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Mmm, today first day of a new life

I delete all names from my address book

If I think about escaping I'm already driving

There will be a place where man is not a parasite

My paranoia pierces the ceiling

Fear in the house like subletting

The heart beats in time, maybe I figured it out

In life, all you need is a little rhythm

In the head what I need

In the pockets what I need

In the eyes of the Lord, naked as a worm

Can you get this villain out of my way?

I'll stab you if you look inside me

Perhaps you wanted a perfect idol

I don't even trust myself

If I close my eyes I don't think I'm protected

Do not change

In fact they are always the same

The others have changed, everything is normal

I did natural selection, suck

The slaps made me a shy type

For those who can't listen there's a reason

If I write it, you get it

In life among you need rhythm

It doesn't matter, even if you're in a bad mood

Bro, we're in worse shape

We are no longer what we once were

You convinced me that if the watch is fake

But you know it's not a matter of time

Na-na-na-na

Everyone has an alcoholic relative

In my family I am the alcoholic

I don't have criminal parents like yours

Maybe they are abstainers, but monster children shit

You are strong when you are in the pack

Alone you remain silent, you are Django's D, shh

Don't be a Rambo, if you pray for rain, take the mud into consideration

I grew up on the streets

I have a friend who ended up on the Iron Throne

By this time I was a serial killer

And you did school with rap, but that evening

Your street credibility didn't impress me

You put your panties on over your dress

I know a guy, over time he got rich

My pleasure, Aldo Ritmo

It doesn't matter, even if you're in a bad mood

Bro, we're in worse shape

We are no longer what we once were

You convinced me that if the watch is fake

But you know it's not a matter of time

Na-na-na-na

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