[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
I'm losing my mind now
And I don't like any touch
I think I have Asperger's
I feel like I can't face the truth
And the thing is that I don't know how to live, I don't know where to go and why
After a quick one, then drinks at night
My painting is like Caravaggio, because it is too sharp< br/>Life is a few moments, you are in it like 'The Wolf of Wall Street'
I would like to break away from everyday life and escape
Leave behind a few should Fun, fun
And I fucking promise
I guess I'll do it, because there's nothing waiting for me tomorrow
Apart from my fledgling fame, I won't even worry about it
PokÅos take the beat and go with it like Paul Walker on blankets on the road until I die
It will never be like before
This stagnation makes me wring my hands
Like Szpila when she enters the ring
When SB Maffija talks and kills, it's as if Dejanira was sewing your tees
Nigga please, fuck it, all this shit is killing me
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap - I have no strength (I have no strength)
[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
This whole world is a fucking fraud< br/>I'm scattering happiness on the broken mirror
It's funny, I've moved on from Zarathustra
It's funny, at least I'm no longer full of emptiness
People are coming and I move on like...
There is room for your comparison, I
I still feel like I'm being pulled into the void
Ecliptic, but more on that later
I'm happy Life is a good trail, my dear
We put it into practice, it's like yoga
I treat you like air, ecology
Not that it's a hashtag, just ecology
Still I don't know what we might find tomorrow
But my arm will serve as a support point
I still don't know if I have everything or nothing
When I look at the fire and feel like Victor Fries
(I feel like Victor Fries x2)
I still fight with my thoughts even though it's a clash like David and Goliath
I see your face everywhere face - Pareidolia
I still fight with my thoughts, although it's a clash like David and Goliath
I see your face everywhere Pareidolia