Time now for a little bit of electric church music I took off all the saliva I ask you if you still love me a little The last New Year's Eve was a disaster but I had worse I slept all year long until I woke up better Do they love me or not? It's like a petal decides I don't know if it's a joke when you say it's a joke I ask you if they feel when I want what they owe me They change the subject but it's normal for those who don't have a liver I'm looking for gold, not silver You think I make it, I don't light it up I still smell the concrete Even when I perfume myself and I move, I'm more outside than inside I'm finally paid, contact time on the spears I took the belt, five slices I give five kisses to the girls I'm not tired, not even for nothing Anxiety at lunch, always at dinner Nothing at K-47, I fire the barrel without inquiries I'm afraid of these whispers that you don't have proof For me you're lying, I prefer dissing in the comments And the IPR debunkers and Photoshop mistakes Baby it's hard to be yourself I'm the first one who doesn't know that you become rich if you believe in it Mob ties, hotline, very white, good vibes Bonjour, bongia, S-Line, Turbina Mob ties, hotline, very white, good vibes Bonjour, bongia, S-Line, Turbina Photo la photo la photo finchè non è incinta Posso morire col batto solo se sto in cima Tu sembra parli un po' troppo, non hai l'autostima Passano a prenderti in blocco e ti portano via Photo la photo la photo finchè non è incinta Posso morire col batto solo se sto in cima Tu sembra parli un po' troppo, non hai l'autostima Passano a prenderti in blocco e ti portano via