I'm not sure if I'm hearing you or if I'm hallucinating,
I don't get involved, the rhetoric doesn't demand explanation
I'm not sure if you're in front of me or if it's a mirage,
If I'm dying of thirst or shivering from withdrawal.
You wanted rock and roll, but you kind of got scared from the distortion,
You wanted to change me, you wanted to lower my grades.
Now you're choking on what you liked at the beginning,
Dear, maybe you're confusing me or maybe you've forgotten what you wanted.
No, I haven't forgotten where I come from or who I am,
I don't leave dust on the ground.
My principles still stay in first place
And I still clap my hands as much as I sing them.
My door doesn't open when the doorbell rings,
Please don't confuse principles with pride,
I'm only sure that this night won't be like yesterday's,
I'm only sure that my thoughts will burn from cigarettes.
In your circle of friends, I'm the "persona non grata,"
Your company is full of rich Tik-Tokers
They only have opinions when they also have money to collect
But they don't know that the finish line is also the starting line.
I'm sorry, I try to be complex, not complicated,
Maybe I'd be old school, but I'm definitely not old fashioned.
You want to see what I care, but I keep the pain under my eyelids,
I don't blink even when I cut onions with knives from behind!
And everything you say pains me
The world is mine, even if I'm nobody's.