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We were bad boys, vandals
Through rugged terrain, Carpathians
Fer and Gonzalo. Hate us, love us.
Siberian education, Makarov
I am right without raising my voice
Are you the best? Really? Beat us.
Everything I write goes straight to your hypothalamus
Kill that fascist, face the sun
Maybe it happened to me
Like a story by the Marquis de Sade
I turn a Tuesday into a Saturday
The winged horse badly parked in a wasteland
While we were downing a bottle for two
Out of control like Gyarados
Humble and cocky: paradox
I wanted to fly high like Icarus
Sullen and mischievous, like Lazarus
Tightening the rope until it breaks
I enter through the back door, I fly out
Hey mom, I'm taking you to Neverland.
I take maturing slowly.
I'm the madam, they're the gang bang whore
Crying because they don't put bills in her thong
Be quiet, I am faithful to my thing
I get paid to brag, like Zlatan
Sons of Ruin my band, tough as Van Damme
Splitting the cake in half
Whoever wants a piece is going to have to train.
A whole year's advantage and they don't even beat us, who can give more?
Like balls in the Pang they separate
When things go wrong
And I at the bar with a few too many drinks
Becoming the bartender's best friend
Have a good trip!
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