Laisse-moi tranquille.

Liar, you lie like you breathe
That's why I'm suffocating you
It's for your own good

You're ugly, dirty, and bitter, you carry the stench of lies on your lips, like a corpse
I pray your dreams never see the light
No matter their intentions, just the fact that you pay attention gives me chills
You're a witch like they don't make anymore
People like you should die alone in fear, unseen
I'll erase all the overly optimistic memories, I'll leave only the truth, that of a materialistic bitch
Your mother, the whore, has her faults too, her pussy played around in her youth
Absent father, a generation lacking attention without a gauge
Somewhere in your wounds, there's a voice crying for help
But I'm not your therapist, I see you starting to get comfortable, everyone has their shit
The life of a black rapper is challenge after challenge
My biggest enemies have over ten years of friendship, painting a false sincerity
Amen, I pray without stopping, my hate, on the ashtray, evaporates
Cross of Golgotha, I'm condemned to a solemn death
I ask Christ to take me with him to the magic kingdom
Far from here, far from those devilish girls who just want to devour my dick
My memories of you find no more neurological connection
I feel the distress, tears rising, put a little violin on Logic

I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)

Hey
By the seaside, alone, I accompany my silence with Aperol
When I talk, you don't listen, and when you talk, you don't keep your word
My IQ is too high to find happiness
I see life as it is, reasonably, without putting my heart into it
It's true, I get you less, dude, but your energy, I can't (Oh no)
You have the face of someone who makes decisions too late (Oh no)
I'm tired of carrying people, I already have the weight of my legend (Oh no)
I get drunk, multiplying the postponed parties
Three sixty like Vince (Carter), joint of cannabis (At any hour)
Ice, ice, here come the bitches (To rappers), I put the dough aside
Three sixty like Vince (Carter), joint of cannabis (At any hour)
Ice, ice, here come the bitches (To rappers), I put the dough aside, you never know, I might slip up

You never know, I might slip up
There's always a part of risk, of problems
There's always a part of risk, of problems
I want you to leave me alone— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I want you to leave me alone, oh, oh, oh, oh

I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
I want you to leave me alone (Just leave me alone)