Crocodile

Bring water to the desert and dry it with time
You'll see the fury of the people and blame the cursed kingdom
Create a rebellious people, I'll sell weapons to them
In the water, a crocodile, in the sand, your suffering
Under the shadow of the government, I recruited my own army
Baroque Works! My codename is Mr. Zero
Facade corsair, the pride of Alabasta
I hunt even pirates, a hero but in quotes

I manufactured rain randomly near my casino to make good money
Sure of your fascination, I manipulated you right
Money moves the world and I stopped your movement
Quicksand, the fall comes but silently
Numbers on my side
Boss is the cigar smoking in another room
And the scar on the face to show who's tough
In one hand I hold the desert, in the other, the blood of the weak

King of the desert
I make the laws of hell, I am the
King of the desert
In cigar and suit I am the
King of the desert
I have everything I want, love
King of the desert
I have everything I want

I'm feeling great to match the drought
It may be a coincidence but sandstorm
Comes with deforestation and climate change
Government's fault, I mean, it's my fault
Do you think that's enough? Being weak like this is almost a crime
Left hook to show that this sea is a ring
Dogs that run away to lick their wounds
Don't have the right to speak of justice

I ended an empire, easily with you
In the hourglass, the sand falls with the ashes of my enemies
I survive in the Sahara even being a crocodile
Trust is nothing, I've lost doing that
I learned by tripling, just me and my instinct
Ambitious, I kill allies if necessary
All for Pluton, I annihilate these seas
Being the king of pirates, owning the world is my style

And I wake up, see the bars from the sixth floor where the Sun doesn't touch
Even imprisoned, this is not defeat
Defeat is to die without fighting

King of the desert
I make the laws of hell, I am the
King of the desert
In cigar and suit I am the
King of the desert
I have everything I want, love
King of the desert
I have everything I want

And I wake up, see the bars from the sixth floor, where the Sun doesn't touch
Even imprisoned, this is not defeat
Defeat is to die without fighting
And I wake up, see the bars from the sixth floor, where the Sun doesn't touch
Even imprisoned, this is not defeat
Defeat is to die without fighting

I already knew it would end like this
If the weather turned bad
It's hard to clear up, clear up

And I wake up
From the sixth floor, where the Sun doesn't touch
Defeat is to die without fighting