I don't feel like running after the time I'm losing, I preferred to take my courage in both hands and strangle it
Strange is the notion of stranger
From Angers to Los Angeles the same danger everyone wants the oyster
Who wants sun and bundles of cash?
Who wants sun and bundles of cash?
We've lost our minds over money, kids are becoming disturbed
Where has the joy gone in the fat of this dance sway?

It's not that I'm getting old, not a genius like Aladdin, keep your eyes open to weed,
I'm happy when it rains, it annoys happy people

Everything is a matter of perspective
Seen
That money changes people
I
Infer that what kills
You
Feed it consciously
Lie
Dream of a life
400 percent
Without
You die with your mouth open to the sun like a seagull
Slow
The weight of days, the weight of time, neurosis and tralala who will pull us together?
When will we stop thinking that the outcome is just a matter of pleasure?
I feel like crying,
I feel like crying,
I feel like crying, I vomit from the heart, I'm disgusted
I don't feel like running after the time I'm losing, I preferred to take my courage in both hands and strangle it
Strange is the notion of stranger
From Angers to Los Angeles the same danger everyone wants the oyster
Who wants sun and bundles of cash?
Who wants sun and bundles of cash?
I flew higher,
Higher than you thought of me
Yes, I flew a little,
A little like you hoped from me
Stolen, a little, higher, higher

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