Verse1
I've started in life with left, and i didn't do the "law school"!
Them fools say that i'm crazy and that i try to play wise
I was born with at least 1000 years in time
And i give exactly zero fuc** about all that i don't want to know !
I didn't lose on nothing special, when i've lost myself
Don't try and save me , fuc* ya fucki* throat !
I fuc* on the respect , i say it with all the "esteem"..
'Cause i'm seeing the "Darkness" that's suckin' down our "Light"
In a spiritual world, in which only them doe' matters
I'm like haunting the green U.F.O.s with the hang-gliding
My music sells out at grams , money's on the "last place"
When i'm smoking weed , i get a seasick in a Logan
Romanians want's the scandalous tales, i want a Revolver Nagan
For now , if ya ask yourself why....Why!?? 'Cause i don't have !
I'm like a porn magazine , in a cover of a clever man
I've given ya a hammer in eardrum and through a screen year after year
Chorus :
Rise ya glass up , for the "perfect present"
I'm still waitin' wasted being , to get wise
Come, throw some more wine and crank up the music
'Cause we're staying today in the "sun" and tomorrow in the "cold"
"I can't stand the sweet life, when is good i'm running away "
And i'm fuckin* on y'all oppinions , smiling !
The "road" is long , the "scenery" is "extraordinary"
Look how all the peeps are "running" , all of them chase on nothing !
Verse2
The dic* is sweaty pinkish, the world is made of "plastic/paper"
All them autistics have nowadays acces to a mic
Them ho* suc* dic** underneath the table and "moans undertone "
From Cat to Roton on 30 Ron's 1
You hate my disturbingly tone, with a "easy" tent of superiority
If my MESSAGE pains ya , contest it at the Romanian Orthodox Church!
Don't try to convert me 'cause i'm "slow minded"
I fuc* on the music , i want to hear myself talking !!
My Rap it's unethical, the rhytm is deadly
Fit to any abortion, with a oriental whiff
All that i've written till today is a preface, i throw them mist
I sell "coffins with a interface, that stay by ya side a whole life"
I know exactly what i want , maybe that's why i'm appearing special
And is normally , when i'm "throwing myself on the head to reach the shore"
I give lessons about life, with my dic* full of slobbers
I'm not misogynist, fuc* y'all in ya mouth ya crappy ones !
Chorus :
Rise ya glass up , for the "perfect present"
I'm still waitin' wasted being , to get wise
Come, throw some more wine and crank up the music
'Cause we're staying today in the "sun" and tomorrow in the "cold"
"I can't stand the sweet life, when is good i'm running away "
And i'm fuckin* on y'all oppinions , smiling !
The "road" is long , the "scenery" is "extraordinary"
Look how all the peeps are "running" , all of them chase on nothing !
Verse3
I come from the age in which we'd listen on the headphones the Panther
I come from the age in which we'd open up with our teeth the beer
My wealth is willpower, i've gave up on the shame
Totally unfaithful, BUT with fate in MYSELF
I've kept that special something, that lots have lost it
I'm much too poor for how well known i am
I didn't forgoten that i didn't have, i'm a man of my word
While the majority makes shadows and screw it around
I have convictions of right side, i hold my dic* on left side
now that you know it "all", ya gonna be tough as the rock
I'm obliged, to like the work, don't ya think that i'm complaining
Despite the despairs of some, i still sing!
I want to do all that i didn't, to have what i didn't had
I want rain of stars when i'm stickin my dic* on y'all throat
I don't puke in front of a therapist, i consider that "things aren't that bad"
If i want to "know myself" , i'm making myself the polygraph test,
The life without weed is suspended sentence,
I tell it with a "warm voice" , like the vodka held up into sunlight
Ya have two fuc** up speakers and something nice in ya cigarette
Ya payd the album, are ya mental, crunk me up hard !!
Chorus :
Rise ya glass up , for the "perfect present"
I'm still waitin' wasted being , to get wise
Come, throw some more wine and crank up the music
'Cause we're staying today in the "sun" and tomorrow in the "cold"
"I can't stand the sweet life, when is good i'm running away "
And i'm fuckin* on y'all oppinions , smiling !
The "road" is long , the "scenery" is "extraordinary"
Look how all the peeps are "running" , all of them chase on nothing !
1. "Them ho* suc* dic** underneath the table and "moans undertone " From Cat to Roton on 30 Ron's" This tow lines are connected they reffer to the musical industry the hos that sucks and moans represents the comercial music practicants or those who sells themselves cheap and makes music without message , or goes from underground to comercial and this leads us to next line "from Roton to Cat are two of these kind of labels that produce this type of music sells out cheap on 30 Ron's (the monetary unit of Romania)