Lean 4 Real (feat. Skepta) - Playboi Carti Feat. Young Nudy

Uh, uh I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst of greatness My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest Somehow it seems girls in they late teens Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous Life's a motherfucker, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless It's just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G Low key, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink? It feel good wakin' up some money in the bank Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank 'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link And them red bottom loafers just to complement the mink Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state Man on the moon, got a condo out in space Open up your legs, tell me how it taste And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face" Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits I'm the shit, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Oh, yeah, oh, right Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)

Uh, yeah Welcome back We've been missin' you This what they been waiting for Crash Course (rest in peace Eastside Stevie) Uh My mind like George Lucas, I think like Stanley Kubrick House full of eucalyptus, that boy straight mucus So, let's get straight to it, my chain is this humongous Permanent bling my tooth is, yeah, I'm a strange human This insane jewelry collection, it'll take a week to shoot it Record an album with Mercedes, let GQ EQ it I think I'm Frank Lucas, slang where my boo thing school is A straight A-student, boy, the brain stupid Leave it all in the past now, walls talkin' back now Back to the wall, with your wall to the back, don't back down Buck up, tell 'em how the fuck your mama ain't raise no bitch Gloves on the dashboard, mask on the lat' now MAC on the lap, on the hip while the red-blue lights in the background Cops wanna pat down, just pray the clip don't (click, click) Merci beaucoup, just like Moulin Rouge And I know I can, can, and my spirit stand, stands I say Voulez-Vous Coucher for eternity Let's go meet the sandman, let our spirits dance, dance Uh, on the skyway to Hell, with smiley face jewels 'Cause I'm a boss, I call the shots, you makin' calls 'Cause if I take a L, then they gon' take the loss If I'm on my way to Hell, then I'ma take you all Girl, I'm not supposed to be here, still Rap careers last three years still I'm a G here, that's OG times three Triple OG, still just shows I'ma be here, still act too young Got bitches on me, and the females still let 'em be here still At 26, my nigga OD off of lean, codeine and pills He'll be here still Merci beaucoup, just like Moulin Rouge And I know I can, can, and my spirit stand, stands I say Voulez-Vous Coucher for eternity Let's go meet the sandman, let our spirits dance, dance Rest in peace to Yams, I done lost some friends Until we meet again, we gon' forever dance, sleep Voulez-Vous Coucher for eternity Let's go meet the sandman, let our spirits dance, dance Uh, yeah, yeah (I'm just) Uh, yeah, yeah (I'm just) Uh, yeah, yeah (I'm just) Uh, yeah, yeah (I'm just) Merci beaucoup, just like Moulin Rouge And I know I can, can, and my spirit stand, stands I say Voulez-Vous Coucher for eternity Let's go meet the sandman, let our spirits dance, dance

So recognize that shit You better fuckin' recognize that fuckin' name right now (I recognize it, I recognize it) A$AP (I recognize it) Recognize that shit? A$AP A$ fuckin' $AP You don't put no fuckin' fear in my heart (do it) These other niggas so-so They open off my mojo Spanish sobe with a half a kilo by her cho-cho Blow it out your culo Who got dough on the smoke though My partner had cinco now we blowin' on that ocho Bozos love my rose gold Purple got me slow-mo Stuntin' like I'm Dorothy but my rubies in my dough though What you think this four for These niggas must be loco Steppin' on these bricks and for your fix so call me Toto Follow me, follow me, follow me now Now I'ma come through getting down Got a new Cadillac With a diamond in the back Got a bitch and she bad With about a hundred tats Got my goons on deck, and we got a hundred straps What you know about that? Got me swaggin' to the max Everybody know we got the shit and baggages to match, uh Better come correct, fuck what the basis is (uh) Gold grills like a set of new braces's Why they comment on my set though? They lookin' 'cause my neck gold And I let that Tec show (ah, ah, ah, ah) Hear that echo Let go, that medal, .38 special, to your threshold Niggas actin' petro, like they sexual, was metro A bunch of bad bitches Fuckin' out on tour Like it through the backdoor, give it to her raw Shimmy shimmy y'all ODB, ODB Fuckin' other niggas broads OPP, OPP Comin' down sluttin' like a bitch Bitches on my dick, on the set And they like the nicotine to cigarette How they fiendin' for a nigga got these hoes up on my set Got my niggas in the back, couple bitches in the bed ASAP where it's at, where that weed, how that cake Bitches all up in my face Back back, give me space 'Cause you know how we do it, niggas scream A$AP Ayy, Clams nigga tell me where that bass at? Bass (uh) Bass (uh) Bass (uh) Bass (uh) Bass (uh) Bass (uh) Bass (uh) Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Yeah Cmforseeno nigga A$AP Where that bass? Where that bass, Clams? Harlem Yeah Where that bass? Trill shit Trill shit from a trill nigga All my purple people I be that pretty motherfucker That's right Bass Bass

Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga, uh I said, rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce and Gabbana I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga I'm sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima And if you is a rider, we'll go shopping like mañana Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana 'Cause everything designer, her jeans is Helmut Lang Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna Karan, wearing all the Cartier frames Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said, I see your Jil Sanders, Oliver Peoples Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store I crush down with that top down, bossy see how I ride 'round Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock She ball until she fall, that means she shop 'til she drop And Versace got a lot, but she may never wear it But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said her pistol go Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupé Smilin' is your treasure, you're so well put together Bags and links, jeans and shoes Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together You and me, me and you Go away together, we could get away forever All emotions clashin', thrashin', someone turn the light out I met my baby expressed my passion on my fashion night out Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go (Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said her pistol go (I said her pistol go)

Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, wooh! Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999 I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind Press rewind, back in time Before rappers droppin' dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies With clichés all in they rhymes Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer Money, power, the whole enchilada Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava (oh) They serve you to your flocka If you disrespect that blocka, blocka Choppas on eavesdroppers Fuck these choppas, I'm about it Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa Yeah, you outer, but I'm hotter Car jackin', pistol-packin' Mothafuckin' choppers clappin' Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic Fenders smashin', windows crashin' Pants saggin', fuck your fashion Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan Back in Cali's where it happen They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow It was probably the robbers The goons and the goblins (oh) They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata From New York to San Andreas And all around the world Going back to Cali Going back to Cali New York to San Andreas I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!" I'm going back to Cali Going back to Cali (Uh) Nigga, what's brackin'? I'm really out here boolin' on the West Side, you know what I'm sayin'? West, you know what I mean? Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean? Just bein' careful out here Lookin' out for the enemies Cuz, you already know how we get down, cuz Fuck killin' these, cuz, I'm on the set, cuz We killin' everything, anything movin' Shit, I'm shootin' at niggas on the sight, cuz You already know, yeah I've caught you slippin', y'all can be back, nigga He ain't copped that, fuck that, Blood Niggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz I had to make that happen with this solo Maserati, like Atari With no car keys, push to start it New Bugatti, two Bugattis Tesla Roadster, blue Ferrari Lamborghini, system bumpin' Me no worried; Rastafari This the hardest, supersonic Systematic, too retarded New Versace, new apartment Bigger closet, newer carpet Hit departments, cooler garments Set my goal up, new accomplish Shootin' targets, you the target Movin' targets, new accomplice Killed the game and still regardless Beat the charges, do the honors

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

بخاف أنساكي، بخاف أنساكي، بخاف أغيب أنا نسيت نفسي ومنستكيش أنا نسيت أنا مين، نسيت أنا مين سنينك تسرقني ونارك تكويني من جوا وأسيح ولا ينفع أي بيتادين، ولا ينفع أي بيتادين وأنا ضايع ضايع، إنسي يلاقوه لو بكرهك إستحالة ألوم أنا فيا كتير بس مش بقول أنا كاتم همي وغمي ده جوايا أنا رايح رايح، أنا مش بفوق مش زي الحزن أنا إستحالة أدوم لسا زي ما أنا عـ العموم بس الفرق إن إنتي مش معايا إنتي بتباني وتختفي في لمح البصر مش قريبة، بعيدة زي القمر مفيش بيننا أي طريق مختصر إتحكمت في كل حاجة إلا الغضب كل اللي قولته فضفضة، كل اللي قولته فضفضة كل اللي سمعته كان صدى بخاف أنساكي، بخاف أنساكي، بخاف أغيب أنا نسيت نفسي ومنستكيش أنا نسيت أنا مين، نسيت أنا مين سنينك تسرقني ونارك تكويني من جوا وأسيح ولا ينفع أي بيتادين، ولا ينفع أي بيتادين مفيش فيكي عيب، يمكن ده عيبك مفيش فيا شيء مش هتشوفه عينك أنا واضح واضح، أنا واضح واضح لا مبتجملش أنا حقيقي إنتي بتصيبيني زي نصيبي أمر واقع، أنا واضح واضح أنا متدغدغ، أنا متكسر أنا متدمر، في قلبي خنجر مضروب ٢٠٠ طلقة وإستحالة إن جروحي تتطهر دموعي غالية، دموعها فضة أخاف أسافر بعيد همومي تتجمرك خايف من المكتوبلي مقلق من اللي مقدر إفتكريني لما الليل يليل هتلاقيني جايلك جايلك أنا ميت ميت ميت ميت أنا زي الظن سيء سيء انا زي الظن سيء سيء إفتكريني لما الليل يليل هتلاقيني جايلك جايلك أنا ميت ميت ميت ميت أنا زي الظن سيء سيء بخاف أنساكي، بخاف أنساكي، بخاف أغيب أنا نسيت نفسي ومنستكيش أنا نسيت أنا مين، نسيت أنا مين سنينك تسرقني ونارك تكويني من جوا وأسيح ولا ينفع أي بيتادين، ولا ينفع أي بيتادين

Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Uh-uh, yeah-yeah She don't wanna strip no more, don't wanna hit that pole (oh) Hit my old plug, I get it in and go (ooh, ooh) Shawty owe me something, better pay your toll (pay up, pay up) I lick the spoon and I scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Like, did you get the memo? She eat at out of the relay I'm poppin' hella Skittles Then I can solve your riddle We'll smoke you like it's menthol This dude is crazy mental A suave, hood hero Got Johnny Dang dental She's a nympho She slobbin' on her pillow Got chicken, Rob' De Niro She's too gone and she can't hear you (ooh, ooh, I know) She don't wanna strip no more, don't wanna hit that pole Hit my old plug, I get it in and go She don't wanna strip no more, don't wanna hit that pole (oh) Hit my old plug, I get it in and go (ooh, ooh) Shawty owe me something, better pay your toll (Pay up, pay up) I lick the spoon and I scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Seein' way too many ones I'm 'bout to throw some hundreds (I'm 'bout to throw some hundreds) In that old life that you run from Baby girl, keep running (ooh, keep running) It's pressure with me, sexually (sexually) Check my bank account (ooh, ooh) It's precious to me I got my anchor out (ooh, ooh) I'm locked in your sea You know you're my baby now, you're special to me I bought you time, I bought you diamonds, you can keep the receipt I got you down, I got you loose, I guess you owe it to me Is you down or nah? Fuck around, find your spot I get you lit, lit, drunk, trip Watch me slip inside She don't wanna strip no more, don't wanna hit that pole (oh) Hit my old plug, I get it in and go (ooh, ooh) Shawty owe me something, better pay your toll (Pay up, pay, up) I lick the spoon and I scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) Scrape the bowl (skrrt, skrrt) And I sent her away Pull out, sent her on her way She don't wanna hit the strip club, no, no She don't wanna go strip, no, no She don't wanna go strip, no way

Just come outside, for the night (Yeah) Take your time, get your light (Yeah) Shawty giant, huh-uh I been out geekin' Bitch Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Yeah) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien' (Yeah), fien', fien', fien' The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake) Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah) I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch) It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah) I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah) But I'm sippin', not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit) I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mm, let's go) Oh my God, that bitch bite (That bitch bite) But alright (Alright), tryna vibe (Tryna vibe like this) In the night, come alive Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't-ain't— Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien' Fien', fien', fien', fien' Syrup, woah, what? What? (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) What? (Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah) (Yeah, hol' up, yeah) Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (Shit) Yeah, you try to come 'round 'bout this shit, they poppin' ya tires, hol' up (Shit) Uh, hunnid round, woah, feel it, knock 'em on ten Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hol' up) Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (Hol' up) I been goin' crazy, shawty, I been handlin' these bands She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go— Fien', fien' (Yeah, talm 'bout), fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh, what?) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien' (Syrup, oh-oh) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Talkin' bout, talm 'bout, let's go) I just been icin' my hoes I just been drippin' my ho (Drippin' my ho) This is a whole 'nother level, shawty I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes) I put this bitch on the road She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me sum', hol' up, hol' up I got flows for days, these niggas ain't know nun', hol' up, hol' up Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up You worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (Bitch-ass) Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't get it to cold, uh, hol' up, yeah (Wow) Fien', fien', fien' (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, yeah) Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us? Double 0, Cactus, shit we towed up, this shit how we told 'em (Skrrt, skrrt) Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It's lit, hol' up, slatt) Everything lit, hol' up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Fien', fien', fien', fien'-fien'-fien' (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

