REALITY

POST MORTEM

Everything remains the same, it's the same every day
I have the complete outfit, even the socks are BAPE
Bapestas, cocaine and red with beige Levi's
Don't touch my tonic, it's for the Bombay

Sometimes I feel like they're going to stop loving me
People bore me, like playing chess
And my friends ask: What's wrong with you?
Sometimes I can't leave my house

And we went to that dance to take a look
I fall and go straight through, they don't even check the list
Next to our table, the Insta models
And by their faces, it seems like they've never seen an artist

It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality

We left the party throwing bottles
All full of little rags and the damn cops
Damn, I don't want a selfie
My girl came with her bestie
And me with the Presley look
Buying a shovel for the transvestite

When I'm half drunk, I make friends with the demons
I lost my wallet, the limo doesn't even wait
We uncorked on the trip Moët, Chandon
Running everything on red, we're breaking the law

It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality