When I grow up I want to be with them My girls on the rooftop I raise my glass for the music No stairs, I sell my soul In case they have some tools Mom makes suitcases I dream of a big life, leave the tika Married in the DT I leave the party, hands on the hood Problems under the rugs I hear sirens, it smells too Love will not change me I grew up like an orgy Feet in the sea Hands dirty, our hearts are rotten Money doesn't bring happiness But I wear a hood with a smile I'm drunk, I'm under Marley I keep my clothes, I sell my exoskeleton Rain in the park A coded message, turn off the blinker Color of the rainbow At the bottom of the eyes When I think of the papers No more, nothing to give Remains of blue clothes A few brutes Hear the cry of our hearts On Melo Emilia, don't falter Smile of the game Count on the face At the sight of the cello Mom makes suitcases I dream of a big life, leave the tika Married in the DT I leave the party, hands on the hood Problems under the rugs I hear sirens, it smells too Love won't change me I'll push through like an orgy