I'm hot
I'm still alive I'm still walking
I hit; Passim Dormem Jamen
You can't stop saying that you are behind us
Two-three plans, two-three sheets
Lips and mouth, they are all art
Turn the field, above the figure
I'll be back later
They hit their heads
They rub the gums
Our words are fake
We draw a map
with elegance
with elegance
We are going to dance
We are going to dance
Basement to Florence
Recently, everyone is getting a phase
Dumb, dumb, dumb
never do
Bang, bang, bang