madness, we have to enjoy our lives Since time leaves us nothing, we prefer to throw our drawings Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah