FentaVoice

If you want to see me just tell me
My heart is made of ice in everything I file it
I don't love you forever, he says no
I'm right now at your window like B flat

I didn't mean to bother you but
German highways I put it at 300
And he tells me I am not a person, what I am is an element
And I'm not lying, I see everything slow and it's true

Almost not happy, staring at my face
He tells me that I am sorry
I don't want impressions, I don't sing what I tell
And I'm not lying, I rent my time and how slow
I feel empty

200 enemies but everyone wants to talk
And if it is not a fight with Jeycob it will surely be
When I don't see your calls because I'm in the sea
And I am not an introvert, I had to mature when I was young

I know bad bosses, I know a couple of black ones
I know the one who sent you but I act like I'm not involved
I know the scammers and also the gunmen
Because I keep my word and I was raised in the ghetto

Cra, cra, cra, all guns up
Everybody on the floor
You are set by the diva
Cra, cra, cra, they just say but look
If you die, it's business, in the end it's my fault

Come with me, I'm sorry
You answer me that I am violent
I spend my time burning all the suffering
Mommy, your thing makes me happy, uh

I am not the one of the moment
And I carry it on top just in case at some point
All my songs taste like fento
I made a hundred thousand alone from a concert

Raytouch, fresh
When you and I look at each other, notch
Tell me what I do, show it
I'm sitting with everyone, take it, party

Find me just for narma
London to Iceland
Take it by your mouth that Jeycob sends you
Only with you do I feel like repeating the round

I've already changed, I don't walk with the band
I ask God but he doesn't listen to me anymore
I never complain when I have to fight
I want my share, I don't want much either

And I tell my mother to spend the whole piggy bank
You wouldn't come because of what I've been through
And if it were up to them I would be crushed
I don't feel pain and I don't know what anger is
When I feel alone I remember my past

Come with me, I'm sorry
You answer me that I am violent
I spend my time burning all the suffering
Mommy, your thing makes me happy, uh

I am not the one of the moment
And I carry it on top just in case at some point
All my songs taste like fento
I made a hundred thousand alone from a concert