[Intro]

Isma, Isma, Isma, Isma, Isma

Hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1]

In the shadows, I started my life, I speak in "I", because in "We", they betrayed me

From the roads to the Rari, I make round-trips above Oceania

The gun smokes you like dope, the sound it makes when the soul leaves the body

I dressed myself up for some glitz and glamour, since I imitate the edges so much, I've got a quality bitch

The cotton fields still sing, has slavery been abolished?

The Emirates inscribed on the wallet, fill up the mallet with bags of cocaine

Multiple heavy hearts, creating tension all around my neck

There's no more love, but they make children just to save the relationship

[Chorus]

Don't forget that a broken heart can only mimic feelings

The hands turn, but it has no effect on me

I have a hard time forgiving what they did to me, so much harm

Oh, I want them dead

Don't forget that a broken heart can only mimic feelings

The hands turn, but it has no effect on me

I have a hard time forgiving what they did to me, so much harm

Oh, I want them dead

[Bridge]

I want them dead

[Verse 2]

A dreamer (Yes), some money (Eh), go fuck yourself, in you, I don't believe (No)

You start your sentences with "It's us that did that", then surprised to be persona non grata (Yes)

In short, I don't really have any more friends (Oh), betrayed by some old, real friends (Oh)

That acted like rappers but really, their flow was on a sick leave (Yes)

Glaze to be reposted or retweeted by a frustrated transatlantic mixed boy

Waste of sperm on their lips, they've got more debts than dreams

I don't know how far along you are, but I'll help you, that's how we like it

You're in competition with yourself, but oh well, good job anyway

I'll leave you the crown, I'll take the kingdom and the real sums

If your entire life becomes a compromise, then it's not the right person

[Chorus]

Don't forget that a broken heart can only mimic feelings

The hands turn, but it has no effect on me

I have a hard time forgiving what they did to me, so much harm

Oh, I want them dead

Don't forget that a broken heart can only mimic feelings

The hands turn, but it has no effect on me

I have a hard time forgiving what they did to me, so much harm

Oh, I want them dead

[Outro]

Don't forget that a broken heart can only mimic feelings

The hands turn, but it has no effect on me

I have a hard time forgiving what they did to me, so much harm

Don't forget that a broken heart can only mimic feelings

The hands turn, but it has no effect on me

I have a hard time forgiving what they did to me, so much harm