I'm scared of helmets and empty wallets Life is like a picture or like a meme Oh, yes, yes, bull, you're right, I'm leaving plus one I'm afraid of you, and what about myself? Young, cunning fan, you're a fan, you're a fan Get out of the partisan party, party Gray lives ask for color, color Just like the streets from Tridarte, Arte-te-te Monsters from the floor are spinning over our heads You can't stand up like a plastic robot I take a modest can for those who can't anymore In the seventh heaven, when the devil dances in the void Pogo, Pogo, Pogo Creepy, creepy, wakes me up with a scream or a bang Creepy, creepy, does it again Sticks, sticks, burn like an Indian game Beep beep, beep beep, puts me on a roll Creepy, creepy, wakes me up with a scream or a bang Creepy, creepy, does it again Sticks, sticks, burn like an Indian game Beep beep, beep beep, puts me on a roll I know asses like Nicky, I know every habit I have a Fifi accent, but your beep beep If I have a bigger image, the Viking says to me Greetings, Mariusz, but I came here to *** up, yes, which gives freedom I update the issue on rice more than once, but I still don't know, mordo What is peace when the whole world ***s up like porn My buddy is half ***ed up in space I aim for the moon like on the album Popsmoke Every other ass writes in DMs that everything can be ours one day I think I could read her thoughts here If it wasn't for the fact that she has such a bad press Young Fifi, young Karian, I'm afraid that few people can handle the weekend And these waves are like narnia, she asks what is with me, I think it's a failure It was funny when everyone asked what I read and I love And her nose told me that she is probably closest to a hard ass Creepy, creepy, wakes me up with a scream or a bang Creepy, creepy, she does it again Sticks, sticks, burn like an Indian grass Fifi, Fifi, she puts her jacket on the bar Creepy, creepy, wakes me up with a scream or a bang Creepy, creepy, she does it again Sticks, sticks, burn like an Indian grass Fifi, Fifi, she puts her jacket on the bar Creepy, creepy, she does it again Sticks, sticks, burn like an Indian grass Fifi, Fifi, she puts her jacket on the bar Creepy, creepy, wakes me up with a scream or a bang Creepy, creepy, she does it again Sticks, sticks, burn like an Indian grass Fifi, Fifi, she puts her jacket on the bar Creepy, creepy, she does it again