I see how mom's tears flow, way too far away from paradise Look, they're ordering us by satellite, back on the run from the police And they keep finding Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, yeah The voices in my head, they're doing Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, yeah Check, cops are chasing me, yes, they're questioning me They know my name, but I don't say anything Run when the sheep clucks, I dig a grave for you I sacrifice my daylight for you Hotboxes, rental cars, cribs, the civil journeys Because we're breaking doors with credit cards Smuggling coca-cola for the brats Cells in, I hit them with the Ballantine's, right in the face Hello, always on observation Looking through the bars to the moon Waiting for the angels to get us, for the angels to get us I see how mom's tears flow, way too far away from paradise Look, they're ordering us by satellite, back on the run from the police And they keep finding Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, yeah The voices in my head, they're doing Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, yeah They're booing back, hey, I find you a street legend 100% street, because you see me in front of the police Running boss like Escobar, carry the costs for your coffin You'd like to be like us, but you're not tough Signing, counting and making flows, right in the middle of the booth Babbling, baba, I'm way too far away from your flow stops *** the judge and the prosecutor, *** the state And go to therapy, I have the staff Solo, always on observation Looking through the bars to the moon Waiting for the angels to get us, for the angels to get us I see how mom's tears flow, way too far away from paradise Look, they're ordering us by satellite, back on the run from the police And they keep finding Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, yeah They're booing back, hey, I find you a street legend 100% street, because you see me in front of the police Running boss like Escobar, carry the costs for your coffin You'd like to be like us, but you're not tough Signing, counting and making flows, right in the middle of the booth Babbling, baba, I'm way too far away from your flow stops *** the judge and the prosecutor, *** the state And go to therapy, I have the staff Solo, always on observation Looking through the bars to the moon Waiting for the angels to get us, for the angels to get us I see how mom's tears flow, way too far away from paradise And they keep finding Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, yeah They're booing back, hey, I find you a street legend