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[Verse 1: Kukon]
It's all fake as silicone in the breasts
Young faces, so fucked up and sad
Hey model, I want to see your smile
The screens are lying, I'll take you to the feast
These little paws are cold, but human
We're driving a cabriolet, the hair floats looser
The stars lie, I know what they see in the mirror
We leave in the morning, but we'll be back the day after tomorrow
Fuck Hollywood, fuck the golden cops
Instagram works like expensive cars
They just want to fuck each other, then they want to take photos with me
I've tied up all my shit, I don't feel like doing anything more
Sports showcases and the most expensive escorts
I'm a neighborhood boy, I'm always in trouble
I was out of fashion, the guys had bags
Sometimes more expensive than Gucci, sometimes more expensive than houses
And your young girl is lying, and then she has to pray
I'm looking for manners in these assholes, even if you're without pants
Although I know your shoe model as you walk on the sidewalk
You're worth more than your pictures, calm down

[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
It's like you're being young planning a vision for
We're carrying these bags just like bellhops
Everyone probably knows better than you what to do
I have logs under my feet and steep stairs
Life is not a golden globe and no one will salute you
My mate spent all his money, he doesn't know where he stands
Everyone's betting on the ideas, but then he was peeling coupons
I was writing the first pages next to the membrane of Bona Castle
And today these fucking salons are being showed to me from the backstage (wow)
Although I don't dress in Próchnik
She's holding blackened pipes in Chloe's purse
I saw dirty spots and spots from postcards
And I've seen pretty people doing ugly things
And the nice things that make people ugly
When I started, the castle wasn't lit yet
So don't even try to compare me to these cowards
And jacuzzis, rugs, drugs and champagne
Today, Gala writes about me feeling like the new Dali
And some cheap tabloids, I wanted to be on the cover of Source yo, I'm done
I'm getting into Porsche, fucking Gala magazine
What am I, some fucking Asterix and Obelix, Panoramix, fucking Cacophonix?
[Outro: Quebonafide]
My mother had a vision, my mother ayahuasca
She told me that show business is cold as Alaska
My mother had a vision
Mom had a vision
Mom had a vision, yo
My mother had a vision, my mother ayahuasca
She told me that show business is cold as Alaska
My mother had a vision
Mom had a vision
Mom had a vision, yo