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[Intro]
FreÌre Jaque, FreÌre Jaque
Okay, manic-depressive type
Perfect imperfection
Matheo, Q to U to E
[Chorus x2]
Everything changes, glasses for three tiles, a watch for ten
And morally I trade my spine for a spine with Pezet in my other world< br/>[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
As if I'm only doing it out of boredom
I throw the spit-stained Majek on a dusty stand
In one of the dingy clubs
A long-awaited imperative , whatever that means
I have a spirit, a friend, an idea, a rebellion, a fight
Only then money
You will recognize me by my clothes and movements
Like PS Move Stalker, my roots are underground
Here where success has many names
Sometimes I will call him you out of forgetfulness; water
In the name of what is this Smirnoff budding again