Balliamo sotto la luna, cantano I grilli Balliamo fino alla fortuna, il sole ritorna

La notte è giovane, ma noi siamo anche noi Possiamo per sempre restare qui

Balliamo sotto la luna

Scusami, scusami

By any means you in my city then you needa pistol

We chasin dreams but seein red but that's the fucking issue

They poppin E's and gettin green wit blickys that won't miss you

And Ian mean to sip dat lean I'm cryin, needa tissue

I was a teen up in dat v and stealin don't forgive me

Cuz I deserve all of the shit that's gonna fuckin end me

Suicide is on my line and I can't let it tempt me

Free dah guyz we need em home I miss em fuckin heavy

I'm sorry I'm sorry oh oh

I'm sorry I'm sorry oh oh

I'm sorry I'm sorry oh oh

I'm sorry I'm sorry oh oh

You don't know how it feels you don't know about it

I feel the pressure that's from hell now I feel surrounded

By my demons I can't see em but I know they round me

Anxiety destroyed my life I'm always feelin crowded

My overthinking is now starting to fuck up relations

I'm over smoking and overloaded by all the hate shi

I'm loosing focus I'm now starting to run out of patience

I'm loosing focus I'm now starting to run out of patience

I walk thru the aybss that lays deep in my heart

And I just can't see shi I just walk thru the dark

My paranoia a bitch especially in cars

Cuz I just can't get hit or stuck behind them bars