اه ياخويا فاتك كتير كلام محبوس و جوايا حتي انت مش نفس الشخص اللي معايا لسه فراك و بجري و جيبي يدفعلك طب لحد امتا انا هفضل كدا الله اعلم انا من صغري بلف مفيش وصول و ريحه الناس في الفصول خلتني افكر امتا يابا هنستقر و ايه الظروف اما بتنساني اما اقول مش فكراني ياه ده انا لسه بحن لصوره قديمه وحشاني ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه يا حبيبي انا نفسي ارتاح مبقاش سواح وبلف ليالي انا نفسي ارسالي ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه الناس بتروح وتنسي وانا لسه متعلق بحبالي Ay ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه يا حبيبي انا نفسي ارتاح مبقاش سواح وبلف ليالي انا نفسي ارسالي ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه الناس بتروح وتنسي وانا لسه متعلق بحبالي يازمان خلاص كفايه واحنا كسبنا ايه بكلام كام مره هودت مالك وانا مش تمام ازاي فكل الخلق ديه مفيش انسان ونشكي لمين مفيش عنوان وتايه بقالي سنين زعلت فمكان ضحكت في انا شايل فنفسي حكايات متحكتش متسبنيش ياغايب الحمل تقيل ويخف لو بيا وبيك ولو غلطان ابقي اعذرني او اشكيلي ومتسبنيش مش عايز اعيش الرحله مش ده اللي كنتي بتحلم بيه ولا انت نسيت كام مره بكيت خدوا مني كتير ياما خدوا مني كتير و انا اللي كنت غريب غريب عشان بسيب رسمولي مكيده يابا و القلب كان خطاء غلطت انا من الاول اه احساسي كان غلطان كام مره جبرت خاطر حاضر ميقولش جيبي خلاص يا حبيبي انا جلدي نمل خالص لوحدي افوت في النار Ay ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه يا حبيبي انا نفسي ارتاح مبقاش سواح وبلف ليالي انا نفسي ارسالي ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه ياه الناس بتروح وتنسي وانا لسه متعلق بحبالي

مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع ياه لو كان الموت يفرِق لو كانت الغيوم تقفِل لو كانت السموم تغلِب كانت النجوم دبِلِت لو كان المعاد فاتني حتى لو ضلي سابني مش هسأل أنا إيه اللي جابني ما بقتش تفرق طول ما أنا ماشي لوحدي فيها أنا اللي بكسب حتى لو موج البحر خدني مش محتاج أشتكي وأنده ربي وحده بس عالم باللي في قلبي مش بتشوفي الصورة كاملة حبيتي البرواز من بعدي بطَّلت أظبط ساعتي لو كان يهمِّك بجد كنتي سألتي و أنا أكيد كنت هجاوب مفيش، مفيش، مفيش مانع انسي، مش هفضل فاكر مفيش مفيش مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع مفيش مانع كان نفسي محسش بالذنب كان نفسي دماغي دي تسيبني في حالي لما أشوفك أحس إنه عادي مبيعش اللي بينا لو جيتي في بالي دي فرصة سعيدة بس أنا متمناش تتكرر تاني وأنا مش هفضل فيكي ماسك مش متعوّد أتنازل أنا روحي طالعة بتتنازع مش هتشوفيني في النازل أنا عندي أيام في الهوا طارت عندي ساعات في الهوا طارت وأنا جايب آخري ومش صابر فاصل، أنا فاصل، أنا فاصل لو عالوقت مفيش فاضل لو على نفسي مفيش خالص أنا لو على حبِك فبناقص قاطع السكة مفيش واصل أنا لو عالوقت مفيش فاضل لو على نفسي مفيش خالص أنا لو على حبك فبناقص قاطع السكة مفيش واصل إيه وأنا مش محتاجك، متجيش مش محتاج أنسى أنا مين الحال مش ثابت مراجيح عقلي بيدور دراويش أنا حالي مش مرضي (لو كان الموت يفرق) مفيش مانع فيه أدرينالين جروح بتلم من غير بيتادين مفيش سر في البير غير لما الدايرة بتضيق غير لما الدايرة بتضيق (لو كان المعاد فاتني) هي بتشد وتسيب وأنا في دماغي مسحول قاعد بفك جنزير عندي من الكره كرتونة عبيت من الشر صناديق عبيت من الشر صناديق