You whisper information
You got a hole in the storm
You got everybody's number
And wait for them to wrong
You got bad motivation
Riding on your mind
You give empty hope
To everyone you know
Your vision set a time
Useless information
Starts between your eyes
So please don't worry
You just lost your [?] business
Her mind is saying something
But your mouths won't agree
It's an explanation
For every valorisation
Of things you want to be
You got bad motivation
Toying with your mind
You got somethin' to prove
With all the dodgey moves
Shooting up your vibe
You might call me Cesar
Be a Buddhist in my dream
Spoken easy, worry
You just lost your appearance
