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Ah, yeah, uh
Okay

I’ll never understand all the people against me
Fuck, suck my dick, bro
What I’ve done, you’ll never do
Not even [?]
I’m still counting how much cash I’ve made with this flow
Completely on my own
Shh, shh, shh, you’re average like so many
I can’t see you, you’re too low
Or maybe it’s because of the bitch in front of me, I swear
You’re four fools, four cats
Who’d pass out if they saw me
You don’t count for shit
While I count plenty, yeah, yeah
You say things to try to hurt me, heavy
You’d struggle to walk in my shoes, fuck my bunnies
But you’d be better off becoming a priest
I’ll tear you apart like [?]
I’ll chop you up like Dexter, beasts
David never flexed
Never did shit, but some things need to be said
I wanted to help people, open their minds
But hopes get lost
Fuck, they’ve messed with them
And I gotta drown myself in pills, yeah
All these people inside are repressed
They’ve never done a damn thing in life
And having them around, bro, you regret it

I’ll tell you what I think
I’m not looking for approval, but you already know
It’s that I don’t imitate because
The spirit is something you’ll never have
I’m fighting with my head
It’s teetering, between the clouds in the high
What I puff is dry
That clears my mind

In the end, the bad guys win
They turn us into vampires
I can’t see you anymore when you inhale it
I see the gray of this city
The idols have become zero
I wish I could go back to being a kid
It was better when you didn’t understand
The shit that’s here
I wasted time with meds to feel bad
I’m gasping for air like I’ve got a collar
Too many times I thought: "I gotta give up" (No, no)
It’s not normal to be in the hospital thinking
How to end it, how to fly, how to dream again (Dream again)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

I’ll tell you what I think
I’m not looking for approval, but you already know
It’s that I don’t imitate because
The spirit is something you’ll never have
I’m fighting with my head
It’s teetering, between the clouds in the high
What I puff is dry
That clears my mind