It seems nothing, how much the heartache sounds Music is for me Feels nothing, how much the heartache sounds Music is for me I have a *** up weekend, I play for my fans I play for my fans, because I like it We sweat class, we drive up with class The last year was a marathon, wow Your rag, my photo and a silent vibrator Something is waiting for us, the rap is shouting again I'm *** up, but I do what's in my soul I'm *** up, but I do what's in my soul You learn to steal horses You'd rather not remember about certain actions I keep forgetting I keep checking, the libation's spinning I'm getting drunk, I'm getting drunk in my pockets Music is for me Money, thanks, I'll sell it on fire Mediolan and France, then Mali and Australia I keep checking, the libation's spinning Music is for me I'm getting drunk, I'm getting drunk in my pockets Money, thanks, I'll sell it on fire Mediolan and France, then Mali and Australia I keep checking, the libation's spinning Music is for me I'm getting drunk, I'm getting drunk in my pockets Money, thanks, I'll sell it on fire Mediolan and France, then Mali and Australia Oh, cause that's my game, we just came back, side Music of governments, it's the wisdom back to inside Mucho gracias, peace to Australia Making tights in Polska, and bring it to Japania Still in a dream, sleepwalking, escaping from my senses Milano, Bali, Bali, the scenery is changing The inside of the pack, the pack is sharing the light and dark Innocent, we gon' get you like J1 Japania, welcome to Japania Utopia, waiting for paranoia Boiling ice, steam and smoke A rat running on the power of alcohol I'm not a fly agent, I'm a warrior I'm like a saint, but my name is peace Touchdown, I'm ready to fight I know where I want to be, because it's you I keep checking, the libation's spinning Music is for me I'm getting drunk, I'm getting drunk in my pockets Money, thanks, I'll sell it on fire Mediolan and France, then Mali and Australia I keep checking, the libation's spinning Music is for me I'm getting drunk, I'm getting drunk in my pockets Money, thanks, I'll sell it on fire Mediolan and France, then Mali and Australia
