Tony Pace has a nice bass, four too many is enough, that's a superman But in the real world, people are looking for a flame, but the woman finds a man per man Sometimes problems with his own principles are too many in his beautiful state If it's a wolf, he doesn't eat in his hat, yes, and that's what he did Tony and his bass are surrounded by fear of falling But for the people who know him, they follow the man, the rest have a death My head is full of big thoughts, I just walk through people's lives It's a control, free to the bone, he doesn't want to give up control Tony is a guy who doesn't give a *** about anything, but every night, a hard slap on the chest Stella, every day, it's a mess, a mess, and that often with the scream of a fool that his life is flat Combined with the white on the body, black, the rattles become loose, but the hungry beasts too Overcoming the cold and snowing, impregnating through the stones, to the dead and the living, *** In essence, Tony is a god in the earth, you expect the gods to protect you from above In possession of barons and the strongest, he wanted them to know that he was flying in the distance Without pretension, he gives people what he wants, this is his business, he doesn't even have a ***ing dollar And when he's hanging out, he doesn't need a letter, he makes them smell dead, then he drinks a new beer Barababababa Barababababa Barababababa Barababababa