I'll throw everything right today, and you won't give a fuck, because tomorrow I'm going to work for you, while your baby captain is teaching our chord, and she will send a photo of the topless of our gang in the dressing room. You, you, you, you, you, you, you are fucking crazy It's spring again, baby show, a green day like Billie Joe Your baby in the afterparty in the center is slamming girls Sham and Tanya are right, ah-ah, her palms are wet You're with my pussy next to me, you look like you're throwing a big show Your ex-boyfriend is an asshole, your ex-boyfriend is an asshole He threatens us, writes me on WhatsApp numbers, ah-ah New letters, where is the rent? She will send a photo with us instead of a smile, to whom? You, you, you, you, you, you are fucking crazy You, you, you, you, you, you are fucking crazy You, you, you, you, you, you are fucking crazy That's all, honey, come on, I love you too, in short, I miss you, let's be brotherly, I'll call you at home