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[Intro]
Sixty five, five, five, toba
Sabada-bra-fra-pap-pa
(f*ck it)

[Verse 1]
Hiting below the belt
Pulling a rabbit pelt
Wish I was somewhere else
Wish I was somewhere else
In the photograph, in the memories
I'ma follow, leave, in the memories

[Refrain]
Sixty five, five, five, toba
Sabada-bra-fra-pap-pa

[Verse 2]
I got knocked down
It never happens to me
Thought my life was a movie
Suddenly hard to believe
My parents getting older
While I'm building my fap folder in a city that's so far away
'Cause back home it is colder (Brr)
[Chorus]
City of angels can feel like city of death
I'm getting drunk and smoking weed
Until I'm losing my breath
It's not what I have become
It's that there is nothing left, no

[Outro]
Sixty five, five, five, toba
Sabada-bra-fra-pappa
(f*ck it)