H.R.R.N. into the top, man Tell me how much for the race Gotta do it fast, the clock is ticking Wearing underwear every day, it runs New friends, no, I'm not here for It's the elders who want to make you skin So be careful to whom you give the shoulder To whom you give the address of the piole It films its detail while you're pioncer It's not with exposed people That we were going to finish, the pockets explode There I am exploded Eyes closed in front of the TV, I'm posed They could call me Mariposa I won't go there to break my sins, I have to slash Red eyes like the lunar arcane I tell myself I'll fall asleep maybe in an hour An hour later, I tell myself one more hour Hours later, it's already the early morning From the morning, I think about the afternoon Tactics to avoid the loss But it's Kidd who's croaking the bread I'm not here for the race I'm not here for the race I'm not here for the race I'm not here for the race I'm not here for the race I'm not here for the race I'm not here for the race But it's Kidd who's croaking the bread We propose it to you in front of your door We propose it to you in front of your door We propose it to you in front of your door The one of your friends, *** your friends We go into the beautiful neighborhoods and it's their role You recognize us without asking, it comes out sweet Tell him to be in the bottom, it's not LOL You have to do everything if he will be, if not loss By force of his cries, I learned lessons If I tell you, you would say I'm doing the old I understood in life That the sun rises for the rich and poor Making slaps from time to time Making slaps from time to time To do bad Every day life tests us I think to do it without proof For a long time my body is only a wreck Silence is the cry of the brave I always act, I just wait for them to fight They don't act, don't say it's Rodin There are risks in the sale of losses Motivated by hunger Red eyes like the lunar Ardennes I tell myself I might fall asleep in an hour An hour later, I tell myself one more hour Hours later, it's already the early morning From the morning, I think of the afternoon Tactics to make the loss And who's the one who choked the bread So the skin lies in front of your door You