Lyrics: The hand spins Night becomes morning Strong cocktails go down Punches taste like paraffin Clean smoke And I live in a comic book like Tex Infamous people shout Jack Cops and dogs like Rex I smoke weed A race against time It ruins me Head on my shoulders Water and guillotine I don't recover before a coffee I look for a break Stress more than separated couples in a lawsuit No JaJuan Johns companies I only think of bad humor I introduce myself with the Machete I lay you down I live alone My walls act as my entourage Death knocks on my door at night Dressed in camouflage It hits me The ticking of the clock Guns in mouths, clip clap Like a suicide with a different color I live at full speed because we are in a temporary world Time, a hand moves And we are dust in hell Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck It's not air, anxiety It gasps, or rather bro Why don't you pass by I go smoothly like "Te La Do Io" (an Italian phrase that means "I give it to you") Because you always say: "Yes, I'll give it to you" Don't take this album As a cheerful death I piss on the crucifix you wear around your neck Give me a hand with these executives Help me explain to them that they have Fixed thresholds I don't do rap I go in time I did rap before my time I arrive at the temple with a few verses Now, understanding the lyrics The flow is insane But unsatisfied Hostages of anxiety Good boys even if they draw Draw the maps I'm with the same ones Those who bite the lyrics See if you can do it Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck Tick tock Tick tock Get a fu-fu-fuck
