Sostituite (outro)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

The people who are hurting get replaced
And it’s not always a bad thing if you’re looking for good
Because sooner or later that person would have to say
Things that kill you like cutting your veins
How the hell can you have your heart in chains like hyenas?
I do good, it doesn’t come back like it always does
These models want to drink the blood of real people
Mix it all up and feel better
I would’ve spent millions for you
And I won’t name names, I’ll just drink liquor on top
And I don’t need to waste time with cobras
They’ve screwed me over since school
I’ve got thorns on my skin, no need to tell you
Because, bro, they used to make me the loser, now quiet, posing
They’d want to take me out, idiots who can’t think without whiskey and coke
Do you realize, khoya, how all this crap is just a drag?
I have no desire to think less
Sad inside, outside happy, but the day will come when someone strips you bare
It’s the story of my life, bitch, it’s not over
Glory, you’ve had too much for being so fake
When I hit the gas, I don’t need a push
All I have is grit, no, I don’t want a bunch of people
Stopping me just for my name
I need something better, yeah
Like seeing color again, like dying and being reborn like a flower
It’s not over yet, these people bore me
I keep my feet on the ground, no one can shake me off
Soon, pack your bags, because here you die
The color’s dead too, like a leaf in autumn, yeah
I’ve put my heart in the hands of others
Forgetting how much damn time I spent being me
Brother, sometimes look into the eyes of the mirror
And feel what’s inside you, everything else doesn’t matter if
You’re left alone with your fears planted in your head by pure souls
Soiled by the evil of these cultures
My mood rises and falls like dunes and I’ve run out of excuses (yeah)