You're telling me you made this in the lab?
I
owe you all my money, I'm just like Max Payne
I've passed the age of having the flair
I don't have any feelings left,
except for the bottle and the sativa
I'm drinking every day,
tomorrow it'll be better,
if I make Shakira come home
Oh, oh,
if I make Shakira come home
It won't be like before,
I'll have to get used to it
I've been disordered,
my head is buzzing,
my health
We'll see later for the good life,
I write my sorrows on a paper
Maybe one day I'll be able to get Kylie,
but first I have to kick my enemies
I don't have any feelings left, oh, oh, yeah,
yeah
I don't have any feelings left,
oh,
oh,
yeah
I don't
have any feelings left, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
I don't have any feelings left,
oh, oh, yeah, yeah
I don't have any feelings left,
oh,
oh, yeah, yeah
I don't have any feelings left,
oh,
oh,
yeah,
yeah
I don't have any feelings left, oh,
oh, yeah, yeah
I don't have any feelings left,
oh,
oh,
yeah,
yeah
In the low-range, airplane mode to mount
She calls me, asks me for a nap
But it's my answer that triggers enemies to act
I need more dance in my jeans
The summit, the Rome in my wake
Makes me as brutal as beige
Landscape in my head and too many clouds
I have to turn the storm into a blue sky
I don't have any feelings left, oh, oh, yeah,
yeah
I don't have any feelings left,
oh,
oh,
yeah, yeah
I have to * everything up like Max Payne
I have to * everything up like Max Payne
I don't have any feelings left,
except for the bottle and the sativa
I don't have any feelings left, oh,
oh, yeah, yeah