cloves of truth ***, man, that's it I'm on my times, like an ikris My tics aren't fading It's like fire all over me I'm listening like a native I'm truly looking forward to it I don't want hate, I could really take a kick Today I feel the blues, I feel the blues I feel the dirt, I feel the sewage I feel the juice that touches my lips I feel the frost, I feel the poison And I want to play it First league like Lando Loud girl like Lambo In the city, it's bright through the fog I'm not standing in line to the bar I like it when the bars come in I have a friend to the cashier So I'll take it on my own Photos, photos, radars A few scandals I have the same homies From the times we've known each other Bam, bam, like Ali With the thoughts of the night through the lion Slippery, low, like in Nismo She's sweet like Lindor Doll like Barbie Smooth skin like Beyonce In the head of a lion Pure demand for a million Neons in her eyes like Tokyo At night She's always smiling, always stressed There's nothing to *** with like Rocco With this Instead of going to heaven, go to hell You want I want a pool full of water Not eyes full of tears I don't have number five Number five Chanel A house without champagne and Labo This is my second home, not a house I dreamed that I was living in heaven But I kept waking up in hell Paranoia, you're on drugs, baby You look like a seven, not a six Eat a piece of bread and swallow a 200 Because the *** will move you down I'm posting on Instagram And keep lying to yourself how beautiful it is We can't have fun here Because it's bad, you're ***ing with X again You were supposed to never come back And you come back to this every day You just wanted to be wonderful Beautiful like a new AMG They are wonderful and super And they are delicate like velvet Heavy like Breda Grzewet There's something wrong with my wound I know how it was, I know how it is It was all because of me When I was little, I watched Los Angeles Lakers on TV Our parents didn't love mom They just loved the boat Neons are shining like Tokyo At night She keeps smiling, I'm still stressed There's nothing to *** with like Rocco With this Instead of going to heaven, go to hell You want I want a pool full of water And not eyes full of tears Number five, there's no God Number five, Chanel Don't be champagne and Lapo I want This is my second home, not a household Babe