Hello, José, where are you? Give your position It's past six o'clock You're going to miss the show We are the bad guys, we are the bad guys For the money, the money They hurt people Momo, Wangui, hid the percussion Before going out, I have to sell you the permission Home for mom, yeah, that's the real mission Home for mom, yeah, that's the real mission First in the class to become an employee Every end of the month he has to pay the rent I'm above you, whoever you are I've made mistakes in my life, I try But I'm a human being, what do you think? It's a big bitch, but she wants a break It's a big bitch, but she wants a break I have too much flow, a good morning, I'm going to drown I bet on sports, think about investing To have her in my bed, I had to lie Alcohol in the body, the pain can no longer be felt But when the effects pass, I feel annihilated But when the effects pass, I feel annihilated You can't, what I'm going to do too You can't, I'll stay in her company Don't move, I'll dismantle her like a Barbie doll For hours, as if I'm doped Spendings, deposits in the bank account It depends, it depends On your troubles Hello José, where are you? You have to give your position It's past four o'clock You're going to miss the show The good guys, the bad guys Yes, it's us, the bad guys For the money, the money They hurt people Momo, Wangui Aga, I have the percussion Before you go out You have to ask for permission At home, for mom Yes, that's the real mission At home, for mom Yes, that's the real mission The days are similar Every day the routine At home, for mom Every day the routine Armed like in Russia I'm not a teenager, I'm Putin Dictators like Kim Jong-un The angry ones who spoke, but where are they? They are confused, asking, but who are we? I arrive, I make the effect of a tsunami I'm neither your equal, nor your friend Chance game, it's Konami If we make gains, we double the bet Take the risks, you amuse us A lot of questions I ask myself Life is not always pink Often you're blue, you only see black But you always have to keep believing A lot of questions I ask myself When am I going to get past it? I'm caught up by my past Like on GPS, I'm traced Hello, where are you? You have to give your position It's past six o'clock You're going to miss the missions The bandits, the bad guys Yes, it's us, the bad guys For the money, the money They hurt people Momo, Wangui Hide the percussion Before you go out You have to ask for permission Home for mom Yes, that's the real mission Home for mom Yes, that's the real mission La la la la la La la la la la La la la la Chili in magic Dominique Ayato Elizé of Saja That's the name of my neighbor Jordan, Payone Chikuma of Daka On the box there is the drifter Charlie fake Charlie, Charlie the fake