in books, wings belong to those who are free, under the skies! Transmission tree
Knowledge lost one two three
Tomorrow, I lose today I win
The gamble makes us go crazy
He takes drugs / like that
It's always the same circus act
Day by day, I shrink
Seven at home, a ****** life
We pull off stunts, we score points
Always in the game, man
Enough joking around, it's our junk
You have to have guts, make some money or end up
Being really rich isn't cheating
To please to the point of making others proud
I think it gives me ideas of strength
Sometimes you do better and better every day
And the wheel turns, you have a blast
Not true; but it's almost the same.
The state lies, the system is rigged, it bites, man
We pull on the rope, hang you from the beam
We flirt with death, the others can go **** themselves
You'll never be rich, ******* you're crazy, *******
But you're crazy, I'll **** him, yeah, no messing around
These guys, their ***** go ahead, little one, play the poet
Break into a bottle of bitter flame
May everything burn in my mother's eyes at night
Victory is ours. Victory is noted
Sad Chopin piano in C minor and badly spoken in truth
The bench is empty, the kids are into poppies
We dispel problems with acid spray
Men's body hair, all big lost souls, easy
I'm talking about your rouqthhugcgotic, the mood is tracksuit and we're freaking out
Want the sit', the pit eats the bowl, we sell **** we make oinchi office to
No room for us in the molar's **** at the back of the class
Very stingy with soul, you know where the problem is, we're from where the baths steal our dreams
No future, no present, just business, all non-binary, just the kikishtameregros
We all go into the zin, among themselves they don't know the sulfur, blow the sticky ash
Wait, on this fat beat I take off, pass the ***** girl, I'll give you a ****** like drags, 25 cm, just the street, hard From the straight line, no time, traitors, nothing, fire
I want that income like a snob, I'm high, the beatdowns, we only know how to do that
But it won't make the money, I only want it in the back
Kilk, bro, slam poetry, poets, that's not the thing
Life devoured by the world of different people
We're getting used to it, nothing but the dowry for the female dog
It's in the book, so go laugh at me, *******
The world is too late, we manage to take everything
I'm sixteen, I'm behind the door, yeah, the blood, what's it saying, the money's sleeping, the rank
What they say at the ball is doing something long. Everything is so small since we've been dragging our hatred, he died from that one
Now the barbarians are us, Pablo Escobar!
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
in books, wings belong to those who are free, under the skies! Transmission tree
Knowledge lost one two three
Tomorrow, I lose today I win
The gamble makes us go crazy
He takes drugs / like that
It's always the same circus act
Day by day, I shrink
Seven at home, a ****** life
We pull off stunts, we score points
Always in the game, man
Enough joking around, it's our junk
You have to have guts, make some money or end up
Being really rich isn't cheating
To please to the point of making others proud
I think it gives me ideas of strength
Sometimes you do better and better every day
And the wheel turns, you have a blast
Not true; but it's almost the same.
The state lies, the system is rigged, it bites, man
We pull on the rope, hang you from the beam
We flirt with death, the others can go **** themselves
You'll never be rich, ******* you're crazy, *******
But you're crazy, I'll **** him, yeah, no messing around
These guys, their ***** go ahead, little one, play the poet
Break into a bottle of bitter flame
May everything burn in my mother's eyes at night
Victory is ours. Victory is noted
Sad Chopin piano in C minor and badly spoken in truth
The bench is empty, the kids are into poppies
We dispel problems with acid spray
Men's body hair, all big lost souls, easy
I'm talking about your rouqthhugcgotic, the mood is tracksuit and we're freaking out
Want the sit', the pit eats the bowl, we sell **** we make oinchi office to
No room for us in the molar's **** at the back of the class
Very stingy with soul, you know where the problem is, we're from where the baths steal our dreams
No future, no present, just business, all non-binary, just the kikishtameregros
We all go into the zin, among themselves they don't know the sulfur, blow the sticky ash
Wait, on this fat beat I take off, pass the ***** girl, I'll give you a ****** like drags, 25 cm, just the street, hard From the straight line, no time, traitors, nothing, fire
I want that income like a snob, I'm high, the beatdowns, we only know how to do that
But it won't make the money, I only want it in the back
Kilk, bro, slam poetry, poets, that's not the thing
Life devoured by the world of different people
We're getting used to it, nothing but the dowry for the female dog
It's in the book, so go laugh at me, *******
The world is too late, we manage to take everything
I'm sixteen, I'm behind the door, yeah, the blood, what's it saying, the money's sleeping, the rank
What they say at the ball is doing something long. Everything is so small since we've been dragging our hatred, he died from that one
Now the barbarians are us, Pablo Escobar!
