[Chorus x3: O.S.T.R.]
If you have to measure it high
So that the world can know your name
Today everyone wants bitches, cars, gold
Take it easy, nothing happens for a while

[Verse 1: O.S.T.R.]
I see no boundaries, the next steps for (?)
Generations without a soul, you see petrified in you
We try to save the world as if we are beyond divisions
Black or white, the same plans
Either fat or not at all
Six in the morning, the city rises
I was unable to sleep again
Being in a state of overdosing on insanity
Instead of lemon and vodka, we werе celebrated with cold champagnе
I look in the mirror, I don't recognize my face
Around the bitches, who cover their innocence with thongs
Walk between the bodies, this crime scene view
Where am I, I am looking for a way out of pathology
Quickly to the door, elevator, garage and car
I fire up the 458 Italia red car
Traces of the party on the proteins, white powder on my fingers
King of freedom, I move as if protected by a magna