As 25 Horas de Le Mans (feat. Cynthia Luz)

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The 25 Hours of Le Mans (feat. Cynthia Luz)

There are only two types of people: The living and the dead
Some, even though alive, just endure
Some, even though dead, seek other forms
What did I lose? What slipped away?
What did I let go?
What did I lose? What was missing?
Man, I thought about leaving
I'm sick inside, I'm sick outside
I'm sick and my mind never conforms
Complacency is the enemy of those who live now

I'm running with Bwayne now
Lost Cyro to the system, money is tough
I never take a break
My life is a movie, man, and there won't be popcorn in it
I am my club, I am my team, I'm for victory

Touching before the touch screen
Yelling at the security guard: Brother, don't touch me
Kids run like when I rang the doorbell
I strategically live at the end of the line

Don't look into the eyes, don't let it impress you
Change course while you can
I get stronger, closer every time
Further and further from the podium

My sound was in America and I haven't even seen it
My face is on the skin, man, I'm an addiction
I never needed the industry, I have 4 albums
And what I've done so far is just the beginning
She doesn't know if she loves me or hates me
When I stopped giving money, they found me trash
My friend talked a lot about yesterday
But today he's not with me
And he's at risk

Every time he sees me he runs a lot
As if he were tuned and with nitro
Turn on MTV, you know, I'm rich
You want to do rap, give me back my book
Other things you steal with your cousin
The earth is flat, the world spins and I'm never broke
Because I work a lot, a lot, playboy is my son
I don't even have the damn gun, I don't even pull the trigger
I want even your soul, I want you alive
To show you that this is only for those born for this
You lose money with rhyme, I profit with addiction
My wrist is possessed, possessed and impulsive

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