Paparazzi

(Who made it? It's kleo)
(Segah)

When we lie, if we move fast
If we say: Knock on every door and come in (ah)
If we stray off the path, loving like this
If we let the cats ruin our lungs (yeah)
We'll find a way out too
If we drink to see ahead (ey-ey, ey-ey)
Time's running out, should we make a choice?
I can't sleep if my enemy gets a single point
Dirty money and curses
Mom, pray for us
I'm regretting, it's too late
My fate is in God's hands
I can't escape rap at all
I can't lift my head from drinking
I fell from high up in my neighborhood, high up (yeah-yeah)

To the end
I'm gonna go to the end of the road
Girls catch me like paparazzi
Dad für die familie, just family
To the end
I'm gonna go to the end of the road
Girls catch me like paparazzi
Dad für die familie, just family

I got rid of my troubles
I would just drink and dream
I got rid of you
I would count the days until I see the sun
I got rid of it. Then
I sank deeper, deeper
I got rid of it, dad

Two powers together
Fame suits us, and so does money
Don't die, take a break, my dude (yee)
Are you a loser, or what? Chavo's just a show
Yeah, twenty years passed, my youth's a mess
Unfortunately, no one’s left untouched by this blood
My hands trembled, I couldn't get out of the coma
The voice inside me said: Give up
If it were back then, you wouldn't say hi
Stay away from me, now the monkey's eyes are open
I gave this music my teeth and nails
The fruits of my labor will last until I die (allowance)

Did you think we ran away? I ran, I won
I believed many times and I was many, then I faded
I was left in the void, help me, God
This is officially an epidemic and I realized

To the end
I'm gonna go to the end of the road
Girls catch me like paparazzi
Dad für die familie, just family
To the end
I'm gonna go to the end of the road
Girls catch me like paparazzi
Dad für die familie, just family

I got rid of my troubles
I would just drink and dream
I got rid of you
I would count the days until I see the sun
I got rid of it. Then
I sank deeper, deeper
I got rid of it, dad